Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Conrad Coates had never craved the darkness of a person so much. He suppressed his screams, a smile appeared on his face, and he—Forgrim—proclaimed himself a great artist.

But Conrad Coates knew that the real artist was standing right in front of him.

Conrad Coz rested his chin on his hands as he scrutinized Fogrem.

Fugrim noticed that Qi was looking at Koz as if he were gazing at a work of art. 6々〔◎「∮◇。≥ba″lin＞

"To be honest, you look much uglier now than before."

Koz's voice was icy, like starlight among the stars. Those faint rays of light directly pierced Fogrem's heart. Fogrem roared in a low voice, stretched out his arms, and the flaming sword ignited. The two powerful forces confronted each other.

Conrad Coz's dark side, with its shrill and sinister laugh, his hoarse, tearing voice sounded like a thousand fingers rubbing against steel, a sound that made Fugrim feel utterly uncomfortable.

"You deserve to die!"

Foghrim plunged his sword into Conrad's body with ease.

"I got you!"

As Forgrim's long tongue emerged from his mouth, he lifted Conrad Coz high, able to see the network of veins on his brother's neck, the ribs clinging to his skin, and Coz's triumphant grin.

"What are you laughing at! You damned bug, you only know how to hide in dark corners!"

"You're saying you caught me?"

Blood gushed from Koz's mouth.

"We've caught you!"

"It was Koz's dark side that spoke up."

Countless tentacles made of flesh and blood wrapped around Forgrim's body in the shadows, and Forgrim suddenly realized that this was a trap specifically designed for him.

"Look at what you look like now."

A mirror appeared before Fogrem's eyes, and Fogrem was horrified to see the terrifying image reflected in it.

“仲‖QUn：74￥∈1∪—6+&9‘0℃7→∥8°^0不！”

"Is this your perfection?"

"No! No! That's not how it is!"

"You killed Guilliman and Saint Geres, and now you want to kill me!"

Every word Conrad Coz said seemed to pound on Fogrem's heart. Fogrem's mind began to return to normal. He seemed to be moved by Coz's words. His heart began to beat, and he began to struggle.

"You think this is fake?"

"No, you did kill them."

“Forgrim, my brother, my beloved elder brother.”

"I declare...you guilty!"

As Coz spoke, Fugrem could no longer control his emotions. He forcefully cleaved Coz in two, his newly grown arm spilling blood and flesh onto the ground.

"This can't be real!!!!"

Fugrim screamed in agony, seemingly unable to accept his current state. His mind began to twist, and he slammed the corpse of Nakoz directly onto the ground.

Fugrim's face began to ache, and the Imperial demigod lost his sanity.

"I am perfect! I am perfect! I am truly perfect!"

"You're a halberd, aren't you!"

Koz's voice rang out again. He saw the corpse in his hand turn into a dark mist that flowed across the ground like a thick stream of water. He saw Conrad Koz gather again not far away.

"You should be dead!"

"Look at yourself now, Fogrem! You're jealous of everyone, you think you're perfect! You're always fixated on your own unique fantasy!"

Fogrem saw Coz shed tears.

"Nothing in the world is ever perfect, not even an emperor."

"Father?!"

As Fogrem murmured to himself, perhaps the word "Emperor" awakened the softest part of his heart. His eyes began to clear, and Fogrem saw his own face again.

"What have I done?!?!"

Forgrim screamed in terror, writhing helplessly. He could feel that his body was no longer what it used to be. In despair, Forgrim reached out his hand, trying to touch Conrad Coz.

But he saw Conrad Coates's figure begin to appear ethereal and indistinct.

Leave the rest to me.

Conrad Coates smiled when he heard what Nail said.

"Here you go, Nail!"

Conrad Coz then vanished right in front of Fugrim.

"Next time we meet, I won't let you have such a pleasant time!"

Koz's dark side glared at Fogrem, then he smacked his lips in slight annoyance before giving Fogrem the middle finger.

Before Fogrem could understand what those words meant, he only saw Koz vanish instantly.

He stared in astonishment at the vanished Koz.

"You dare call my nails aliens?!" (Pa)

Then a deafening roar pierced Forgrim's eardrums. Before he could even process what was happening, he saw a giant axe cleave down on him.

Angron stared at the blood-splattered Forgrim.

"Look me in the eye! It's a perfect thing!"

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Volume 1: Chapter 219 (Chapter 208) You disgust me!

Angron! So many Angrons!

A huge gash was cleaved into Fogrem's chest by a heavy axe, and the intense pain made him momentarily unable to distinguish whether this was reality or an illusion.

Blood gushed out as Angron stomped on the giant axe, sending Forgrim's massive body crashing backward. He roared, but the next second, a group of Angrons, their upper bodies bare, charged forward.

Countless axes slammed directly into Forgrim's body.

