Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"my child."

Angron spoke, reaching out to remove the skull from the warrior's waist, which he then tossed to the ground.

"This is not an honor."

That's right, this is not an honor. There is no army here, only aliens and corrupted humans. When the battering ram smashes onto the thin paper, the tattered pieces of paper are completely unable to resist the attack of the war hounds.

The soldier stood there, feeling a pang of regret.

"Sorry! I..."

“No need to apologize, my child. Don’t let killing blind you. Unrestrained killing will only lead you astray. I don’t want the Twelfth Legion to be a bloody executioner. We should know who our enemy is.”

Angron pointed to the ground where limbs and broken pieces, like thin sheets of paper, lay scattered.

"They were once treated with kindness by humankind!"

"War hounds! We, the hounds of humanity! We are the enemies of the Xenomorphs! Let us end this! And then... drive out those abominable Xenomorphs and unleash humanity's fury upon them! That is what we should do!"

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

As Ger raised his battle axe, he didn't forget to glare at the soldier who had been reprimanded by Prince Angron. "You think you can be the center of attention? You'd better join the assault team too!"

The killing continued, but the war hounds had clearly restrained themselves. They no longer needed to torment these severely corrupted humans. Since the Dark Ages, these humans had been subtly corrupted by the Xenomorphs, and now they no longer needed to be oppressed. They were about to be liberated!

The mortal scribes silently recorded the 'atrocities' committed by the Twelfth Legion!

When the last corrupted human in the world died, Angron stared at the ruins, his fists clenched. He looked down at the young humans who had not yet been corrupted.

Conrad Coz led his sons forward, but Angron stopped them.

“Cut the grass and root out the roots.”

Conrad Coates uttered those four words coldly.

"They are not our enemies."

Anglong looked at the children, the oldest of whom was only about ten years old, and he knew that there was still hope for them.

Do you want to keep them?

Lu Heng inquired, "For these survivors, it's no exaggeration to say they have a blood feud with the war hounds, after all, their parents were all killed!"

"Yes... nail... me."

Angron knew his ideas were naive as he looked at the few hundred remaining people of Cyril.

He remained silent for a long time, already prepared to debate with the nail.

He has already...

【Can. 】

"What?"

Angron was stunned. He had thought that Butcher's Nail would reject him, or verbally reprimand him for such a naive idea, or he was even prepared to be electrocuted!

But is it possible?

"why?"

"Angron asked aloud."

[This world is not important, and why do you think I would kill them? These mortals, after a few generations, will be completely integrated into the human empire, but they need oversight.]

"How about sending them to Nukelia?"

Why do you want to send everything back to your own home?! We're very poor! Extremely poor!

Lu Heng just wants to finish up the situation here as soon as possible, and then return to Nukelia to start farming!

After all, who knows who will start the great rebellion in the future!

Horus? Guilliman? Or Saint Geres?

"My lord, that ship has sent another distress signal!"

Ger slowly walked forward, looking at Anglon.

What kind of ghost ship is this?! What is that old Emperor doing?!

Lu Heng was somewhat dissatisfied, but he quickly sensed something was amiss; it seemed the ship was guiding them...

Lu Heng began to accelerate the process, opening the star map in Anglong's mind. He calculated, and as the star map flashed seven times, he finally determined the location of the ship.

According to their calculations, it would take them seven days to get there.

Seven, seven, and still seven!

If there were no ghosts, Lu Heng would have twisted Anglong's head off on the spot!

Angron seemed to sense someone's ill intentions, and he scratched his head.

We're in trouble!

Anglong detected a hint of seriousness in Lu Heng's voice.

Although it's still an electronic sound.

But Angron could sense it.

"What trouble?"

[Hey...Angron II...would you dare eat shit?]

A simple sentence made Anglong's face turn red. Seeing Anglong's obvious flush, Ger took a step back without leaving a trace.

"Let me try one!"

You're the one who eats shit!

"Don't even think about it! Nail! Don't even think about it!!!!"

Gel felt himself being hit by sound waves!

P.S.: Third update! One more to go! I've worked so hard, I should get some votes, right? It's a pity I'm out of drafts... No pity, I'll save up some more!

Volume 1: Chapter 49 (Forty-Eight) Anglon: I was wrong! I was wrong!

Hot water splashed onto Angron's body. At the base of Angron's spine was a scar that snaked upwards along the spine, circling counterclockwise around his body, down to his hips, and then around the front of his body.

