Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

'Let's not meet again.'

What should we do about the Legion?

I will get a new machine.

'? '

Upon hearing Butcher's Nail's words, Angron was shocked. What did you say?! What are you saying?!

We are not comrades-in-arms or good brothers!

What do you mean by getting a completely new mecha?!

P.S.: First update! Three more updates to come. I'm saving up chapters. Hope you guys will give me some votes!

Volume 1: Chapter 63, Unit 8, Conrad Kurtz!

Darkness, stench!

The arid abyss holds no secrets of the tragic battles that took place there.

When the battle ended, Ger and Kahn could no longer bear the thought of losing their father, so they jumped off the broken bridge.

Exploring in the abyss.

The moment the lights shone on the body of the Imperial demigod standing in the center of the arena, they saw a strange creation on Angron's body, with green light and countless cables constantly moving back and forth on it.

"Father!"

Gol roared and howled, and then he saw Angron staring at him with the whites of his eyes, his terrifying skull reflecting a white light under the lamplight.

"Father!"

Kahn dropped his weapon and staggered forward, countless data synapses blocking his way.

Those slender data tendrils shielded Kahn in front of him. Lu Heng was helping Angron recover his body, and this was not a time to be disturbed. Lu Heng was recording the recovery progress of Angron's body, and tender flesh buds were slowly reviving on the white skull.

Before everyone's eyes, they saw a strange-looking creature slowly crawl out from Angron's head. The green metal emitted an eerie green light, and it was fiddling with something on Angron's body. The whole scene was extremely frightening and unsettling.

Lu Heng slowly pulled his data synapses out of Angron's essence. He was like a small giant spider, constantly moving back and forth on Angron's body, with hundreds or thousands of tiny data synapses embedded in Angron's body.

Gerr raised his gun to the muzzle, then lowered it again, watching Lu Sanheng perform blasphemous acts on the body of their genetic father.

"what is that?"

Gel didn't understand, but he could tell that his father was being treated by the mechanical creation.

"Release the father of genetics!"

Kahn, driven by his protective instincts, rushed over, but a surge of spiritual energy quickly pulled him back. They then saw the chief think tank leader of the War Dogs slowly approaching.

Varis shook his head slightly.

"The butcher's nail is helping our father."

Varis gazed at Lu Heng's peculiar creation. At this moment, he could feel the vibrant life force emanating from Angron. Varis knew that even though Angron looked extremely miserable, his life was not in serious danger.

My heart is beating steadily and strongly. Apart from the somewhat blasphemous scene before me, everything else is pretty good.

"This is our secret."

"We must protect him."

Varis spoke in a very calm tone, though his voice trembled.

"The Dark Angel and the Midnight Lord have airdropped two drop pods and are flying towards you!"

Whatever you're going to do now, you'd better act immediately!

Captain Lotara Salinji quickly reported the situation to Varis and the others via communications. As Ger looked at the rapidly flying drop pod in the sky, a bad feeling arose in their hearts.

As the airdrop pod swooshed down onto the ground, they discovered that the Butcher's Spike, which had been above Angron's head, had leaped off his body. Countless dense data spikes crawled rapidly across the ground, and Angron, who had been supported by the Butcher's Spike, collapsed to the ground.

In his last moments of consciousness, Angron saw the facehugger-like creature detach from his head and body, like an alien hunter that had found its next prey, hurtling straight toward the green drop pod that was falling in the distance.

Nails! My nails!

In his final moments before losing consciousness, Angron let out a painful wail from within.

.......

The airdrop capsule door opened quickly.

Ryan, the father of the Dark Angel genes, only saw a demigod's body fall to the ground in the distance, and in an instant, Ryan's heart sank!

"Brother!"

Then he saw something fly into his face. Before he could react, the Midnight Lord's drop pod slammed right in front of him, raising a cloud of dust. Ryan, with a mouthful of dust, didn't even have time to complain about Conrad Coz's dangerous move.

He then heard a series of wails.

That was a painful wail coming from Conrad Coates' mouth.

"Your Highness Koz!!"

"War Dog!"

"Damn it! What is this thing?!"

Upon hearing the roars of Midnight Lord Sevita and Shen, Ryan circled around to the front of the drop pod and witnessed an extremely bizarre scene: a mechanical alien was frantically drilling into Conrad Coz's head.

As Ryan watched this horrific scene unfold, he could see Conrad Coz's meticulously styled black hair gradually falling out through his superhuman vision, metal coiling around his head, bones cracking, and creaking sounds like Conrad Coz's agonizing screams.

Lord of Deathwing, Hougu, stood in front of Ryan with a grim face, but Ryan pushed his son aside. The Lion Sword was in Ryan's hand, and he didn't know what to do now.

The moment the drop pod landed, he sensed that the alien was targeting him, and Conrad Coates' arrival undoubtedly helped him avert this deadly attack.

"Ah ...

The wailing continued, and Ryan remained silent. He felt his cloak grow unusually heavy. He could see Angron's charred 'corpse,' and he could see his brothers being tortured by the alien machines. Was it because he was about to lose two brothers in a single day?

It's my own fault!

"Let him go! Alien!"

I will be your opponent!

Ryan put on the lion helmet, and he watched as tiny data synapses appeared in Conrad's black eyes.

He saw the Midnight Lord and the War Hounds standing helplessly beside Conrad Coates.

What it wants... is him!

"It's an honor... I'm extremely honored."

Conrad Coz spoke, but Ryan immediately realized that it wasn't Conrad's voice at all; it sounded more like an electronic noise from a puppet.

