Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The wails of Fugrim echoed continuously within the space.

Let me see your little secret.

"what?"

"no no!!!!"

P.S.: I'll add an extra chapter tomorrow if I catch a fish.

Volume 1: Chapter 214 (Chapter 203) Nail: Can someone help me beat him up?

Young nobles, young genetic prototypes.

Forgrim sat in the Terran palace, strolling through the palace gardens. He followed the emperor, passing through meticulously manicured trees, where ancient Terran marble sculptures stood on the cobblestone paths.

On the other side, Fugrim gazed at his own back.

"gorgeous."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the next second he felt a burning pain in his nerves, as if he had been electrocuted.

The scene flashed by, and he saw the first war he had ever experienced, the Byzantine War.

Fugrim's thoughts kept rippled, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his memories.

The physical world.

Saint Jeremy looked at the cables shooting out from Angron 9 and saw the Butcher's Nail penetrate Conrad Coz's body with data spikes, while some of it entered Forgrim's body.

"Are you really not going to stop this kind of scene, this kind of blasphemous scene?"

Mortarian gripped the scythe in his hand, determined not to let the Butcher's Nail touch him, not even for a moment!

“I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business, Mortarian.”

Saint Jeremy glanced at Mortarion and then went directly to Angron's side, tapping on Angron's data wings as if knocking on a door.

"To be honest, this thing looks really bad on Angron."

Saintes said disdainfully, and the next second a data synapse directly invaded Saintes' wing.

"Never mind, take me with you."

Guilliman rubbed his temples, also very curious about what they were doing.

Guilliman, who had also joined in, finally began to have doubts. He had no idea what that machine was, or how such a vicious thing had brainwashed his brothers.

With this in mind, Mortarian began to consider whether he should report the current situation to the Emperor.

But this thought remained hidden in Mortarian's mind; he had not yet revealed it to anyone.

In my imagination.

"Why can Guilliman?"

Guilliman, who entered the spiritual world of Fulgrim with the angel, was immediately struck by his brother's explosive words.

Yuefei"／Qun≤[：跁乌泣〉熘≮#tumor shirt“◇澌”肆弭What does it mean to say I can?

"War, every war, my descendants and I have accomplished it all perfectly."

A hundred worlds?

As Forgrim's roar drew near, Guilliman finally realized where he was: his homeland, Macurag.

But unlike the real Macurag, this is an illusion; every scene of disillusionment is a product of Forgrim's imagination.

At this moment, Vograim was standing in the hall of an opera house. He stood on the stage, his decorations so magnificent that he resembled a peacock spreading its tail feathers. He was so alluring that Guilliman could hardly imagine such a word being used to describe his own brother.

“The emperor’s sons, my offspring, are afflicted by disease.”

“We have been defeated by those foolish mortals of the Terra Council, and by our brothers. I swear I will do better and better than them!”

"I possess over two hundred honorary titles, and my status as the son of an emperor is second to none, yet how much favor do we receive!"

Guilliman watched Fogrem screaming his heart out on stage, and he couldn't understand what was wrong with Fogrem!

"What...what is he doing?"

After a long silence, Guilliman finally asked the question.

[His inner monologue.]

Nail appeared beside Guilliman and Saint Geres without them noticing. He snapped his fingers, and after two servings of popcorn appeared, an audience appeared behind Guilliman and Saint Geres.

Anglong stared expressionlessly at the five crazed brothers. To be honest, he had never imagined that one of these brothers could be so dark inside.

"Oh! Fogrim, you've done well enough!"

"You have started countless wars and saved countless worlds, but they cannot see your achievements."

“Guilliman ruled an entire galaxy, and he was tacitly allowed to establish his own independent system.”

"The glory of Saint Geres is revered, but why do they not look upon me!"

Guilliman and Saint Geres were filled with mixed emotions. They had never imagined that they would one day see their brother so insane.

“Guilliman…”

Guilliman didn't want to listen anymore.

"What's wrong with him!"

Guilliman squinted, and it seemed like he couldn't stop talking about him.

"Father, can't you see your child?!"

“I, Forgrim, and my Legion are on the edge of a precipice, we are in grave danger. I do not want to live on a ship. I led them out, and when I wanted to leave that greenhouse, seven voices, seven brothers, questioned me!”

"They said I was arrogant and conceited!"

"They think I'm crazy! But the truth is, I'm right, absolutely right!"

“Lane, Horus, Guilliman, Dorn, what kind of favors did they receive!”

Guilliman slightly raised himself up. "Can we please not mention him?"

Saint Geres held down the slightly annoyed Guilliman, shaking his head to signal Guilliman to look at Lu Heng.

