Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Unlike traditional Xenomorphs, these Xenomorphs are psionic beings. In their first encounter, led by an Imperial demigod, the Imperial Thirteenth Expeditionary Force did not suffer particularly heavy losses.

Angron and Conrad Coz stood at the edge of the glassy hole. Angron stared at the dark earth pierced by the light spear. The entire palace had been blown into ruins. Under Lu Heng's remote control, countless Heraf were killed by precise strikes, but some aliens still survived.

There's something down there.

Conrad Coates knew very little about this alien.

"My brothers, you haven't encountered this kind of alien before?"

"Angron asked, puzzled."

"No, the Ghoul Stars are full of aliens... This is the first time I've seen something like this."

Conrad Coz explained that, in fact, he and Angron were encountering this kind of alien for the first time, this creature that ate human hearts and bore traces of its own civilization.

Anglong looked up and felt his head burning.

He knew that this was the Butcher's Nail assisting the Sky Fleet in fighting the Alien Fleet.

Will it have any impact if I go down?

【Won't. 】

"will not."

Two voices rang out simultaneously, and that was exactly what Angron needed.

"What about the mortals on this planet?"

"Angron asked."

“My lord…they have been enslaved for far too long!”

Varis's eyes were filled with a trace of sadness, from the common people to the nobles.

Undoubtedly, the world has been severely corrupted by aliens, and there is no hope of saving it.

Angron closed his eyes.

He didn't know what his other brothers should do in this situation.

But he... would eventually kill the culprit.

"It seems we need some heavy firepower."

Angron gazed at the enormous cavern, sensing a large number of aliens below, who had found him a suitable burial place.

“My father, the fearless veterans are ready.”

Gel stepped forward, bent down, and looked at Angron. Each legion had its own foundation.

The same applies to the Twelfth Army Corps.

"Let the veterans get out there and stretch their muscles!"

Gel stared at the back of Angron's head, at the steel wires that drooped with constantly flowing green fluorescence. He could feel the enslavement hidden beneath Angron's calm tone. Soon, yellow flames streaked across the sky. As several airdrop pods landed in the palace, the palace, which had been hit by several glowing spears, collapsed completely.

As the first Dauntless aircraft moved forward.

"My lord!"

A buzzing sound began.

That was none other than the Legion's first Legion Commander—Loge.

"**, there are countless aliens below waiting for us to eliminate them."

You should say that their breathing is an insult to the air around me.

Lu Heng made a joke.

"Their breath insults the air around me, damn it! I don't want to see a single alien escape our punishment, I don't want them breathing the same air as me, for honor!"

"For my father! For the emperor!"

The multi-barreled machine gun in Log's hand began to spin.

Jia Wuwei slowly walked to the edge of the pit.

"For humanity!"

With a buzzing rage, the **we will put to death all these aliens who have insulted the Father of Genetics!

Angron let out a heavy breath.

"Pah, you damn alien!"

Angron swore and spat, then looked at his brother.

"Don't steal my monsters."

S "Your stage".

Conrad Coates shrugged indifferently.

What does "but stealing monsters" mean?

: ......

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The fearless veterans were the first to fall, followed by the landing on the glassy ground.

The superhumans of the Seven Empires also descended upon this place. In the pitch-black world, the aroma of roasting meat wafted from countless caves of all sizes. Angron's eyes quickly adjusted to the surrounding environment as he gazed at the countless human corpses hanging upside down in the caves, clearly charred.

The burning heat from the tumor's nasal suffocation was exhaled by Anglong.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He stared at the emerging Herafs, and before he could give the order, they had already formed a circle and were firing in a triangular formation.

The plasma cannon at the front of the arm heats up but doesn't overload, while the twin heavy bolters kill one alien after another.

"For my lord!"

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Empire!"

"For humanity!"

The veterans roared wildly, constantly praising and singing, flames twisted and burned on the ground, and only slaughter and roars filled the black cave.

Conrad Coates led his offspring into the darkness, just as they had done before, spreading terror among the aliens.

Angron led his guards to the front to annihilate the aliens, and he would exact the most terrible revenge for their shameless acts.

The God of War roared and swung his sword, severing the head of yet another alien.

