Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"You selfish bastard! You only care about yourself!"

"You think you can kill me?!"

He slammed a heavy punch into Forgrim's face, faster than the Khan, one punch, two punches, three punches.

Foghrim's face was struck by countless punches.

He landed heavily on the ground, his hands flailing helplessly in the air.

Saint Jeremy placed one foot on Forgrim's chest.

"Perfection has never been our goal or mission. Fogrem, sometimes you're like a ostentatious peacock, making people want to hate you!"

The angel watched as Fogrim rolled over and began to climb on the ground.

You are better than Guilliman.

The sound of nails echoed in Saint Geres' ears.

Of course, I'm only referring to the spiritual level.

A thick green mist appeared on the stage, and Lu Heng came to the front of Forgrim, whose face was covered in blood. He leaned down slightly, and his green metal arm pressed down on Forgrim's head.

Do you crave power? The perfect person.

“What do I need to give up! Tell me! I need perfect power!” (Lu ∷3, 4∶-§▲)

"I'm going to kill him!"

Fugrim roared.

At this moment, the three imperial demigods could simultaneously sense the nail's extremely displeased expression. It was subtle, but he had indeed appeared.

Everything about you!

ps: First update!

Volume 1: Chapter 217 (Chapter 206) You will be next!

Long-cherished wish, destiny, rebirth from the ashes.

Forgrim was indeed one of the more outstanding Primarchs, but Lu Heng unleashed the darkest side of him, relying on Angron's abilities, in this dream, in this spiritual world.

but!

Whether it was an angel or Conrad Coates, the darkness within them had rejected him.

And if Forgrim dared to agree this time, what about next time?

Or perhaps the time after that?

A person's spirit does not lie. This is not only a test for the demigods of the Empire, but also a test for Fogrim himself!

What a pity! What a tragedy!

Fugrim had absolutely no idea what he had agreed to!

This was the first time Lu Heng had felt such disappointment and anger towards a prototype.

Your Majesty, this is your son!

Lu Heng grasped Forgrim's hands, and the green data transformed into power that surged directly into Forgrim's body. Forgrim felt his mind and body filled with power, and his spirit became stronger, but at the same time, he felt that he had lost something.

Forgrim climbed up from the second floor, and his legs began to merge. He could feel his lower body writhing. When purple scales appeared on Forgrim's body, green fluorescence appeared in his eyes.

Saint Jeremy watched Forgrim's grotesque state within this spiritual world. He transformed into a monster with a human body and a snake's tail, and four arms that looked like women's arms grew out of Forgrim's body, with white hair hanging down to the ground.

The archangel didn't know what the Butcher's Nail had done to Forgrim, but he did know that Forgrim seemed to be completely lost in his own illusion.

"The way this guy looks right now makes me want to vomit."

The angel spoke his most genuine thoughts.

[Great minds think alike, but isn't this exactly the perfection he desires?]

[A perfection that deceives both mind and body.]

And you? Saint Jerace, why dare you not unleash the darkness within you? Is it that you dare not face him? And what are you afraid of?

[Your resolve is also a form of cowardice. You must understand that you cannot always stay true to yourself. Your brothers died before your eyes, the emperor passed away, and the human empire crumbled, all taking advantage of your vulnerability when you were at your most furious.]

What are you resisting?

[Is this your little secret? Or are you just unwilling to take responsibility? How are you different from Fulgrim?]

The sound of nails echoed around the angel.

The nail saw Saint Geres chuckle and spread his wings.

"Nail, you really are a great mentor. Haven't you considered joining the Ninth Legion?"

“I can hear you, Saint Geres.”

Angron's voice drifted into Saint Geres's ears, causing her to fall silent for a moment.

[Hahaha! Alright, Angron, look at Saint Geres. He's far superior to Fulgrim. His reason can protect his mind and spirit. This was a test, congratulations on passing it.] Q

Saint Geres visibly relaxed upon hearing this.

"And what about him?" N

Saint Jeremy pointed at Forgrim, his brother who had lost his way, his voice filled with worry.

He didn't, so he'll have to learn a lesson.

"I have one more question."

【Please say. 】

"What exactly is your relationship with... the Emperor?"

The archangel of the empire sensed a part of the emperor's way of doing things in Nail's tone, but unlike the emperor, Nail was more like an elder.

【I'm his father!】 Umbrella

Saint Geres remained silent.

