Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The Night Lords slay seemingly unkillable rotting corpses in the darkness, so much so that they have to expend a bit of patience to shred them to pieces.

Foul-smelling, thick water piled up on the ground. Lu Heng had seized control of some of the ships, and automatic machine guns descended from the upper decks above.

Loyal artillery fire began to pour down on the horde of rotting corpses.

At the very front were Kahn and Gale.

Gol kept swinging his power axe. His body, which was much larger than the other war hounds, made him a one-man battle line. Kahn and Varis were beside him.

The wizard's face was pale; overuse of psionic energy had left him in very poor condition.

Frost spread across the ground, and the cold air prevented the stench and thick liquid from spreading.

"Put on your helmet!"

Varis began to speak.

Beware of the plague!

Varus finally felt the intense malice!

Fell Zarost's chief think tank, like other Midnight Lords, hid in the shadows, but after seeing Varis and the Warhound Think Tank's state, he had to emerge from his proud darkness. Sevita cursed the unfortunate creatures as he moved toward the front line formed by his cousins.

"For Angron... ugh!"

One of the war dogs directly in front vomited a large amount of blood. He knelt on the ground, looking incredulously at the rotten ceramic steel in his hand. The grayish-yellow rust was visibly spreading upwards, unstoppable and unstoppable.

The blood falling to the ground seemed to nourish something, spores were born, and flowers bloomed and fruits were produced.

"Grass!"

The warhound glared fiercely at the ground. He grabbed the bolter in his hand, and as countless hands reached out, those gray and lifeless eyes stared straight at him.

Join us!

These words echoed in the war dog's mind.

+Join Charity......+

【Compassion! Compassion! Compassion! Your old mother!!!】

Qi Qiang's voice struck the Space Marine's mind. He grinned and raised the bolter in his hand.

Until... he was submerged.

Yi'su! '

"Black Armor Guard!"

"Rescue our cousin!"

Linsevita stood directly in front of the Black Armor Guards, his cold eyes fixed on the war dog on the ground. The power armor on his body was humming. A Black Armor Guard reached out and pulled him back.

Garan Surak, the chief apothecary of the Seven Warhounds, quickly approached the warrior.

"Poor guy!"

Zero Garan Sulak examined the soldier's wounds and quickly came to the conclusion that the veteran needed to be burned as soon as possible.

He was infected with the plague.

'Is there no way to save him?'

'If you're going to let us all get infected with this stuff, I can try.'

Garan Surak replied in the communications.

【That’s it! 】

Upon hearing Lu Heng's words, Anglong suddenly opened his eyes, quickly retracted his data synapses, and then grabbed the War God and roared. The spaceship gradually began to level off before approaching the planet's atmosphere, which was good news for everyone, as they no longer needed to freefall.

"child."

Angron approached the war dog, his tone gentle and exceptionally warm.

"Father...killed me..."

“I…I beg you.”

Angron looked sadly at the warhound on the ground. He raised the axe in his hand. The apothecary Garan Surak sighed beside him. He was ready to retrieve the gene seed.

【Wait a moment! 】

Lu Heng's voice rang out.

"Can he be saved?"

Anglo's tone revealed a glimmer of hope.

[I can't save him, but... I can let him live in another way.]

Of course... this is just an experiment.

"How do we do it!"

"Angron spoke up."

Tell him it might hurt! Let the little guy hang in there!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a terrifying scene unfolded on Angron's body: countless data synapses emerged from his back, forming a pair of enormous wings with their vibrant, nanoscale, multicolored appearance.

The wings shimmered with light. Whoosh!

"Sanctus?"

Conrad Coates stared at Anglon, at a sight he had never witnessed before.

He watched the scene unfold. An angel had descended? No, the wings on Angron's body were more magnificent and dazzling than those of Saint Geres! VII

Then a horrifying scene unfolded, filling everyone with terror: they saw the wings transform into countless fine threads that enveloped the half-dead warhound's head.

"Dionysus!"

A war dog calls out the name of its brother!

"Ah!"

