Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Angron, in his wheelchair, approached Corax and looked at his dark-haired brother.

"I'm sorry I took it upon myself to kill all those slave owners. As someone who was once a slave, I cannot tolerate such filth appearing before my eyes. If you still want revenge, you can wait until I recover and then we can have a fight."

“I don’t care. I’m happy to have like-minded brothers.”

Corax could sense from Angron that he harbored no ill will; at that moment, Angron gave off the impression of a sickly but gentle older brother.

That's brotherly blood.

"You're celebrating too soon, Corax."

Angron's next words instantly froze the smile on Coraci's face. He looked at Angron.

"A fleet of aliens is heading from space to your world. This is your world, for crying out loud. Warp storms mean the Imperial fleet can't get here anytime soon."

"The other two brothers are holding off the alien fleet in space, but we are outnumbered and outmatched."

"Corax."

Angron looked at his brother, with whom he had met so dramatically.

“You’re the governor of the planet now, and I’ve done so much for you, Mortalian. Forgrim, teach our brother how to be a proper leader!”

"Ger! Hand over power to Prince Corax! Quickly take him to the Governor's Mansion to approve documents, let the rebels learn from him, and then let them take over the positions of our own people!"

Corax only saw Angron press a badge directly onto his chest, and then a group of clerks rushed in, who were horrified to see various carts of documents being pushed in.

"Wait! I'm here to negotiate!"

"Negotiations? What negotiations! You're the governor now! My brother! Get to work!"

Angron looked at Corax with disdain. Did he not want to work?

......

The aircraft was traveling in reverse. Severta infiltrated an alien ship. Each of their ships had to deal with more than ten times their number of enemies. Even so, the Midnight Lord still couldn't intercept all of these ships here.

Conrad Coz has thrown out all the Midnight Lords, except for a small number of Black Armor Guards on the Nightfall.

He knew that the Midnight Lord was not suited for space warfare, and this was the first time Koz had complained so much about becoming a main force.

"Guilliman! Guilliman! Guilliman!"

Lu Kez kept pressing the communication button; his ship had begun to be invaded by aliens! The mortals and a small number of black-armored guards were trying to drive the aliens away.

The light spears are being fired continuously.

Just then, Lin saw a fleeting illusion.

He closed his eyes, seemingly completely immersed in the fantasy. When he opened them again, Koz frowned. He saw only eerie colors and a buried seed.

Koz wasn't sure who this was targeting.

Motalian, Angron, Guilliman, or him?

Or perhaps a nail?

[Koz! How's the battle going?]

At least a third of the fleet is heading towards Lycaea!

There are too many of these damn bastards!

There's a huge group behind us! I need to think of a way to gather them together!

Nail stared at the Redemption, which was traveling at only 60% of its normal speed.

Good bro, give it your all, and I'll get you a new set of gear when we get back!

The only hope for the nail lies in the machine spirit!

ps: Second update!

Volume 1: Chapter 240 (Two Hundred and Twenty-Eight) A New War!

Gol pushed Angron along the corridor of the Black Tower, the tallest building in Lycauss's hive. Angron squinted and tilted his head.

"Corax, how's my brother doing?"

Angron asked, and Ger paused for a moment upon hearing Angron's words, but then tried to praise Prince Corax in what he considered to be the best words.

"Not bad at all."

Angron raised an eyebrow at Ger's words. Not too lazy, considering how badly Corax's administration is?

This amused Angron, even though he had secretly given Corax some trivial political matters, Corax was clearly not good at them.

Just as Angron burst into laughter, he sensed the intense malice within him.

"Ger, can you feel it?"

Gel nodded heavily. Hypnos had warned him beforehand that a strange group of creatures was coming, which looked like a mission, but might actually be aliens, because from the emotions Gel sensed in those people, their malice had exceeded the range of normal people.

But Angron didn't take it seriously.

"I've heard some rumors circulating within the legion."

"Anglong suddenly spoke up."

"gossip?"

Geer was puzzled.

3. "Rumors about Little Angron".

Angron squinted, but Gel's expression remained unchanged. He could sense that his father harbored no ill will. He continued to push Angron steadily, and the Redemption Guard moved forward.

Oedipus led the ninth echelon out. Oedipus stared at the rats in the dark corners. On the ship, with Phoenix's help, he had already felt that strong malice.

He held a blood-red heavy axe, awaiting orders from Angron and Gol.

"Yes, my father, they call me Little Anglon."

Gel laughed, “In Shadowmoon Wolves, there’s a guy called Little Horus.”

Geer didn't know if this was truly an honor.

"What Little Angron?"

Angron twisted his neck unhappily.

“Ger, this word can represent all the War Hounds, but there’s only one of you. Let’s use a different name. It makes me sound like a slave owner.”

Angron made a joke.

