Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Angron looked at Varis.

"I once had the privilege of communicating with a master of the Thousand Sons. Although the think tank members of the Thousand Sons are somewhat mentally unstable and they are overly obsessed with the warp, which contains not only lost souls but also some strange creatures that roam within it."

"They ≈∩…凄∴陆*叁℃》死∑＇￡昭樹∶∶裙！(：很......邪！"

Varris shared his understanding of the warp, but Angron felt that Varris's words were as if he hadn't said anything at all.

“I had a dream, children. I saw those abominations in the dream. Perhaps it was just a dream, but I am uneasy. I can sense those unusual things in the Warp.”

“I know Varus, the Legion has a different view of your think tank, but in my eyes, no matter what they call you, you little wizards are still my sons.”

Angron spoke very slowly, and Varus could sense that something was wrong with him.

"Darkness, darkness is enveloping us, enveloping all of humanity, though I don't know what to call those things... demons, chaos..."

Anglong lowered his eyes.

"Whatever they are, my lord, if they dare to appear before us, I will cut off their heads and offer them as a sacrifice to you!"

Kahn stepped forward, gazing at the father of genetics with unwavering loyalty and determination.

"No matter who the other party is! Alien or human!"

"As long as they are your enemies, Father, the war hounds will sing your name while cutting off their heads and presenting them to you!"

Kahn raised his head, while Varis and Gel watched him. His brothers looked at him with suspicion, but Kahn believed he was right!

"Kahn!"

Gerr approached Kahn, feeling that the Eighth Company Commander excessively idolized Angoulême.

When he saw the centurions of the other companies, he noticed that these guys had the same resolute expression as Kahn. The words stuck in his throat. He knew that what Kahn said was not just his own thoughts, but everyone's. Most of the War Hounds had reached a certain level of trust in Angron!

Even if they were facing that great being, as if the Father of Genetics gave a single command.

Gehr dared not think any further.

"What if I die?"

Angron's lips parted in a vicious grin, but he did not smile.

He touched the butcher's nail on his head with the tenderness of caressing a lover.

When was our first battle?

“Nukeria! Yes, Nukeria, my children. Although I am known as the Undefeated, gladiatorial combat is ultimately deadly, just as people are ultimately prone to error. The Emperor abducted me from the camp using a strange teleportation technique, and then we fought side by side.”

Angron felt his lips were dry.

Is it possible that I am not even as old as you, but you call me father?

"You are warriors. Do you know what it means to be a warrior? It means daring to challenge injustice and evil!"

"Instead of blindly following me and learning from me, there is only one Angron, and only one Kahn. I allow you to question me, just as I treat you as family, asking you questions and answering my doubts. But what have I heard? Blind obedience?"

Angron had spoken to these four before, reciting three drafts of the Butcher's Nail's speech, but now it seemed to have little effect. These descendants seemed to regard him as their core, trying to inherit everything from him. Angron was happy to pass on some of these to them, but others...

That's rubbish!

“Varius, my think tank chief, I need you to do something for me.”

Angron looked at the group of warriors who dared not even breathe loudly, and he sighed deeply.

"You say."

"How do you fight against evil?"

The moment Angron uttered those words, Varis's eyes lit up.

He knew the think tanks of the War Hounds were about to take off.

"As you wish."

"It's not as I wished, but rather that we're about to need it."

Angron rose from the bathtub, displaying his scars to his offspring without reservation.

"This is the rope of victory, the symbol of a warrior, but I don't want such things to appear on you. Liberation is a long struggle. I still stand by what I said: the war hounds are not my sole authority. I need helpers, helpers who can help me solve problems."

Angron looked at his offspring in the room, their eyes gleaming as if they hadn't heard a word he said, while the warhounds stared at the scars on Angron's body.

This is the rope of triumph, a symbol of warriors.

As for what came after that, all they heard was that Angron needed help.

others?

that's not important!

[A decent speech, but misleading remarks; you should really become a spiritual lecturer.]

Lu Heng mocked.

"..."

P.S.: Second update, two more to come!

Volume 1: Chapter 52 (Filial Piety Between Father and Son)

Found it! Part Two

Lu Heng woke Anglong in the middle of the night. Even though Anglong wasn't in a deep sleep, he was still a little annoyed, since the nail had woken him up with an electric shock.

Opening his eyes, Angron donned a robe, a new cloak sewn for him by his sons. Angron couldn't fathom how these rough old men had managed to sew such an exquisite garment with their own hands. Beneath the cloak was the mark of the Midnight Lord, a gift from him.

Angron, escorted by Kahn and Gol, arrived at the bridge, where a flurry of activity unfolded as mortals reported to the female captain of the Redeemer.

