Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

They lied to the great Primarch of the Empire.

Conrad Coates stood up, then sat down heavily again. He should have known, he should have realized it sooner.

"My brother!"

"It's time for a change."

"Ger! Order the fleet to airdrop! Sevita, take control of your people!"

Sevita wanted to refuse, but he saw that even the silent Conrad Coz nodded heavily.

“I believe in you, Conrad Coates, I believe in your prophecy, I believe in everything you’ve done for Nostramore, but now… everything will change! My brother!”

Angron grasped Conrad Coates's hand, his gaze unwavering, so much so that a light shone in Conrad Coates's eyes as well.

ps: Second update!

Volume 1: Chapter 36 (Thirty-Five Chapters) The budding sprouted, but it was nipped in the bud!

The drop pods hurtled off the Redeemer, their friction against the atmosphere adding a spark of light to the entire world of Nostramore!

The rapidly descending drop pod crashed directly into the ground. The defense forces on Nostramo immediately tried to investigate the situation. When the Warhound's blue and white power armor came into view, they immediately reported to the supreme command.

"This is just a simple drill."

Severta suppressed the support communications. Even though he now loathed the intrusion of these war hounds into Nostramare's affairs, Angron was right. The people of Nostramare no longer knew fear. The name of the Midnight Ghosts had been tarnished. If the Empire knew what was happening in Nostramare now...

Severta closed his eyes, keeping the idea of ​​annihilating the Twelfth Legion deep in his heart. It was their sin, and they should bear the consequences.

"Take control of the urban area!"

"Summon all Midnight Lords to a meeting!"

Sevita clenched his fists tightly; this was a stain on the Lord of the Night.

"Damn insects!"

"Sevita muttered to himself."

As the Night Lords entered the Tower of Night, the grand hall that once welcomed the Emperor, they looked at the warhounds guarding both sides. Most of them were clueless as to what was going on, while some of the more vigilant Night Lords began to question their superiors.

The veterans of Terran descent were even more apprehensive.

"Hand over your weapons!"

Kahn, chainsaw sword in hand, stood guard at the doorway. His words stirred the anger of the Midnight Lords, but the commotion was quickly quelled when Conrad appeared with Sevita.

"Hand over your weapons."

Conrad Coz repeated Kahn's words, his black eyes sweeping over each of his offspring, these children who carried his blood, beneath their dark blue armor lurking one evil soul after another.

Soon, countless people surrendered their weapons and threw them at Kahn's feet. Even so, when the alarm sounded, a few sleazy guys would still walk into the venue with some small weapons.

Sevita stared intently at the group of men, his hand gripping the bolt pistol at his waist in a fit of rage. His intense anger made him wish he could execute them all right now!

"cousin!"

Varus noticed Sevita's emotional instability. He grabbed Sevita's arm, and she looked at him with a bloodthirsty gaze.

"Calm your anger; you can't let your emotions control you."

Varis offered soft words of comfort, much like Anglon had comforted Conrad Coz.

After a long while, Sevita lowered his hand.

"Sorry, cousin."

Sevita sighed.

"You will...keep this a secret, right?"

“Of course we’re cousins, but I don’t think this is something that’s a big deal. It just proves the responsibility and courage of you Midnight Lords.”

Varis began to speak.

Sevita nodded, his pale face revealing nothing of his true thoughts.

When most of the midnight lords arrived in the hall, they remained silent in the dimly lit space. Conrad Coz's gaze swept across one face after another, finally settling on Jando Scarlewalker and the men of the 45th Company.

Conrad Coates's gaze made Jando slightly uneasy. As a member of the noble family of Nostramokalaywalk, he had already made a name for himself at a young age. As a serial killer and hunter, his unease stemmed mainly from the fact that Conrad Coates's gaze was just like the way he usually hunted the children of nobles. Known as the Tattooed Earl, he and his relatives conspired to overthrow the government established by Coates, and he was very proud of what he had done.

After all, even the demigods of the empire were manipulated by him.

Conrad Coates quickly shifted his gaze and laughed. He had spent years trying to save Nostrama from hell, but what had he saved in the end? A bunch of criminals, executioners, and murderers!

"Jando!"

Conrad Coates called out to his son.

Jando stepped forward, not understanding why Conrad Coz had called him. As the Claw Lord of the 45th Company of the Midnight Lords, he was not favored by Conrad Coz, nor did he want to be favored by Conrad Coz.

Zhan Duo strode forward and knelt a few meters away from Conrad Cozsi. (Six?∝↑")

"Come closer, my child."

A hoarse voice rang out, and both Conrad Coz and Angron, two demigods of the Empire, stared at him simultaneously, which surprised Jando.

I think...

“I know about nails; I’ve already had them prepared.”

Conrad Coz's murderous rage was already making Angron feel uneasy. The Redeemer Guard around him had already raised their weapons, and some of the Midnight Lords also sensed that the atmosphere in the entire venue was not right.

"My lord!"

Jando strode forward, his expression slightly uneasy as he approached Koz.

"Pfft"

Just as Anglon had predicted, Conrad Coz pierced Jando's abdomen with one hand.

