Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Yes, you can tell Conrad Coates, you can look at Sevita and Shen, there are still people with a conscience.

"Think of your offspring, my brothers, these offspring who fought for you, these offspring who suffer as much as you because your homeworld fell!"

"Slave owners should be purged, oppressors should be hanged, and the wicked should receive their due trial."

"Fear is just a means to an end."

Angron watched as a traitor charged at him. He was about to unleash his War Cry when, after hesitating for milliseconds, he slammed the man to the ground. Under the power of a demigod, the terracotta on his body instantly twisted and deformed, becoming intertwined with his flesh and blood.

"Trial..."

Conrad closed his eyes. Hadn't he been judging these people all along?

The old saying goes, "You must let them see hope, the hope of freedom, instead of the fear of when they will die."

Angron thought that when he and his group went to Terra, Butcher's Nail had already made countless contingency plans for the construction of Nukelia. At least for a certain period of time in the future, Angron believed that Nukelia would become better under the construction of Oynormouth and the others!

But Nostrama... to be honest, Angron now feels that this world is truly a bit beyond redemption.

"Thank you, Angron, you're the only one who trusts me..."

Si: "My brother, the other brothers believe in you too, but you need to know... maybe you're a little too neurotic at times!"

San Anglong pointed to his head, which silenced Conrad Coz for a long time.

It seems we're in the same boat?

"Since that's the case..."

Conrad Coates intends to give the people of this world a chance, a chance to decide whether or not to destroy the world.

The trial has begun!

......

"Enemy attack!"

Varus roared as he stood by Sevita's side, perhaps because the Primarch sensed the bond between them, or something else entirely.

Anyway, the friendship between the two who had a rift before is now rapidly improving.

After several automatic turrets aimed at the group on the platform, they fired only a few shells before the turrets went silent for unknown reasons.

Varis****.

"For Angron!"

He roared as he beat the traitors to death.

"The automatic turret is still running!"

Sevita reached out to grab Varis but missed.

"Cover this madman!"

Severa gritted his teeth in hatred as he watched Varus, who had already entered the crowd and was now unleashing his full power. "A bunch of lunatics!" he thought.

Sevita quickly directed the other Black Armor Guards to flank, and he followed Varis directly behind him.

"Don't tell me you guys always fight like this!"

"Sevita asked with disdain."

"None of your business!"

Varus used his psionic powers to throw a mortal traitor down beneath the hive city. He saw several transport planes preparing for takeoff on the distant helipad.

"Those mortals are trying to escape!"

"They can't escape!"

Sevita stared intently at the transport ship that had already taken off.

The next second, a violent burst of fireworks erupted.

“Sevita, this is Phil Zarost. Mission accomplished.”

When the voice of his own legion's chief think tank came through the communication, Sevita snorted coldly.

"We Night Lords also have wizards!"

"Sevita said arrogantly."

When he turned around, he found Varis, the so-called chief think tank of the war dogs, using his scepter to strike the traitors on the head.

Sevita, who had been eager to show off, immediately frowned.

"Tsk! A brainless brute!"

P.S.: This is the fourth update, will I get any votes?!

Volume 1: Chapter 38 (Thirty-Seven) Let's Judge!

Stramosh is like the Eighth Legion, full of disorder and chaos, intrigue and murder, and its cruelty and bloodshed are perhaps only comparable to that of the Comoros.

In the lower levels of Nostramo V, a cruel society exploits the laborers who are like walking corpses, and the light that once shone in the eyes of the people at the bottom has completely faded away.

Angron walked down the street. The massacre at the top had not yet spread to the lower levels. Warhounds and the Midnight Lords loyal to Conrad Coz were guarding every passage leading to the lower levels, while the traitors wanted to send their families and nobles out of Nostramare.

Even though they knew this was going to be the end.

Angron gazed at the mortals who resembled walking corpses, their eyes vacant. Even the slaves of Nukelia still held a glimmer of hope in their eyes, but these people, in this dark underground, had long since had their edges smoothed out by the cruel reality.

The mortal heroes who were most passionate about the cause of liberation and wanted to find a way to survive for Nostramo had long since been hanged on some unknown street.

Conrad Coz and Anglon remained hidden in the shadows, watching as gangs insulted, bullied, and murdered fellow ordinary people.

