Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

When Angron woke up in bed, he gasped for breath in terror; he had dreamt that mushrooms were growing all over his body!

Angron awoke and patted his body haphazardly. Only then did he realize that he was lying on a soft bed. Cold sweat streamed down Angron's face. He looked around at the familiar surroundings. This was his room, but Angron did not dare to be careless. He first touched the Butcher's Nail on his head.

The nail is still there.

"nail."

Anglong called out to Lu Heng softly, but the nail did not respond.

hallucinations!

It's that damned illusion again!

Anglong rolled off the bed and reached for a weapon. He then removed an ancient lamp that had been there for who knows how many years. As the commotion in the room was heard, the door was quickly opened. When they saw Anglong looking tense and serious, they were completely bewildered as to what had happened.

"Your Highness Angron!"

Wugel moves forward.

Qi: "Don't come any closer!"

6. Angron waved his long lantern, looking unusually comical.

The room was silent, with four humans inside.

The Primarch and the three Sons of Angron stood silently, and the hatred in Angron's eyes brought sorrow to the faces of Gol, Karn, and Varus.

Sieger stood between Kahn and Varis, waving his hands in an attempt to prove that they meant no harm.

"Your Highness Angron!"

"Hey Varis spoke up."

"Get out of my way, wizard!"

Varis felt as if a sharp blade had pierced his heart. He opened his mouth, but the words remained unspoken for a long time.

"Shut up this damn illusion, Angron Unit 1... Kill them!"

"Kill these bastards pretending to be my offspring..."

Could you please stop doing these ridiculous things when I'm resting?

Angron was digging his toes into the carpet, his face flushed, but the most sorrowful atmosphere in the entire arena was actually that of Varus, who was almost crying!

But as the son of Angron, he still managed to suppress his feelings of grievance after being scolded by his genetic father.

Prince Angron has had a mental breakdown.

Varis explained.

But Ger and Kahn clearly didn't believe it.

"Sorry... I was half asleep. How long did I sleep?"

After hearing the sound of the nail, Angron visibly relaxed. He went to Varis's side, patted Varis on the shoulder, and the silent comfort made the chief think tank feel a little better.

“One day, my lord.”

"One day? We found the Silent Sisters?"

Angron asked.

"Only one was found; there are still seven more on the planets below."

Gert revealed the information he had received from the Silent Sister.

"The entire survivor squad, except for Sister Silent, has been dispatched to the planet below. They have been infected with the plague, and the Garan apothecary has no way to treat it."

Tell me what happened to that ship?

Angron interrupted Ger.

"This Silent Sisters squad is on a mission from the Emperor, but even if the mission is aimed at us, it's kept secret!"

There was a hint of resentment in Ger's tone as he said this.

"After the seven-man team descended to that planet, they lost contact, and on the ship... a cult infiltrated. The rebellion was suppressed at the outset, and the cultists all died, but their deaths were just the beginning of the plague... a problem that can corrupt people into the walking dead..."

"Okay, I got it!"

Angron closed his eyes. He had already received the information sent by Nail.

"The survivor squad that was thrown down?"

"We lost contact."

Ger reported to Anglon.

Angron knew that something was inviting them down.

What is the Midnight Lord doing?

"Okay, I know!"

Angron nodded, which made Ger, who was about to speak, slowly exhale. He felt like someone was stealing his report, so he looked at Varis.

It wasn't me!

?

Tsk! A wizard!

Gel was slightly dissatisfied.

"Now let me go see that nun."

Ang Qilong put on his shoes, then looked at his nine offspring with a serious expression. [￡8↑]♀

.......

This is a prison cell. With no certainty as to whether Sister Silence is infected with the plague, the war hounds are well prepared. The red case indicates that this cell can be thrown into space at any time. When the speaker grille emits a static spray sound, a twisted and strange noise comes from the mechanical shriek.

Then a calm voice rang out.

“I believe this is our first meeting. I am Angron, the lord of the Twelfth Legion.”

“Tell me your mission.”

Angron’s voice rang out as he looked at the Silent Sister wiping her weapons through the one-way glass.

