Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

+Our Lord, we follow you+

Varis's voice rang out, elusive and uncertain. Angron saw it, and saw his offspring connected to his body by only a single, spider-like thread. This was extremely dangerous.

The ancient warrior bowed his body directly to Angron's spirit, like a loyal knight facing his king, offering everything he had to Angron without reservation.

If Anglon wanted to, the life or death of these think tanks would be entirely in his hands in a single thought.

Don't overthink it!

+What the heck? +

+How did you manage to get here?! +

When Anglong heard Lu Heng's voice, he felt utterly dazed, as if it were a magical experience.

The electrical signals in your brain are a bit jumbled!

Could you take control of this?

The moment the think tanks heard their genetic master speaking to an unfamiliar voice, they began to have distracting thoughts.

+Quiet down, this is another personality of our Lord.+

Varis defended Angron.

Lu Heng really wanted to give Anglong a severe electrotherapy treatment, since he had to do everything himself.

He's working on the space fleet, and he's also helping Angron and their offspring adjust their positions, while simultaneously trying to find Herav, the leader, in this chaotic psionic region!

I am nothing but a hardworking ox or horse!

The entire space rapidly warmed up from its frigid state. As the blazing flames ignited, the Sons of Angron saw Angron's figure appear in the air, wielding a giant axe, with a green Butcher's Nail on his head, and his golden armor illuminating the entire dark space.

Angron unleashed his immense psionic energy, cleaving the countless Heravs in the air like an axe. Flames erupted, and one by one, the aliens, under the combined psionic power of Angron and the think tanks, began to spontaneously combust, howling in agony...

It exploded like fireworks.

"My lord!"

Seeing Kahn kneeling on the ground with an excited expression, Gerr kicked him.

"What are you doing, Kahn!"

"I am here......"

"Never forget the father of genetics' command!"

Ger looked displeased. The Father of Genetics' order was to protect his nine bodies, but now Kahn was kneeling! No kneeling allowed!

"Feel sorry!"

Kahn looked apologetic.

"Protect your father!"

Gel stared intently at Angron's psionic form.

......

"My lord! They've broken in!"

The king knelt on the ground, looking at the tall figure on the shadowy throne before him. The alien green eyes stared at the king and the priest. The high and mighty leader of the Heraf did not say anything; he simply stared at the mortal king kneeling before him.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the kneeling king exploded.

Flesh and blood scattered, and a blood mist filled the air.

Chief Heraf felt bored, and when the bat-faced man looked at the priest beside him, the priest immediately knelt on the ground.

“A great master!”

I beg for your mercy!

"Pfft"

The priest was lifted into the air. The leader of the Heraf narrowed his eyes. Conrad Coz, who appeared out of nowhere, pierced through the priest. The Heraf felt threatened by this man.

"Shhh."

Conrad Coates placed his finger on the edge of his lips.

+Human+

This is my slave.

And you will become my slave.

Conrad Coz tossed the priest on the lightning claw aside.

He smiled.

Inside the pit filled with dust, blood, and the stench of corpses, Conrad Coates laughed with unusual glee.

He scratched his helmet with his lightning claw.

“My brother…someone wants to enslave me.”

"Then kill him! Cut off his head! Tear his body apart!"

When Angron's voice rang out, the leader of the Heraf looked at Angron, who was dragging the corpse of one of his own people.

"Alien slave owner, you will die a horrible death. I won't let you breathe your last so soon! Pray!"

Angron placed the Roar of the God of War in his hand.

He grinned maliciously.

P.S.: I'm out of drafts... Time to start preparing drafts again! No more votes for the fourth update! I feel like I'm playing a single-player game, sob sob sob!!! Good luck to all my brothers taking the college entrance exam!!!

Volume 1: Chapter 46 (Forty-Five) - The Paper Doll with Wings!

Angron was not unfamiliar with psionic beings.

On the arena, atop Maldor Gongau's lair, but without exception, all those men became victims of Angron.

Chief Herav rose to his feet, taller than his tribesmen, with wider bat wings, his massive body rising upright from his corrupt throne. He looked directly at Angron, who was about his own height.

The candlelight went out instantly, and Angron awkwardly raised his chainsaw axe.

As darkness fell, Angron let out an uneasy sigh.

The warriors of Nukelia never back down. Angron, a former gladiator, fought more often in the sunlight than in the darkness…

He hates the dark!

Do you need any help?

Lu Heng asked politely.

"Then hurry up!"

Angron felt the psionic shock coming from in front of him. It was a sonic psionic attack. Angron used the Roar of the War God to block the powerful impact, but he couldn't block it all. He heard his armor groan. Relying on his senses, Angron swung his sword at the high-speed creature charging towards him.