The scar wound wounded Angron's body, circling his stomach and ribs, and finally stopped on the left side of his sternum. This was the Rope of Triumph.

The crimson scars represent Angron's victories all the way through Nukelia, and there is not a single black mark on them, which means that Angron has never been defeated.

The Undefeated was a prestigious title that Angron held during his time as a slave.

It is also a kind of humiliation.

Could you please wash yourself a little more thoroughly?

"Hey! Nail! I'm taking a shower!"

While Angron was still lost in his memories, he heard Nail's disgruntled voice.

Even so, Anglong still rubbed the spot the nail had mentioned.

Angron stretched his muscles and casually draped a blanket over himself.

The fleet re-entered subspace; they would search for the distress signal.

What they were about to face, Angron had no idea.

But he had nails.

Listen, today is a busy day. You need to write a letter to Eunouchmouth.

[Furthermore, the new recruits in Nukelia are ready. Once things settle down in the Ghoul Stars, the Legion can replenish its ranks with new blood. The Mechanicus has also built some new ships for the Twelfth Legion...]

[And... Yochuka successfully joined the war dogs, and the tribunal remaining in Nukelia praised the young man!]

When Angron heard that Yochuka had joined the Jin Warhounds, a slight smile appeared on his ferocious face. Just as he had expected, his loved ones would not disappoint him.

[Also, these are the Legion's official business from yesterday, which Geer has already prepared!]

When a servant with green eyes pushed open the door and entered, Angron saw a long line of servants holding documents, queuing up in the corridor.

"Did you not handle the nail properly?"

Angron touched the Butcher's Nail on his head, feeling that it was slightly loose, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

I've already dealt with most of it, but you need to take a look at these! You are Angron, Lord of the Twelfth Legion, and I am merely a butcher's nail!

Anglong listened to Lu Heng's condemnation, but he didn't take it seriously!

After all, they are of one mind.

[These are Conrad Coates' combat stats. He's faster than you, and Conrad Coates' combat stats are quite strange.]

Angron found a chair and sat down. He didn't quite understand why Butcher's Nail had started studying his brother's combat data.

"speed?"

That's right, look...

Lu Heng began playing Conrad Coz's battle footage in Angron's mind.

The perspective is that of Angron's descendants.

Angron saw Conrad Coz appear in the shadows. He tilted his head slightly, a cruel smile on his face, and swung his lightning claws, instantly cleaving a Heraf warrior in two at the waist.

Did you notice?

"What did you find?"

search【.......】

Soluheng was completely speechless at Anglong's question, and he had the idea of ​​changing to a different mecha.

However, as the second unit, Lu Heng still needs to feed some combat data to Angron.

He can see the opponent's moves.

Conrad Coates, you're a guy who always anticipates his opponent's next move!

[Look here, this alien has blocked all of Conrad Coates's routes with a carbine, but he's found the only way to kill him quickly.]

With his eyes closed, the image was exceptionally clear in his mind. He saw Conrad Coz pass through the beam of light and plunge his lightning claw into the winged alien body.

"The warrior's intuition?"

[No, he saw it. If it were you, your armor would probably have some scratches.]

Dance, but I still have you!

Hua'anglong didn't say those words aloud. He watched Conrad Coz's fighting techniques repeatedly. There was no technique involved; it was all straightforward, brutal, and deadly.

"A very troublesome opponent."

Angron gave an evaluation.

[Trading blood for blood is the only way to deal with Conrad Coates; it's best if it doesn't have to be used.]

Angron nodded. He felt he had failed his brother, but since Conrad Coz had this ability, who could guarantee that no one else in the galaxy possessed it?

[Also, these little guys are copying you!]

Angron tilted his head. What did he mean by these little guys imitating him?

He was a brave soldier!

Most Space Marine injuries are sustained in close-quarters combat with the enemy, and as their genetic father, they often follow your lead. This is interstellar warfare, not Nukelia!

This was not because the war hounds were weak; it was their first encounter with this alien, which led to their carelessness and resulted in this unavoidable reduction in combat strength.

"what should I do?"

"Should we talk to them properly?"

"Or should we make them raise their little wooden sticks and shoot?"

Angron was deep in thought.

I suggest you don't do that, otherwise these guys will think you're distancing yourself from them!

Lu Heng was feeling a bit tired, but as the Butcher's Nail, he had some good news: he didn't have a human organ like a heart, which made him even more exhausted!

How about I teach you?