Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The whole incident ended when Angron pinned Conrad Coz to the ground. The moment Angron placed his mental power outside his body, he felt it. He felt the cold gaze in Conrad Coz's heart. It was Conrad, but it wasn't him.

The sinister gaze pierced through Angron's heart, like a cold-blooded viper lurking in the shadows, trying to coil around Angron when he was most vulnerable. After the initial shock, Angron ultimately relied on his powerful mental strength to soothe the darkness within Conrad Coz's heart.

Even so, that's how it is.

[Data Shock!]

Q Luheng clearly felt that Angron's mind was being attacked. While cursing Conrad Coz, that damned madman, he pulled his hand away to store the attacking power as data!

U: "Nails...what are these?"

n [What?]

Lu Heng had no idea what Anglong was talking about.

“I saw... what Conrad saw.”

Angron lay on Conrad Coz's body, his eyes filled with sorrow, fragments of fleeting images, illusions of a one-armed Rogue Dorne, the noble and perfect prince transformed into a grotesque and twisted creature.

1. Everything.

In the very end, Angron saw himself again, that hideous version of himself...

Nine madnesses, rages, and...

Unreasonable!

7. "Conrad Coates..."

Angron let out a muffled snort.

0 "Have you been tormented by these things all along?"

Anglong's voice was filled with sorrow. Conrad Coz, his face swollen, blinked and looked at Anglong in disbelief.

"You saw it? My brother?"

"kindness."

Angron nodded slowly.

Angron slowly rose and extended his hand.

"Brother!"

"For Conrad Kurtz!!!!"

Before Conrad Coz could extend his hand, he saw his offspring kicking Angron in the chest with both feet together in mid-air.

Conrad saw that familiar face—it was Shen.

One of his assistants was one of the few warriors on Norstar who possessed noble qualities and a strong spirit.

Shen kicked Anglong squarely in the chest, and then...

Angron grabbed the little bat's leg and casually tossed it away.

At this moment, Angron looked at the extremely chaotic scene, where the Midnight Lord and the War Hounds were fighting fiercely.

"All right!"

Angron spoke, suppressing the pain caused by those emotions, which quickly vanished.

"Thanks, Nail!"

You're too kind, Unit 2!

Conrad Coz grasped Anglon's hand.

"Your planet needs liberation, my brother. Do you need help?"

"Perhaps a little help is needed."

Konrad Kosz remained silent for a long time, then his hoarse voice rang out again, and this time Konrad Kosz's mood brightened somewhat.

"Alright, my offspring, it's time to end this conversation with you cousins."

Angron shouted to the Redeemer Guard.

Upon hearing Angron's words, Varus removed his metal scepter from Severta's swollen face.

"You wait!"

Severta opened his eyes and stared at Varis with malice.

"Sorry, brother, if you're not happy about it, let's meet in the octagon."

Varis extended his hand, unconcerned that Sevita held a grudge against him, but Sevita gripped Varis's hand tightly.

"Sevita, thy name!"

"Varius."

"Let's schedule a time, Varis."

"Anytime, my brother."

P.S.: This is the first update, or the fourth update in a row... So, will there be any votes?

Volume 1: Chapter 35 (Thirty-Four) - A Conspiracy Takes Shape!

In complete darkness, the Midnight Lords and the Warhounds followed side by side behind Conrad Coz and Angron, exchanging hushed conversations. They seemed to have no barriers from their previous battle. With each step Angron took, he could feel himself advancing into the abyss of the world of Nostramore, with every single step.

The Gothic architecture in the darkness resembled a terrifying and abhorrent force, seemingly warning the outsiders of Angron that they should not set foot here. Angron felt only oppression—the people, the city, and all of Nostramaur.

"Do you rule your people by exploiting fear?"

Angeron asked, and his words made Conrad Cozlin tremble. This subtle movement put the offspring of the half-god behind him on high alert. Severta stared intently at Varis behind him, ready to rush over and teach this wizard what it meant to be a Midnight Lord if anything else happened.

He holds grudges.

"I use order."

Conrad Coates' words were so pale that when he turned his eyes to stare at Angron, Angron felt as if he were being watched by a vampire.

"Fear is not order, my brother."

"The people here... are quite dark."

