Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

The flaming spears rained down from the sky, igniting flames on the planet's surface and purifying the earth into glass. The Thirteenth Expeditionary Fleet began to unleash its fury, even though they had no idea what they were about to face.

Luanglong stared blankly at everything below.

"Our mission is to destroy an alien technology."

This was a gesture made by the Silent Sisters. After learning about the Silent Sisters' mission, Angron sighed deeply. He put on the blue and white helmet, and as fresh air filled his lungs, he took a deep breath.

"Guys, all we have now is the target location. This is a battle of speed."

"Go down, find the other nuns, destroy the device that can release the plague, and then get back to the ship!"

"Or we could destroy the equipment and return to the ship."

Anglong looked at his offspring, who were already fully prepared and ready to go, and spoke.

"For Angron!"

A violent roar came through the communication, and Lu Heng turned it down to the lowest volume.

The Midnight Lord will support us from space.

This time it's just us!

Angron felt the warmth on his cerebral cortex and slowly nodded. Yes, this time it was just them!

When the drop pod descended from space, the War Hound was fully prepared this time.

A massive explosion and shockwave swept across the land, dust billowed around, the drop pods crashed to the ground, releasing squads of Space Marines, Land Raiders spun on the ground, and several Thunderhawks flew back into space.

Angron stepped onto the soft, wet ground.

"attack!"

Angron issued his orders.

He gazed at the distant jungle, a slight unease creeping into his heart.

Light spears clear the way!

Several kilometers away, the war hounds watched helplessly as the light spears in the sky frantically plowed through the jungle in front of them. Butcher's Nail didn't care about such things; urban warfare and jungle warfare were often the most dangerous, and he was now determined to eliminate all these dangers.

'Have you been fighting like this all along?'

The Silent Sister was surprised by this strange way of fighting, and she asked Ger in sign language.

玖肆№捌/'贰∶≥肆叁叁≤零伍仲∞QＵn:“Artillery coordination”.

'? '

The Silent Sister hesitated for a moment, "Artillery coordination, is that right?"

Large swathes of trees collapsed, revealing a glass road before them. The hunting dogs quickly took up advantageous positions, watching warily into the depths of the forest, where all was silent.

"Nail, two more rounds!"

【? 】

Although Lu Heng was somewhat puzzled, he still changed a batch of ships, issued the order, and began bombing until the forest was turned into a wilderness. Only then did Anglong walk forward with satisfaction.

Sure enough, Angron's superhuman vision spotted the human remains strangled by trees and vines in the forest. He reached out...

[How about we go back and issue an extermination order?]

"May I?"

Act now!

Angron walked quickly forward, looking sullen.

Soon the group arrived at the edge of a large rift valley, and their mission objective was below.

Angron felt the cold wind blowing against the surface of his power armor, and he seemed to see a pair of eyes looking at him; it was no illusion!

"boom!"

A violent echo reverberated through the rift valley.

All they noticed was a humanoid creature falling from the vines opposite them.

"Enemy attack!!!!!"

Ger roared!

He craned his neck to look at the edge of the cliff, and all he could see were countless humanoid monsters in green camouflage climbing upwards using vines.

"Hounds!"

"Protect Prince Angron!"

Geer aimed his quadruple-explosive bolter at the creatures with green backs but deathly pale faces. VII. 『VIII』⌒

【Unit Two!】

"At least with Angron included, I felt that intense malice!"

As Angron looked down into the rift, he sensed a familiar gaze.

very disgusting!

P.S.: I'm writing a book called "My Years in the Teresen Security Department." I'm using single quotes for Silent Sister's sign language and regular communication, and double quotes for normal speech. Psychic communication is ++, and 【】 represents Butcher's Nails. Also, this book needs the name of a tragic minor character. And it's still four updates a day, so will my godfathers give me votes? Probably. Oh, the nails will still go to the War Hounds. Will I get any more votes? Also, who should I get the new mecha?

Volume 1: Chapter 59 (Fifty-Eight) Operation Shit Removal! Officially Begins!

Now it's 30K. Lu Heng finds it hard to imagine the enormous sums Nurgle must have spent to transform this place into what it is today, to see the seeds sprout, mature, and ultimately...

That would be destruction!

'War dogs are a bunch of lunatics!'

The Silent Sisters had never fought such a frenzied war. It was even more insane than the Iron Warriors. At least the Iron Warriors had their own trenches, although those things couldn't offer any comfort. But this was like having a spear of light slamming right on your scalp, a wave of heat rushing up your face, and death right beside you.

But the Silent Sister saw only fanaticism on the face of the warhounds—a fanaticism for battle and honor.

Below the sheer, steep slope, countless aliens were scorched to a crisp, while those that hadn't died were riddled with holes by exploding arrows. Countless corpses fell from mid-air, and it started to rain!

