Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Lu Heng's complaining tone made Anglong's expression stiffen.

"Ahem! Well done, Butcher's Nail!"

"Damn it! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Upon hearing Anglong's words, Lu Heng immediately gave him a few electric shocks.

Meanwhile, below, the ribs on the chest of the leader of the Khlav clan made a cracking sound.

His ribs are broken!

He never imagined that the person who defeated him would be a mental patient!

P.S.: First update. Four updates today. Will I get any votes?

Volume 1: Chapter 47 (Forty-Sixth Chapter) - The Massacre Begins!

A dark, painful aura emanated from Angron like a barrier.

Around this barrier was shattered space, and the Imperial demigod gazed at his spoils: an alien lying on the ground, howling in agony.

The towering son of Angron, Ger, was carrying a mortal recorder, whose request was quite simple: to draw Angron's majestic appearance!

Wielding a giant axe and stepping on an alien creature, he searched around Angron, his presence shrouded in a dark barrier.

Gol had already figured out how he should get these Imperial scribes to write extensively about Angron's glorious deeds, which would be an honor for the Twelfth Legion and Angron together!

"Have you found those silent nuns?"

Kahn leaned forward and asked.

"There is still no intelligence from the Navy; it seems they have completely disappeared."

Gol frowned; the Navy's last signal was around this star system.

But......

They couldn't find any information about the ship at all.

As for the Silent Sisters, let's not even mention them!

"Aliens, tell me, have you captured a ship?"

"You think I'd tell you? Foolish human!"

The leader of the Khrav sneered. He felt his limbs grow cold, half of his wing was gone, and blood stained the ground.

"of course not!"

Angron swung his battle axe and beheaded the Hlav leader without hesitation.

Conrad Coz watched this scene unfold, signifying that Angron had accepted his status as Primarch and this was his first honor.

The Midnight Ghost stepped forward, and its lightning claws severed the alien's head.

He started eating right in front of Angron.

"......"

"My brother, your taste is a bit... unusual."

Angron was having some trouble accepting it.

"I'm just extracting his memories; you have that skill too."

Conrad Coz didn't care about Angron's rejection, but what puzzled him was that Chief Heraf's memories contained no information about that Imperial Navy ship.

This is very unusual! Lu

"Nail, do you have a quicker way?"

Angron asked in a low voice. He didn't want to be like Koz, discarding the alien's brain and then feasting on it. Angron could never tolerate such barbaric behavior.

"Yes, yes, you can take me off your head and put me on this alien's head." - Qi

"Then I'll just have a bite."

Angron muttered. Listen.

【? 】

Lu Heng asked in disbelief, "Listen to yourself, are you even speaking human language?"

Conrad Coates stood up and looked at Anglon.

“My brother, this is the first planet you conquered, and it is right for you to liberate it.”

"What...is this...?"

Conrad Coz's eyes widened as the fragments of memory extracted from the head of the leader of the Heraf clan transformed into illusions that swept into his mind. The countless fragments left Conrad Coz helplessly clutching his head. He quickly retreated, his face pale, and squatted down on the ground.

"brother!"

Angron tucked the Roar of the God of War into his belt and stepped forward, knowing that his brother had fallen ill again.

Angron silently crouched in front of Conrad Coz, continuously absorbing Conrad Coz's painful emotions with his own power.

"Pale and emaciated!"

Conrad Coates's eyes showed a hint of fear.

Pale and emaciated?

When Lu Heng heard these words from Koz, the entire machine was completely stunned.

"Do you know what this is?"

Anglong asked instinctively.

【do not know. 】

Lu Heng provided his information.

Anglong was surprised. He didn't know about the nail?

I told you not to treat me like Doraemon!

His body was pale and thin, which made Lu Heng somewhat concerned, but it was definitely not something that had appeared at this time of year, or perhaps the paleness and thinness had already shown signs of it.

Lu Heng thought quickly: the pale and emaciated incident was the one that led to the annihilation of eleven Space Marine chapters in 34K.

The only survivor was the Nova Chapter.

Lu Heng immediately sensed something was wrong. Why would the Emperor send out an entire group of Silent Sisters? Perhaps they were there to deal with something!

Lu Heng already had a clue.