The feeling of emptiness immediately made Angron sense something was wrong.

Heraf's smelly foot with its curved nails kicked Angron in the chest. Angron felt as if a forging hammer had smashed into his chest. Angron hissed and exhaled. Although the attack did not cause him much damage, Angron could feel his chest creaking with pain!

This might hurt a little!

Lu Heng's information made Anglong scoff.

Pain! What kind of pain hadn't Angron endured! He.......

"what!!!!!!"

A scream rang out from Angron's mouth, a wail that moved everyone present. Angron trembled all over, his entire body arching backward. His beastly roar not only terrified Angron's sons, but even Conrad Coz gripped his lightning claw, trying to figure out what had happened to Angron.

In the fifth part of the Grey Mist, this was created by the leader of Hlav using psionic energy. In the third part of the Darkness, he did not know what had happened to Angron, but he felt that this was a good opportunity, an opportunity to defeat Angron!

With a flicker of psionic energy, Chief Horaf instantly appeared before Angron.

Angron could sense the trajectory of Chief Herav's movements, as well as the psionic missiles Herav threw from the darkness. Angron didn't know what buff Butcher's Nail had given him.

At this moment, Angron could feel the slow flow of time around him. The Butcher's Nail was working hard on his head, and Angron could not let the nail or the oppressed down.

Angron moved.

The moment the Imperial demigods acted, a look of shock appeared in the eyes of Chief Heraf. He only saw Angron dodge several of his psionic sonic waves. The massive Angron was as agile as a bean sprout until Angron's bloodthirsty, red-glowing eyes met his gaze.

"Got you! Alien!"

Angron grabbed the leader of the Herafs by the ankle, then spun around and flung him into the air.

Leader Khlav felt fortunate, after all, the air was his home turf!

It grabbed its weapon and looked down at Angron again. Angron was nowhere to be seen on the ground. The alien felt its shoulder blade shatter and was in excruciating pain. Angron had somehow leaped into the air, its heavy body landing on its shoulders and wings.

The Roar of the God of War swung down, the sound of flesh tearing apart echoing, the serrated edges of the Roar of the God of War drinking the blood of the alien.

"what!"

Leader Khlav fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Angron's eyes glowed red, and he held half of the alien leader's wing in his hand.

"You're really tough!" the group said.

"You damned alien!"

Angron roared these words; he couldn't contain his anger.

"Do you think you can be superior? Do you think you are the master of humanity?"

Chief Khlav got up from the ground, half-squatting on the ground, breathing rapidly.

"Human, I admit I underestimated you!" Lu

"You think you're liberating them? These slaves recognize me as their master, but if I die, they'll only hate you!"

"You were never a liberator!"

The raving words of the leader of the Heraf made Angron frown; he could not tolerate such blasphemous behavior.

Angron, carrying a massive axe, approached the leader of the Heraf clan.

"I told you, I wouldn't let you die so quickly!"

Angron stared at Chief Khlav with his crimson eyes.

The gaze of the Imperial demigod weighed on Chief Heraf's shoulders like a chain.

As Chief Heraf looked at Angron, who had already entered his range, a mocking smile appeared on his bat-like face.

"You think you've won?"

"You have lost, human... and you will only become my slave. In the High Heavens, I have plenty of time to torment you!!!"

When the leader of Khlav closed his mouth.

The entire space began to shatter. Hlav himself was a creature that could exist simultaneously in the warp and the physical world. He stretched out his claws, and gray psionic energy clamped down on Angron's body. Before the beast-like claws could even touch Angron's shoulder...

A loud slap rang out.

Chief Khrav stared blankly at Angron before him.

Why is this guy still able to move?

why? ? ?

And a subspace passage!

Before Chief Heraf could react, Angron slapped him again, the demigod's power swelling half of the alien chief's cheek and knocking away his sharp teeth.

The Imperial demigod's massive foot stomped on the alien leader's chest, raising dust as Angron stared coldly at the leader, Herav. The surrounding space was shrouded in anguish, and the High Heaven could no longer touch the physical universe in the slightest.

"What...what kind of monster are you?!"

The nine leaders of Hlav spoke with fear in their voices, and Angron sensed the emotions of the three alien creatures.

"You alien are as tough as a piece of paper, aren't you?!"

Anglo smiled sarcastically, and returned all the insults the alien had just hurled at him.

Lu Heng suppressed the surrounding spiritual energy completely.

[Angron II, he almost pulled you into the warp.]

Are you an idiot?! You just walked right into the trap!