Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

“All of this will change, and the problem now is... we need to finish writing the ‘punishment’ we have in our hands.”

"I am a soldier."

Kahn was dissatisfied.

"Those who fail to complete the task within the stipulated time will be sent to the Five Hundred Worlds."

While quickly writing down the information, Geer responded.

"This is also a battle!"

Kahn gritted his teeth and shook his head. He had no desire to be sent to some Ultramarines Legion to learn how to make spreadsheets—that would be a cowardly act!

.......

In the dead of night, the shadow of the ghost flickered in the darkness, its bald, shiny scalp reflecting a sliver of light. Bandages were wrapped around the ghost's body, and its bandaged hands reached upwards haphazardly. Coz had one leg dangling from his hospital bed, while the other half knelt on the cold steel.

Angron was staring at his eyes; he felt like someone was trying to suffocate him.

When he struggled to turn his head, he saw a horrifying scene: Koz blinked his eyes and slapped his face repeatedly with his severed hand. Each slap was very light, but it was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Angron, who had just grown flesh buds!

"Nail! Conrad Coates is having an attack!"

Angron attempted to unleash his power, and after jealousy and regret were absorbed into his body, Angron's pupils widened!

"Koz!"

"Lend me Angron for two days... I don't want to see this damn illusion again!"

"you....."

"Just two days, and I'll return Angron to you! Really! The Midnight Lord and the War Hounds will be allies!"

"Listen to me..."

Every slap from Koz landed perfectly on Angron's mouth, and at that moment Angron really had the urge to get out of bed and kill the madman in front of him.

I'm going to use machine number eight to handle some work.

"You can't..."

Get some rest, it's not like you're not coming back!

"Please take your time."

Angron felt wronged. Although he felt it was a betrayal, he was indeed a cripple now. Even the Primarch would need to rest for a while after being hit by a luminous spear in order to ensure the growth of his demigod physique.

Yes, in a certain sense, Angluon is still a child! □～'〈Two! &

.......

The hatch opens.

Sevita and Shen, the two Midnight Lords, stood up from the side and watched Conrad Coz slowly walk out of the hatch.

"My lord!"

"Sai, Shen, go to sleep."

Conrad Unit 8 looked at Sevita and Shen, the two Midnight Lords. The haggard look on their faces told Lu Heng that these two were worried about their father. But Sevita and Shen were not fools.

"nail?"

Sevita asked a question immediately.

"Yes... I... you can rest for two days..."

Conrad Unit 8 said.

"you can not......"

Sevita wants Lu Heng to return his father's body.

"He places...high hopes on you...The love of a ghost is unspoken. Go to sleep...I will help you with some of the official duties, Eighth Legion. Don't question me!"

The aircraft stared at Sevita, but Sevita stared back at him with unwavering honesty.

"Go and rest, my child, Sai, Shen. I am fine now, better than ever before."

Reluctantly, Conrad Coates logged on and looked at his concerned offspring, responding to them.

After Coz and Lu Heng watched as Sevita and the others left the ship and returned to the Nightfall.

'Perhaps we can talk; I can give you a satisfactory price.'

'I'm no worse than Angron.'

Conrad Coates, having regained his mental clarity, attempts to lure Lu Heng into residing on his head.

[To be honest, my synchronization rate with you is higher than with Angron!] Dove

There was hope, a glimmer of hope ignited in Conrad Coates' heart.

Although it hurt his brother, Koz felt that any price was worth paying as long as he could avoid being tormented by the illusions, and that he could fight better for his father and for humanity.

Your body is too weak.

[It's never the illusions that torment you, but your fear of those illusions. Even if I were above your head, I could still sense the butcher's nail within you—your fear, and what you dare not face!]

【Unit 8, you're far inferior to... Angron. A guy who can't face his own heart doesn't deserve my permanent presence!】 Five

Kozna's soul convulsed; he was speechless. The nail was right, it made sense. Sulfur

But his tender heart was still struck.

But Lu Heng stopped there. Those with mental instability often need to heal themselves. He stepped across the Redemption ship, through the long corridors, and saw a think tank member cleaning the cabins, a bucket and a mop.

He ignored the think tank member and went to his usual haunt. Z

Anglon's office.

He opened the door and saw Gel and Kahn, who were writing furiously at their desks.

"Report... progress, soldiers!" A

Gol and Kahn looked up in astonishment and saw the green construct atop Conrad Coates' head.

"These are the documents we've compiled, totaling... the Legion's supreme leader." Q

Gel stood up and addressed Unit 8 respectfully.