"Roar!"

Countless violent roars surrounded Forgrim, who retreated hastily. The crimson figures on all sides overwhelmed him, and four arms frantically tore apart the Angrons around him.

"Roar!"

"Brother! No!"

"brother?"

Angron looked at Forgrim with disdain. He held the Roar of War in one hand. In the spiritual world, Angron dared to say that he was invincible here!

Even Magnus, the crimson figure, was being torn apart by countless red Angron mass-produced machines, which were frantically tearing at Forgrim's body, trying to drain the last drop of blood from him. Forgrim howled and resisted.

The heads of countless mass-produced machines were crushed, bitten, and flung away by Fugrim.

The dazzling sword dance was utterly ineffective against the masses. Fugrim felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire, laboriously slaughtering the mass-produced machines, one by one, then a hundred...

Until Fogrem lost count of how many he had counted, as he gazed at the boundless red ocean, fear finally began to creep into his heart. He spun around, realizing that this was no longer his stage, and the yellow sand swirled around him.

Forgrim saw warriors from different legions: Warhounds, Ultramarines, Deathguards, and Blood Angels.

These soldiers from different legions stood together, pointing and gesturing in his direction.

Fugrim was terrified.

Don't look at me!

"Get away from me! Don't look at me!"

"I am perfect! Don't look!"

Fugrim roared as he swung his flaming sword, wanting to burn all those who saw his current hideous form to ashes with his scorching flames.

But when Fugrim swung the flaming sword in his hand, all his mental power was rendered useless, and he stared at the flaming sword in disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

Fugrim roared in despair, and then he saw a fist appear in front of him.

The fist struck Forgrim's face like a missile, sending the purple-robed phoenix flying and crashing to the ground.

"Wait! Wait! Angron!"

Forgrim writhed on the ground as he saw Angron bare his upper body, his strong muscles gleaming. With one hand he gripped the Roar of War, and with the other he grabbed Forgrim's delicate tail. Angron then flung Forgrim away.

boom! boom! boom!

Each tremor of the ground signified that Fogrim had crashed heavily to the ground. The most perfect imperial demigod was now a joke; he possessed power but could not unleash it. His heart-wrenching howls only made Angron feel extremely irritated.

Angron simply grabbed Forgrim by the neck and slammed him to the ground, letting him whimper.

"My dear brother, aren't you the most perfect?"

Angron stepped on Forgrim's tail, mercilessly crushing the alien tail.

"Aren't you the most arrogant one?"

Angron punched Forgrim straight into the sand.

"Isn't your swordsmanship one of the best in the empire?!"

Angron grabbed Forgrim's arm and tore it apart. The intense pain caused Forgrim to howl in agony. He couldn't understand the agony he was in.

Didn't he sacrifice everything to gain power?

He clearly!

Do you think that if you give me everything you have, I will give you unparalleled power?

I did give it to you, but you need to know that.

"Since I've given it to you, I can take it back. This gift depended entirely on my mood. The good news is that your soul and body now belong to me. What should you say now?"

"Alien, you deceived me! You scum..."

Before Forgrim could finish speaking, Angron placed his feet directly on Forgrim's neck, causing Forgrim's eyes to bulge and his face to turn bright red, like a fish leaping out of the water.

He opened his mouth wide, and a slender tongue emerged from it.

"You're disgusting! Foggrim! Is that all you've got?!"

Forgrim looked at Angron, who was standing on top of him.

"Your ugly power was obtained by sacrificing everything you have. Your so-called perfection is a joke!"

"Your children are constantly plagued by illness, and what are you doing?"

"Pursuing so-called perfection?"

"Tell me what makes you comparable to Guilliman and his men? Is it your obsessive ideas? Or your perfect looks?"

Angron slapped Forgrim across the face, a slap that gave Angron an unusual sense of satisfaction, though he couldn't quite put his finger on where this feeling came from. But his demigod brothers' repeated attempts to steal his nails had left Angron with no goodwill towards them.

Even those we've never met.

As for Forgrim before him, Angron despised him. This guy had actually sold his body, mind, and soul directly to Nail. If it weren't for Nail, Angron believed that Forgrim would have already fallen into depravity.

For someone who abandons their own soul.

Angron felt nothing but contempt and disgust for him. He grabbed Forgrim by the neck and dragged him in front of him, and the face of the Son of Perfection met that of the Lord of the Red Sands.

Don't make promises lightly!

"Forgrim! You have betrayed the Empire of Man, betrayed us, betrayed the Emperor!" (Transfer)

"Look at what you look like now!"

"Think of your offspring!"

"Those who have high hopes for you!"

"You think this is perfect? ​​This is what you fucking consider perfect!!!!!!!!!"

Punch after punch, Angron tried to wake Forgrim.