“I have seen your legion’s battle records; my sons once fought alongside you.”

At this moment, Angron spoke weakly, as Lu Heng was continuously sending him combat data about the Midnight Lord.

"I don't know if I should say these things, my brother."

Anglong looked at Conrad Coz, who was squatting on the ground, and he hesitated.

If you don't help your brother, who do you think should? The Emperor?

Lu Heng added fuel to the fire.

"People can be changed, my brother. You are the Primarch, and they are your offspring. Your actions subtly influence them. Fear and brutality are methods of dealing with enemies, but not the right to unleash one's sins. Your Legion has a strong desire for punishment, not for the liberation of the toiling masses. Punishment alone cannot create order."

Angron pointed to the gang below who had been ambushed by the children.

"Most of the Terran in the Eighth Legion are criminals, and I know that most of the soldiers in the Twelfth Legion are bloodthirsty brutes."

"In your world, they are just two sides of the same coin."

"In other words... my brother... what he's about to say might be very hurtful."

Angron turned his eyes, looking at the message Butcher's Nail that had sent him, and hesitated.

“My brother, things have come to this point, there’s nothing that can’t be said.”

Conrad Coz lowered his head, looking like an abandoned puppy amidst the chaos of the legion.

"You've been plagued by fantasies for too long, my brother. Can you tell me what the future holds for that child down there?"

Anglong pointed to the boy being lifted up by the gang below.

"He will die."

"I think so too."

Angron stretched his body.

"If you save him, he will murder others in the future and then die a horrible death in a street fight. That is his fate."

Conrad Coates lowered his eyes.

"What if I don't save him? Will he die?"

"Angron asked curiously."

"Yes, of course he will..."

Just after Conrad Coates uttered those words, the power lines on the street corner suddenly flickered, and the powerful flash surprised the gang. As they turned their heads, steam suddenly billowed out of a mechanical gate, whether due to old age and disrepair or something else.

Conrad Coates watched the boy flee into the night.

"What methods did you use?"

He was puzzled by the following: 7∮］41697×≈8腫zhuaNQun：.

"...I didn't do anything."

Angron said with a sincere expression.

"..."

Conrad Coates remained silent for a long time; he couldn't believe it.

But what he can believe now is that Nostramo is now completely beyond redemption!

"My brother, this planet is beyond saving, I will..."

"You damned insects! You parasites of Nostramore! The midnight ghosts will return to punish you!"

Before Conrad Coates could finish speaking, he saw the little boy rush back, his face filled with tears, shouting wildly like a madman, even holding a small wooden stick in his hand.

"..."

"This time it was me, my brother. I tried to give him courage, and guess what? I succeeded!"

Anglong blinked, and then, amidst Conrad Coz's puzzled and unprepared look, Anglong shoved Conrad Coz off the stage.

“Your people need you, Coz.”

Conrad Coates fell.

"This world is in dire need of rebuilding, so what should we do with the nails?"

Anglong crossed his arms and asked.

Why are you asking me how to do this? I'm already working for you guys!

Lu Heng was very dissatisfied.

Even so, Lu Heng still sent Angron various pre-set contingency plans, one of which caught Angron's eye.

Do you think Conrad Coates would agree?

He will.

After all, this planet can't afford to deteriorate any further!

Angron remained silent, for the Butcher's Nail was absolutely right.

.......

under night.

Blood was flowing from the little boy's nose. He should have run away. He didn't even know where he got the courage from. He shouldn't have done this. He looked at the gangsters who were surrounding him again, and he was terrified.

"The ghosts of midnight will punish you!"

"He will!"

The little boy was berating the gangsters.

"Hahahaha! He left Nostrama long ago!"

Yes, the Midnight Ghosts have gone on a great expedition, and with fear gone, Nostramore has fallen into even greater despair.

He'll come back! He will!

The little boy roared.

Justice still exists in this world; they just need an opportunity! The hope of rebellion! My brothers!

Anglong's words entered Conrad Coates' mind.

In the darkness, fear turned into a thick fog. When the gangsters saw the fleeting shadow behind the little boy, long-buried fear resurfaced from Bei Fengchen's memory.

"...Midnight Ghost!!!"

A heart-wrenching fear echoed through the alley.

The moment the gang tried to turn and flee.