"Alien, what do you want?"

The knights circled around Ryan, watching him warily.

Sevita gripped the chainsaw, as did Shen.

'Kahn! Prepare for battle!'

With whom?

Kahn raised the chainsaw sword at his waist.

'The First Legion is a bunch of useless trash!'

Gol had no prejudice against the First Legion. Even though Ryan was the Emperor’s most beloved son, whose Primarch wasn’t a son of the Emperor?

Regardless of what exactly happened to the Night Lord Primarch, the culprit is the Dark Angel. Who the hell would be so kind as to throw a light spear at their own Primarch?! This is a fight to the death!

P.S.: Second update, two more to go. First, please vote! Sorry it's a bit late, brothers! I have to go out for a bit! Also, let me explain why I call Angron the second unit: it's because Angron was originally red, so red = unit number 2. Hmmm hahaha! Will I get any votes? Brothers, will I get any?

A book by py, "Man in False Scriptures, Iron Brave Beats Ashes," is set in the dark fortieth millennium, in the purgatory galaxy.

"Didn't you say you were going to give me a superhuman physique and a powerful system so I could have fun in a world of swords and magic? What did you do to me, Byd?!"

"Didn't you say you were going to Terra?!"

"Byd, which Terra have I ended up in? And what kind of false scripture is this? What do you mean by saying that Warmaster Saint Geres and Guilliman launched a rebellion?"

Looking at the Astartes Codex before him and the MKV power armor emblazoned with the Iron Warrior insignia on his body, Semis fell silent.

Then he looked at the golden flames that had suddenly risen beside him.

"Run! Run! I don't want to get caught by that weasel. That guy wants me to work myself to death. All I do is switch between soul and matter, is it really necessary?"

Volume 1: Chapter 64 (Sixty-Three) Let's see if these guys have water in their brains!

Conrad Coz was not the mecha Lu Heng wanted, at least not this crazy guy. He wanted to climb onto Ryan Eljonson's head and become a real butcher's nail, so that Ryan Eljonson would know the pain his brother had suffered!

But things didn't go as planned. The appearance of Conrad Coz forced Lu Heng to choose this machine that he had somewhat disliked.

But unexpectedly, Lu Heng didn't experience much resistance from Conrad Coates.

This masochist was unexpectedly enjoying it all, seemingly wanting to uncover the secrets of Butcher's Sting and Angron's head.

The lion drew his finely crafted sword, panting angrily. Thanks to the Emperor's genetic technology, the lion had faced humanity's enemies countless times throughout the galaxy. Those aliens might be ignorant, arrogant, or even insane, resisting the Empire and the Emperor. Yet, time and again, he had conquered those worlds for the Emperor. The lion had never been defeated, whether in personal combat or in war.

And once.

The lion looked at Conrad Coates in front of him.

"Who allowed... you to... project light spears onto... our... heads!"

The intermittent, hoarse howls told the lion that the one now possessing Conrad Coates was definitely not his brother.

Another kind of existence?

This reminded the lion of the whispers on Caliban, those blasphemous and filthy beings.

"Get off my brother!"

The lion brought down its sword, its speed so fast that those around it couldn't even see it clearly.

'War dogs!'

Sons of Angron! This is our war!

Gel opened the communication and looked at the dark angels stepping forward. He had long wanted to see if these so-called First Legion warriors could also suffer.

But when a clear voice rang out, he stopped in his tracks, and all the war hounds heard the electronic voice in the communication channel.

+ Nails protect our swelling ÷￠ 转：〖肆＜∥陸√_9*＾嶺〓7)≥lin原体！ +

Varus stepped forward and used his psionic voice to transmit his message to the minds of the Midnight Lord and the Warhounds. As one of the few warriors who knew of the existence of Butcher's Nail, he understood that if Butcher's Nail had wanted to, Angron's brain would have been shattered countless times by this abomination!

Sevita was panting heavily. He saw his father glance at him invisibly. It was his gaze. He was not being passively controlled. On the contrary, Sevita was the one who understood this crazy genetic father better than anyone else.

The lion's sword slashes downwards.

Mercy and understanding, like two lightning claws, crossed and struck the lion's blade, but the Primarchs were also different.

Conrad Coates felt the pain of his fractured arm, but the next second he felt nothing at all.

'You're the one who's been helping me all along, aren't you?'

'Are you the creation that will change the future of Angron?'

'I can't see you! Can you tell me...'

Shut up! Feel the present moment, engage in the emotion! Empty your mind and body! Then defeat this proud lion!

Conrad Coates' incessant chatter thoroughly infuriated Lu Heng.

[New mech loading!]

[Conrad Unit 8 has been named; new modules are being loaded!]

[The Eye of Prophecy... Loading...]

Leon looked at Conrad Coates, and something felt off. This wasn't Conrad Coates' usual tactic; at this moment, Conrad Coates seemed more like a manipulated puppet! He was learning, learning how to fight!

This kind of wide-open, aggressive fighting style reminded Ryan of that barbarian, Leman Ruth! Qiu

Conrad Unit-8 charged in front of Leon, its lightning claws aimed at Leon's waist. The sword swung down through the air, blocking the two claws, and with a roar from Leon, he forcefully pushed Conrad Unit-8 backward.

The battle between the two demigods was dazzling; it was a battlefield completely outside their reach.

"bang"

Hearing the sound of weapons hitting the ground, Ger saw Sevita throw all the weapons he was holding onto the floor.

"Sevita!" (Three)