"Run for your lives now, Gendo, my child! Get out of here and flee for your lives! Bring news of death to your family and instill fear in the upper echelons of Nostramore! Tell them! Tell everyone in Nostramore!"

"The Midnight Ghosts are back!"

Conrad Coz stood up and threw Gendo away. Gendo landed on the floor of the hall, his already pale face turning even whiter. He looked at Conrad Coz in horror.

He knew his secret had been exposed! He knew his family was about to face its end!

but.

"Attack! Soldiers of the 34th Company!"

He wants to live!

"Let this guy go, but kill all those traitors!"

Angron issued his command in a cold voice.

The war dogs raised their weapons, their faces expressionless as they pointed their guns at their cousins ​​for the first time.

Boom!

The sound of bolt-action gunfire rang out. The unarmed traitors tried to resist, but they had become lambs to the slaughter in the face of the loyal bolt-action bullets.

Anglong lowered his head.

He saw Conrad Coates shed tears; he knelt on the ground and wept.

But Angron had no time to comfort him. He went to the group of mortal recorders who swallowed hard and watched the arrival of the imperial demigod.

Anglong reached out and picked up the parchment that recorded everything that had happened.

"Tear."

Anglon tore the parchment into pieces.

"Burn it!"

He turned and handed what he was holding to Sevita, who was standing next to him.

Sevita nodded silently.

"They are good people...let them have their memories erased!"

Angron looked at Sevita, which made Sevita's idea of ​​dealing with these guys later disappear.

"As you wish, Lord Angron."

Angron then went to Conrad Coz and sat down on the floor.

"What should I do now, Nail?"

[Hold him.]

Angron put his arm around Jiu Conrad Coz's shoulder, watching the scene of brothers killing each other before him. (Three ∠～3『∑＝5』』)

"Everything will be alright! Kurtz, everything will be alright!"

Angron offered quiet words of comfort, while simultaneously using his psychic power to absorb Koz's sorrow.

P.S.: Third update!

Volume 1: Chapter 37 (Thirty-Six) ​​- The Friendship Between the War Dog and the Midnight Lord!

Nostramo V.

The land where the Midnight Ghosts descended, a place where the fear they once brought had been forgotten for decades, but now the fear of Nostramore has returned.

The traitors hid themselves in the darkness, but Conrad Coates could smell their stench even after a long time.

"The extent to which your legion has degenerated is not that serious."

"But it can be considered a serious illness!"

This is what Anglon told Conrad Coz.

Conrad Coates is now deeply disappointed with Nostramore. He tries to save the world, but it seems the world is beyond saving.

"For Angron!"

"For the Emperor!"

The warhounds roared with heart-wrenching fury. As Space Marines who were often used as assault teams on the front lines, they revealed their bloodthirsty side. The nobles in the hive were terrified, unable to understand why the Imperial army would target them.

However, their power was deeply entrenched in Nostramor. When news of Jando Skarleywalker reached the upper echelons, countless nobles cursed the Skarleywalker family while summoning the warriors hidden deep within the Night Lords.

As the midnight lords watched the betrayal of those several companies, and the countless mortal armies raised their guns against them.

"kill!"

Sevita uttered only this one word.

The Black Armor Guards began to assemble. These most loyal warriors of Conrad Coz did not suffer discrimination from the War Dogs because of the betrayal of a small group of Midnight Lords.

On the contrary, the warhounds still unreservedly turned their backs to these few warriors of Nostramer who still had a conscience, even though they were still utterly wicked during the Great Crusade.

Conrad Coz watched as the lights in the upper levels of the hive went out one by one. He gazed at the mortal army that had given their lives for the powerful and wealthy. The whole of Nostrama seemed to be caught in a huge vortex today.

Several midnight lords have deserted the party; they are attempting to assassinate us.

Lu Heng's words startled Anglong. He looked up at the space around him. Silence and darkness were the eternal melody of Nostramore. In this world, there were only decaying souls and souls about to decay.

Black dust swirled, and flashing lightning claws burst forth from the night, as the offspring of the midnight ghosts bared their fangs.

With a roar, the God of War brandished his weapon. Kahn and Gol raised their bolters, and Gol led several Redeemer guards to engage the traitors, these guys who had broken their oaths.

Shen and his loyal midnight lords would slip into the darkness, often appearing at just the right moment when the traitors and warhounds were locked in battle. They would plunge their claws into the bodies of these traitors, and warm blood would begin to flow on the ground.

　er{」9丝鲮四”liu〕＝中｛'转ｱUN： The lords at midnight felt extremely heavy-hearted.

Until Conrad Coates made his move.

With some unknown belief in mind, he arrived at Angron's side in an instant.

The sharp, lightning-fast claws slashed at a traitor who dared to ambush his own brother, ignoring the traitor whose half-body had slipped away.

Is there any hope for my world?

Conrad Coz asked Anglon.

Angron remained silent because he didn't know either; after all, he wasn't a Nostramore and didn't understand this world.

"Have it?"

Anglong countered with a question.

But Lu Heng knew that this question was directed at him.