At this moment, Lu Heng was watching the scene in front of Fogrem with great interest. After all, thoughts and emotions cannot be faked. These words were Fogrem's own truest inner monologue!

Do you think that after Fogrem regains consciousness, he will feel so ashamed that he will want to commit suicide?

After Lu Heng said this, everyone present fell silent.

If it were them, they would want more than just suicide!

"I hate their pity!"

"They have no idea what I and my legion are going through!"

"Perfection is the only goal of the mission."

"I need to do better, to be better than them all, I want to build—my own kingdom!"

The allogeneic progenitors simultaneously fell silent.

Why didn't he tell his father?

Guilliman asked.

It's probably just that damned pride.

Lu Heng kept clutching the popcorn in his hand beneath his green robe, feeling utterly bored. He sighed; Fugrim's problem was bigger than he had imagined.

This is practically boundless.

He stood up, and to the bewildered looks of the crowd, they only saw a green figure appear on the stage.

That was Lu Heng.

"I know you're an alien, you evil thing that has invaded my brain!"

“But I am the master here, I am the only one here. Summon Conrad Coates. You can’t do without him!”

When Fogrem arrogantly raised his head and said those words to Lu Heng, Lu Heng felt that Fogrem was like a madman.

[Can someone help me beat him up?]

"I'll do it!" × Four.

P.S.: Ninth update! The whole audience was silent, except for me, 66666! ※◎‰≮=○

Volume 1: Chapter 215 (Chapter 204) Big Blueberry! Big Blueberry! Big Blueberry!

Whether in the warp or in the real world, the mental world is always the most dangerous place. Here, you need to know how to protect yourself, how to invade, how to defend yourself, and how to be prepared.

Mortals cannot comprehend the mindset of the Imperial demigods; only the Imperial demigods can comprehend their mindset!

When Fulgrim saw Guilliman wearing a mask, his first thought was that it was an illusion, a pure illusion.

"You think you can beat me just by calling out this tasteless blue thing that looks like a blueberry?"

Fugrim clutched his stomach and laughed.

He spoke in a hoarse, woman-like voice, and he laughed maniacally.

A flaming sword emerged from Forgrim's hand, and he pointed its tip at Guilliman.

"Come on, challenge me."

"Big blueberries!"

Guilliman had never been so angry, nor had he ever hated one of his brothers so much; his eyes were expressionless.

Feel your own power, sense your own emotions, and then suppress them.

Guilliman heard the sound of nails clicking in his mind. He took a deep breath and then raised the gleaming golden dagger in his hand.

[Suppress them; they are your power, not your master.] 3∷〉∫¤｜

"Always like this."

The anger in Guilliman's eyes subsided, and then came Vograim's attack. Flames suddenly took shape, and Vograim's mental power roared in. His figure was illusory, and every step he took was like dancing. The exhilarating sight made Guilliman take a step back.

He slightly raised the short sword in his hand, gladly accepting Forgrim's attack.

Every attack from Forgrim was spectacular. Although Guilliman scoffed at it, he had to admit that his brother was indeed a formidable opponent. With the help of the nails, Guilliman gradually adapted to Forgrim's attacks, those absurd mental powers, those things that tried to strangle him and destroy his spirit.

Forgrim's emotions were still in turmoil. He roared and screamed, completely losing his composure, and the air on the stage screamed in response.

He frantically slashed his weapon at Guilliman's short sword.

Guilliman stumbled and staggered, seemingly about to be cut down by another attack from Fogrim, but he managed to catch each attack perfectly.

[If this were a prison, what would you do?]

Lu Heng suddenly asked, "Looking at the entire history of Warhammer, every Primarch has come into contact with the illusionary cage to some extent, where everything they had was shattered by the Warp Gods."

These poor little families are manipulated like puppets, and the only way to bring them to their senses is through manipulation.

They tried to awaken them by sacrificing their own offspring; the loyal Space Marines were helpless against the Primarch's coma, and the Imperial demigods were also powerless against their own coma.

Intrigue, traps, betrayal.

What happened to them should have been avoided.

Break him, Guilliman.

Lu Heng patiently and persuasively explained.

“But he is my brother.”

Guilliman pondered.

He won't die, but what about you? You entered in a mental state. What if someone impersonates your brother? Although your mental world is strong, you will eventually tire.

You are not fighting against Forgrim, you are fighting against yourself.

So, break it!

Guilliman stopped in his tracks, staring at the distorted face of Forgrim before him, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"I can't..."

"Big Blueberry, I will surpass you! I am the perfect one!"

Guilliman's sorrowful eyes turned resolute. Before Forgrim, he saw Guilliman standing tall, his expression resolute. He had seen through Forgrim's fighting style; those mental attacks could not harm him.