Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Volume 1: Chapter 27 (Twenty-Sixth Chapter) Tsk, old woman!

The Roar of the War God is a chainsaw axe. The grooves on the serrated teeth prove that this axe is an excellent bloodletting weapon. Similarly, the disintegrating force field that keeps flashing in the center of the axe cleverly conceals another function of this axe: a warp teleporter.

The axe handle was intricately carved with a fierce dog. Angron stepped forward and picked up the weapon. Its weight pleased him greatly. He swung it a few times quickly, the axe spinning in the air. Soon, Angron nodded.

"Brothers, you are all geniuses in forging. I really should have taken the time to learn this exquisite technique from you. This beautiful gift makes me feel ashamed..."

Angron's seemingly sentimental, uncultured senior appearance made Fijunus and Lin Vulcan shake their heads helplessly.

"Alright, my brother, this is what they should do. If you want to express your gratitude, conquer more planets in the Great Expedition! That will show your appreciation!"

Roger Dorn stepped forward, crossed his arms, and looked at his brothers.

Even Vulcan frowned.

Roger Dorn, he's good at everything except... he has a mouth.

Anglong laughed as he listened to Lu Heng's complaints about his brothers.

"Loyalty is our duty, Dorn, but I think I should keep this brotherhood in my heart. The Imperial Fist has also been of great help to the Warhounds. You don't want me to be a villain who takes your kindness and then speaks ill of you behind your back, do you?"

Following the script Lu Heng had given him, Anglong spoke directly. Anglong could see that Roger Dorn's face turned noticeably red, and then he nodded heavily.

What else do you need?

After seeing Roger Dorn speak normally, Angron shook his head.

[I want it! Give it to me! If there's a Titan Legion, I want the Titan Legion; if there are warships, I want warships! Why wouldn't I want it?! I want it!!!]

"Hey bro, how about you give me a few Titan legions, a few fleets?"

?

Roger Dorn thought Angron was joking.

"It's not funny."

However, after seeing Angron's serious expression, Roger Dorn pondered for a long time.

"Alright, the vehicles and siege engines have been delivered to your warhounds. If there's nothing else, I'm busy with other matters, so I won't bother you any longer!"

Roger Dorn politely declined Angron's offer.

But to everyone's surprise, Angron grabbed Roger Dorn's arm.

"Brother!"

The way he called him "brother" was extremely obsequious, and Roger Dorn's face stiffened.

He somewhat regretted coming to see Anglon off.

"you......."

"How about you lend me some Imperial Fist?"

Roger Dorn broke free of Angron's grasp.

"Angron, that's enough!"

Roger Dorn left quickly, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by his brother's presence.

Fernus and Vulcan watched as Roger Dorn fled in disarray; it was the first time they had ever seen Roger Dorn in such a wretched state.

Okay! Just mentioning it briefly.

Angron scratched the Butcher's Nail on his head.

"Alright, brothers, we're setting sail now. Thanks for your help!"

Angron gave each of his two brothers a huge hug when he came to Phenus.

"I didn't have the chance this time, but I'll go to your boat later to see your octagon."

"It's a deal, my brother!"

Finus was surprised that Angron still remembered this incident. He grasped Angron's hand and looked firmly at his newly returned brother.

"Alright! For the sake of humanity, brother, it's time for you to set sail!"

Finus patted Anglon on the shoulder.

After Anglon watched Fernus and Vulcan leave.

Angron took a deep breath; his journey through Terra was essentially over.

The real trouble is yet to come. (Part 4)

Lu Heng warned Anglong, who turned around and saw Conrad crouching on the ground like a large, unloved bat, with his two offspring beside him: Sevita and Shen.

Further out, Gel and Kahn led Angron's Honor Guard, standing in a line to separate the Midnight Lords and their madmen from Angron.

"My brother...why won't you leave!"

"Is there... something wrong?" Wu

Angron recalled what the Butcher's Nail had told him: Conrad Coates wanted to join him on the Great Crusade.

"Don't you know?"

Conrad Coz stood up and tried to get to Angron's side, but his thin, tall body was blocked by Gol's pack of war dogs, leaving him just one person away from Angron.

When the cold eyes fixed on Gol and his companions, Gol showed no weakness. Even though he knew they were facing a Primarch, his father's brother, he stood in front of Conrad Coz without hesitation to prevent Conrad from triggering Angron's illness. This loyal son, who was worried sick about his father, stood in front of Conrad Coz without hesitation.

"Gale, Kahn, I don't think my brother will launch a surprise attack on me now!"

"Right, my brother?"

Anglong asked with a smile.

"of course."

Conrad Coates' black hair was still disheveled, but his tone was perfectly normal; at least for now, he showed no signs of an impending illness.

[Conrad Coates, troubled by those fleeting fragments of the future, I detected unusual activity in his brain, but it was divided into two fluctuations.]

Angron pondered what this should be considered.

