Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

To these two brothers, all I can say is, you two are broke!

"Slander!"

The two imperial demigods roared loudly, which made Guilliman even more confused. Angron rolled his eyes, never expecting that Guilliman would be so lacking in emotional intelligence.

"Alright brothers, the main character's here. Shall we get involved?" Wu

Angron chuckled. He had only just asked Kirimando for some supplies, and this guy was blurting everything out.

The main characters were all in place. Commanders and company commanders of various legions began to enter the hall, and some ordinary officials, high-ranking marshals and distinguished generals also joined the hall.

Mortalian even saw Rand, the discoverer of the Rand Raiders, and he looked on in surprise at the fact that this group of usually aloof Mechanicus members would actually show up at their gathering.

The Imperial demigods soon discovered that Nukelia's Mechanicus was two separate sects.

Rand, with red as its main color.

Lady Corey Zess, whose attire is predominantly dark red.

As for why they could tell, Rand and the others were shouting the name of the Machine God while kneeling on the ground and frantically bowing to Angron.

Did you invite him?

Lu Heng remembered that he had not invited Rand at all.

Do you think I dare?

Anglong muttered, "In all honesty, I've never done anything that Nail forbade me to do. How could I possibly have taken it upon myself to invite this group of mechanical lunatics over?"

Oh, you invited me. You signed the documents I reviewed last time.

"Didn't you give that to me?"

【I'll show you!!!】

Anglong wanted to argue, but Lu Heng didn't give him a chance to defend himself. The Imperial Demigod, who had been chatting and laughing, suddenly saw Anglong convulse on the spot.

Everyone raised their eyebrows.

"Um, Angron isn't quite right in the head, he's a bit..."

"A slight case of epilepsy." (Doctor)

Guilliman knew this was Butcher's Nail reprimanding his brother, and to avoid arousing suspicion from the other brothers, he quickly spoke up. Lu

"Oh, it seems Guilliman, you are quite familiar with Angron's symptoms?"

As if sensing something, the angel quickly turned his gaze to Guilliman. Saint Geres narrowed his eyes and began to scrutinize Guilliman. Guilliman frowned; he recognized the angel's ambiguous tone.

"How did you know that too?"

"Of course, I've experienced those symptoms myself."

"What a coincidence, I've experienced that too." - Lin

Guilliman and Saint Geres looked at each other and quickly realized one thing: the other also knew about the nail.

Guilliman and the angel both sighed inwardly. They couldn't understand why Angron couldn't keep such an important thing from him!

"So what exactly are you talking about?"

"Is Angron out of his mind? All he's wearing is a broken nail, a talking nail, huh."

Mortarian listened to the two people speaking in cryptic terms, and for a moment he became a little irritated. Why were these people like the Emperor, never starting to speak properly?

"He's never worn it before?"

Guilliman looked at Mortalian with disdain and asked the angel.

"of course not."

Saint Geres crossed his arms and nodded.

Then he saw the same thought in Guilliman's eyes as he did in his own mind: one less competitor!

"What compensation did you receive?"

After a long period of contemplation, Guilliman asked.

How could I possibly tell you?

The angel looked at Guilliman, thinking, "Shameless bastard, trying to gather information?"

"It's alright, you don't have as much stuff as I do."

Guilliman uttered a sentence that caused the angel to crush his own hand.

But that is indeed the case.

P.S.: Second update! My stomach's been feeling a bit cold lately, and it hurts...

Volume 1: Chapter 208, Section 191: My nails! I don't need your protection!

Guilliman gripped the cup in his hand. Unlike the angels, he wasn't angry. He frowned, wondering why something as important as the Butcher's Spike would be known to the angels and Mortarion. He began to ponder whether Angron could protect the Butcher's Spike.

Not only him, but even Saint Geres had the same idea.

But the Butcher's Nail is not an inanimate object; forcing it is completely futile.

These dark thoughts were hidden deep within the hearts of the Empire's demigods, who began to laugh and toast with Angron, awaiting the arrival of the Midnight Lord and Forgrim.

"What a bunch of hypocrites."

Anglong smiled and offered a toast while muttering to himself.

The real trouble is yet to come.

Angron nodded in agreement. The real trouble was yet to come, and he hoped that the third prince of the empire would not be interested in the butcher's nail on his head.

......

The pursuit of perfection is the only task worth considering.

The Phoenix of the Empire sat quietly, thinking that the distance between stars was like an ocean, and each world was like an isolated island. In this cold sea, they were about to travel to a new isolated island, Nukelia.

Fogrem was filled with anticipation for this brother he had never met before. The faint screams of the Star Language Choir inside the ship kept echoing in his mind. The entire voyage was going to be shorter than he had expected.

For subspace travel, it's a bit of a perfect solution despite its low efficiency.