Just kidding. Maybe we're friends, maybe we're enemies. Interests have brought us together. Alright, the final test—go! Face the bloodlust within you!

"Saint Geres, you passed the test of the nails, but you will never pass the test with me!"

"If you run into a brick wall again, I'll break your wings!"

After Lu Heng finished speaking, Anglong's threat followed.

Saint Jeremy smiled helplessly when he heard Angrona's threatening words, but soon he felt a thirst in his throat and could feel the bloodlust in his heart.

Call my name.

'Read it out. '

Saint Jeremy felt an unusual heaviness in his body, and he could hear the voice calling out from within his own heart.

Saint Geres smiled.

'The skull is offered as a sacrifice, the blood is offered as a libation to the blood god.'

'Say it aloud, my child.'

Saint Jeremy instantly spread his wings and charged directly at Forgrim.

"It's time to settle things! My brother!"

The angel's eyes were bloodshot; he was the true master of his own heart!

Fugrim charged forward, his four arms wielding different weapons that inflicted wounds on Sanctuary, causing the entire stage structure to be continuously destroyed and rebuilt.

Spiritual power was frantically annihilating and reviving everything around them.

Angels are truly amazing.

Lu Heng had to admit that Saint Geres' willpower surprised him; no wonder everyone loved the archangel.

"Just because he has a pair of wings?"

Angron asked with some disdain as he watched his brothers rolling around on the stage, like two main characters and a supporting character in a stage play, but today's main character was destined not to be Saint Jereth!

"I said I would kill you!"

Fugrim held down the angel's wings with two arms, while his other two arms gripped Saint Geres's arms.

I'm going to tear you apart!

"I'm so perfect now! I told you I was going to kill you, birdman!"

Saint Jeremy stared at Forgrim's contorted face and spat on it.

"Go outside and see you, you idiot brother!"

The next second, golden feathers floated in the air, blood splattered, and Fugrim looked at Saint Jereth, who had died at his hands.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"I am the most perfect one! I am the most perfect one!"

"It's me! I'm the most perfect one!"

“It’s me… Fugrim!”

Fugrim pressed his four arms to the ground, but for no reason he started to cry. His tears fell to the ground. Fugrim had never thought that he would be so sad one day, even though it was just a fantasy in his own mind.

“Tsk tsk tsk, look at him... Fugrim, my brother.”

When Conrad Coates' voice rang out in the air.

Fugrim stopped the tears from his eyes, and he suddenly raised his head. His face was contorted with rage, and a strong sense of disgust appeared on his once beautiful face.

"Conrad Coates! It's you!!!!"

"You turned me into this, it was you and that alien!"

A thick black fog appeared on the stage, and Fogrem saw it—two figures, two Conrad Coz!

"I feel like I could torture him ten thousand times."

"Isn't that too kind?"

The two Conrad Coates were communicating with each other.

"Konrad Coates!"

Ulfrigrim straightened up and roared!

Si: "You'll be next!"

P.S.: Second update!

Volume 1: Chapter 218 (Chapter 207) You're saying my nails are aliens?

Conrad Coates once felt that he was living like someone with cancer, chaotic and disordered, only able to remain unchanged when no one was around at night. He had experienced the filth and chaos of the universe.

He knew he was so different.

As Nail said, he was never the special one. He used to fear his own fantasies, and now he will face them head-on, just like Fogrim is now. Nothing in this world is static!

Conrad Coz looked at his creation with the nails, the ugly Fugram. Now, this brother had no idea what had happened to him. Conrad Coz smiled as a throne slowly rose behind him.

Countless people who died tragically sat on the throne, a dense mass of flesh and bones, some of them aliens, others the flesh and blood of those he had murdered.

[It's a bit disgusting.]

Conrad Coates snapped his fingers, and the throne vanished instantly.

Look at yourself now.

Conrad Coates spoke in a low voice, behind him was a long-haired Coates, the darkness within him, forged from fear and shadow, his other personality.

He shrouded Conrad Coates.

He is a ghost, a fear, and a nemesis of evil.

"Fulgrim."

"Perfect? ​​Ridiculous?"

"Look at yourself now, at the ugly state you are in."

Conrad Coates smiled as he looked up at his demigod brother. He had seen fragments of his brother in the illusion before. Now, he was not exactly the same as the person in his memory, but the two looked very similar.