Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Taviz looked at Fabius on the ground, and within milliseconds he realized that these guys were intruders. He drew his power sword from his waist.

The swords and armor emitted a hoarse, mournful cry.

"Enemy attack!"

Taviz fired an alarm in the communication system, trying to transmit the message, but only heard static. Their communication system had been hacked!

As a battle-hardened warrior, Taviz was the first to know the urgency of the situation, the War Hound, the Midnight Lord.

The thought of being in Nukelia made Taviz's mind race.

He quickly realized that the father of genetics was still above Nukelia.

The father of genetics is in danger!

As Taviz's thoughts drifted to this point, the hilt of his power sword became scorching hot. Varis used his psychic power to ignite the power sword in Taviz's hand, and soon a protective barrier blocked Varis's psychic energy—it was the anti-psychic device on Taviz's body.

"Useless wizard!"

Severus taunted Varis, then appeared out of the darkness like a gust of wind in front of Taviz, his power halberd slamming directly into the power sword in Taviz's hand.

The powerful impact caused Taviz to stumble back two steps.

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

"This is betrayal!"

Taviz roared.

"Sons of the Emperor, you are the ones who cannot be forgiven!"

Korga attacked from the side, his lightning claws clamping the power sword in Taviz's hand. He spun in mid-air, directly knocking the power sword from Taviz's hand, but Taviz punched Korga's terracotta armor, causing the terracotta armor on his chest to collapse. He turned and left the laboratory door, running backward.

"Guards! Enemy..."

biu!

Taviz hadn't run two steps when he felt something hit his head. He could feel his brain starting to fog up and his eyes becoming heavy. He took a few steps forward with his strong will, and then he knelt down on the ground, powerless.

Taviz stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, trying to shout, but his voice was so weak that all the words gathered in his throat. With a thud, Taviz collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Garland looked at the tranquilizer gun in his hand, snorted coldly, and then walked up to Taviz.

"What to do with this guy?"

"The sovereign only needs Fabius."

Korga touched the tassel on his chest and kicked Taviz on the ground.

Consider this a free gift.

"Kolga spoke up."

"Theseus has blocked all support routes from the Imperial Pride. We need to get to the helipad now."

[Route planning complete. I have cut off the Imperial Sons' aid routes, and all data has been uploaded.]

Theseus spoke in Colga's mind.

"Galan, okay..."

Colga looked back at the ground, but there was no trace of Fabius anywhere. Apart from a pool of blood, there wasn't a hair on the ground.

"I told you to give him another injection of anesthetic!"

Korga roared. Galan and Sevita simultaneously spotted the missing Fabius, but they knew the guy couldn't have gone far!

.......

The quill pen was held in both hands, and black ink followed a predetermined path as its owner—the emperor—continued to write on the parchment.

The Lord of Mankind listened to the voices within the Warp—shrieks and lies, panic and silence.

"I don't understand why you would summon six Primarchs."

The Emperor of Death stopped writing and looked at his old friend.

"Actually, there was only one."

4. The Emperor spoke in a profound and enigmatic way, a slight smile playing on his lips. Makado frowned. Ever since the Emperor returned from Nukelia, Makado felt that the Emperor had changed a lot, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly had changed.

Baal, Olympia, Macurag, Nukelia, Barbalus, Chemos, Nocturne, Nostrama, each world represents the homeworld of a Primarch.

Emperor Wu closed his eyes, and silence filled the room. He was calculating that if the nail had a little more force, then when all these worlds united, no matter what happened in the future, humanity's hope would still exist!

The six gods have already made their move several times, extending their claws from the dark void only to have them retracted. Now that they have finished their game, it is his turn!

"Macado, what kind of person do you think Number Nineteen will be?"

The emperor asked with a smile.

OPS: First update! Please vote!

Volume 1: Chapter 213 (Two Hundred and Two Chapters) Foolish

His timing had to be perfect, whether in life, in battle, or otherwise.

Even the slightest mistake could cause unavoidable embarrassment. Fogrem was very careful about his details, as he didn't want to look so bad in front of his brothers. The flaming sword swung continuously in Fogrem's hand as he looked at the panting Gol in front of him.

He had to admit that the warhound's governor was indeed quite skilled. He glanced at the Redemption Guard members attacking him from the left and right, and quickly knocked away each one who dared to attack him. Forgrim did not want these Sons of Angron to get hurt, and his perfect control of the force ensured that the warriors who were knocked away were not harmed in the slightest.

Fugrim, wielding his flaming sword in one hand, grabbed a Redemption Guard warrior and flung him away. As Gale charged forward, the flaming sword in his hand emitted a faint hum, and his first swing was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

The Phoenix Guard watched Forgrim's actions with smiles on their faces, their pride and joy evident. In their eyes, Gol and the Warhounds were undoubtedly humiliating themselves, but only their benevolent and perfect genetic father would play along with this farce.

Clang.

Forgrim felt the impact of his flaming sword and frowned. He saw that Gol had actually blocked his attack.

This is simply unbelievable for an ordinary Space Marine.

