Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

[...This is your dream! I should, well, I can maintain this space.]

Lu Heng was very pleased to see how vigilant Anglong was.

How can we prove it?

"Grass!!!!"

A thunderclap resounded, and Angron leaped directly from his throne on his ship. Under the watchful eyes of the Honor Guard, he jumped up and landed heavily on the ground, feeling as if he had been struck by a hundred thousand volts.

"Butcher's Nail! Crack!"

Anglong's face turned red. Couldn't this damn nail have been used in a different way? Just as Anglong was filled with resentment, his vision went black, and he fainted again.

"My father!!!!"

A shattering sound rang out, and the Honor Guards saw Angron lying on the cold steel. They had been shattered instantly. The sudden turn of events prompted Gale and Varis to rush over to check on Angron's condition.

"This is?"

As the head of the Warhounds' intelligence corps, Varis was the first to notice something was wrong in Angron. His eyes glowed with psychic energy, indicating that something was affecting his Primarch.

8. And it was on this ship.

"German! Take good care of my father!"

"Think tanks, follow me! A damn rat has sneaked in!"

Varis's voice was muffled like an old ox's; he could no longer suppress his anger. With Ger's nod, Varis led the think tank members out the door!

In a dream.

Anglong held Lu Heng's body tightly.

"you......"

What about me?

Anglong couldn't see Lu Heng's face clearly. Under Lu Heng's puzzled green gaze, Anglong put Lu Heng down.

Be gentler next time.

Anglong coughed twice, then straightened the wrinkles on Lu Heng's clothes. When he turned to look again at the little devil that Butcher's Nail had mentioned,

"What is this?"

【demon.】

"Stop joking! Could it be a wizard? I've heard that these wizards can enter a person's brain and turn it into mush."

[It's a demon!]

Angron curled his lip. "Fine, fine, yes, yes, a demon! A demon!"

"Female...devil! Tell me your purpose!"

Angron forcefully swallowed the witch's words, but the witch didn't say a word.

She took a deep breath and glanced at Lu Heng not far away with a gloomy look in her eyes.

That guy is a bit strange.

Not a lowly human being, much less... a living being!

"We'll meet again next time."

The witch sensed someone rapidly approaching her human body. She knew she shouldn't linger; she had found what she wanted, and now all she needed to do was relay this message to the gods, who would bestow upon her boundless blessings.

The purpose is achieved.

The witch sneered and snapped her fingers.

"See you next time!"

As the mist rose, Angron flew into a rage, determined to keep this strange fellow at bay.

Did I say... I let you go?

Ku Rikuo's calm voice rang out, the mist was blown away by the hurricane, and the witch's face was pressed tightly against the edge of a black grid of energy. The witch, who was in a hurry to run away, had her head smashed open and was bleeding profusely.

What happened?

Why can't I leave?

4. The witch turned her head and saw Angron's fist rushing towards her.

"Wait......"

Snap!

P.S.: This is the third update. Will there be any votes?

Volume 1: Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty-Eight Anglon: I need an explanation!

Varis and the think tanks ran swiftly across the deck of the Indecisive Resolve, Varis weaving past one mortal after another, the mortals only feeling the wind left behind by the Space Marines.

Faster! Faster! Faster!

Varis thought to himself.

The Primarch is waiting for him, waiting for them!

A strong sense of urgency spurred Varis, the think tank's chief, to quicken his pace; he could not tolerate his father suffering such insidious torture!

The entire war dog unit cannot tolerate this!

Varus watched as the door to the passageway directly in front of him was quickly closed.

Who is it! Who dares to plot against the prince of the great human empire!

He spread his arms wide, crimson spiritual energy blooming in his hands. He could sense that the culprit was in a room a few passages away, and he could feel countless mortals waiting for them.

"They thought they had set up a flawless trap."

"They thought we were sheep!"

Varis said in the communications.

But they were wrong!

The bolt guns were raised, and the moment the scorching hot bolts were fired, the door was blown open. The volley of fire from everyone shattered the entire door.

Then Varus saw those taciturn mortals raise their weapons.

