Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Lu Heng offered his thoughtful advice.

After Lu Heng finished speaking, he went to Gage and Kahn and smashed the glass in the bridge right in front of them.

The powerful airflow sucked all three of them out!

Oh! Maybe I misjudged! In 47 seconds, we will arrive!

ps: Second update!

Volume 1: Chapter 238 (Chapter 226) Welcome back, Caslot!

"Boom!"

"Thump~ thump!!!!"

Three impacts echoed on the deck of the Redemption. Lotara Salyn watched as the three people slid from the steel deck onto the glass outside the window, and she immediately revved the engine.

"That sounds painful."

Lothara Salin made a joke, saying that this was a tactic that only Imperial demigods and Space Marines could use. If an ordinary mortal were to try such a risky act, Lothara Salin could already imagine the miserable end that would be.

Lotara Salyn, prepare an operating room for me.

"As you wish, Lord of the Legion!"

"The Kags pharmacist is already waiting for you in the operating room."

Lotara Salyn responded quickly, saying that although she didn't know if the operation was successful, it seemed to be going quite smoothly.

......

Guilliman rubbed his neck, feeling as if all his internal organs had shifted to a different position. Gage and Kahn were unharmed, protected by the nails in space, but he was the one suffering.

[Kortz has already led the fleet to engage the Xenomorphs at the second line of defense. I'm reassured that he's there, but he can't stop all the Xenomorphs.]

“It’s very serious, but I’m curious why we’re in the operating room.”

Guilliman asked, "Hey, you're so confused."

I need to pin Caslot on top of Kahn's head.

Upon hearing Nail's words, Guilliman rubbed his head with a touch of melancholy; the words were somewhat blasphemous.

"To be honest, my impression of you is still based on your powerful computing capabilities."

To be honest, after Guilliman learned that nails could extract the data from a person's soul, he now felt that it wouldn't be too much to give up all the resources of the five hundred worlds to obtain nails.

In Guilliman's view, the nail is a creation of humanity; anyone on the Xenomorph's side...

Guilliman couldn't even begin to imagine how terrifying that would be!

Don't overthink it; I don't want to go toe-to-toe with an emperor.

[By the way, did you hear what the alien said just now?]

"part."

So, Guilliman XIII.

The electronic voice of the nail became serious.

"You say."

Guilliman didn't understand why the nail was so serious.

There's something I need to tell you: the Emperor is essentially a dissolute scoundrel.

Guilliman was speechless. He paced quickly down the corridor, completely unsure how to respond to Lu Heng's question.

He has no interest in becoming a god, but he is currently humanity's only guide. He is ruthless, but deep down he still harbors fatherly love for you, though it is not very obvious.

“Specific meaning of Yuhan↓／：@≮＊〖¨｀”

Guilliman sensed a hidden meaning in Nail's words.

Humanity's current situation is more difficult than you think. If the Emperor loses contact under any circumstances, or if something changes on Terra, I will need you to establish a new regime in the 500 worlds.

Guilliman stopped in his tracks. The moment Nail uttered such treasonous words, Guilliman fell silent. It was an act of betrayal against the Empire.

"Will it be that bad?"

After a long pause, Guilliman finally managed to utter a single sentence.

[It's worse than you think. Our enemy isn't something of the physical world. The Emperor and I are prepared to sacrifice ourselves. What about you, Guilliman?]

"You're essentially entrusting your son to someone else's care. Does Angron even realize that?"

Guilliman hesitated for a moment before asking.

Your brothers all think you are ambitious, but in my and the Emperor's eyes, you are the last line of defense for the human empire. Some things are too early for you to say, but he won't, and I need to tell you.

Corruption is ever-present, even in the mighty Primarch.

To me and the Emperor, you are useful tools, but also a bunch of stubborn little brats. Before we, your two greatest tools, have finished using you, it's not your turn to inherit our mantle.

"There's a question I'm not sure if I should ask."

Guilliman gestured for Gage and Kahn to step back, even though he knew they wouldn't hear him, just to be safe.

"Speak, Unit 13."

What will happen to us after the war ends?

Guilliman raised the question that he and his brothers shared: as the Primarch, he needed to be responsible for his offspring.

Saint Jereth, Forgrim, and even Rogue Dorne had doubts and fears about this. Once the Great Crusade was completely over, what use would they be after losing the war?

Like the Thunder Warriors, will they be wiped out?

[War never ends. Have you ever seen a fool disband their army?]

[Gale, the Archon of the Warhounds, don't you think his physique is different from the other Space Marines?]