The bodies fell and piled up.

The fearless veterans fell from the sky to the ground, and the think tanks of the warhounds used their spiritual power to destroy those who desecrated creation.

Angron landed smoothly on the ground first, followed by his son Gol and Karn.

With a look of disgust, Ger threw the alien corpse on his power axe onto the ground.

Cool! So cool!

I've never had such a satisfying battle before!

Although there was no hand-to-hand combat, the thrill of it made Ge Er's spirit exceptionally excited.

Is this the father of genetics' powerful war instinct?

"It's getting foggy!"

It was unclear whether Angron was speaking to his offspring or to the Butcher's Nail.

The Redeemer Guard spontaneously gathered around Angron, with the fearless veterans standing on the outermost perimeter.

Fog is more terrifying than dust. It rises and falls without any warning, and the entire Great Rift Valley is enveloped in white fog in just a few breaths.

"Your Highness Angron, communications have been cut off."

As Ger listened to the busy tone in the communication, the aliens were interfering with them again using unknown technology. This happened frequently, and Ger and the others were already used to it.

"nail."

Have the children switch to channel 13.

Anglo smiled.

Channel 13.

Gel and the others were surprised. After they switched channels, the voice was intermittent, but basic commands could still be issued.

Fog itself is not something to be feared; it's the creature that releases it that should be feared. The thick fog is its camouflage, cold and empty, but it can never devour anything truly scorching!

"Now...we are the hunters!" (Turn)

The Imperial demigod bent low, countless green and red figures appearing on the electronic visor of his helmet. The aliens, confident that the dense fog would engulf them completely, thought they were safe.

[I've marked all friend and foe indicators. Also, I can upgrade your kids' systems when I have time; the temporary communication signal isn't very good!]

"That's enough! That's enough!" Jiu

Angron placed his hand on Ger's shoulder.

"Bring me victory!"

Ger shuddered! He stared at the alien shape that had appeared on his goggles.

"Attack!"

...stone

On the real battlefield, fallen aliens were torn to pieces. The Bird Servant always displayed the most accurate targets. Those aliens who thought they were disguised in the thick fog, they hid well, but under the red light, they had nowhere to hide. Tumor

The war hounds continued forward, even though the thick fog obscured their vision of their brethren, they knew they were with them.

The victory flag of the war hounds continued to flutter in the thick fog.

The death knell for the aliens is destined to toll today, as long as the war hounds stand here, on this earth.

"Ugh!"

A heavy sigh emanated from the thick fog, a mournful sigh that penetrated the fog and the body, and even the hardest terracotta could not block out this sorrowful sound.

The war hounds all heard this sorrowful sigh.

"Move!"

Angron's voice rang out.

"Move! War hounds! Move!"

After a brief stillness, the war hounds sprang into action again, howling and the meat grinder was restarted. The sighs remained, but were extremely faint, as the think tanks shielded the warriors from the corrosive influence of those sounds.

Angron gripped the bolter, a small contraption that felt strangely awkward to him.

Even so, each explosive projectile would penetrate the bodies of several enemies.

Soon, Angron felt the thick fog thinning, and he saw a strange, alien-shaped building. The building was dilapidated, and the faces on the marble had long been washed away by the passage of time. Angron took a deep breath, his heart beating rhythmically. He stepped on the fragments on the ground, which were the remains of aliens and humans.

Angron took a step forward, and he could feel the breeze stop and all the noise around him subside.

"go to hell!"

Angron cursed under his breath.

The alien temple is beckoning to Angron, and the broken gazes of countless distorted moon statues are fixed on Angron with expectation and anticipation.

Angron placed his hand on the handle of the War God's Roar axe at his waist.

"We have discovered the body of a nun named Silent."

Angron watched as a group of Terran veterans carried over the body of a Silent Sister. The Silent Sister had died peacefully; there wasn't a single wound on her body. If it weren't for the fact that she wasn't breathing, Angron would have thought she was just asleep.

"Alert! Fighting dogs!"

Angron spoke, looking at the untouchable. The only surviving nun, Silent Sister, was expressionless, and she made a prayer gesture to her sister.

"Her death was shrouded in mystery, an insult to warriors. As a fellow human being, I will avenge your loved ones!"

Thank you for your kindness.

The Silent Sister responded with gestures.

Only then did she realize that Angron was not a tyrannical person; his kindness was a hundred times greater than that of any Primarch she had ever encountered.

At least... he wasn't an oppressor.

Angron did not reply. He grabbed the War God's Roar and dropped the bolter.

The weighty feel gave Angron a sense of security.

This is the kind of weapon a soldier should use.

Don't blame me if you get poop on yourself later.

Angron shuddered.