Angron paused, just like the world.

These humans, who endure long periods of high pressure, and those who forcibly bury the evil within themselves under the name of the Midnight Ghost, do so not for any other reason than fear of death.

It's laughable that even evil people are afraid of death.

How much do you know about your planet?

"Angron asked."

"all?"

Conrad Coates moved his lips, and when he saw Angron looking at him, he shrank back.

"All of it?! My brother! You're telling me all of it?! Hahahaha! How long has it been since you came back?!"

Angron gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage and veins bulging.

The Butcher's Nail was flashing a green fluorescent light, like a breathing light.

“I need to show you something, my brother.”

Angron closed his eyes. He was suddenly filled with fear, fear that after he left Nukelia, the slave owners and insects would once again take over their former positions, after he received the information Lu Heng had given him.

Angron wished he could slaughter all the nobles and dignitaries on the entire planet.

Conrad Coates the old man wondered why he hadn't yet shown his brother his world.

"You and me! My brother! Since you possess your interesting abilities, can you see what I'm about to show you! My! Brother!"

Angron stared intently at Conrad Coates. He understood Conrad Coates, but he didn't believe in that horrific future. His destiny was in his own hands!

Uh! The Butcher's Nail can control half of his fate.

Angron grasped Conrad Coates's hand, and they hurriedly entered a small room amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd.

"Ger! I need machinery! A computer or a device to play videos!"

6 “Father! I’ll have them bring it down right away!”

"Sevita! Go get one!"

Conrad Coz didn't know what Anglon was going to show him, but he still gestured for Sevita to retrieve the instruments.

When Conrad Coates accompanied Anglon into the room, Anglon sat down directly in a luxurious chair. After sitting for a while, Anglon covered his head.

“Tell me, nail, this isn’t real.”

[In fact, it's true. Nostrama is beyond redemption; killing and murder have become part of the planet's culture, just like Nukelia. No, even worse than Nukelia!]

Just like Nukelia, those words struck Angron like a hammer blow to the heart, leaving him panting heavily.

"We will fail?"

"Angron asked."

Will their achievements be stolen? Will they fail?

[Angron, no, that won't happen. A bright future is the driving force behind human progress. It's unavoidable that those in power will use their authority after a change of leadership, so we need oversight.]

[These are minor matters for Angron. We have plenty of time to deal with Nukelia. The immediate priority is Nostramamo. Oh! How interesting! Unit 2, guess what I found this time? Aliens... Interesting.]

Angron knew the power of the Butcher's Nail on his head, and the moment he uttered the word "Alien," Angron could no longer contain his rage.

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“Tell me, Conrad Coates! What do you see now!”

"Angron questioned loudly."

"Nothing at all."

Conrad Coates opened his pale lips and spoke his heart.

“Gale! Kahn! And that guy named Sevita!”

"Can you trust Sevita? Nail!"

【Can! 】

"Take my brother to take a shower!!!"

Angron's irritable voice rang out.

"You believe me, Conrad Coates!"

Before the Space Marines entered, Angron asked in an unusually gentle tone, knowing he couldn't push Conrad Coz too hard now.

"I......"

Conrad Coz hesitated for a few seconds, but then he remembered that Angron was the only demigod brother who believed in him.

"Believe!"

He said those words solemnly.

......

After washing up, Conrad Coates looked like a completely different person. His messy hair fell smoothly down, and his black hair was still draped over his armor.

Angron demanded that he remove all the messy decorations he was wearing, which greatly angered the Night Lords, who felt that Angron, the newly returned Primarch, was interfering too much with them!

He's not an emperor!!!

When the instrument was brought in, it was pierced.

Lu Heng scanned the surrounding area to make sure there were no surveillance cameras!

As the footage began playing, Sevita no longer cared about the rumors circulating within his legion regarding the War Hounds!

He stared at the documents that flashed by.

"...blasphemy!!!"

Sevita closed his eyes in agony!

Conrad Coates was completely stunned. He hid himself in an even darker space and watched as Nostramamo murdered the governor he had appointed, as these guys overthrew the regime he had established, as he looked at the documents, the deals with the Xenomorphs, and the supply of scum to the Legion. This was—treason!

Nostrama lied to him!