The intense pain caused Dionysus to let out a huge roar, and Angron felt as if something had been added to his head.

what is that?

What is this?

"A nail!?" (Ling)

Angron voiced his doubts.

[A little tip.]

Lu Heng was experiencing his latest ability.

The new module has been generated.

[Soul data loading complete, already included: Dionysus.]

[Collection complete.]

One thing must be admitted: the Star God's abilities are really... inexplicably useful!

"Angron!?"

Conrad Coates leaned closer and tried to touch the wings.

The sharp spikes cut directly into Conrad Coates' hand, through his armor.

Get away, you little bat!

Conrad Coates' expression froze; he felt like he was being rejected by something.

"You'll keep this a secret, right, brother?"

Anglon looked at Conrad Coz with a solemn expression.

"Of course."

Conrad Coates hadn't yet recovered from the voice in his head, and he nodded stiffly.

P.S.: First update, still four updates in a row! I was just wondering, will I get any votes?! I'll try to save up some chapters!

Volume 1: Chapter 55 (Fifty-Four) - Whispers from Shit Mountain!

Secrets bind them together; the Night Lord and the War Hound are now inseparable.

The war hounds stood at the front, while the midnight lords protected them on the flanks.

The quantity is incorrect.

Lu Heng calculated that although there were many rotting corpses on the ship, the number was obviously not right.

How many people can a ship carry?

In the world of Warhammer, there can never be too many.

The thick fog and smoke dissipated.

When Angron saw the enormous creature emerging from the shadows, he felt a slight tension and a throbbing sensation in his head.

The person we're looking for is near the engine room on the lower deck!

The system has been recovered, but that doesn't change the ship's fate of being corrupted. Even if the Emperor came, he would probably only choose to burn the ship!

"puff!"

A black-armored guard fell to the ground in confusion. He looked at his thigh, which had been smashed to pieces by an unknown object. The intense sense of imbalance made him realize that something was wrong.

[Damn it! Throwing shit at me!?]

Lu Heng stared in shock at the swollen thing, a blasphemous creation made up of countless imperial soldiers. They roared hoarsely, and there was a large hole in his ribcage and chest. Just now, through Angron's superhuman vision, Lu Heng saw that disgusting thing throw something out of his chest.

"?"

Angron was shocked. The usually valiant warrior had silently appeared behind Conrad Coz, a rare occurrence.

"shield!"

"Angron roared."

Conrad Coz felt like he was about to be deafened by Angron, and he turned his head with a puzzled look on his face.

However, Angron disagreed.

A stench permeated the entire helmet, seeping in even before Angron activated the armor's seal. This damned smell made Angron nauseous, disgusted, and even enraged.

The faint light was obscured by the brighter bullet glare, the field of view flickered constantly, and the new creature projected something from its own cavity, turning the terracotta armor on the Space Marine into a swollen joke.

Gel held his large shield high in front of him, while the shield guards held it tightly, the shield clanging as it struck the shield. The green, sturdy shield turned into a corrosive liquid upon contact with the shield, and the sound of it being corroded filled the air.

"Hold the line!"

Ger shouted.

"Forward! Forward!"

"For Angron! Forward!!!!!"

Gol roared, and the war hounds began to advance. The shadows in the darkness began to fall, as an even larger figure slowly coalesced.

"Flamethrower!"

As a veteran of countless battles, Ger immediately discovered the group's weakness: they were afraid of fire!

Several flamethrower soldiers from the War Hounds stepped forward, and before countless greenish-yellow, excrement-like projectiles could be thrown, the scorching flames had already scorched the bodies of these profane creatures.

"Ah~"

Wails sounded.

"nail!"

Looking at the damage to his offspring, Anglong became anxious. He no longer cared about the teachings he had received from Nail, and he grabbed the War God's Roar from his waist and charged forward.

Gol and Kahn were alarmed when they saw this.

[You... never mind!]

I'll provide you with protection!

A crimson aura enveloped Angron, whose wings had long since retracted. Wielding the Roar of the War God, Angron charged directly at the corrupted creatures, his giant axe slashing down from above.