Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Your Highness Fogrem! This is not a personal show! Nor is it a stage! Look around you, the line of our mortals is on the verge of collapse!"

"This is not a stage for you to show off!"

Ovilier rebuked Fogrem.

"Mortal, watch your words!"

"Emond roared."

"Dude! Watch your tone!"

The warriors of the Ninth Squad approached Edmond, who defiantly raised his chainsaw sword.

Foghrim silently raised his bolter and shot down one alien.

"It doesn't matter."

Fogrem chuckled.

"Your Highness Fugrim."

Ovilier began.

"I'm sorry, my tone was a little abrupt just now."

Ovilier apologized, and Fogrem sighed inwardly.

"But the dead won't applaud you."

Fugram opened his eyes; now he finally understood! Nine

The Nukelians are just as sick as the Angrons!

P.S.: First update! Zero

Volume 1: Chapter 246 (Chapter 234) Humanity's Hope Endures. (Author)

"This is the intelligence transmitted back by our ships."

Gel then showed the video to the senior officers present.

"The breach in the defense zone has been plugged, but our men are out of ammunition."

Gel's lips curled into a bitter smile. Even the God Machines were powerless to continue fighting after the Storm Legion lost a Warhound-class Titan. If the Legion's leader did not return soon, they would have to take up their bolters and fight!

"The warp storm continues, and the Overlord has not responded with any messages."

Ger thought to himself, "This is what I'm saying."

Everyone turned their gaze to the image, which depicted the alien-invaded hives. Several hives were now ravaged by death and destruction, and the aliens were even carrying out wicked sacrificial rituals. Angron had his own impression of these blasphemous runes; they were some kind of summoning ritual.

He lowered his eyes.

"I remember Inzar Thales was on the Redemption?"

"Angron asked."

"He was transferred to the Crimson Hound by the Legion Lord."

Ger thought for a moment and then said.

"Bring him down."

Angron was familiar with those blasphemous words, but couldn't immediately recall what those questions were.

About ten minutes later, with the sound of chains, the Redemption Guard dragged Inzar Thales over. At this moment, Inzar Thales was in a daze, and his mental state was not particularly stable.

Angron looked at the guy with unfocused pupils.

"The Word-Bearer Pastor".

Inzar Thales' eyes brightened.

Have you ever seen these things before?

Angron pointed his finger at the city on the hologram and the words on the ground.

Inzar Thales hesitated for two steps before stepping forward. As he focused intently on the image, Angron noticed a change in Inzar Thales's facial expression.

"This is...this is...this is a summoning array, no, no, no, it's not just a summoning array, it also has! It also has an entire binding and time?"

"I know... probably."

Inzar Thales spoke his own voice.

Angron pondered for a moment.

"Gell, whatever they're trying to do, we can't let them succeed! Prepare the navy for orbital bombardment!"

Anglong paused here.

This is because the navy's ammunition in space has also been exhausted in supporting the ground and fighting.

"We need to stop them!"

Angron clenched his fist again after loosening it.

"I go!"

Mortarian stood up. The Death Guard was ready. He breathed in Barbarus's poison gas, feeling suffocated.

Angron sensed that Mortalian's mood wasn't particularly good.

"brother......"

"Angron spoke up."

"Your Highnesses... although I know I am guilty, and I don't even want to interrupt, but..."

Inzar Thales' expression was quite subtle.

"But they have succeeded now."

"We can't stop them."

Everyone was shocked by Inzar Tyrus's words. Gol and his nails quickly discussed countermeasures, while Hypnos reported the current situation to the other nails.

"Knight! Crimson Hound! Dawnfall, enter the atmosphere! Now!"

Ger issued the command in an almost roaring voice.

But it was too late.

As the aura of the warp began to erupt and spread without warning, the entire world was enveloped by an aura familiar to Angron.

Angron and Mortarion's expressions visibly froze.

"When will this ever end!"

Angron heard a roar that was utterly devoid of human voice.