Yes! It's schizophrenia. Perhaps your abilities can greatly help him.

Lu Heng spoke up.

“My brother, I know your purpose, but... what did Father say?”

Angron did not believe that the Lord of Man would allow Conrad Coz to accompany him on the Great Crusade.

"He agreed to SoUSUo: 九【≤四@'捌∪∑si∈馓;"岭."

【? 】

"?"

Anglong and Lu Heng both expressed their doubts: Did the Emperor just let Conrad Coates come over like that?

“I have no problem, but my brother, I hope what happened last time doesn’t happen again.”

"of course."

Conrad Coates nodded. He saw hope, he saw light. On the dark path of humanity, he saw the only possibility. But Conrad Coates also knew that the path was difficult and arduous.

But he needs witnesses!

Yes, he will witness all of this!

A hint of tenderness appeared on Conrad Coz's pale face as he extended his lightning claw.

Angron stepped forward, and Ger and Kahn, with conflicted expressions, stepped aside.

Anglon grasped Conrad Coz's hand.

"Please take care of me in the future, my brother."

"Yes, I will."

Conrad Coates nodded heavily on his head. For the first time, Angron saw a smile on Conrad Coates' face. That ferocious smile made Angron's heart tremble.

I think you should let him eat more.

"Koz, are you hungry?"

"?"

Conrad Coates' smile froze. What did that mean?

"You're too thin. How will you find a wife in the future?"

"..."

Conrad Coates felt that Anglon had a motherly feel to him.

P.S.: Second update for Chapter Seven... No more breaks! There should be two more updates for Chapter Nine! ∷Seven≮≥0№

Volume 1: Chapter 28 (Twenty-Seven) Why is there poop as soon as I get on the ship?!

The 13th Expeditionary Fleet Group tore through the veil of the physical universe and entered the subspace directly.

Contrary to Lu Heng's expectations, neither the Emperor nor Macado came to see them off. In the last second before they left, Lu Heng's database received a warning from the Emperor.

[Watch out, they're looking for you!]

Lu Heng knew who the Emperor was referring to when he said "them"—those precious beings from the highest heavens. Although the Emperor had kindly reminded him, Lu Heng felt that the Emperor would have been better off throwing over some of the Silent Sisters or the Imperial Guards.

As the steel armor clashed, the bridge lights illuminated, and Angron, clad in the armor of the God of War, sat in his designated spot. Gale, Karn, and others stood beside Angron, axes hanging down, while the scribes quickly sketched Angron's portrait.

Conrad Coz returned to his ship. The Warhounds did not want the Primarch to be around their father. This dislike was shared by all the Warhounds after Gol and Kahn explained it to them.

Angron slowly closed his eyes; they were getting further and further away from Nukelia.

Nukelia is located in the southeast of the Extreme Starfield, while they are heading northeast towards Conrad Coz's homeworld. This is not what Angron wanted, but the Emperor's command cannot be disobeyed.

They will go back, they will.

......

In the arena of Nukelia Desh'a, Angron stared blankly at the weapon in his hand, surrounded by his shattered family, brothers and sisters.

He is back?

Nails? Where are the nails?

Angron touched his head; it was smooth and completely bare. (0×3'♀5*?^↓∵→)

He saw Ryan, who was lying on the ground, twisted as if he had died again. He was shaking on the ground in a strange posture. Ryan was one of the Anglon brothers and sisters, and one of the relatives who died fighting the witch.

He was the only one who survived that battle.

Angron stared into the distance with a ferocious expression. It was that guy, the witch!

The witch was summoning a gladiator to turn into a rapidly spinning pool of blood in mid-air. The moment the gladiator turned into invisible flesh and blood and fell to the ground, Angron could no longer suppress his anger and rage, and he charged straight at him.

Angron gripped the axe in his hand, just as he always had. He sensed the movement on the ground, and the shattered ice sent a chill down his spine. The biting cold made him unable to move, and his legs felt as heavy as lead, making his steps slow. But he still resisted the witch's power and came to her. Angron held back the burning purple flames.

Do you think you'll kill me again?

"Little boy!"

The witch allowed Angron to choke her, even though Angron had killed her once before.

"Of course!"

Anglong spoke firmly.

"Angron, you can never kill me!"

Even though Angron was gripping the witch's neck tightly, she still managed to transmit her psionic voice into his mind.

"Angron, your destiny has been revealed. You will gain a great new life, kill me Zero!" 7~(0≮)

The witch howled hoarsely, anticipating Angron's wrath and her death—it was destiny.

[Oh! Let me see, poor little devil, how did you get in? The Geller force field is still working, so how did you get in?]

When Lu Heng's voice rang out, both Angron and the witch on the ground were overjoyed.

[Release him, Angron!]

When a gaunt young man in a green robe appeared before Angron, Angron lifted the witch up and used her as a shield in front of him.

"Prove yourself."