Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

It's like a certain kind of medicine; once you've been exposed to it the first time, you can't avoid being exposed to it a second time.

Conrad Coates, whose head was bald, lost his last strand of hair as he writhed like a maggot.

Ryan saw Conrad Coates's miserable state and gripped Conrad Coates tightly.

"Brother... I will avenge you!"

Revenge? I don't want revenge, I want nails! I want nails! Illusion, damn illusion!

No! ! ! ! !

Conrad Coates' tears further confirmed Lane's inner thoughts.

"Alawayne!"

The lion looked at his only remaining son who could stand, Arawyne, a warrior from the Ninth Order. As a newly recruited Space Marine, he bowed to the lion. He had just survived the clutches of the Midnight Lord and the Warhounds. As for his other brothers, they were long since unconscious.

"Your Highness!"

Alawayne stepped forward, though his voice sounded strange.

"Take those things out!"

The lion's words were not to be refused. This was the last thing he could do for his brothers. He couldn't let his brothers die at the hands of the aliens, because of the secrets belonging to the First Legion.

On the hospital bed, Angron's brow twitched slightly. From an unseen perspective, a nanodata synapse drifted toward Alavien's power armor and then disappeared into it.

......

"Hey bro!"

Despite his swollen face, Alawayne, under the astonished gaze of his brother Redros, still recounted the instructions given to him by the Father of Genetics.

"You are..."

Redros didn't go to the ground, and the fact that the lion had been kicked to the ground by Conrad Coz, who was controlled by the alien, had become a secret among Arawine and the others. They even formed an inner circle on the spot, determined to take the shame of this father of genes to their graves while being beaten, and they would never utter a word about it, not even in death.

"He fell."

Redros nodded silently. Everyone has their own secrets, just like the First Legion, with an inner ring within an inner ring. Within the guild, everyone is nameless, but outside the guild... what guild?

"This is Dreadwing's reliquary. Follow me and never stray from it."

Alavien nodded. This wasn't his first time in Dreadwing's artifact chamber, and it might be his last.

The Terrorwing's Sacred Relics Chamber is filled with numerous artifacts; which of the six wings doesn't have a vast collection?

Weapons treasured by the Emperor since the Age of Strife in ancient Terra, you can find weapons from both humans and non-humans here, including singularity drives, directional bio-weapons, and even time-reversing devices. Some of the non-human weapons have been explored, while the uses of others are still unknown.

Each of these weapons, once thrown, would be catastrophic, for humans, but for the Xenomorphs, they would be a sword hanging over their heads.

It has multiple layers of security and identification locks.

Alavien gazed at the weapons entrusted to the First Legion by the Lord of Mankind. What other legion could be entrusted with such a responsibility besides the First Legion?

Riemann Russ? Magnus? Or Peturabo?

Even the Son of Return did not receive such an honor!

They are the Emperor's exterminators, they are the Emperor's final line of defense, and the First Legion is the true means to solve the Legion's problems!

This is the purpose for which the First Legion was created! This is why they are called the First Legion!

However, Alavien did not notice that a nanometer-sized tentacle fell off his body. Normally, the Sacred Repository should not contain even a speck of dust, let alone a living being, but Lu Heng was not one of those creatures.

Human laws cannot bind Lu Heng.

After all, he is a machine now.

Now, this tentacle is to lie in wait, and when the time is right, this data cable will collect all the little secrets of the Dark Angel.

The First Legion's stuff is good, but the stuff belonging to the Twelfth Legion is even better!

Some weapons, even Martian mechanical priests would be startled by countless binary codes upon arriving here.

　柒;＇牭★洢6:≡】'【{○＠仲qUn: And now they will welcome their new owners!

"This time I won't take you to open the Sandalwood Order's armory."

“Those weapons were for the enemies of the Empire, but this time I will lead you to another order, my brother. Although the Lion has sent you here, you must know that we must keep secrets.”

The inner ring is inside the inner ring.

Redros, the Lord of the Dreadwings, looked at Alavine.

"I will introduce you to this order, but as you also know..."

"I will report everything I know without reservation, except for the secrets I possess."

"Better so."

Redros nodded slightly.

Redros led Arawine to a large gate made of adamantite, which was decorated with simple yet magnificent features, and was engraved with unknown flowers from ancient Terra.

Calla lily.

"Noble, sacred, and selfless."

"Redros said in a low voice," and with a chime, the door slid open silently.

Redros looked on with reverence. The items inside once represented unique treatments for both humans and aliens. They were irreplaceable and each one a rare treasure. Redros had never imagined that this place would one day be opened.

Under the admiring gazes of Alavén and Redros, the data synapse sent all the information it had obtained to Lu Heng without reservation.

【are you awake? 】

"I'm alright, but I feel unwell and can't stand up easily. What happened?"

"You'll die if you pretend, your silly brother brought me food!"

'Wait, does he have that kind of thing on his ship?'

[Of course! ]

Angron suddenly opened his eyes. He forced himself to stand up and, under the watchful eyes of Ryan and Conrad Coz, rolled off the bed and crawled laboriously toward the door.

He doesn't want to eat shit anymore!

P.S.: First update of the day! Four updates today, but I'm stockpiling chapters...!!! There will be a big update this week! Hmm... so will I get any votes? Brothers! Will I get any votes? Godfather! Give me some! Just a little bit!!! Your votes are my motivation to update!

Volume 1: Chapter 67 (Sixty-Sixth Chapter) Everything was guided by the Emperor!