'I'm sorry, this is the mission entrusted to us by the Emperor!'

I cannot explain this task to you.

The speaker emitted the sound of a table being smashed.

"For your sake, my offspring have been almost entirely wiped out. As the son of the emperor, what are you hiding from me?"

"I don't want my descendants to die without knowing why!"

Enraged, the Silent Sister stared at the darkness directly in front of her.

'Feel sorry. '

"No need to apologize for destroying that planet!"

Soon after, Angron issued an order that surprised everyone.

'You can't do this, Your Highness Angron! My sisters are still here!'

"Then tell me your mission! Otherwise, I'll throw you down too! Without our help, you can try to save your sisters whose fates are unknown! Try to complete the important task the Emperor entrusted to you!"

A tyrant, exactly like a tyrant.

The Silent Sister listened to Angron's four voices, which reminded her of Petullabo.

'Please throw me down.'

Angron looked at the Silent Sister making the gesture, scratched his head, and felt that the nail method wasn't particularly effective.

"You guys get out."

Angron drove his own children away.

Tell her that chaos is coming, and without cooperation, none of us will survive; then threaten her!

"Chaos is coming! Tell me everything you know! Otherwise, I'll tell Father that you have betrayed the Empire!"

'You can't...'

"Look at him, is he my father? Or your father?!"

At that moment, Angron felt like a complete scumbag!

But this girl is also a foolish nun!

P.S.: This is the fourth update, albeit belatedly! Will I get any votes?! Will I?!

Volume 1: Chapter 58 (Fifty-Seven) - The Desires of a Loving Father!

"To be honest, I think we could try an extermination order."

"Actually, we don't need to go down; it's too dangerous with those nails."

Angron tried to persuade Nail not to go down to the planet, which was full of strange things, and Angron was also filled with a sense of unease.

Although he believed in nails.

We'll encounter those things sooner or later. Haven't you always wanted to see if there are demons in this world? This is a good opportunity.

"I believe!"

Anglong's tone changed very quickly. (Nine)

But Nail could tell that Angron simply didn't want to go down.

[Alright! The valiant warrior chose to retreat, oh... I'm truly disappointed.]

Disappointed...si

Angron's forehead veins bulged; he mustered all his strength, stood up, and slammed his fist into his chest.

"I, Angron, am fearless! I just feel a little nauseous!"

On the other side, Sister Silent, having realized she had been tricked, sat helplessly in a chair, with Ger and Kahn chattering away like chatterboxes in her ear.

"Does the Silent Sisters have any good doctors who can treat this condition?"

'No! ’

The Silent Sister's gestures were unusually violent; this was the price she paid for the War Hound's deception of her feelings, and of course, she was telling the truth!

Mental illness, who can cure it!

......

"child!"

A deep voice echoed through the highest heavens, and the garden was filled with laughter and merriment as the dead and the living praised the supreme being before the cauldron.

As an unparalleled being, he had never experienced such a situation of being driven away in his entire life. He kept stirring the green bubbling soup in the crucible with a withered wooden spoon.

He led Anglon here, he paved the way for Anglon to the garden, and he opened his heart and his barriers to Anglon without any defenses!

Fate shouldn't be like this. He should praise himself instead of being influenced by some madman in his mind. That's not right. He should be joyfully accepting his gifts as the ship crashes and his offspring are infected with the plague, and then understanding the love of a loving father on the path of fighting against him, becoming a part of the garden!

Instead of...

Only confrontation.

Behind the curtain, the father's enormous hands frantically stirred the soup in the crucible. All the cold physical laws that constituted the material universe paled in his hands, and time turned into nothingness.

Fate is constantly being manipulated, taking shape, yet to unfold, fraught with conflict and contradiction...

The last lesson.

[Get out!]

The binary curse of the butcher's nails echoed in the loving father's mind for a long time; the future was all nothingness.

The first time the benevolent father became angry.

8. "Sooner or later I'll put you in a pot and boil you for ten thousand years!"

The loving father muttered to himself, his anger now tempered with kindness, to the point that his child felt an endless jealousy toward the thing that could be thrown into the pot!

Qi.......