Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"what happened?"

"How dare they!"

Macado had never seen the Emperor so angry. At this moment, the Emperor was filled with a violent aura, lacking his usual gentleness. In extreme rage, the Emperor closed his eyes again.

The gods have intervened once again.

Once again! And again! All the time!

They were afraid, the Emperor knew it all too well. They were afraid the nails would ruin their plans. They wanted to get the game back on track, so they began to use their own tricks, bringing the slaves of the past into the present, choosing the world of Corax because the starlight there was weak.

This shameless behavior thoroughly enraged the emperor.

"We have received a message from the Ninth Army."

"Yes, it was sent by His Highness Saint Geres."

Waldo walked in at this moment and spoke.

The Emperor looked up and he now knew that Saint Jereth had been thrown out, along with the war hounds and warriors from the other legions.

He had made thorough preparations. He knew the gods would set up a conspiracy, and he gathered six Primarchs to deal with it. But now his plan has been exposed, and he has personally sent humanity's hope into his own cage!

"Ignore them!"

The Emperor spoke, gazing at the raging warp storm in the distance. He planned to lead the fleet directly to Lycaus!

The Primarch Emperor can lose his Genesis, but he absolutely cannot lose the Butcher's Nail!

What the hell is that bastard Angron good for?!

The emperor complained. (Temple)

This was the first time Macardo had seen the Emperor so sorrowful.

"Maybe the outcome won't be as bad as you think."

"My friend, humanity is about to lose a hope."

“.......” Wu

Macado looked stunned for a long time; he had never imagined that the Emperor would have such a comment on nails.

"What are we waiting for! Charge!!"

Makado gripped his scepter tightly, determined to risk his life to reclaim humanity's hope!

“Your Majesty, we have received a strange signal.”

At this moment, Waldo stepped forward and handed the emperor a parchment.

The emperor picked it up and examined it for a long time.

"Ugh......"

The emperor sighed.

"Go and bring over the Ninth Army."

The emperor issued his orders.

"Are you just going to give up all hope like this?"

Makado raised his head in surprise.

"Human hope endures, my old friend."

The emperor's voice was slightly hoarse.

......

He broke free from his shackles and soared into the sky. When his figure and roar appeared in the black sky, countless mortals were deeply shocked. He was chosen by the gods!

He was the gods' favorite!

He is—Bilak!

The mist began to spread, and fragments of the gods rose up across the land like a raging torrent. It landed heavily on the defenses of the human empire, and its figure appeared on the towering city walls.

The laser beam struck his wings, and Bilak casually grabbed a mortal who dared to shoot at him. Like a demon from an ancient legend, he sucked the soul from the mortal in his hand, and the soul was visibly devoured by Bilak.

He looked smugly at the terrified expressions on the faces of those around him.

"Damn it! Alien!"

Birac was surprised to see a Nukelian soldier pick up the rifle that he had dropped, and the Nukelian was diligently poking at his leg bone. The angry expression on his face made Birac happy for a moment.

"Mortal! Join me! I admire your courage!"

"I am your father!"

Rude and reckless.

Nukelian warriors fired several laser beams at Birac's body.

Birac brought him up in anger.

It's like picking up a mouse.

"Surrender! Or die!"

"Fuck you! Retreat! Retreat! We can't beat this giant!"

Birac was completely enraged by this mortal. He realized that the man in front of him must be the leader of this group, and he crushed one of his arms without hesitation.

"what!"

A beautiful howl reached Birac's voice, and just as he was about to receive more emotion, a laser pierced through the officer's chest.

"what!!!!"

Birac looked at another Nukelian in the distance!

"You fucking hit the mark!"

As the officer Nukelia cursed, the instant he noticed Birac turning his head, he drew a grenade from his waist—his personal grenade of honor.

"Alien!"

Birac noticed the Nukeliya officer's shaky movements and threw him away.

An explosion was heard in the air.

"And what about you, mortal?"

Birac asked, looking down at him.

Nukelia, the sniper, stared at the towering demon before him, who resembled a demigod of the Empire.

He immediately knelt on one knee.

Birac laughed out loud, a cowardly mortal.

But the next second, another laser beam shot out.

"Tell General Olivier that a new thing has appeared in this defense zone. Let His Highness and the Imperial Superman handle it."

After saying this, the sniper Nukeliya set up his sniper rifle and pulled the trigger.

I knelt down so I could shoot better!

Bilarak angrily slapped him to death.

"Roar!" A furious roar erupted from Birac's mouth. These damned mortals were utterly incomprehensible!

When Olivier hung up the call, he closed his eyes.

Where is Prince Forgrim?

"Ovilier asked."

"At the thirteenth line of defense."

After hearing the communications soldier's words, Ovilier remained silent for a long time. He had no idea how the peacock had managed to get there, but he knew he couldn't let the alien break through their defenses!

"Iyabu!"

Ovilier called out the Space Marines of the Ninth Order who had been resting for a long time.

"The Nukaria need you!"

"I'm here!"

Iyabu stood up with a smile and looked at Ovilier.

"Tell your squad leader that we need support. The monsters on the city wall are beyond our capabilities."

"I can!"

Iyabu said with a chuckle.

"Shut up, you brat! I fought Angron before you even became a Space Marine!"

"Fight alongside?"

"No, it's the one who got beaten up."

Ovilier awkwardly touched his nose.

P.S.: Third update~~~~

Volume 1: Chapter 248 (Two Hundred and Thirty-Sixth Chapter) - A Spit of Respect!

When Oedipus received the support message, he used his axe to chop off the head of the alien at his feet. He turned to look at the warriors behind him, each of whom bore more or less the scars of battle.

Oedipus dropped his bolt gun. New aliens had appeared. He looked at the black waves stretching across the mountains outside the Black Gate. They had run out of ammunition and supplies!

The Lycaenians were retreating, screaming in terror.

"coward!"

Oedipus cursed, despising the seven groups of cowards who retreated.

"The Ninth Echelon!"

Oedipus roared and raised his chainsaw sword.

"Follow me!"

The Nukaria people will never back down!

The soldiers of the Ninth Echelon advanced among the retreating rebels. Oedipus cursed these mortals in his heart, but more and more people joined his ranks. Forgrim, the peacock, had his own ideas and went to support other defense zones, which resulted in a huge breach being made in the Sixteenth Defense Zone.

Oedipus, covered in blood-red paint, heard the roars of wild beasts, the violent explosions on the city walls, and saw people falling like raindrops—rebels, Nukelians, and even other mortals.

Blood dripped from the city wall, along with countless severed limbs.

Oedipus sprinted forward and saw several Stormbirds rushing towards him; the weak engines proved that these Stormbirds were not in particularly good condition.

Oedipus watched as the storm bird unleashed a violent explosion.

A trace of sadness dissipated from Oedipus's heart.

He ran forward with determination.

"For Nostrama!"

Oedipus looked toward the battle line not far away. Amidst the tide of aliens, a defensive line stood firm like a stubborn rock. Oedipus chopped an alien into four pieces.

He ran over. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentence.)

"Nostramo people, what are you doing here!"

Oedipus couldn't understand why these Nostramas were at this defensive line!

"Where is the Nukelian officer here?!"

Oedipus questioned loudly.

"Dead! Lord Oedipus! They've all perished!"

"You all retreat to the rear!"

Oedipus gave the order, but the Nostradamus ignored it.

“This defensive line needs to be guarded; we cannot leave.”

"You are Nostradamus's hope."