Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"But... this is not our end! There are many more slave owners beyond this planet, those damned warlords..."

【Your father is the greatest! Han:♀Five Killings＞Participation」×〖That. 】

"Cough cough!"

Angron was taken aback by the words "Butcher's Spike" that had been inserted into his mouth.

"More worlds await our liberation!"

"Brothers and sisters! Go to the vast galaxy and annihilate those damned aliens, slave owners, and warlords!"

"For humanity!"

Angron roared loudly. To be honest, Angron was not a perfect speaker, but his emotions certainly stirred the emotions of many people.

They chanted the name of Angron, the name of Nukelia, and the name of the great emperor whom they had never met.

......

Oynormouth did not intend to go to Terra with Angron. Nukelia was in dire need of rebuilding and needed someone to guard it. Oedipus, along with a group of high knights and a few mortal warhounds, wanted to go to Terra with Angron.

Although Angron was somewhat disappointed that Oynormouth could not accompany him to Terra, he accepted it as a matter of course, knowing that he could return anyway.

Under the Emperor's constant urging, Angron led everyone back to the Warhound mothership.

After confirming that Anglon had boarded the ship, the Emperor couldn't wait and immediately ordered the return voyage.

[Yes, baby! That's it! Insert it, quickly insert me, I want to see if there are any machine spirits on this ship!]

However, under the somewhat conflicted gazes of Gale and his fellow Space Marines, they watched as Angron inserted the Butcher's Nail into the data interface inside the bridge.

"Do you know any doctors in Terra?"

Geer rubbed his temples and asked softly. (The last part, "羓," appears to be a fragment and doesn

"Sorry... I really don't know you..." (The bait)

The soldier beside him responded somewhat hesitantly.

P.S.: Will there be tickets? I'm so confused! (Saliva)

Volume 1: Chapter 20 I'm a barbarian! (馓)

Terra. (阾)

The birthplace of humankind, the very heart of the human empire. (U)

Now they have welcomed back its master and the new prince.

However, Angron disagreed. As the current master of the Twelfth Legion, with the help of Butcher's Nail, he reviewed the Warhounds' entire combat history, from the Terra Unification War to their role as a reserve force for other expeditions.

Angron and Butcher's Nail carefully studied the role that warhounds played when fighting alongside other legions.

Commandos, War Dogs, and multiple legions have collaborated, including Dark Angels, Iron Warriors, and Space Wolves.

Without exception, war dogs are often deployed to the most dangerous areas to provide killing advantage to troubled armies. Even now, when war dogs are assembled, they are used as executioners by the War Council and deployed to various regions of the Empire.

Angron felt a surge of anger. He wanted to change the entire legion's situation immediately, but now was not the time.

"My father!"

There was a knock on the hatch, and Ger's voice came from outside, his tone full of concern for Angron's mental state.

When Ger and his group entered, they found themselves in a dimly lit room filled with mechanical cables, densely clustered around a giant, muscular man in the center of the room, his eyes rolling back and occasionally twitching.

“Ger?”

Angron got up from the ground and punched himself in the face.

Wait! Wait, this number is swollen, 'turn △': start; the company ≮$ 'order $∴wife's pa ◎ data hasn't been eaten yet!

As Angron moved forward, the data-linking synapses of Butcher's Spike broke one by one, followed by the sound of Butcher's Spike.

"hurry up!"

"Angron said irritably."

"Father, are you alright?"

Ger asked, with the Eighth Company Commander, Kahn, and the soldiers from the other companies standing beside him. They were so worried about Angron's current condition that they had called over all the best apothecaries in the legion.

"I'm sorry to have worried you. I'm fine now... Have you arrived in Terra?"

Angron asked, draping the cloak over himself. He felt a slight fatigue and even a bit of hunger, probably from overworking his brain.

【alright!】

Upon hearing Butcher's Nail's words, Angron immediately disconnected the last data cable and went to Gale's side.

"Yes, Father, we have arrived in Terra."

Ger nodded slightly, then made way for Angron.

"Furthermore, Father, regarding the Primal Guard."

Gel suggested that, having fought alongside the other legions for so long, they urgently needed to establish a Primarch Guard for their own Primarchs; after all, if others had it, their own father should have it too.

"It will be as you see fit."

"Kahn of the Eighth Company, Captra of the Thirty-Seventh Company, and Margo and Varis of the Eighteenth Company... Let them join the Primarch Guard. For the rest, I need brave warriors, courage, and good character."

7. Angron finalized the personnel he and Butcher's Nail had previously identified.

4. "As you wish."