Angron moved quickly forward, and in the darkness he saw more and more Heraf surges, seemingly endless.

He saw those traitors, the king and priests who had betrayed humanity, running towards a passage.

Lu Heng shrieked above his head, while Anglong, who was having a great time killing, was now constantly flashing red alerts on his screen.

[Psionic attack! Psionic attack! Alert! Alert!]

This forced Lu Heng to begin adjusting the force field shield on Angron.

Don't be a reckless fool!

As soon as Lu Heng finished speaking, he saw a blue earth elemental energy storm coming towards him, and he quickly threw his emotional data stab at it.

When the psionic energy and emotional surge collided, sparks and annihilation flashed throughout the space, causing the Heraf warrior to look at the carbine in his hand in disbelief.

　Hedgehog (Discount! Agent <(Purchase): °∝jiu鈴▲⌒∨∴露■'牭“War Dog! Attack!”

Angron kicked a Herav to death with one kick, roaring.

Above the void, swarms of airdrop boats were launched by ships, trailing fiery tails as they pierced the atmosphere.

Their flight paths were orderly and overlapping, and each war dog could feel its own drop pod making subtle adjustments on its own, ensuring a flawless landing.

"Go to the father of genetics!"

A centurion roared as he emerged from the drop pod.

Go to Angron! Go to the father of genetics!

The war dogs roared as they ran through the city, slaying the empire's enemies.

They are fighting for the father of genetics!

"Pfft!"

Angron smashed another Hlav's head, staring at the alien with its head shattered.

"Where are Nail and the others?!"

Do you know how busy I am right now?

Lu Heng quietly passed the data to Anglong.

Thanks to you, I'm incredibly busy right now!

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Volume 1: Chapter 45 I will kill you!!!

Countless beams of light flickered within the crater. The dim scene reminded Angron of the battle he fought in the Nukelia Cave. His guards and soldiers surrounded him, while Hlav and his winged aliens circled overhead, trying to use their aerial advantage to suppress Angron and his companions.

"Could you give me another light spear?"

If you want to die, don't take me with you!

Now that everyone is underground, if Seven were to unleash another six-light spear from the air, only these two Primarchs would survive.

"Think tanks!"

Varus looked at the densely packed Hlavs in the sky. He opened his mouth, knowing that the Warhounds' intelligence agencies had to step forward and protect their Primarchs in the face of these psionic beings.

+Varius, what should we do?+

There are too many of them!

+Support, I need support here+

+The three aliens flew over there+

Think tanks are locked in a silent battle, in the physical world and in the illusory high heavens.

The dialogue between their minds was exceptionally intense. They had already witnessed several veteran guards being injured, and Varis, as the chief, directly overwhelmed the thoughts of every think tank member with his torrent of ideas.

There's no time! We must now begin the sacrament!

After Varus spoke, everyone, under his guidance, converged their consciousness into one, and countless people joined the brotherhood, focusing their minds.

Varis exhaled, and the temperature around the think tanks plummeted. Exquisite frost bloomed in the crater, and as the think tanks whispered their eulogies, frost crystals formed on their shoulder armor.

"Protect think tanks!"

Angron gave his orders.

Your children are undergoing a ceremony; protect them!

After Angron killed a Heraf with the handle of his axe, he quickly swung his giant axe to clear an area around him.

Perhaps you could join them.

"Now?"

"Angron asked."

【It's now! 】

Angron looked at the think tank members, then at Ger and Kahn beside him.

"Protect me!"

Angron said with a smile, and then he released his mental power.

The psychic power of the entire twelfth legion's psychic tactical repertoire converged in this region to form the image of an ancient warrior comparable in size to Angron. This phantom warrior, composed of psychic energy, could only be seen by those with discerning eyes.

+Follow......+

Varus's deep voice rang out. He wanted to lead the think tanks to attack the aliens that were constantly hovering above the tunnels, but the next moment he felt a scorching and warm psionic energy join their ranks. This was not any of the think tanks he knew.

This is... their genetic father.

Angron felt a little awkward. He wasn't particularly skilled at manipulating his psionic powers, but there were some things that the Primarch was far more adept at than the Space Marines, especially when he was integrated into the ranks of his offspring.