Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

They saw golden-red demigods waiting for them at their retreat.

"Hey, you scum!" Seven

Angron smiled. *Hiss*

Then he raised the Roar of the War God in his hand.

"Ready! Time for trial!"

A wail erupted as Angron began to vent his frustrations; the world was too oppressive.

"Will we succeed, Nail?"

Failure is possible in everything, but as long as we are on the right path, we will succeed!

P.S.: This is the first update. Will there be votes for the fourth update?

Volume 1: Chapter 39 (Thirty-Eight) - Taking an Inch and Wanting a Mile!

The wound kept oozing blood.

Jando Scarwalker clutched his chest, where blood still flowed from the hole pierced by the Primarch. In fact, even a madman like him still had bright red blood.

He had already relayed the information back to his family. Rather than causing panic within his family, he hoped that his wicked family members could help distract the loyalists, as he wanted to survive.

No matter what... he wanted to live.

When Jando Scarlewalker entered a small room, accompanied only by two loyal scoundrels, he took a deep breath and ignored the mortals lying dead on the ground.

"This place has already been searched, and they won't be searching it again anytime soon."

One of the scumbags spoke up, looking at the bloody hole in Jando Scarwalker's chest, his electronic goggles flashing a few times.

"The Scarlewalker family's escape ship has been destroyed, and the Warhounds and Midnight Ghosts have sealed off the entire planet. My lord, perhaps we..."

"I don't understand."

Jando Scarwalker hung his head, sweat streaming down his pale face.

"How did they find it!"

No one could answer Jando Scallewalker's question.

Whether they were war dogs or something else, they had no idea. All they knew was that they were now in a vortex of death and fear, and they knew Conrad Coates' methods.

"Okay, we should go!"

Jando Scarlevok stopped thinking. He flung open the door; he was going to escape. Nostramaur had nowhere for him anymore. He had a plan: return to the main hall, hide in the shadows, and wait for the Night Lords to find them empty-handed. Then they could begin a new life.

The Emperor would not tolerate wasting time by having two legions hunting down a traitor in one world.

For an emperor, the Great Expedition was his lifeblood!

How did you know he was here?

When Sevita's hoarse voice rang out, Jando Scarlewalker looked at the Black Armored Guards lined up in front of him, Sevita, Shen, Gol, Kahn, as well as Varis and Phil Zarost, along with the Redeemer Guards standing in the street and the Midnight Lords standing on various buildings.

There's no escape! Seven

"This is the greatness of my father!"

Kahn grunted, flung his chainsaw sword at the traitor before him, and stared intently at him.

"It's time to end it all."

Jando Scarlewalker let out a bitter laugh.

“My brothers, we are all the same. You too have fallen into the killing. Don’t you have the blood of innocents on your hands? Think about what Conrad Coates has done to me now. He will do the same to you!”

“We’re the same kind of people! Conrad Coates and I are the same kind of people, but that coward won’t admit it! We…”

"I admit."

Conrad Coates' voice rang out.

The midnight ghost appeared before the group like a phantom, with a little boy sitting on his shoulder.

The crowd parted to make way for the imperial demigods.

“I admit that I have paid too little attention to you. My brother is right. I have been indulging in fantasies for too long.”

Conrad Coz looked at Jando Scarlewalker in front of him.

"You have extinguished the last glimmer of hope in this world."

"Jando Scalle Walker".

Conrad Coates sat on the ground, gazing at his offspring.

"But the spark still remains."

Conrad Coates looked at the little boy on his shoulder, the boy who would join the Night Lords and then die in some battle, his fate altered.

Because of Angron?

Conrad Kojuz realized, no, the 4 wasn't him, it was the thing on his head. ￥：0√〈5!∠

Conrad Coates laughed. It was the first time the Night Lords had seen their Primarch laugh so happily, like a child.

"Do you want to face trial, or do you want to continue your escape?"

"Jando Skarleywalker!"

"Konrad Coates asked."

"..."

“Sevita, the task of purging the Legion is entrusted to you, and I don’t want to see another… oppressor.”

Conrad Coz stopped paying attention to Jando Scarlewalker.

His fate was sealed.

"cover me!"

Jando Skarleywalker let out a ripping roar, then turned and shoved the two scumbags beside him aside. The next second, he crashed solidly into a chest-high body. Angron stared at Jando Skarleywalker.

I sensed your fear.

