Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

At the edge of the cage, Conrad Coz seemed to sense something and looked at Angron in shock.

"You're the one who opened your mouth!"

Koz roared like a madman!

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Volume 1: Chapter 223 Requesting Leave

I'm asking for leave today (100 words).

100 characters ...

Volume 1: Chapter 224 (Chapter 212) Huh?

Perfection?

What is perfection?

Is the sun perfect?

Vograim thought to himself that he had been by the Emperor's side for quite some time, and he could feel the sun-like warmth emanating from his father, the psionic illusions. Even now, Vograim couldn't recall the Emperor's face, as if it were a thorn in his side.

Fugrim gazed at the proud Angron in the distance and Lu Heng in front of him. He had just experienced countless fantasies, the birth and destruction of the universe. Through the nail, Fugrim saw countless irregular images.

Those things that are both perfect and imperfect.

He, in his purple phoenix robe, saw the emperor in the universe.

To see the beauty of the machine in operation, to see the trajectory of each star, to see the matter hidden in the universe, and to see the invisible evil.

Fugrim turned his eyes.

He carefully observed everything Lu Heng had given him.

His spirit was completely immersed in the torrent of data, and he felt an absolute sense of wonder!

Angron is right.

The nail is far more perfect than him!

The scene flashed by, and Fugrim, like a drowning fish, gaped in astonishment. He had found it, he had found the true path to perfection!

Forgrim stood up abruptly and looked at the figure opposite him. The figure was green, and the creature opposite him had a face like an emperor, making it impossible for Forgrim to recognize him.

Whenever Fugrim looked away, he couldn't remember what Lu Heng looked like.

What did you see?

Lu Heng pressed for an answer.

There is no absolute perfection in this world.

Forgrim's voice was very gentle, and his eyes were full of longing, just like a child's gaze toward his father.

"Hahaha! My brother, you finally know that there is no absolute perfection in this world!"

Angron sensed Forgrim's emotions, and he laughed loudly. He went to Forgrim's side and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Yes, I was wrong."

z“Angron”.

H. Forgrim's expression was unusually complicated. He knew that his past path was wrong, not right. He had been too stubborn. He had never thought that the true perfection was right beside him, right beside his brother.

"Sorry, Fugrim."

Angron apologized quietly.

N “It’s alright, Angron. You made me realize my mistake. You should have woken me up. I shouldn’t have pursued those illusory things.”

Q: I should pursue true perfection, which is right before my eyes.

When U-Forgrim looked at Lu Heng again, his gaze held not only longing but also a hint of fervor. This gaze was so subtle that even Angron did not notice it.

N "What should I do?"

"What should I call you?"

"Respectfully," Fugrim asked Lu Heng.

Change your mind, save the offspring of your legion, and I will help the Emperor's Son heal the flesh mutation in your legion.

[Thinking of Angron.]

Zero [You may call me Butcher's Nail.]

"Greatful!"

Forgrim gripped Angron's hand tightly, looking at him with excitement.

5. "Angron, you have a great mentor!"

"Forgrim said in a low voice," Angron said, seeing the emotions in Forgrim's heart: envy, jealousy, and joy.

"Always like this."

Anglong did not deny it.

Is he a creation of your head?

Fugrim changed the subject and asked another question.

"?"

"Don't even think about messing with my brother!!"

Angron became alert.

[Enough time has passed; they're probably getting anxious outside.]

Lu Heng slowly began to speak.

......

Fantasy is ever-changing, but Coz always cares about the wrong ones, the extremely despairing ones, the ones that are mixed with bitterness.

Guilliman and Mortalian were talking about something, and the two occasionally had a heated argument.

Most of the time, Mortarian was the one wondering, while Guilliman patiently answered the questions. Saint Jeremy listened attentively from the side. The archangel of the empire did not interrupt, but he memorized all of Guilliman's strategies.

Guilliman's techniques were useless against Koz; all he needed to do was bind the Midnight Lord and the Warhounds together, and his future would be bright.

Koz saw too much evil and miracles in his fantasies.

He looked at the lightning claw in his hand. A sudden illusion made him a little confused, but he soon realized that it was a series of indistinct characters.

