Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Ryan listened to the cracking sound coming from his hand, and he silently stared at Anglong. Anglong also silently stared at Ryan. Anglong could feel the bones in his hand, which had almost healed, shatter again.

"How about... you let me rest and recuperate?"

Angron's lips twitched incessantly. He suppressed the urge to curse Ryan and forced a smile, trying to drive Ryan away.

"it is good......"

Ryan nodded stiffly.

The lion slunk away, but before leaving, it didn't forget to pull its offspring down from the ceiling.

"grateful."

Angron looked at the Silent Sister.

The Silent Sister nodded slightly.

'Everything is guided by the Emperor.'

She used sign language.

P.S.: Second update is here, two more to go! Will my godfathers still have votes? Will they? Will they? They should! You're working so hard! You'll definitely get votes!

Volume 1: Chapter 68 (Sixty-Seven) - The Nail of the Legion!

"I will keep the oath I take today."

Varis looked at Gel and Kahn standing at his door. Although he didn't know where these guys got the idea that the think tanks had other ways to meet the Father of Genes, he examined all the think tanks and saw the unease in the heart of the newly established Tethys think tank.

Varis said nothing, his eyes lowered as he turned the ring on his hand.

"That's only right. My brother, the father of genetics, is currently in a coma, and we..."

"I have something important to report to the father of genetics!"

I need to give you an update!

If you want to chat with your dad, just say you want to chat with your dad. Why bother with reporting?

He looked at the two men with sorrowful faces. What are they pretending for? They used to treat the think tank like wizards, calling them wizards this and that!

“Galan…”

Varus glanced at the chief apothecary standing behind the two men. He could accept Gale and Kahn's reasons, but did the chief apothecary of the Warhounds also want to meet the Father of Genes in the Great Dream Network? Aren't you by the Father of Genes' side to take care of him?

That's a bit incompetent!

“We know very little about Butcher’s Nail, although it has become a consensus among the brothers. Father in his normal state, and that father... what we can see, but as the chief apothecary, I should know about Father’s mental state.”

"Galan said shamelessly."

"...Never mind, come with me."

The group accompanied Varis to the Witch's Treasury. Countless coded messages and books appeared before their eyes, and the books on the shelves exuded an ancient and worn aura. When they arrived at the altar in the hall, Varis extended his hand.

"Lie down, and I will take you to see the Father of Genes, but again... it's dangerous. Perhaps in the future we will have other ways to connect with the Father of Genes, but for now... you must be prepared."

Varis looked at his brothers.

"Of course, my brother!"

Ger patted his chest with his large hands, then lay down on top of it.

"Tethys".

Varis stared at the little traitor who had exposed the think tank's secrets.

"The ship is dirty. Clean it up. Before sunset on Terra, I hope your hands can make it spotless."

Hearing the think tank director's punishment, Tethys wanted nothing more than to slap himself, but he ultimately lowered his head.

+Then go and go to Mars with Jedek for further studies! +Er

The psionic words rushed into Tethys's mind. He stared at Varus, who was usually unusually kind. Now, in the dim candlelight, Varus's face appeared unusually pale. He moved his lips.

Varis looked at Tethys's pained expression and sighed slightly. Becoming a mechanical monk was ultimately too cruel.

Go to Qianzi Academy; the masters there can teach you how to better protect your secrets.

Tethys's expression softened somewhat, but he remained pale.

Is this considered a suspended death sentence?

......

"Hold your minds, my brothers, and follow the guidance of the power of the heart."

The think tank leader's voice echoed in everyone's ears. They felt their psychic energy begin to surge from their bodies. Under Varis's guidance, they felt the coldness of the universe, and... angry roars.

"Roar!"

The group suddenly opened their eyes and saw several fathers in the dark passage!

The red was filled with anger, ferocity, and a hard gaze; some even drooled.

That's Angron Unit 1.

Is this the father?

Kahn raised questions about this.

Varus, in his spirit form, glared fiercely at Kahn, who had spoken up.

This silenced Kahn.

+Your Highness, the Great Angron Mass Production Machine!+

Varis moves forward.

These are the sons of Angron; they have important matters to report to the Great Nail.

Gel listened to Varis's words with a slight sense of blasphemy, and he warily stared at the back of the think tank chief's condensed spirit form.

nail?

He knew all along! Varis knew all along!

And he hid this secret within! This infuriated Geer!

