Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

What are you wondering about?

"this......"

[What is this?! Move! Unit 13!]

7. [Kahn, bring some of your best men with you. Varis can stay on the other side. See you at the helipad!]

For the first time, Guilliman heard that unquestionable tone in the nail's mouth. Guilliman couldn't understand it; as a machine...

I'm not your father.

I cannot focus my attention on a few individuals or the entire group; I can only focus on the present. War is not just about ruthless data, although that is certainly true for me. Angron II can also act impulsively at times.

[It's alright for Guilliman XIII to act on emotion occasionally.]

As for success rates...

Qi: [To hell with him!]

Guilliman's lips curled up slightly. He had never found nails so appealing. He stood up and, under the protection of the Ever Victorious Army, left the bridge and headed straight for the tarmac.

"Is Anglon often impulsive?"

[I've wiped his butts way more often than this!]

The two men kept teasing Angron on the way, which made Angron, who was far away, sneeze.

On the tarmac, Kahn and a dozen soldiers were already waiting.

He was talking to Guilliman's adjutant, Gage.

When they saw Guilliman, wearing a golden mask, walking towards them, they all bowed to him.

Guilliman nodded slightly and walked directly onto the Stormbird. At that moment, Guilliman saw a huge creature spreading its wings.

That's the Limit, Nukelia's latest experimental vessel, a super-heavy transport gunship, isn't it huge?

"Extreme?"

[This was named to express the friendship between Nukelia and the Five Hundred Worlds. Its technology is not yet mature, but it will mature considerably after this practical experience. Once all this is over, I will have Rand hand over this technology to the Five Hundred Worlds.]

Guilliman walked to his spot, knowing that the nail was telling him that investing in Nukelia was not a bad deal.

The ten gunboats left the helipad.

Ten fighter jets escorted the gunboat squadron.

Space was littered with all sorts of destroyed space debris, including alien ships, fighter jets, and a few Imperial space vehicles.

"Carlos, we will arrive at the Weismand in ten minutes!" ▲◆｜■…〉△〕

Guilliman sent the message, but to his dismay, Carlos did not reply, which gave him a bad feeling.

[Enemy planes are attacking, hold on tight!]

Guilliman instinctively grabbed the strap on his seat as he felt his Stormbird vibrate – the shockwaves from the shells hitting the vehicle!

.......

As the first Stormbird emerged from space in an eerie manner from the tarmac of the Zumzda Wiesmann, gunpowder was directly released onto the bodies of the aliens.

The hatch opened quickly.

The Warhounds and Ultramarines immediately attempted to clear the aliens from the tarmac, but their dense numbers forced them to rely on the Stormbirds for cover, and their shields gradually weakened.

A blue figure shot out of the hatch like lightning.

The blue lightning instantly sliced ​​dozens of aliens in half at the waist. Guilliman gripped his short sword, raised the World Eater Plasma Gun, and when the energy erupted, he was caught off guard and took two steps back.

Guilliman stared in astonishment at the dripping red lava from the hole burned out by the plasma.

"Are you sure this isn't some kind of shipborne weapon!?"

Guilliman swung his arm and knocked an alien head off with the hilt of his sword. No wonder Nail told him that this gun had a lot of recoil; if it were a normal Space Marine, it would have been embedded in the wall long ago.

Don't think about things that aren't important.

[Carlos is on the bridge. I've come to hack into the systems here. Damn it, those ships are under attack by aliens! Hurry, Unit 13!]

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Volume 1: Chapter 235 Let's go, let's take them home!

With a wild roar, Guilliman smashed through an alien's helmet with a single blow, shattering the alien's head inside, and quickly headed towards the bridge.

Several alien squads rushed towards Guilliman, who placed his arm on his face. The shield began to ripple. Guilliman surveyed the battlefield around him, then punched an alien hidden on the adjacent deck with his short sword, killing it instantly. A hoarse wail came from behind the steel wall.

As the firepower inside the tunnel intensified, Guilliman and the other Imperial Supermen took cover around a corner.

"How come there are more and more CS players as the game goes on!"

Kahn grumbled, and a silent Makura curse escaped from Guilliman's mask as he charged forward, raising the plasma gun high. As the plasma burst shot out, Guilliman tilted his head, and a missile grazed past him.

Guilliman broke out in a cold sweat. He stared in disbelief at the gaping hole blasted into his back. What if that thing had hit him...?

That's what Nail meant when he said tilting his head would prevent any problems.

But the thought process only took a very short time, and soon he rushed toward the alien in a Z-shaped path.

The aliens were terrified; they tried to let out a morale-boosting roar, but it was to no avail.

After the last bolt was fired from the bolter.

[Throw the gun away.]

Guilliman threw his bolter at the ground, smashing a hole in the alien's chest armor. As blood flowed onto the ground, Guilliman charged at the others, still holding the alien in his arms.

Half a dozen aliens were killed by Guilliman in a dozen seconds.

To the Xenomorphs, Guilliman, the demigod of the human empire, was a terrifying figure. Not only were their weapons useless, but he could also charge in while enduring heavy fire and kill them all.

Not far away, an alien stepped out from the hole in the steel, carrying a Ultramariner who had been severed at the waist. When Guilliman saw this scene, anger surged from his chest.

He watched as a lightsaber shot out from the alien's arm.

"Roar!"

He stomped the Ultra Warrior under his feet as if in a show of defiance, roaring as he did so, but the next second he could no longer open his mouth!

Guilliman deflected the lightsaber with his short sword, grabbed the alien's elbow, twisted and ripped it off, and slammed it into the alien's head. The lightsaber was then embedded in the alien's abdomen. Just before crushing the alien's head, Guilliman pulled a grenade from the alien's waist and threw it at a distant target.

