Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Angron opened his eyes and looked at Ger.

“Father, the Nostramo Star Court has received a message that a ship of the Imperial Navy has gone missing and sent out a distress signal before its last mission.”

Ger looked at Anglon; he didn't need to report this trivial matter to Anglon.

"There was a group of silent nuns on the ship."

Angron narrowed his eyes. The Silent Nun?

It seems his father was trying to do something, but it looks like things went wrong.

"Does Conrad Coates know the last known location from which the distress signal was sent?"

"Lord Koz is aware of this, and he has already instructed the Midnight Lord to make preparations." (Wu)

"What are you waiting for!"

Gel and the others looked at Angron, who was staring at the flashing Butcher's Nail.

【OK! 】

Upon hearing Lu Heng's words, Angron immediately pulled out the data synapse.

.......

On the Nightfall.

Conrad Coates sat on his throne, his gaze much clearer now, even though the illusions still tormented him. He stroked the fresh skull on his throne, taken from the head of his traitorous son, Jando Scarlewalker, the white skull marked with a horizontal line of red dye.

This represents the friendship between the Midnight Lord and his warhounds.

Conrad Coates lowered his eyes.

"My lord, Lord Angron has returned to the Redemption."

"Then let's set off and see what our father is up to this time."

Conrad Coates watched the steel slowly descend.

“Sevita…”

Conrad Coates suddenly called out the name of his most prized son.

"My lord?"

Sevita looked at his father, puzzled. He felt that his father had changed after this incident, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad. But for the Night Lords, at least Conrad Coz had begun to take the Legion seriously, which was a good thing in general.

“Send a team to Nukelia to study the Butcher’s Nail device.”

Sevita nodded.

Conrad Coates closed his eyes.

"My lord." Qi

Conrad Coates opened his eyes, looking at his offspring with suspicion.

Sevita produced a box; the simple, blood-red and gold packaging immediately told Conrad Coates it was a specialty of Nukelia.

"This was entrusted to you by Lord Angron to be given to you by Varis. Lord Angron said to make sure you eat more, because he's afraid you'll be blown away by the wind."

Conrad Coz took the box from Severta's hand.

He opened it carefully.

Inside are desserts shaped like bats.

"Hahahahaha!"

With his thin, bony shoulders hunched, Conrad Coates burst into laughter. Clutching his stomach, he laughed until tears streamed down his face. His hoarse laughter made Sevier stand aside, barely daring to breathe.

"Sevatar."

The voice of a midnight ghost echoed.

"Has your duel with Varus begun?"

"Not yet... for now."

"Defeat him, my son."

Upon hearing these words, Sevita's eyes welled up with tears. He hadn't heard the word "son" from the father of genetics in a long time.

He nodded emphatically.

I'm sorry, Varis. Severus had originally planned to let Varis go with the help of the Twelfth Legion.

But now that the Primarch has been mentioned again, Sevita has his own goal: to smash Varus to the ground and let Conrad Coz witness it!

"Alright! Little bats, come and try the cooking of the war dogs."

Conrad Coates smiled; his mood had improved considerably after Angron absorbed his emotions.

Sevita and the others crowded around, staring at the box of pastries in Conrad Coz's hand.

"Are you waiting for the food to rot? I had no idea my children were a flock of vultures that enjoy eating rotting carcasses."

Under Conrad Coates's introspective voice, Sevita and Shen were the first to extend their hands.

They grabbed the bat dessert and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Is it tasty?"

"Koz asked."

"It is too sweet."

Sevita gave his assessment.

"Too sweet? Oh, it really is too sweet."

Koz nodded.

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

Volume 1: Chapter 41 Angron's New Ability!

Cyril.

This is a feudal world.

As soon as the thirteenth expedition team sped out of the subspace, Lu Heng immediately tried to hack into the facilities on the planet, but he failed because there were no electronic devices on the planet.

Anglong felt Lu Heng's defeated and incredulous emotions, and he laughed heartily. For some reason, he wanted to laugh whenever he saw Lu Heng get the short end of the stick, but the price was that he had to endure Lu Heng's electric shock.

"My father!"

Gel looked at Angron, who was convulsing all over.

"I'm... fine!!!! I'm... okay!"

Looking at Angron, who was already making electronic music, Ge pondered for a long time. Wasn't anything wrong yet?

"Alright! Send diplomatic ambassadors to the world below!"

"Angron spoke up."

"As you wish."

When Ger left.

Angron gazed down at the planet, a deep blue planet.

Lu Heng began using the ship to detect if there were any other signals in the star system, since this was the last place where the Sacred Mission sent out a signal.

Lu Heng quickly realized something was wrong; there was no residual signal throughout the entire galaxy.

No signal residue? Heh.

[Angron, wait a minute!]

Lu Heng felt he should try a different approach if the data didn't work.

[Angron, use your brain!] Sulfur

？伞

Angron wondered, "My brain, my brain isn't..."

[Psychic...]

When Anglong heard Lu Heng's words, he immediately knew what Lu Heng wanted to do.

He released his psionic energy, but all Angron could do was cover his ships.

But the next second, Angron felt himself fly up!

A powerful burst of psionic energy erupted directly from Angron's body. The complex colors of the energy immediately drew the attention of the Warhound Think Tank to Angron. They saw him floating in the air, his body constantly flowing with light. Varis reached out and stopped the Think Tank.

The sudden burst of psychic energy left the think tanks on edge.

The terror brought by a rampaging psionicist is terrifying, but Varus could sense that Angron's power was not going berserk. His vast psionic perception swept across the entire fleet, the world, and the stars.

Varis looked at Angron with concern. He had never seen this kind of psionic energy before. It was neither warm nor painful. He could feel the healing wound in Angron's heart. Varis knew that this way of exposing it was not a good thing.

"Think tanks!"

Varis spoke up, saying that the Warhounds' think tank must now step forward and tell Angron that this way of exposing themselves is unacceptable!

"Pfft."

Varis turned around and saw one of the think tank members next to him lying on the ground, asleep.

Soon, drowsiness washed over Varis's brain, and a warm feeling made him involuntarily close his eyes. He tried to resist, but he felt the pain in his body had dissipated.

“Puff @ “Turn: 2∑）Nine ~》“Si＞*∠Lu★♂Tong!”

The moment Gale and the others saw Varis lying on the ground, they immediately sealed off the bridge.

"wizard!"

Kahn picked up Varis, and as he looked at Varis who was about to close his eyes, he slapped him across the face.

"?"

Varus snapped awake instantly; he had just seen Angron waving at him from the arena!

"What are you doing, you idiot!"

Varis, his face swollen with rage, yelled at Kahn.

"what happened!"

"Our Lord is sensing the entire galaxy; he seems to have discovered something!"

Varis said irritably.

In fact, Angron found nothing.

Even with Lu Heng acting as an assistant, despite his extremely powerful perception, he still couldn't detect anything.

[You should play with your offspring for a while.]

Overwhelmed by the complex data, Lu Heng spoke to Anglong.

Oh, I let a few of the Night Lords in.

Angron opened his eyes and saw that, in addition to his offspring, several familiar figures had also arrived in this space.

Phil Zaroste and Sevita.

"Great Lord of Red Sand, can you tell me what the situation is now?"

Phil Zarost looked into Anglon's eyes and asked.

"There's something wrong with the world below."

Anglong relayed what Lu Heng had told him.

"what is the problem?"

Fell Zaroste knew that Jiuanglong didn't want to talk about anything related to Lin here, so he didn't want to ask any further.

"I have no idea."

You do not know?

Sevita and Phil Zarost exchanged a glance. What were they now? Out-of-body experiences?