Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"After all, I'm the first, the first after Angron!"

Everyone's faces turned ashen. Apart from Mortalian, all three Primarchs knew the meaning behind Conrad Coz's words.

“Angron, how's my brother Nail doing on your head lately? I see it seems like someone else is trying to steal it?”

"Oh, you should really lend me these for a couple of days. Those damn fantasies are constantly bothering me, although I can now throw them into the heads of those aliens all the time. Two-thirds of the adamantite produced by Nostramore will be delivered soon."

Guilliman and Saint Geres were both stunned. Angron also looked at Conrad Coz in shock, and even quickly stepped back, watching Coz warily. Two-thirds of the adamantite, what was he going to do?

Buy its nails?

The shipbuilding industry of Nostramamo has moved here; the Lord of the Midnight plans to build a shipyard with us in Nukelia.

The shipyard on Nukelia Satellite is currently too small. The shipyard on the Shadow of Nukelia is still under construction and will likely take another twenty years for most of the infrastructure there to be completed.

Hearing this, Anglong was finally relieved.

On the helipad, Angron saw several Stormbirds rush in. The one at the front had a very wide wing span, with the entire wing curved. For the first time, Angron felt the word "elegance" from a flying vehicle. Its piercing was modified into a hook shape, unlike the blunt lip of other ships. That ship was more like a soaring phoenix.

When the hatch + jiuˉ棂 = scattered ∠5∮? 熝∑偲索嗦: open.

Fogrem stormed down, but Conrad Coz seemed to have known this all along.

He turned around and casually drew the power sword from the waist of the black-armored guard beside him. Before Fogrem could react, he shoved the power sword directly into Fogrem's hand.

"Come, kill me!"

Conrad Coz gripped Fogrem's hand tightly, leaving Fogrem completely bewildered as to what was wrong with Coz!

He only came to question them; he didn't really want to kill anyone.

"you......"

"You rammed my boat, and now you're questioning me about what you want from my brother. Why don't you kill me as an apology?"

Koz stared intently into Forgrim's purple eyes, which trembled. Forgrim was so angry that he wanted to chop Koz to pieces, but then he saw Mortarion and the others behind Koz.

Fugrim told himself not to stoop to the level of a madman.

"Alright! My brothers!"

"This is Nukelia, my territory. If you have any conflicts, you can go to the Octagon!"

Angron came to Koz and Forgrim and pulled the two brothers apart.

"My brother, this is our first meeting."

“I am also your elder brother. When the older brothers are talking, you go to the back and stay there.”

Koz turned his head and looked at Angron, which made Angron's expression stiffen.

[According to him, the Midnight Lords have infiltrated the Emperor's Son's ship, Ship Nine, and they are transmitting data to us, Ship Eight.]

Angron's already stiff face turned even more ashen. Why was that bastard Koz so good at this?

Angron stepped back.

"You'll accept it if he gives it to you?"

【What else?】

"Ger!"

Angron suddenly called out his governor, and Ger stepped forward.

"Reinstate Korga to his post!"

Koz is a little different from before, Anglong thought to himself. Everything Koz is doing now has a purpose, and he can't let Nail be affected by Koz!

After listening to Angron's order, Ger remained silent for a long time before finally making a communication with Korga.

At that moment, Korga was mopping the floor in the corridor outside Garan's laboratory when Theseus suddenly spoke up.

[His Highness Angron has reinstated you. We now have a new mission: to be wary of the Midnight Lord!]

Theseus's words immediately jolted Kolga awake. He snapped the mop in his hand in two and then glared at the door of Garan's laboratory with hostility.

"No problem! But before that, I need to have a good talk with someone!"

Korga grabbed a mop and rushed into Garland's laboratory.

......

Angron is extremely nervous. Saint Geres, Guilliman, and Conrad Coz—all three of them have worn nails against him—which means a major crisis!

And while Koz is usually erratic, he would never be so hostile towards Fogrem as he is today.

Unless he saw something!

Angron's eyes lit up with suspicion. Saint Gerles and Guilliman put him in the middle. They didn't understand why Conrad Coz was at odds with Fugrim, but protecting the nail was everyone's responsibility!

"Father will arrive in three months. Before that, we need to pave a path to our new brotherhood. And Koz, I have no intention of killing you. I won't stoop to your level!"

Fogrem spoke, placing his power sword in Conrad Coz's hand.

Forgrim proudly raised his head, revealing the decorations and patterns on his power armor like a peacock spreading its tail feathers. His gaze swept past Koz and landed on Angron.

"Brothers, if you don't welcome me, I can stay on my ship."

Fogrem pondered for a moment.

“Of course you’re welcome! My brother, Nukelia has prepared a feast for you.”

Angron quickly responded.

"This is not Nostramore, Coz."

Finally, Fogrem smiled at Koz, raised his head, and said arrogantly.

"Sorry, my brother, I was reckless just now."

Fogrem was prepared to hear Koz's taunts, but to his utter surprise, Koz apologized to him, Midnight Ghost begging his brother for forgiveness in an extremely humble manner.

This left Forgrim even more confused.

He had absolutely no idea what was wrong with Koz!

“Angron, I think the first batch of Nostramore people have already returned to Nostramore. The fourth and fifth batches are on their way to Nukelia.”

“You’re right, brother. This isn’t Nostramamo.”

"But there are Nostramo people here, lots and lots of them."

Coz's words made Fogrem clench his fists; he felt that Coz was just stirring up trouble!

ps: Second update!