"Hahaha, my father, that's an honorable title in other legions."

"Bullshit! You are you, and I am me. What do you mean by 'Little Angron'? What a stupid name! My governor, I treat you all equally and I will not show favoritism to any one of you."

Angron retorted.

Gel nodded heavily. Their legion was indeed not as complicated as other legions. In fact, it was surprising that the Terran and Nukelians got along so well within the legion.

"Go, my child, Archon Ger, if you wish to distinguish yourself from the other children, how about the title of Archon of Glory?"

"Father, please just call me Ger. I find that title rather strange."

"Hahaha, you're really strange! Sons of Angron! My children, slaughter those infiltrated aliens and bring back victory!"

Accompanied by Angron's command.

Oedipus and the others chuckled, then turned their gazes toward the aliens who thought they were well hidden in the darkness. The chilling gaze of the War Hound instilled fear in the shapeshifters.

"Aliens! We've come for you!"

Angron's words were earth-shattering, carrying a violent and awe-inspiring power.

Oedipus swung his giant axe and dragged a rat hidden in the darkness out of the shadows, smashing its core like a blade of grass. The disgusting limbs were then set ablaze by the warriors of the Ninth Squad.

"Alien!"

Oedipus cried out, the words escaping his throat filled with such fury.

"Prepare to die!"

Oedipus raised his giant axe, and explosions, bullets, and shockwaves of heat erupted around him. (II)

Several aliens attempted to break through the blockade of the Ninth Echelon. Those aliens hidden in the darkness unleashed their evil magic in an attempt to break through the lines of Oedipus and his men.

Oedipus sneered, his bolter lance roaring furiously as he swung his axe at the shoulder of a shapeshifter disguised as his brother amidst a sudden burst of flames.

"How did you find out?"

The shapeshifter knelt on the ground, wailing in pain.

Oedipus didn't waste any words with the alien; he kicked it over and shattered its core with his axe.

The crimson giant swung his massive axe wildly in the corridor, as Oedipus slaughtered all the aliens who tried to assassinate Angron.

Angron sensed an emotion lurking in the darkness. This stalker possessed more patience than any other alien. He had survived by sheer luck, covering his mind and body with psychic energy.

Ger silently pushed Anglon forward.

When Angron arrived at that guy's hunting grounds.

He bared his fangs, and the attack was so fierce that a sharp and razor-sharp weapon pierced Angron's chest. The alien's face kept changing, and he knew he was about to succeed!

Gel sighed. Did Oedipus really not look around at himself?

Gel drew his power sword from his waist and swung it around, parrying the alien's weapon while simultaneously slamming his bolter into the alien's body, flames erupting from its flesh.

"I really don't recommend Oedipus become the ruler of the Hounds of War; he's too foolish."

"German offered a ruthless suggestion," said Shu.

"You're right! Governor Ger, you can serve for another ten thousand years, or you can let Kahn do it!" (The crowd)

Oedipus roared from afar!

Gel sighed as he watched Oedipus tear the last alien apart with his own bare hands.

"Father, a message from His Highness Mortarion."

Gel stepped forward and knelt down in front of Angron, turning on the communication device.

Angron stared at the Mortarion projection.

"Angron! You've been assassinated?"

"It's alright, my brother, just a few little mice!"

"The enemy fleet has reached the planet's orbit. That bastard Koz failed to stop them. I need manpower!"

“I will send Oedipus to lead the Ninth Echelon to help you, and the Nukelian Sun Auxiliary Army will also fight alongside you.”

Angron issued his orders.

Why didn't you let Ger come?

"I plan to let Oedipus practice."

Angron had no idea what Mortarion was thinking. Why didn't you just send Typhon to me directly?

Just as the two were talking, Angron saw the alien airdrop pod falling from the sky through the window.

A new war has begun!

P.S.: My heart and chest have been hurting for the past two days, and I can't breathe properly. I almost got taken away by a weasel.

My partner bought me medicine, and after taking it for two days, I felt almost better.

Volume 1: Chapter 241 (Two Hundred and Twenty-Nine) Two Country Bumpkins!

"Humans of the empire, loyal to humanity!"

As the loud voice rang out, a general of Nukhai Asian descent looked at the airdrop pods falling in the distance. He raised his chainsaw sword and looked at the familiar faces around him. He knew that some people were destined to lose their lives today.

"Our mission is to defend this area!"

"Fight alongside the Space Marines and the Sons of the Emperor!"

"This is an honor, for His Highness Angron! For the Lord of the Legion!"

The general roared, pointing his chainsaw sword in the direction from which the aliens were attacking.

As the sound of cannons began to shake the earth, the aliens began to attempt to attack the city. The force field shields started to function, and the priests of the Cult of Machines managed to rebuild the old, tattered shields.

Of course, Ger contributed a lot.