Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Go away!"

Despite his disgust, Angron cleaved it completely in two with a single axe blow, flesh and blood splitting apart. As the corrosive liquid dripped onto Angron, a red shield slowly rose.

"Nails! They're in so much pain!"

Anglong sensed it, felt their pain and suffering, and... their longing for liberation. Anglong reached out his hand.

This might be a trap.

Lu Heng kindly reminded him.

But Angron resolutely placed his hand on the slowly healing, blasphemous creation.

【idiot......】

Lu Heng cursed in disgust.

As endless pain flooded Angron's mind, he was using his abilities to help them find release, however...

+Child....+

The instant a completely different voice resounded in Angron's mind, he felt as if he were being embraced by a great being. This feeling made him involuntarily want to close his eyes. The gentle voice continued to coax him into his mind, urging him to join... to join them...

[I already told you, this might be a trap, you idiot!]

When Lu Heng's voice rang out, Anglong was instantly awakened. He was convulsing from the intense electric current. He saw the blasphemous creation in front of him being annihilated by his power. He saw a thin figure standing directly in front of him in that illusory vision.

"nail!"

This was the last sound Angron uttered.

The moment Angron collapsed backward unconscious, the Redemption Guard rushed forward in panic, oblivious to the aliens around them.

Before the ghost's swift figure crashed to the floor, his thin hands caught Angron completely. Conrad Coates didn't know what was happening to Angron, but he saw fear, and tears began to stream down his face.

"Brother! Angron! My brother!"

Conrad Coates tried to hold Anglon in his arms, just as Anglon had once done to him!

This is my machine, it's mine! You damn CS player!

Join me... the garden will cheer for you, and the world will shine brighter because of your arrival!

[You foolish thing! I am the great, unspeakable One! Do you know who you are speaking to? I am the Supreme God, the Destroyer of Gods! I am the Doomsday! Your Doomsday... Kneel down now! Await your death!]

+.......+

+You definitely have some issues with your head...but!+

Angron, in Conrad Coz's arms, suddenly opened his eyes, and endless psionic energy erupted from his body. The brilliant psionic light of Chief Varis and Chief Zarost, even after they closed their eyes, their souls were still being burned.

[Screw you! I'm not an emperor! Get out of my way, you piece of shit!]

Lu Heng released all the emotional power he had absorbed from Angron during this time, and the powerful shockwave swept across the entire ship. Conrad Coz saw that figure, that small green phantom in front of him and Angron, roaring at the indescribable being of the High Heaven!

"Father?"

In his confusion, Conrad Coates whispered as he saw Angron struggle to his feet, his eyes rolling back as he roared at the surroundings, venting his frustration!

"My lord!"q

Gel watched as Angron, wielding the Roar of the War God, charged into the horde of corpses. He struggled to his feet, while Karn glanced at Varus and the others lying on the ground.

"Take good care of them!"

"Ger shouted."

"We can manage ourselves, Kahn, go after them!"

"Varius said weakly!"

P.S.: Second update! Two more updates to go! Can I ask for votes?! Please?! Please?! Please?! My godfathers! liu

Volume 1: Chapter 56 (Fifty-Five) - The Kind and Approachable Angron (Approximately?)

A surge of brute force coursed through the ship. Despite the numerical advantage of the rotting corpses, under Lu Heng's control, Angron's body was operating at its peak; his speed was so great that even Conrad Coates couldn't see him.

He followed behind Angron, with Ger, Kahn, Severta, and Shen further behind.

A fierce close-quarters battle ensued. The roaring, berserk Angron absorbed the tormented souls, transforming their emotional power. The annihilated creatures turned to greyish-white dust, and gods descended to earth.

Whenever Angron walked to a deck, the surrounding automatic turrets would rise automatically, and even the corrupted servants would begin to gleam green in their eyes, choosing loyalty in their own way!

Loyalty needs no further explanation!

"Discard your shield!"

Gol roared, and the Terran veterans chasing behind threw their shields to the ground. The Father of Gene had opened a path for them. These veterans, who had just experienced the first impact, felt exhausted, but even so, fearing the Primarch's madness, they still gave chase.

Chop! Smash! Kill!

Enraged, Lu Heng used his own methods to kill all corrupted creations, including all mechanical creations!

Everything that could move, rise, launch, or fight was summoned by Lu Heng.

Oh, right!

Lu Heng thought of the corrupted machine spirit on the ship.

[I'll electrocute you!]

The torrent of red data relentlessly washed away the machine soul that was being suppressed in the corner of the system by the Butcher's Nail. The weak, pitiful, and helpless Lu Heng dismantled this unfortunate thing bit by bit. Perhaps it had tried to resist before, but Lu Heng didn't care; he held a grudge!

They fought their way down from the upper deck to the lower deck, smashing open the hatches as countless rotting corpses stared at the spot where the light shone.

"Roar!"

Do we fear death?

Does death tremble?

Yes, imprisoned souls will!

Lu Heng felt the trembling of those souls, and he opened one door after another like opening a blind box!

Fear began to spread, and Conrad Coz was breathing heavily. He thought the Night Lord should really learn from Angron what true fear was!