That violent force swept through the hearts of everyone in the world.

"This is big trouble!"

Angron chuckled softly.

A hint of clarity and solemnity appeared in Angron's smiling eyes.

......

In the absolute darkness, the faint light of a dozen or so ships shone through. Guilliman, looking somewhat haggard, gazed at the battle that had ended; they had won.

It's not bad at all.

Lu Heng sighed, saying this was perhaps the toughest space battle he had ever fought, and he only hoped that such a thing would never happen again.

"Now I have to worry about Angron. At least a third of the ships have rushed over, just as you predicted."

Guilliman blinked, his voice filled with exhaustion.

They won't allow their enslaved people to conduct orbital bombardment until those guys get what they want.

"them......"

[Those bastards who call themselves chess players, including your father.]

Lu Heng mocked.

Just as Lu Heng was about to say something, he sensed the presence of a light. It was the shimmering psionic light of the Emperor. Guilliman did not perceive the existence of this power, but Lu Heng keenly caught it. It was like a bright pearl, gradually moving further and further away, as if it had been blinded by something, but the information it emitted was extremely clear.

Chaos!

Lu Heng's database translated the Emperor's message to him, and Guilliman noticed the temperature on his brain.

"Your Highness Guilliman!"

Lotara Salyn's shrill voice rang out in the bridge, and the alarms sounded incessantly like the Grim Reaper. Countless alien warships flashed on the radar. Guilliman watched in horror as hundreds and thousands of warships blocked the Combined Fleet's advance.

Even if it's just a one-hour flight.

Guilliman.

Lu Heng's voice was extremely cold.

9. "What is it?"

Squierman could hear the breathing of everyone on the bridge, as well as his own rough breathing.

Are you scared?

Lu Heng asked with a smile.

"I was never afraid."

[But we need fear now.]

Lu Heng sighed.

I'm sorry, but I may need to personally pilot Unit 13 from now on.

"Kortz, come to the Redemption, I need you later."

The database of Lu Heng kept flashing as he pondered how much flesh he could tear from the gods of the subspace if he were to die, and what the Emperor's chances of winning would be.

Will the Sorohumans be able to succeed under that bastard's leadership?

Q [Kahn.]

Qun Luheng stopped thinking about those things and called out to Kahn.

Kahn came to Guilliman's side.

Kahn saw Guilliman roll his eyes, and he knew he was now facing the Legion's supreme leader. Kahn knelt on the ground.

Unit 13 placed its hand on Kahn.

A data synapse entered Kahn's nail.

Countless data flooded into Kahn's mind. Caslot and Kahn were shocked as they viewed most of the data Lu Heng had transmitted to them. Kahn suddenly stood up, but the arm of Unit 13 exerted force, and Kahn immediately fainted.

[Captain Lotara Salyn, start the engines, I'll take you out.]

'You're entrusting your child to someone else! Nail!'

"That's right, Guilliman, the gods will not tolerate me."

'I promised Angron I would bring you back!'

Yes, I'm going there right now to be by his side.

'You're lying!! Let me out here to lay the nails!'

[Oh? Now this body is mine. All of this will be over when I wake up.]

[Guilliman sleeps, and humanity's hope lives on.]

P.S.: Second update. One or two more updates to come.

Volume 1: Chapter 247 (No, it's the one who got beaten up).

The planets are twinkling, overlapping and curving.

Endless darkness attempted to engulf the only light within it. The thick darkness, like a poisonous fog, poured into the emperor's vision. The emperor sat in his chair, toying with the gift he intended to give to Lu Heng.

This gift is a jewel scattered among the stars, or it could be a hell that torments life, but it ultimately belongs to Lu Heng, and only he can grasp such a thing.

The Emperor closed his eyes, his hands clenched tightly. He sensed the undercurrents in the warp. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, and a brilliant golden light appeared in them. He slammed his fist on the table in disbelief. The Imperial Chancellor, Macado, looked at the Emperor.