“I saw the smoke and death, Angron.”

Conrad Coz's voice rang out as he grabbed Anglon's arm, and Anglon pulled him up.

Zero: "This may be a warning for the future. Angron, we are deeply mired in war, fighting against unknown creatures."

Anglon pondered for a long time in response to Conrad Coz's words.

"We are already in the vortex of war,"

"Since we won the first time, we will win the second, the third, and forever..."

Angron's gaze was very firm.

"Now let's take a look at this enslaved world!"

Anglong tried to cheer up Conrad Coz.

......

Cyriel is a feudal world, a planet inhabited by numerous knights, nobles, and commoners.

This planet has nothing.

The only things that can be exported are agricultural products from the barren land.

As the victors emerged from the palace walls, Angron gazed at the humans being herded like chicks. Angron's eyes darkened; he could sense the numbness, pain, and despair in their emotions.

This emotion was directed at him and the Twelfth Legion's warhounds.

"They...are dead."

Angron closed his eyes, making a weak sound. His clenched fists made his face look extremely ferocious, and veins bulged from his arms, extending from his forearms to his shoulders and then winding down to his neck.

Conrad Coates took a deep breath; having just been helped by Angron, he was now powerless to help Angron at all.

He just stood there.

"nail......"

Kill them!

When Anglong heard Lu Heng's reply, he choked up.

He gazed at this group of humans corrupted by the aliens: This is not the world they belong to.

The entire world has become Khlav's food source, and the thoughts of every human being, even those who now appear human, have actually had their souls and minds severely distorted.

Without exception.

"Get out of our world!"

When the first nobleman uttered those words, Kahn angrily raised the bolter in his hand.

But Gerr reached out and pressed down on the gun in Kahn's hand, and Kahn saw Gerr shake his head slightly.

He was waiting, waiting for the father of genetics to give his command.

"I thought this was a liberation."

Angron's mournful voice rang out.

"But this is a disaster."

Angron's offspring watched as Angron's muscles tensed and his body trembled.

"Cleanse this world, and find the seeds of purity!"

Angron closed his eyes; he knew that humanity in this world was beyond redemption!

P.S.: Second update! Two more updates to come! Will there be any votes?

Volume 1: Chapter 48 (Forty-Seventh Chapter) Angron, do you dare eat shit?!

"We are the Legion, the instruments summoned by His Highness Angron, and we bring death to the enemies of the Father of Genesis!"

"To bring glory to the Legion, we..."

Kahn closed his eyes. He knew this was a massacre, a massacre of the world, but the war hounds had no complaints.

Kahn stared at a man kneeling on the ground, pleading with him, the chainsaw in his hand spinning rapidly, blood dripping from it.

"Please! I beg you! Let me go!"

Kahn raised the chainsaw sword in his hand.

The man also revealed his ferocious expression.

"Our lord will eventually return! Our lord will avenge us! Waaah!" +△Seven∴″∶)

Kahn's chainsaw sword tore apart the bodies of the corrupted, and screams echoed constantly from the burning city.

Not far away, Kahn could see Prince Angron's massive body, with the Redemption Guard surrounding him. These mortals, oblivious to their own mortality, charged forward, charging toward death.

Just as they wished, death was beckoning them.

The entire land of Cyrel was engulfed in raging flames, which stood out starkly against the darkness. Angron, the son of the Emperor, wore a somber expression as he watched his offspring roar and mercilessly slaughter the people of Cyrel.

The remains of Cyrell people were scattered all over the ground, and these humans, who had been brainwashed by the aliens, grabbed whatever weapons they could find to resist the Imperial army: sticks, shovels, and dirt.

The serrated teeth shrieked as Gell watched his genetic progenitor grant the most merciful release to these corrupted humans, while the Midnight Lord unleashed terror from the shadows.

The mortal scribe stood not far from Angron, recording everything.

Angron frowned when he saw one of his offspring tear a mortal in two and hang the mortal's head from his waist.

"For Ang..."

When he wanted to continue his charge and eliminate the enemies of humanity.

A pair of large hands pressed down on his shoulders, the gene seed throbbed, and the warrior turned his head and saw Ang Wulong with a face full of sorrow.