Angron swung the chainsaw axe in his hand.

"Is this the future you've seen, my brother?!"

Conrad Coz listened to Anglon's call to him and shook his head.

"No...no, my brother."

"Then you see, you've been blinded by illusions."

"Redemption Guard!"

"Angron roared."

"Roar!"

The war dogs roared angrily.

"Purge the oppressors of this world with your cousins!"

Angron severed four limbs from Janjido Scarwalker, leaving him to linger on the ground, barely clinging to life.

"Nostramamo is poison, Angron, I need to eradicate it."

Conrad Coates looked at his departing offspring and turned to his brother, speaking.

“Of course, Nukelia will take good care of them.”

Angron nodded slightly as he took the little boy from Conrad Coz. He had made a deal with Conrad Coz: to send Nostramo, a righteous man from the dark world, to Nukelia for education, and then return to manage the planet.

But before that.

They still have a lot to do, so much.

The deaths of these upper-class scum, hanging the nobles from the tower, did not bring joy to the crowd; on the contrary, their hearts were heavy. Nostrama had already undergone one purge, before Conrad Coz left, and now a second purge was about to begin.

Sevita doesn't know how long he can hold out this time.

but......

"Hang them all!"

Severta looked at the large group of nobles and spoke in a cold voice.

It's time for the Midnight Lords to be reformed.

"Hanging? That's not like you, cousin."

Varis came closer.

"...Wizards, we Midnight Lords owe you warhounds one thing, and shut up!"

"That......"

"See you in the octagon after this is over!"

Sevita snorted and turned to leave.

Varis shrugged.

"Phew! I have nothing to repay you with, but perhaps we can exchange ideas."

Phil Zarost walked over and looked at Varis.

"Of course, my cousin."

Varis nodded.

"But could you try to persuade Sevita? I am a wizard."

"Sorry, that's outside the scope of our conversation."

Phil Zarost shook his head. How could this man be so greedy?

P.S.: Chapter 2!!! Two more chapters to go...emmmm, do you have any votes?

Volume 1: Chapter 40, Section 39: The War Dog's Little Sweet Treat!

The Great Expedition was delayed for a whole month because of Nostramo.

In the city of Nostramo V, at the Fortress of Night, the Eighth Legion redecorated their master's outpost, a city adorned with slave owners and sinners. These horrifying exhibits were crafted from countless tormented corpses hanging upside down—every nobleman, traitor, murderer—hundreds and thousands of their bodies dangling in the air. This was not only the work of the Night Lords, but even the warhounds were involved.

Although the soldiers of the Twelfth Army were disgusted.

A new order was established, thanks to the combined efforts of the Imperial supermen and the two great genetic fathers of the Empire, who created new laws and systems for Nostramore, along with aid from the Twelfth Legion's homeworld, Nukelia.

The minors of Nostramo will go to Nukelia to study until they come of age, at which point they will return to Nostramo to help build their homeland.

In fact, according to Lu Heng's plan, the newborn children on Nostrama should go to the 500 World, where the facilities and education would be better than in Nuka.

"I only trust you, my brother."

These are Conrad Coates's original words.

In this incident, Conrad Coates knew that only Angron could soothe the darkness in his heart, and only Angron, his returning brother, believed in the illusions he saw.

At that moment, a spark of hope ignited in Koz's heart, a hope that perhaps the future would change.

......

[The Ghoul Stars are teeming with aliens, and the Star Torches are dim here. Nostramore is situated on the edge of the Ghoul Stars, and to be honest, I really dislike this place.]

Lu Heng continued to search for data on the aliens among these stars. The Midnight Lords of the Ghoul Sector had very limited knowledge of them. Thousands of planets awaited salvation in this shimmering world. Nostramo, the Midnight Lords' homeworld, and the feudal planets of Drask formed a mutually protective defensive line, but that was not enough.

That's still not enough!

The Ghoul Sector is home to a diverse and complex array of alien species, and many Space Marine chapters have suffered setbacks in this sector in the future.

Lu Heng hoped that the Twelfth Legion and the Eighth Legion would cooperate amicably, as their home planets were far enough apart, and Conrad Coz had enough trust in Angron.

That's how it seems at the moment.

When the door was pushed open, Gel, Kahn, and Varis walked in.

"My father!"

Gol watched as Angron inserted the Butcher's Sting from his head into the data panel; this was something Gol and the others were already used to.

"what happened?"