With the Flame Sword in his hand, Fernus recalled his praise of Angron. During the last expedition, Fernus and Fernus met and fought side by side, and Fernus had heard the name of Angron, the newly returned son of the Emperor, from Fernus.

Although from Fernus's few words, Forgrim believed that Angron was not a perfect person, he also sensed Angron's burning passion for this brother he had never met.

Vograim wielded the Flame Sword lightly, moving at his own pace. As a swordsman, he began to ponder why the Emperor would summon six Imperial demigods together. To Vograim, this was highly unusual. A voice told him that there was something fishy going on, but Vograim dared not think about it any further.

When the elegant dance stopped, Fogrem's attack also ceased.

When Forgrim saw his child, Edmund walked in from outside the door and gave a slight bow to the Father of Genetics.

"Father, Nukelia has arrived."

Fugrim lowered his eyes and smiled as he looked at his offspring.

"Very good, get the soldiers ready, we're going to see our brother."

Fugrim stood up, and the steel door slowly opened. Through the window of his room, he saw—an entire fleet of the Night Lords!

　Dad "Seven∥}〈Willow Umbrella「∩』●§QUn： Midnight Lord?

A hint of surprise flashed in Fogrem's eyes. He heard a warning coming from the broadcast. The Midnight Lord's fleet had appeared out of nowhere and was getting too close to them. Fogrem could even see the Nightfall right next to him!

"What do they want to do!"

Forgrim expressed his rage with a low growl. He saw the Midnight Lords' fleet rush into his fleet, and he could even see some of his ships being scratched by the Midnight Lords' ships, while that bastard Conrad Coz swaggered around without a single signal, as if he were dead!

"Send a signal to the Midnight Lord!"

Fugrim turned around and roared.

He quickly brought his child to the bridge.

His pale face couldn't contain his rage. He ordered the mortals to send a message to the Midnight Lord, but before the mortals could even get started, a signal burst in.

"My brother! Are you going to kill me?!"

Koz's manic voice echoed in the bridge. Under the holographic image, Koz's short hair surprised Fogrem greatly. Unlike the bloodthirsty and brutal Koz he had imagined, Fogrem did not recognize who this energetic young man in front of him was at all!

"Conrad Coates?"

Fogrem's memory was still of the madman Conrad Coz, but this guy seemed to be quite normal now.

"Answer me! My brother! Why did you charge straight into my fleet after leaving Mandvi Point! Do you want to kill me by land? Or do you want to cause casualties among my troops?"

Koz, the one who accused the villain first, loudly questioned Fogrem, who choked up for a moment. He began to wonder if his mortal commander had encountered some problem during the voyage.

"If you want to kill me, just tell me!"

"I don't......"

After thinking for a long time, Fugrim stammered.

But Forgrim quickly realized that it wasn't his fault at all.

But just as he was about to speak, he saw Conrad Coates hang up the call.

This infuriated Fogrem.

He saw the Midnight Lord's fleet swagger away.

"Follow me!"

"Forgrim roared."

Conrad Coates is starting to get into trouble.

After Lu Heng noticed the situation, he said to Anglong with a helpless expression.

Although he was not clear about Conrad Coates's thinking in doing so.

"You know he's mentally ill."

After thinking for a moment, Angron said that the data of the Sons of the Emperor fleet was displayed on the screen. Soon, Angron discovered that the speed data of the Sons of the Emperor fleet was slightly better than that of the Warhounds.

"As far as I know, the emperor's son is very poor."

Angron spoke up at this moment.

Yes, even now, the Sons of the Emperor cannot be considered a legion. Their legion is too small, and your brother is too obsessed with perfection.

[I think the first two sides are due to the fact that the mines on Chemos have been completely depleted, and the third side is due to his excessive psychological pressure. si]

"You're sick."

Anglong couldn't understand why his brothers had such poor mental fortitude. Their worries seemed useless to Anglong. He believed in facing problems and solving them, and that overthinking would only cause them more distress.

You see, he never seems to have any worries.

"Alright, let's go and greet this brother we've never met before."

After Anglon finished speaking, Guilliman and Saint Geres stood to his left and right.

“Angron, I suggest you speak less.”

Guilliman looked at Anglon, and Saint Geres nodded.

"Why?"

Anglon was puzzled.

"I think you should keep your mouth shut."

"After all, the fewer people who know about the nail, the better."

Guilliman's words made Angron's face instantly darken.

These are my nails! Mine! I don't need your protection!

ps: First update!

Volume 1: Chapter 209 (Chapter 198) But there are Nostramo people here!

A deep blue Stormbird landed on the tarmac.

The short-haired Coz was the first to step off the ship, his face beaming with smiles. His blue and white cloak fluttered behind him. As soon as he stepped off, he saw Angron waiting for him, as well as Saint Geres and Guilliman standing in front of Angron.

"My brothers, you don't need to be so wary of me!"

Koz narrowed his eyes, swept past his guards, and came before the Imperial demigod, arrogantly raising his head.