This was a massacre. Laser beams struck the war dogs, causing the disintegration force field to fluctuate. Varis and the think tank members used their psionic powers to twist and kill the mortals one by one.

They writhed on the ground, howling in agony. Varus and his companions smashed open the second gate, and the appearance of several Void Children made Varus gasp for breath.

"How did they get in!"

Puzzling! Confusing!

More than anything, I felt anger and self-blame!

The father of gene technology was assassinated right after the mission began; in any other legion's case...

Varis was ready to apologize.

These lowly ants exploded; in the face of the think tanks, these guys were so insignificant.

Blood and flesh splattered all around.

Following that were several ordinary people wielding crude weapons.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, but it wasn't fired by Varis and his men. However, as they looked to the side, several servants with green glints in their eyes emerged from the passageway.

"forward......"

"Enter!!"

The servants spoke stiffly, using their electronic devices.

Varis looked at the servants.

He then continued forward...

Until they arrived at their destination, in front of a room, there was no one around, and it was deathly silent. Varis could sense that the room directly in front of him was filled with malice and hostility!

Varis took a step forward and sensed that the entire space was slowly flowing away, and the people inside were preventing them from moving forward.

"For Angron! For the Emperor!!!"

Varis roared.

.......

Lu Heng couldn't understand how this demon dared to do it, or who gave him the courage—the gods?

Ridiculous!

The black network transformed into an arc within the dream, enveloping the chaotic demon and trapping it there.

"Interesting ability 4. ^←#Wuzhong□°QUN:."

"The witch spoke."

"How about a deal?"

When the 'witch' spoke, Lu Heng knew it was starting to panic.

"How do we kill her!"

Angron looked at the witch opposite him and asked, while Lu Heng pointed at Angron.

You go!

"it is good!"

Angron didn't say anything; he charged straight over. His trust in Butcher's Nail meant he didn't need to say anything more. He leaped high and swung his axe down heavily, while Lu Heng observed Varis's situation.

The 'witch' knew that if she wanted to leave, she had to kill the guy next to Angron.

“I know your fears, Angron! I know your dark and gloomy memories!”

The demon still retains the appearance from Angron's memory.

[Virus detected!]

Lu Heng's lips curled up slightly.

【Then kill it!】

Is it a virus?

Lu Heng hadn't expected to identify the chaotic demon in front of him as a virus. Since it was a virus, he wondered if the antivirus software would work!

The 'witch' hurled purple flames at Angron, but the expected pain did not materialize. The moment the golden-red power armor appeared on Angron's body, it was the Armor of the God of War. Although Angron did not know why he was wearing this armor, he raised his giant axe and swung it directly.

　Group chat: 朳儛。 ∽棲鑥⊥&熘)[三〃≮娰柶●〗 The earthquake shattered, and the surrounding phantoms rose up noisily. Those blurry figures were the slave owners in Angron's memory. He had returned to the place that made him feel ashamed!

When the Roar of War was grasped and swung by Angron, it crashed directly into the black grid at an unexpected speed. Even the demon only saw a blur flash past its eyes.

"nail!"

Angron got up from the ground and grumbled angrily.

This is your own power!

Lu Heng knew what Anglong wanted to say: "Damn it, you wouldn't even dare to dream of being a little more awesome! What kind of Primarch do you think you are!"

"If I were really that fast! I would have already..."

Angron stopped talking about the later parts, because that's how fast Butcher's Spike manipulated his body.

Absorb it.

Lu Heng's words made Angron tilt his head. He roared and swung his sword. The 'Witch' turned into a wisp of smoke and swung his sword countless times. The 'Witch' kept dissipating and coalescing like mist. The psionic fire in her hand kept hitting Angron. Neither side could do anything about the other!

Soon Lu Heng saw the enraged Angron forcing the 'witch' closer.

Rather than being forced upon, it's more accurate to say that this demon deliberately came closer.

Angron's years of combat experience quickly alerted him to something amiss.

The witch's target is the Butcher's Nail!

【Your courage is commendable! 】