The silent roar echoed throughout the ship, and the loudspeakers were filled with Angron's intense roar. Conrad Coz felt like he was probably deaf!

A powerful echo filled Conrad Coates' head, and a buzzing sound mixed with hallucinations appeared before his eyes. Whenever a hallucination arose, a roar would pull Conrad Coates back to reality, and a strong sense of dizziness made Conrad Coates' brain extremely uncomfortable.

"vomit!"

The intense dizziness eventually caused Conrad Coates to retch while clutching the steel on the deck next to him.

Brother... my brother...

......

Around the engine room, the survivors put up a last stand. When a strange roar came over the loudspeaker, the crew began to wonder what kind of blasphemous thing was making that noise.

“Sister… perhaps we should abandon this ship. The plague has begun to spread, and we are short of ammunition and food. Perhaps we should find a route. There are still several escape pods on the deck.”

A naval sergeant stepped forward, looking at the Silent Sisters left behind on the ship. His words undoubtedly angered the other tech priests. Ignoring the binary curses, the naval sergeant looked at the Silent Sisters. They had been surviving in this small, dark space for a long time. Food was scarce, medicine was gone, and even ammunition was only enough to repel one wave of invasion.

When the plague spread, they retreated here immediately.

The Silent Sister used her hand to speak to the sergeant in front of her.

'My sisters are on the planet below, carrying out the Emperor's great decree; this ship cannot be abandoned!'

"As you can see, we are now simply experiencing a slow death."

The sergeant continued to try to persuade the silent nun in front of him to lead them in breaking through the encirclement.

"Roar!"

A piercing roar echoed down the corridor. The Silent Sister did not answer the sergeant's question. She put on her helmet, drew her sword, and the sergeant, suppressing his nausea, followed behind her. He vomited violently, the revulsion causing him to shake his head slightly.

creak.

"Sir! There's something outside the door!"

A naval crewman ran over and spoke to the two men.

boom! boom! boom!

The steel gate made a series of loud banging sounds, and it could be seen to be deforming and twisting. They didn't know what the thing outside was, but everyone was prepared. No matter what rushed in next, they had plenty of ammunition!

Everyone stared at their last line of defense. The steel twisted and hissed. When a pair of large hands completely tore open the steel door, a pair of white eyes appeared through the crack.

The overwhelming sense of despair caused a soldier to lose control of his hands.

boom!

A laser beam fired, striking the edge of the narrow slit.

【? 】

Lu Heng shrank back. Were these survivors insane?

The gunfire continued unabated. Lu Heng stood outside the door, deep in thought for a long time, wondering if the so-called survivors had also had their brains damaged by the plague!

The sounds of gunfire lingered for a long time. Lu Heng squatted to the side, looking utterly forlorn. After a while, Conrad Coz walked over, clutching his dazed head. Beside this demigod of the Empire were the panting Midnight Lord and his warhounds.

"What happened! Brother?"

Conrad Coates looked at Angron, who was crouching on the ground, and was momentarily puzzled, but he soon heard the sound of gunfire coming from inside the room.

"..."

Lu Heng, controlling Angron's body, pointed a finger with a wronged expression at the steel door of the engine room.

Geer could no longer tolerate it.

"We are the hounds of war! The Twelfth Legion of the Empire! We're here to save you!"

Gerr roared and kicked the door.

"Who dares to fire upon the great Primarch! Who is it! Show yourself!"

Ger kicked the steel door frantically, his voice silencing everyone inside. The terrified crowd finally stopped.

"You are... a rescue team?"

"Whoever fired at Prince Angron, get out here!"

Gel didn't answer directly. He looked at Angron, who was squatting on the ground, and felt heartbroken! The war hounds were heartbroken to the extreme!

What a kind and gentle man their father was!

Of all the Primarchs, Angron never asked anything of them!

What if an imperial prince is insulted by a mere mortal!

Unforgivable! This is absolutely unforgivable!

The door was so badly damaged that it couldn't be opened at all. Then, a pair of large hands tore the door open.

boom!

A terrified mortal pulled the trigger in fear.

Gol and Kahn remained silent for a long time.

Kill him!

P.S.: I'm writing a book called "My Mecha Girls, My Regiment" by the Federal Head of State. It's quite good if you're interested. Dear godfathers, I've removed the Nantong symbol; I'm not very good at writing about Nantong, and I need a lot of minor characters... One more chapter! Will there be any votes? I'm working very hard on writing!

Volume 17: Chapters 5-7, Chapter 6, Chapter 56: Nine Scoundrels, Ang Qilong! 8^#+

On the left is the former legion commander of the Geer Warhounds.

On his right is Kahn, the company commander of the 8th Company of the War Hounds.

Lu Heng had one hand restraining one of Angron's unruly offspring, while the mortal who dared to shoot at him was sitting on the ground, terrified and wetting himself.

I was so scared I peed my pants.

Dao Wanfeng's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, pierced through him. This mortal was experiencing the treatment of an enemy of the empire for the first time.

The scalp on Angron's head kept writhing. Conrad Coates saw this terrifying scene. In the darkness, Conrad Coates could also see faint arcs of electricity flickering.

I don't know if this is just my imagination.

......

Foul stench, death, dampness, spores!