The writing was so blurry, Koz rubbed his temples. The writing was so familiar; it was his handwriting, the truth written in blood on parchment.

Beware, warning, trap... Nail four′×yi￡∴塶｝玖〗, rain∮柒靶棂search. □Q group|: child.......

Failure, second time...

Horus! Phorgrim! Failure! Failure!

Countless failures loomed before Kotz's eyes, leaving him utterly bewildered. A warning? A warning about what? A trap? Was it about nails?

The simple words left Koz completely bewildered as to what his future self was warning him about!

Failure? Did the Great Expedition fail? And what's this "second place" thing?

Koz only saw those phantoms and fragments; only he knew the truth, endured the truth, endured the truth, until he was torn to pieces by it!

But this trivial truth is not what Koz wants!

He needs to see more.

More!

Koz suddenly raised his head and saw Saint Jeremy.

The imperial demigods were still discussing something when they heard the howling of the wind. Conrad Coz lunged directly at the archangel. The archangel noticed, and just as he reacted, the endless fantasy emanating from Coz rushed into the archangel's mind.

Please take a look at this for me!

Saint Jeles opened his eyes wide, and countless phantoms rushed into his vision.

He saw himself!

He saw himself with broken wings in a black cave, his red eyes gleaming.

Tell Him, tell the nail!

Tell Him, tell the nail!!!

+Father failed, He was the only hope!!! 4! +Three∥Five※—∨》&

Tell Him!

"It's time to go! Saint Jereth, those demons have found this place!"

Saint Geres heard Conrad Coz's voice, and that fleeting moment brought tears of anguish to Saint Geres' eyes. The illusion vanished the next second, and Guilliman and Mortalian pulled Coz away.

After the nail pulled its data synapse from Forgrim, He saw Saint Jereth kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.

【what happened? 】

Lu Heng was very puzzled.

“Father, He failed.”

Saint Geres said vaguely.

【? 】

Isn't that normal?

Lu Heng didn't take it seriously. He never believed that an emperor could succeed, so there was nothing to be surprised about!

? ? ? ?

Countless question marks popped into the minds of the imperial demigods.

Even Saint Geres stopped crying.

"what?"

P.S.: First update!!! I'm taking a day off, so happy!!! Time to give my brain a rest!!!

Volume 1: Chapter 225 (Chapter 213) Let's take a break, my cousin!

The Shadow of Nukelia.

On the ancient battlefield of the magma star, war machines from the Old Night era stand on the earth, whether civilian or military, or some technologies that Mrs. Corey Zess still hasn't figured out.

"You can't do that!"

5. Rand Binary's roaring electronic voice rang out, and he looked desperately at Mrs. Corey Zess beside him.

A holographic image appeared in front of Rand; it was a map of the Nukelia galaxy.

"You can't take a third of Nukelia's resources. The Magma Shipyard is progressing nearly 50 percent faster than the Nukelia Shipyard!"

"I have allocated all the resources of the spaceport to you! General Corey Zess Forging!"

The three Rands felt their hearts were breaking. As fellow forging generals, Rand felt for the first time how humble his so-called forging general status was. After all, he had never imagined that one day he would be so humble as to beg others not to use his own resources!

"This is the Myriad Machines God."

Corey Zess didn't say anything; she simply transmitted data about a ship to Rand. When the data appeared on Rand's terminal, he quickly browsed it. After a few short minutes, he was terrified by Corey Zess's shipbuilding plan.

"Where did you get the blueprints from?"

"Given to me by the God of Myriad Machines."

Corey Zess spoke directly, completely unconcerned about Rand's face, which had turned green.

"This ship is based on ancient Terran technology, not the technology here. Nostramore's adamantite magma planets for the next ten years will all need it."

"That's what Corey Zess said without any politeness."

"You have more than I do!"

"This should be given to me!"

Rand complained, "You know, even the latest captured monkey version of the psionic titan was transported here. They're both forging generals, what does he have?"

Rand felt like he was now a logistics captain, constantly supplying the Nukeria Shadow star system with life support!