Gage and Kahn were positioned to Guilliman's left and right respectively, fighting as warriors from two different legions. Kahn cleared a section of territory for Guilliman.

The booming sound of the bolters made Guilliman put away his power sword, grab another bolter, and fire at the alien in the distance.

As wisps of smoke drifted from the hollow of the alien's chest in the distance, Guilliman felt a surge of excitement!

The aliens' communication and visual systems began to be affected. Even though they were gathered together, each one was like an isolated island, as if they were being dragged into an abyss of evil by some evil entity.

The mere appearance of that blue Grim Reaper signifies their defeat. When the afterimage appears, time seems to stand still. The blue afterimage easily slaps the alien to the ground like whack-a-mole!

The group followed Guilliman to a large hall on the Weismand. This place, which should have been filled with the glory of the ship, had now become a paradise for alien carnivals. Various blasphemous words and images were graffitied on the walls and floors. It was like an altar where some captured Ultramarines were tortured to death.

Guilliman arrived at the outer perimeter of the hall. The aliens held up the remaining parts of his offspring high, and heavy weapons were mounted high. Guilliman's heart began to pound wildly. He looked at his child, whose half-body was still alive. The grief of being a father made Guilliman unable to stop his anger!

“Da da jue ∶∞ liu qun 々:—∏.〓"…⊙{ Si da! ”

The sound of gunfire, like that of a logging machine, arrived in an instant.

Guilliman lowered his body, his figure remaining unshaken even as the shield in front of him was struck. His hands plunged straight into the steel deck of the ground, and under the watchful eyes of Gage and Kahn, they saw Guilliman tear apart the steel that was trampled on by anyone, and stand in front of the Imperial demigod.

'Father......'

Guilliman's heart trembled as he heard Caslot's desperate and tragic voice over the communication!

Steel was hoisted by Guilliman, and under the watchful eyes of countless sons of Guilliman and war hounds, they heard Guilliman roar!

With his power boots slamming into the hall, Guilliman pressed forward despite the heavy firepower, amidst the terrified gazes of the aliens. Each alien was crushed into a pulp by the steel in Guilliman's hands, as if he were swatting flies.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Guilliman let the blood drip from the steel onto his power armor. He skillfully concealed his grief over the sacrifice of his offspring; he was the Primarch, a demigod of the Imperium, he could not…

[Damn it! Alien, Unit 13, kill these bastards!]

"You scum, face me!!!!!"

The roar of the nail echoed in Guilliman's mind. Guilliman could no longer contain his anger. He cursed the alien. In the center of this battle, there was no longer a cold imperial demigod. There was only a father's grief for the sacrifice of his offspring!

Blood flowed around Guilliman, turning into a small stream. Guilliman roared, and after he tore the last alien in half, the Imperial demigod stopped fighting.

I've lost sight of the bridge; it's now surrounded by psionic energy. Although Caslot's lifeline remains, his chances of survival are slim.

"call."

Guilliman slightly raised his eyes.

He looked at his sons who had been tortured to death in the main hall, and then he raised his head.

"retreat?"

Reason regained its grip, but there was sadness in Guilliman's tone.

[Retreat? Unit 13, you're a human being, not a cold, lifeless machine.]

Let's take these lads home!

We cannot let their sacrifice be in vain!

Guilliman nodded vigorously.

"Gage, get everyone to the tarmac. Come on, let's take your brothers home!"

Guilliman resolutely embarked on the road ahead.

Even though he knew that place had become a trap for him!

P.S.: Second update! I'm so sleepy I've fallen asleep.

Volume 1: Chapter 236 (Chapter 224) Leave the rest to me!

A magnificent golden mask concealed Guilliman's face, with shimmering light constantly flashing across it. The great imperial demigod was mercilessly slaughtering on the Weismand, having lost count of how many aliens he had killed.

The short sword in his hand had been replaced by a chainsaw sword at some point. At this moment, the only people accompanying Guilliman were the Ultramarines' Consul General Gage and the Warhound Cain.

The two stood on either side of the Imperial demigod, holding their weapons. They saw the tightly closed bridge gates and the corpses of aliens and Ultramarines on the ground, where a fierce battle had taken place before their arrival.

Guilliman arrived at the entrance to the bridge and took a deep breath.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

Guilliman's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, were filled with deep sorrow.

[This place is under psionic control; theoretically, your guess is correct.]

Guilliman stared at the intrigue-filled gate, knowing that what awaited him inside might be a trap, or the bodies of his own children tortured to death, but what did it matter?

Guilliman suppressed his intense unease and kicked open the bridge door, revealing a dark and silent space before him. Directly in front of him was Carlos kneeling on the ground.

He lowered his head, not breathing.

Guilliman fearlessly stepped into the bridge, a place filled with corpses and blasphemous pictographs, each symbol tormenting his mind.

Gage and Kahn walked in together, and the instant they entered, the bridge doors behind them were directly reassembled by some force, covering their original positions once again.

[Unit 13, this is a trap. The warp has already invaded this area.]

“I know I can feel the aura that I hate right at the door. It’s not the power of the real universe, but you’ll find a way to get us out of here, won’t you?”

Guilliman's voice was calm and even, just like Angron's trust in Nail. Guilliman, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, also trusted Nail without reservation.

【certainly. 】

Lu Heng searched his surroundings.

stab.

Kahn looked at the broken chainsaw sword in his hand, and angrily threw it on the ground. Gage looked at Kahn speechlessly, and then handed the chainsaw sword in his hand to Kahn.

What will you use?

Kahn took it and asked.

"this."