Guilliman's eyes lit up slightly.

"You mean?"

He is the Thunder Warrior.

The Emperor has no time to deal with matters concerning you and your offspring. Whether it's your father or Makado, though I don't know exactly what they're busy with, I will handle it all.

Now, evil beings see me as a thorn in their side, and in the future, Angron will be your best ally.

Lu Heng's words silenced Guilliman; this was an act of entrusting his son to someone!

"Do we still have time?"

This is a race, Guilliman. Nobody knows if time is on their side, so tell me, do you agree to our promise?

Don't worry about your father. Even if he knew, he would smile with relief.

"Is this considered our little secret?"

Guilliman smiled from beneath his mask.

【certainly. 】

Guilliman looked at the open operating room door.

[Kahn lies down. Caslot doesn't have that much time to study. I'll have Eris teach him!]

"I don't know if this kind of thing can be installed on an Ultra Warrior."

Aside from the War Hounds, the remaining Space Marines are unable to absorb the emotions of those around them, which is why I haven't promoted this to you.

"Then I need some help from the nail warriors."

Guilliman saw Kahn lying on the operating table.

No, there are only a few war hounds used for nailing.

Nail thought Guilliman was dreaming. All the soldiers of their War Hounds who were now nailed were squad leaders from various echelons. If you gave them five hundred worlds, what would they have left?

I just gave you a little reassurance, and you're already getting all ambitious, aren't you!

"it's a pity."

Guilliman looked at Kahn, who was lying on the operating table under the influence of Nukelia anesthetic, with a look of regret.

The instant the data synapse entered Kahn's mind, Guilliman seemed to see his Chapter Master enter the metal construct above Kahn's head.

"Welcome back, Caslot."

Guilliman muttered.

ps: First update!

Volume 1: Chapter 239 (Chapter 227) You're celebrating too soon!

Fogrem tapped the metal on his chair, gazing at the distant gate as if anticipating something. He had already shown enough sincerity; the Phoenix Guard stood guard around Fogrem, awaiting the arrival of the rebel leader.

All the upper echelons of this world government were slaughtered by Angron. The oppressors and slave owners were all hung on the black tower in the city. Gol quickly established a government composed of Nukelians and Nostramas. The sudden change left the rebels bewildered.

They had no idea whether the extraterrestrial beings were new oppressors or benevolent rescuers from beyond the galaxy.

Even Corax hesitated about meeting with the leader of the new regime.

When food was made available and new government policies were implemented at the grassroots level, Corax knew he had to meet with those guys.

Meanwhile, Forgrim was still anticipating how his brother would appear before his eyes. He waited patiently, sipping his tea and resting his head on his hand, until a voice reached his ears.

"You're looking for me."

"Grass!"

Forgrim jumped up from his seat like a cat in fright, and the Phoenix Guards immediately pointed their weapons at the suddenly appearing Corax.

Fogrem looked at his filthy brother and frowned; he seemed to see a resemblance to Conrad Coz.

"Where did you come from?"

"secret."

Corax crossed his arms and spoke coldly. He felt disgusted by the luxurious decorations on Forgrim's body and had no liking for this peacock-like guy at first glance.

"I am Fugrim."

"Corax."

Corax hesitated for a long time before finally giving his name. Forgrim looked at the pitiful Corax.

Have you eaten?

Foghrim pointed to the tea and snacks on the table.

"I'm afraid you'll poison me."

Forgrim was speechless at Corax's words; he couldn't fathom why Corax had said such a thing.

"I've come here to negotiate with you."

Which policies did you implement?

Corax voiced his doubts, feeling that this peacock-like man in front of him would never implement such a policy.

"No, that was our brother, done by Angron. He killed your world's oppressors? Slave owners, let him be."

"us?"

Corax looked at Forgrim, who was about the same height as him, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.

"That's right!"

When Forgrim heard the voice, he rolled his eyes. He saw Gorgrond pushing Angron, with Mortarion standing beside Angron like a bodyguard.

"I am Angron, this is Mortarion, and that clown is Forgrim!"

"Hey! I can beat you three times right now!"

Upon hearing Angron's words, Forgrim rushed up to Angron, pointed his finger at Angron's face, and said with displeasure.

"Look how many people want to beat you up?"

Upon hearing Angron's words, Forgrim choked up. He awkwardly withdrew his hand, realizing he had offended quite a few people last time.

Corax watched the three people acting like they were in a play, and he had absolutely no idea what they were up to.

"Lycaius, is your world."