Angron was carried back to bed by Ryan, and then he vomited all over Ryan's power armor.

This was not what Anglong thought, but rather Lu Heng had stimulated Anglong's stomach. Although this ugly behavior made Anglong very embarrassed, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction when he saw Ryan's even more embarrassed face.

No, that's not right!

Anglong was too badly injured. It was unclear whose doing it was, perhaps Lu Heng, or perhaps it was Lu Heng's doing, but as soon as Anglong closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he vaguely saw countless apothecaries surrounding him, holding all sorts of strange and unusual things, some like human creations and others like alien creations. They tried to throw off his head, and then he heard wailing sounds.

Garan, the chief apothecary of the Warhounds, stared expressionlessly at the dark angels being rammed into the ceiling by the Butcher's Nails. He shook his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

The Butcher's Sting was no longer a strange secret among the Legion's high command. They were even somewhat relieved that the Butcher's Sting on Angron's head wasn't the scum version, otherwise a Mad Genocide Primarch would have been a disaster for the entire Warhound!

"What's going on inside?"

When Ryan's voice rang in one of the Dark Angel's communications, Lu Heng sent out a message that everything was normal.

The Dark Angel Pharmacist, whose power armor was locked and whose brain was even controlled, could only watch helplessly as the mechanical alien on Angron's head crushed and devoured the First Legion's treasures. Meanwhile, his cousin Garan and the Midnight Lord's Pharmacists were still chatting and laughing as they fed the alien.

Blasphemy! Blasphemy that's absolutely urgent!!!

Soon Ryan outside the door noticed something was wrong in the operating room. When he rushed in, he silently looked at Garan, who was throwing First Legion props around, and his offspring, who were pinned to the spot by the ceiling and fixed to the ground.

"Alien!!!!!"

Seeing the enraged Ryan, Lu Heng quickly crushed the remaining food, copied the data, and retracted his tentacles. It was a pity that there was still a lot of food left to eat!

Even so, the future Warhounds still have many of their own trump cards.

Thanks to the Second Empire War General for his collection.

For a moment, Lu Heng felt that it was worth it for Angron to take a hit. Look at which legion could be so merciful?

What's with all this talk about the First Legion's secret search? He's already got all those secrets inside his stomach!

Lu Heng wondered if the First Legion should fire another shot at Angron.

"Alien!"

Ryan slammed his fist on the steel beside him, glaring at the Midnight Lord and the Space Marines of the Warhounds.

"You know what you're doing!"

"Even if you were the sons of Conrad and Angron, I could still do this..."

Just as Ryan was about to pronounce judgment on Garland and the others' crimes.

The Silent Sister approached Ryan, who was untouchable, and waved her hand gestures.

'Your Highness Angron, there's no alien on your head.'

'That was a gift from the Lord of Humanity to Prince Angron.'

'While Angron was seeking revenge for me and my sisters, he fought a duel with the aliens, and at the crucial moment, Prince Ryan hurled his light spear at Prince Angron.'

Ryan stared intently at the Silent Sister, who was shorter than him, while she calmly looked back at him. At that moment, Ryan felt like a clown, removing his hand from the bent steel.

The lion panted and closed his eyes. Ryan turned and left the operating room without saying a word, overwhelmed by anger, guilt, and a host of other indescribable emotions.

"Brother!"

Ryan stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Angron lying on the hospital bed. His expression was complicated, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

扒×~伍♀⌒6，⊥▲ˉ4'⊥牭@∑兒澆‰∪瘤∪¨羣＝▲:“Sorry......brother.

Angron's lips curled into a smile. The pain in his body prevented him from getting up. Compared to Conrad Coz, whose bones were broken all over his body, Angron's internal organs were more severely injured. He was only able to survive thanks to the Butcher's Nail and his demigod-like physique.

"You... don't need to apologize."

Even though Ryan was proud, he couldn't bear to see his brothers in such a miserable state. Although Ryan was a ruthless commander on the outside, he still had a tenderness for his brothers in his heart.

Even Leman Ruth, whom he hated the most, was, in Ryan's eyes, a brave warrior who fought for humanity.

But at best, he's just a warrior with brute force.

A soldier without a brain.

No! It's a crude wolf!

Damn it! I'll beat up Lehman Russ the next time I see him!

Ryan was filled with mixed feelings. He saw a resemblance to Leman Ruth in Angron, but the two were not the same. Angron lay on the hospital bed, grinning foolishly, a constant smirk playing on his lips. Ryan finally sighed and returned to Angron's side.

The demigod's body sat in a chair that was completely incongruous with him.

"I......."

No need to apologize.

Angron's voice was extremely weak, as if he were about to die in the subspace at any moment.

This made Ryan feel even more guilty.

"My brother, how should I...how can I repay you...your legion..."

The proud lion finally bowed its head before the wretched Angron, gazing at its brother, who lay unrecognizable on his sickbed.

A coke that can speak human language.

“Ryan..…”

"On our first meeting... don't you think you sound a bit like your father?"

"The Lord of Mankind also... hiss... told me back then that he would compensate me with a legion."

Listening to Angron's words, Ryan realized that a legion seemed like too much of a price for the Dark Angels.

"But I refused. We're brothers... Hiss! No need for words between brothers... Hiss!"

Listening to Angron's words, Ryan felt that this Primarch, who had just returned to the Empire, was more human than his mad brothers. Ryan instinctively covered Angron's hand.

"To the best of my ability... I..." Ling

bang.