"Roar!"

"Sniff!"

Before Gale could even ask a question, he felt a familiar face approach him. The crimson Angron mass-produced machine lowered its body and sniffed Gale's body. Finally, the Angron mass-produced machine picked Gale up with its large hands, extended its data tongue, and licked Gale's head hard.

Gerd is like this, Kahn remains, Garland...

Angron's mass-produced machine sniffed and then picked up Garan.

"?"

Discrimination?

Galland was puzzled.

+You have the blood of the Son of Angron in your veins, that's enough.

Varis mumbled that actually, the guy who gets licked gets in more easily, like some kind of privilege, but so far Garan doesn't seem to have that privilege. Maybe Prince Angron is throwing a tantrum at the kid who wants to operate on his head.

As they walked through the grand hall, a complex of towering, dark, and painful emotions.

They saw countless Princes of Angron patrolling the area, their angry gazes fixed on them.

Everyone dared not express their anger.

Until they arrived at the place where Angron had once declared his liberation in Nukelia, a huge arena.

"You shouldn't have jumped off my four heads! Instead, you jumped onto my brother's head!"...wu→

"You'll scare them if you do that!"

[Your body is severely damaged, with a 78% chance of mechanical failure. If he hits you with another spear, you'll be dead!]

"But you can't! You should have been able to fix me!"

【对对对！但我更在意那头喜喜欢森林的雄狮被我揍一顿的惨状！】

"You... Varis?"

Angron looked at the group of people who walked in.

"My lord, Ger and Kahn have important matters to report to you."

Varis respectfully saluted Angron and Lu Heng, then stepped aside, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

Gel and Kahn blushed, racking their brains to figure out how to explain their presence there.

"My lord! So... this is the alien?"

Garland stepped forward, gazing at the green figure of the Butcher's Nail, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"This is the Butcher's Nail, my comrade... my family!"

[The supreme ruler of the Warhound Legion!]

Put aside your wariness. I've approved your recent experiment; I have some data here that I'll send to your terminal later.

After praising the great nail, Garland said nothing more and stepped aside, satisfied with his visit.

"And you, my children, what do you have to do with this?"

He never paid attention to the four claims of the Butcher's Nail, since everything in the Legion became well-organized after he woke up.

"My Lord..."

Today's official documents have been approved; I will have Conrad Coates proofread the remaining parchment.

"you can not!"

Angron roared in despair.

Your bones are broken.

"I have a mouth!"

Yeah, you're just being stubborn!

Varis and Kahn remained silent; they were now completely confused about who the true leader of the Legion was!

[Gentlemen, do you know how I'll punish you for such dangerous behavior?]

When the sound of nails being driven into play rang out, Varis and Kahn broke out in a cold sweat.

P.S.: This is the third update of my loyal fanfare. There's one more update today. Will I get any votes, my godfathers? Will I? I think I will! Just one more update and I'm done. I'm saving up some chapters! Okay? Don't give up on me! Don't give up on me!!! Feed me some! There will still be four updates tomorrow! Okay, brothers? You can do that, right?

Volume 1: Chapter 69 Chapter 68 is well written, but it's utter nonsense!

Anglon's office.

Gel and Kahn were writing furiously on the table: battlefield layout, combat characteristics of each legion, their organizational structure, summaries, official documents, and... reviews.

"That was just an alien."

Kahn muttered to himself.

"My father also regarded him as the paramount leader of the legions."

Gel sighed, put down his pen, and loosened his fingers. He wished so much that it was Anglon who walked in.

"What if other legions found out...? Search QQ group: 200000"

"What did you find? My brother, those blasphemous instruments of the First Legion? Or those machines of the Fourth Legion? Every legion has its own little secrets. Among the legions that returned to the Primarch earlier, their secrets are like darkness within darkness. Why can't the Warhounds keep them?"

"The Twelfth Legion is already too far behind. We don't have the complete nation that the Ultra Warriors have, and the new recruits of Nukelia are not enough to support the entire legion."

"The Ash Wolves Titan Legion, the barbaric warriors of the Newman Gun-wielding Tribe..."

Gerd paused here and looked at Kahn.

His gaze was filled with sorrow.

“They and us…the hounds of war, you know my brother, we are rife with suspicion.”

Gol looked at Kahn.

"Insect!"

Kahn muttered a couple of sentences and quickened his pace of writing.