Fogrem could see the bulging veins on Gol's face and hear the humming engines of his power armor. He swiftly swung his flaming sword like a storm, and Fogrem quickened his pace.

"Hypnos!"

"Ger shouted."

Hypnos?

What is this? Some kind of war cry?

As Forgrim thought to himself, the warhound's governor soon gave Forgrim a great surprise. He saw that Gol had actually blocked all of his attacks!

Ger's face was flushed, his hands were trembling, and his whole face looked like a boiled lobster, but his eyes were shining.

"A brave warrior."

Forgrim remarked that even though he had gone easy on him, there were very few, if any, Space Marines in the entire Empire who could withstand such an attack!

The phoenix in purple robes' praise of Archon Gol aroused jealousy among the Phoenix Guard members standing nearby. They stared expressionlessly at Gol in the distance, for even they, as sons of Forgrim, had never received such an honor.

Angron directly captured this emotion, and the purple hue gave him a strange, indescribable feeling.

"The emperor's sons are very strange."

Angron muttered to himself, unlike the Holy Blood Angels, who appeared noble but were actually filled with anger and bloodlust due to their thirst for blood. It was only the return of the Empire's archangels that made those vampires suppress their emotions.

But the sons of emperors. Lu

Anglong pondered what word to use to describe it.

Anglo narrowed his eyes, his boundless vanity arousing a sense of awe in the Space Marines.

Those intense emotions were hidden in the hearts of these emperor's sons. Angron pondered for a long time; based on his experience fighting demons, these guys were like experience points for training.

To Angron, Forgrim's fighting style was more like dancing; his flamboyant manner made Angron feel that his brother was more of a dancer than a warrior.

Gol attacked again, and this time Forgrim didn't hold back. His flaming sword burst into flames, and the lightning-fast attacks left Gol overwhelmed. Gol only lasted three seconds this time before retreating to the rear.

Fugrim proudly raised his head, smiling as he looked at the warhound's governor.

"A good kid." Han

Fulgrim smiled, and the Sons of the Emperor erupted in cheers, but they failed to notice that the Blood Angels were already closing in on them.

“Angron, your offspring is quite good.”

Fugrim praised him, lifting his foot and walking gracefully forward, like a proud little swan.

But the next second, a pair of hands climbed onto Forgrim's shoulders. Forgrim turned his head in confusion and saw that Conrad Coz had appeared behind him at some point.

"Koz, you......"

Conrad Coz's eyes held a hint of sadness. He didn't answer Fogrem's question the moment he quickly placed his hands on Fogrem's temples.

Sorry, bro!

As Koz finished speaking, Fugrem felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, hearing the angry shouts of his offspring.

An endless black mist instantly enveloped Forgrim's eyes—betrayal!

This is blatant betrayal!

As Fugrim struggled to break free of Koz's control, he smashed through the abyss and the mist, and Fugrim smelled sulfur.

Endless fantasies emanated from Koz, transforming into a thick fog that enveloped Forgrim.

"Conrad Coates!"

Forgrim roared angrily, and a huge thunderclap suddenly rang out. Forgrim saw it, saw the scene that terrified him: a tall giant with serpentine lower body limbs, and purple wings fluttering slightly behind the giant.

Fugrim stared at the monster, at the monster that shared the same face as himself!

The monster smiled as it slaughtered on the battlefield. The Emperor's Fist, the Holy Blood Angel—even the Imperial Guards were like toys in its hands.

On this vast battlefield, countless people pressed forward, forward, forward!

It could be loyalty, or it could be betrayal.

But then, Fulgrim saw his own offspring, those children he had once been so proud of, their faces contorted in horror, as they charged into the territory of his former cousins, singing and wailing, and used powerful sonic weapons to destroy everything in their path.

"This is impossible!"

Fugrim roared, staring in disbelief at everything before him.

Conrad Coates!

Yes, it's all him, everything is him, he's trying to distract himself with false fantasies.

"Get out here! Koz, you bastard! Get out here!"

Fugrim roared as he saw the black mist materialize into a human form, as he saw Conrad Coz emerge from his fantasy.

[Not bad, it seems you had a pretty good grasp of your abilities while I was away.]

When Lu Heng's voice rang out, Forgrim saw the green figure and Angron!

"Angron?"

"And what are you?!"

"You've partnered with the aliens?"

Fugrim roared.

"Who do you call the alien? The perfect child."

Lu Heng looked at Fogrim with disdain.

"Even if your father came, he would have to respectfully call me a friend!"

Lu Heng walked over and looked at Fogrim, who was even bigger than himself.

He then slapped Forgrim across the face.

"idiot!"

Angron watched as Nail slapped Forgrim across the face, and he sneered. Nail had never hit him before!

The illusions within the entire space were constantly changing, and Fugrim saw how he was gradually falling into the trap of the perfect journey.

The fragments were scattered and discontinuous.

It's like a mirror being constantly sliced.

"Who are you! What are you?!"

"Let me out! Conrad Coz! Angron, let me out!!!"