Volume 1: Chapter 210 (Chapter 199) Target—The Emperor's Son!

The Sons of the Emperor are mostly members of noble families on Terra, whose families control most of Terra's infrastructure.

The purple-robed phoenix, Forgrim, as the leader of the Third Legion, possessed political acumen that was among the best of the Primarchs. However, his prized skills were completely useless here in Nukelia!

Soft music filled the hall. Inside the banquet hall, Fugrim gazed at the dancers, all of whom were renowned dancers, most of whom had come from the Sons of the Emperor.

The Emperor's sons surrounded Forgrim, who stared at the food on his table. He then glanced at Angron, who was surrounded by his brothers, and felt utterly isolated.

"Great Prince Fugrim."

A clear voice rang out, and Fugrim looked up to see who it was.

That was Angelon's mentor—Eujnówmouth.

Oynormouth approached the purple-robed phoenix with a smile. As the governor of Nukelia, he did not show the same adoration in his eyes as the others towards this imperial heir.

"Eujnomouth".

福格9瑞姆开口道，他8在来到er努凯里亚之前就已经三做足了3工作0，他知道5现在努凯里亚当家做主的人是谁。

"It is I, Your Highness. I wonder if the food in Nukelia suits your taste."

"generally."

Fugrim shrugged his shoulders as he heard bursts of roars.

"You idiot! This is so simple! How could you not know it! How could you not be able to do it! Such a precise science, and you can't even count!"

The shriek of Mortarion echoed from afar.

"These are all numbers, how am I supposed to understand them? Damn it, if it weren't for the nail... Waaaaah!"

Saint Jeremy and Guilliman covered Angron's mouth together, their gazes turning toward Forgrim.

Everyone was outraged by Anglong's idiotic behavior. He always talks about nails, but can't he mention nails in front of outsiders?

As Forgrim watched the group of people bickering and joking in the distance, the smile on his face finally froze. He had no idea why he had been isolated.

At this moment, Lu Heng was rapidly collecting data above Angron's head. To be honest, Motalian's numerology was a bit difficult!

Lu Heng was arranging and combining countless numbers, trying to find a pattern, but he soon discovered that Mortalian's so-called numerology had absolutely no pattern whatsoever. All the numerical prophecies relied on Mortalian's sudden flashes of inspiration and psychic power.

Lu Heng knew absolutely nothing about psychic energy. Now that things had come to this point, Lu Heng was certain that unless he went to the head of Mositalianer, it was better to think about what would make Angron more normal than to expect him to learn numerology.

While trying to learn Mortalian's numerology, Lu Heng also hacked into Endrid'hal and received information from the Midnight Lord on the Emperor's Son. A large amount of information was absorbed into Lu Heng's system. The Emperor's Son contained a large number of medical data files, some of which were documents and some of which were system data within the ship.

The Midnight Lord's diligent behavior earned Lu Heng considerable goodwill.

But Lu Heng soon noticed something was wrong.

In one document, Lu Heng discovered blasphemous information. A large amount of Space Marine anatomical data appeared in Lu Heng's database, mostly about the Emperor's Sons, with a small portion from other legions. Lu Heng even saw data on the War Hounds!

The document was signed by Fabius!

Although Lu Heng knew that Fabius, the old Chinese medicine doctor, might have practiced forbidden techniques before, he never imagined that so early in the timeline, this guy had already begun to extend his poisonous hands to the soldiers of his own legion and other legions.

[Angron, prepare for battle.]

"Target."

Upon hearing Lu Heng's words, Angron's eyes lit up instantly. He stood up, and Saint Jereis and Angron simultaneously heard what Angron was saying.

[The Emperor's Son.]

The simple four nines made Ang Silong's eyes narrow instantly. He could feel his emotions were extremely unstable, a feeling he had only experienced in Nostrama.

When do we make our move?

Koz's call came in at just the right moment. His voice was unusually cold, and Angron felt a surge of hatred upon hearing it.

[We need to control Forgrim, and have Garan and Korgar take control of Colpharon. The Midnight Lords are preparing to seize control of the Emperor's Sons' fleet. No, I need you to stir up trouble.]

[The Ultramarines First Chapter and the Nemesis Chapter prepare to meet the Emperor's Son's counterattack, while the Blood Angels hold off the Phoenix Guard!]

【Gale, lead the Redemption Guard to challenge Forgrim. I will then infiltrate the entire Imperial Sons fleet. Time is on our side. As for why I am doing this, the information has already been sent to you.】

Lu Heng sent the forbidden experiments of the Son of the Emperor directly to the various Primarchs. Saint Geres and Guilliman exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry and determination.

Mortalian's curses had subsided considerably, and he looked toward Fogrim, who was smiling and talking with Oynormouth in the distance.

Are you sure you can subdue him immediately?

"Motalian asked in a low voice."

"of course."

Lu Heng sent out detailed plans one by one, and Anglong said confidently.

“I will not participate in this incident.”

Mortalian didn't want to get involved in this; he could already picture Fogrem's impending rage.

Lu Heng had anticipated Motalian's attitude; after all, it was already the best-case scenario that he didn't report the news.

Let's take action now.

Lu Heng issued his orders.

While Foghrim was discussing power struggles and political ideas with Eurenomouth, he saw Commander Gol the Warhound approaching with a smile.

"Prince Forgrim, I wonder if the Warhound will have the honor of witnessing your majestic figure."

Gol performed an Imperial salute to Forgrim and then asked.

"Oh?"

Fogrem smiled.

What do you want to witness?