“A nail will do. That’s what your father called me… but… his language… his mind is too deeply hidden.” N

Gel lowered his eyes; this was not something he could bear to hear.

“We need… the support of the entire forging world. Nukelia’s resources are too limited; there’s still room for improvement.”

Upon hearing this, Kahn immediately handed over his self-criticism.

"That's right, utter nonsense, rewrite it."

Kahn's face was flushed; he would rather fight the alien head-on.

"You too, Commander Ger."

Machine Number 1 looked at the gloating Ger and slowly spoke.

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Volume 1: Chapter 70, Section 69: The Lion: I refuse!

"My lord, why don't you laugh?"

Sitting in his wheelchair, Angron stared blankly at the jokes that Unit 8 was telling him. To be honest, the fact that he had been pushed here was a joke in itself!

Angron didn't want to engage in a war of words with the No. 8 unit in front of him. He looked at Koz, who was controlled by nails, swallowed his dissatisfaction, and looked around at the surroundings. He found that the Lion had not arrived.

"No need to search... the lion is naturally in his palace."

Lu Heng spoke while controlling Unit 8.

"So what did he compensate for?"

Angron asked without any hesitation. Here, almost everyone is one of his own. And the fact that the Lion almost killed him and Nail, even if he said nothing happened, only represented his own opinion. What about Nail? What about his offspring?

These were all unknowns. The nail wasn't on his head, which made Angron feel insecure. He couldn't even feel the temperature of the nail on his head, nor could he feel his emotions.

"A lot of...technology, talent, and other..."

Angron nodded slightly, then felt a slight pain in his neck. Now that Butcher's Nail had confirmed the Lion's compensation, he no longer needed to demand it.

"So can anyone tell me why the lion came to us?"

Angron looked at Conrad Coz, but his gaze was fixed on the Butcher's Nail on his head.

"Knights..."

"They are better at those things..."

Angron's pupils contracted; perhaps he had found the answer now.

......

Ryan stepped aboard the Redemption once more, and the aura surrounding him silenced the Space Marines.

He felt a little uneasy, but he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because of the debt he owed to his brother?

Many people say that he speaks like an emperor, but only Ryan himself knows in his heart that he is not Him, he is the forest, a restless forest.

When he arrived at Anglona’s palatial office, Sevita, Shen, and Ger were waiting for him. Although Ryan was curious as to why Sevita was there, wasn’t Conrad Coates already able to get out of bed?

The brass-colored door slowly opened, and Ryan knew the answer.

He instructed the knights to wait for him there, and he went into the house alone.

Angron, Coz, he still has... a nail.

"How is the recovery going?"

Ryan sat down on the sofa, and only then did Angron really take a good look at his older brother.

His face bore the marks of time, his eyes were sharp, and his emotions were restless and uneasy. Doubt filled the heart of this elder brother, much like that one.

Even when facing his own brothers, he resolutely did not remove his armor.

"Thanks to my brother's little gadgets, at least I can use a wheelchair now."

Angron responded with a smile, but his words sounded extremely grating to Ryan's ears. He looked very embarrassed and could only force a smile on his face. He didn't know if Angron was mocking him or flattering him, or if the former was more of a joke.

"I was fighting at the time, and the enemy was very strong. That gleaming spear helped me a lot. I must say, Ryan, your appearance was very timely. This is not an insult."

Angron sensed the lion's unease.

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to tattle."

He added another sentence, which completely reassured the lion.

"Feel sorry."

The lion expressed his apology.

"No need to apologize. Although this is our first meeting, as sons of emperors, we are bound by blood."

Ryan nodded slightly. Angron had given him a good impression. Even though he was in the wrong first, the lion gave Angron a perfect score in his heart. Among all his brothers, the one with the lowest score was Riemann Qi^-【洢≠？ ！ 鳩棂№∥跁〉SoUsuo：Rus!

"Brother, I have a favor to ask."

“Speak, Brother Anglon.”

The lion looked at Anglong. Since there was a request, it was very easy to handle. The lion did not want to owe any of his brothers a favor.

What are your thoughts on the creatures in the warp...?

The lion raised its head and looked at Angron. The glint in its eyes told Angron that the lion must know something.

"Those were just some stupid things..."

“I have just been through two battles. One was against Xenomorphs that can travel through the warp, they call themselves Heraf. The other battle was on the surface of that planet, a planet corrupted by warp creatures.”

Angron’s tone was very flat.

"What do you want to ask?"

The lion had very sharp eyes, and he stared directly at his brother.

"How did you resist those voices?"

How did you learn that?