Lotara Salyn, current captain of the Redeemer. Zero

The moment Angron appeared on the bridge, Salyn performed an Imperial salute to him.

Anglong nodded slightly.

Where is that ship?

"Angron asked."

Lotara Salyn was momentarily astonished. Although she didn't know why Angron knew they had found the missing ship, she attributed it to the power of the Imperial demigods.

A hint of admiration spread across Lotara Salin's eyes. Ever since Angron boarded the ship, the entire vessel had become surprisingly easy to control. The complaints from the tech priests about the engines had also decreased significantly. This made Lotara Salin even more convinced that this was all thanks to Angron's good fortune!

"Your Highness Angron, we have detected a distress signal from a ship named Holy Emperor on the outskirts of a death world!"

"That should have been a world of death."

Lotara Salyn paused here.

"originally?"

Anglong frowned; he didn't understand what "originally" meant.

As the star map unfolded, the lush green world made Angron physically uncomfortable.

"There are still several human colonies up here."

Lotara Salyn pointed to the marked points.

Angron nodded slightly. Since the Dark Ages, the Mechanicus on Mars had already sent out countless Mechanicus exploration fleets before the Emperor launched the Great Crusade. So don't be surprised if you see the Mechanicus symbol on some wild world. Those madmen with strong desires for exploration had already thrown their people into the warp and left them to their fate during the Warp Age of Terra.

Some worlds have their own indigenous Mechanicus cults.

So when Anglon saw the gear marks, he wasn't surprised at all; what surprised him was... zero... wu[:

The records of this dead planet within the Mechanicus Cult indicate it to be a withered, yellowish-brown object.

There's a problem! A huge problem!

"nail!"

Anglong spoke.

"what?"

Lotara Salin was taken aback for a moment, then she confirmed the legend within the legion that the legion commander suffered from schizophrenia.

Under Lotara Salyn's watchful gaze, Angron arrived at the control panel, where a data synapse was protruding from Angron's head.

Lotara Salyn felt as if the data synapse had a life of its own, and before being inserted into the device, it glanced in her direction.

Lotara Salin remained silent, pretending she hadn't seen anything!

"Midnight Lord's Communication!"

Angron stared at the incoming communication, and Conrad Coz's pale face appeared on the screen.

"My brother, I don't recommend you go on that ship..."

Angron had no idea what Conrad Coz had seen in his vision.

"Am I going to die?"

"All I saw was disaster!"

A sharp sound rang out in the bridge, and Conrad Coates seemed terrified.

That's enough!

After saying that, Anglong turned his face away.

"Nail! Give me some advice!"

[I'm detecting.]

The moment Lu Heng entered the bridge, he began to explore the spaceship. The ship was covered with a dense mass of living creatures, to the point that Lu Heng now wished he could shoot a light spear at the ship and destroy it directly!

Lu Heng detected a faint glimmer of life in the fourth figure, a power that was utterly repulsive. (The last line appears to be a typo and can be left as is.)

[The Silent Sister is on top!]

"Redemption Guard, let's go!"

Upon hearing Lu Heng's words, Angron no longer hesitated. Kahn and Gol immediately came to Angron's side and escorted him to the armor room. The mechanical sages put the power armor on Angron, and just as Angron picked up the War God's Roar and was about to go out...

He turned his head to look at the mechanical sage beside him.

"Do you have any shooting equipment?"

Angron asked.

......

A Thunderhawk is on the deck, ready for takeoff.

Jedek, formerly the flag bearer of the 8th Company, is now a member of the ammunition assault team.

He was loading ammunition for Thunder Eagle alongside the ordinary people, but he just couldn't understand what kind of assault team the ammunition assault team was!

When he saw Angron and the Redemption Guard, his eyes lit up, then dimmed again. As a master of manual ammunition loading, he was much faster than ordinary people.

Before Angron arrived at Thunderhawk, he had already completed all his tasks.

"Well done, Jedek!"

Angron nodded slightly as he walked over.

Angron's praise stunned Jedek for a moment. Ever since Angron had lifted him up from the tower, the former warhound commander, Ger, had transferred him to the ammunition assault team, which was basically putting him on the second line. But he never thought that he would be remembered by Angron one day.

"For Angron!"

Jedek shouted loudly.

Gel and Kahn squinted at Jedek.

As Anglong walked up the steel steps, he smiled at Jedek. (5)

"Want to come together, soldier?"

When Angron said those words, Jedek was completely dumbfounded. He looked around, seemingly unable to believe that Angron was inviting him.

'Why don't you transfer him to logistics?'

'Kahn, don't worry, I'll transfer him to the kitchen after this investigation is over.'

Nagel and Kahn had already planned out Jedek's fate.

"It is my honor, Your Highness Angron!"