1. In his mind, Ger added his own name as well.

6. "In addition, new Space Marines should be added to the Legion as soon as possible."

9. Anglon added another sentence.

After saying this, Angron stretched out his limbs; he was going to see his brothers.

7 .......

8 Dust swirled in the Terra Palace square, and beneath the magnificent, countless marble columns, the luxurious architecture of the palace shrouded several figures.

0. "Stop playing your boring tricks."

A dull, grating sound rang out, and the yellow giant Rogue Dorn looked at Magnus beside him, trying to stop his brother from sweeping the palace square with those blasphemous spells.

Hedgehog: "You're always so boring. What do you think the new brothers will be like? A sickly lunatic or a guy whose mouth can kill someone?"

Magnus lowered his eyes, gazing at the spaceship descending from the sky. Even from such a distance, Magnus could still sense the Emperor's arrival.

The vehicle was a golden one, followed by Warhound's blue and white Stormbird orbital transport ship, one in front of the other.

"It seems this brother is not well-liked by his father."

"Buy Magnus muttered."

That's enough!

When an old man's voice rang out, the Empire's Chancellor—the Seal Bearer Makado—spoke up to stop him.

Several pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Magnus, realizing he was being rude, shut his mouth, but before that, he looked at the man beside him—Guilliman.

Guilliman closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, until the two vehicles landed on the ground.

The Imperial Guards came out first, followed by the Emperor.

Soon the princes of the empire saw Angron descending from the airship.

They stared at Angron, whose head was pierced with the Butcher's Nail.

Doubt, curiosity, scrutiny.

That bright red one is your giant baby brother.

"Oh, that's Guilliman. I showed you before; the Five Hundred Worlds is a prosperous place. When you have time, you can send the war dogs there to learn, and it would be best if they could capture a few people."

That's Peturabo, a twisted character.

[Rogg Dorn, that guy has a really sharp tongue!]

As Angron listened to Butcher's Nail's incessant chatter in his ear, he felt the gazes and emotions of each of his brothers.

Scrutiny, curiosity, doubt... and fear?

Angron turned his gaze to the man, whose face was extremely pale. The man stared at Angron with a look of terror in his eyes, his incredulous gaze trying to see right through him.

"Who is that?"

Angron asked.

[Conrad Coates, a madman, whose life is filled with sorrow and despair, I suggest you try to win him over with love.]

The Butcher's Sting conveys this message to Angron.

"It seems my brothers aren't an easy bunch to get along with."

Angron sighed, then his expression hardened.

He followed behind the emperor.

......

A banquet, a grand banquet.

As the protagonist of this event, Anglong looked at the sumptuous food and found it difficult to swallow for a moment. Even the slave owners had never tasted such a thing, and it was undoubtedly a luxury for Anglong.

"My brother, this isn't to your liking?"

As the red giant approached, he asked with a smile.

“Magnus...I am Magnus.”

"Angron".

Angron raised his head and looked at his brothers who had gathered around him.

"Okay, how's Angron feeling?"

"With your attire, you didn't end up in some barbaric world like Leman Russ, did you?"

Magnus asked jokingly.

Angron remained expressionless, but a smile appeared on his face the next second. He could tell that his brothers had no ill intentions towards him.

"Of course, my brother!"

"Of course, I'm a ruthless barbarian who kills without blinking an eye."

“I am Angron, they call me the Lord of Red Sand, a barbarian.”

Angron extended his hand and handed it over.

Just as he'd agreed with Butcher's Nail, he was a barbarian.

P.S.: That's all for today. Goodnight everyone.

Volume 1: Chapter 21 (Chapter 19 - Refresh)

Nineteenth update: I posted the wrong draft.

Then everyone just need to refresh the page. I'm going to get an IV drip now, sorry I'm a little dazed.

Also, I'd like to ask for votes, thank you...

Love you all...

There's also the requirement to reach 100 words.

One hundred more words... one hundred words, one hundred words, one hundred words, one hundred words...

Volume 1: Chapter 22 (Twenty-One) Do you want to become a god?

Humility, rudeness, ignorance, intelligence, barbarity, and being well-educated.

It's hard to find so many conflicting qualities in one person, but that's exactly what Angron is in the eyes of the public.

He could talk to Magnus about psionic powers, or with Perturabo about art and war, and even humbly seek Guilliman's advice on planetary construction. When he sensed someone's dissatisfaction, he could turn to Perturabo and, with praise, seek the Iron Warrior's help.

For example... help build a few fortresses.

Or an art venue.