Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

“I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I can see Eunouchau questioning me.”

【All right! 】

Lu Heng stopped trying to persuade him; he now wanted to figure out exactly what was going on with Nukelia!

That night, Anglon arrived at the Triumph Hall and sat down on a step.

Beside him were the Redeemer Guard.

The sons of Angron looked at their genetic fathers with expressions of worry, for everyone knew the significance of Eunochord to Angron.

"children."

Angron spoke, his face showing great exhaustion. Although he tried his best not to let his emotions affect the war hounds, the somber atmosphere was still palpable.

As more and more Sons of Angron arrive.

Angron sighed.

"You don't need to comfort me!"

"The Imperial Demigod said."

"This is not a consolation, Father!"

Ger looked at Anglon, who was sitting on the steps.

The Hall of Triumph has been the most glorious sanctuary of the Twelfth Legion since its establishment. From seasoned Terra veterans to nameless newcomers, everyone can reminisce about the history created by the bonds of brotherhood in this sanctuary!

There are thousands of defeated enemy flags here.

The calculation begins from the time of the unification of Terra and ends on the day of Angron's return.

“My lord, we are the hounds of war, we are your redemption guard.”

Ger's voice was very mournful as he looked at Anglon.

The listless Anglon.

"You said we should become the hounds of mankind, the redeemers, but my father, how can we redeem you?"

Angron's brow twitched, and the Butcher's Sting on his head began to flash.

"I don't need redemption."

"You need me, my lord!"

Kahn stepped forward.

This attendant was always outspoken, occasionally flattering but always loyal to the demigod.

"Look at you! Prince Angron, you are so listless!"

How can we stop worrying?

"You are the pillar of the Twelfth Legion! You are the direction we are heading..."

Kahn's voice was full of sincerity. Angron was no longer the spirited young man he had been at the beginning. Weariness was evident on his face, and the sons of Angron felt pain in their hearts.

"Gather the children together."

Angron said in a low voice, but everyone present could hear him.

"Gather around!"

"Ger shouted, and the heavily armored warriors began to gather around Angron. Angron took off his white robe and began to explain to the warhounds his gladiatorial combats in Nukelia.

The sons of Angron listened with rapt attention.

They listened to the gladiators who fought alongside Angron but were killed, and they listened to the teachings of Angron in the cave of Oynormouth.

At this moment, they are connected by blood.

"There is no denying that you are my sons."

At the end, Angron smacked his lips.

"But have you ever considered that I have never treated you as my own children?"

Angron's words made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

"They are our closest relatives and brothers; we fight side by side..."

"Your Highness Angron, it is our honor to be your heir!"

Ger interrupted Anglon, looking at him.

Angron swept his gaze across Gel's face, a smile playing on his lips. He swept his gaze across his offspring, all of whom felt Angron's sincere affection equally.

"Can I use a nail?"

[This is yet another outdated and backward ritual; I do not approve of it...]

I don't object either...

Lu Heng processed various data and handled the Eighth Legion's administrative affairs, treating it as payment for Conrad Coz's use of the machine.

Lu Heng instructed a servant to bring out the items from Angron's room. It was Nukelia's dye. The servant passed through the Sons of Angron and came to Angron. Angron took the box, opened it, and then looked at Gol beside him.

"Kneel down, my commander."

"Angron spoke up."

Ger knelt heavily on the ground, and Angron reached out and dipped his finger in the dye, applying it to Ger's face.

“This is a ritual of the Oynormouth tribe, a ritual that only true warriors can perform. I have already witnessed your bravery. Nail says it’s rather superstitious.”

4 "No, this is the bond between Prince Angron and us!"

Yi Kahn stepped forward and spoke.

Angron opened his mouth, then gave a wicked grin.

"The Legion's sovereign told me to tell you to go to the armory and clean the weapons."

Kahn's face turned deathly pale instantly. He didn't know what he had done wrong, and he could only nod pitifully.

Qi: "Hahahaha! Just kidding! My loyal military officer!"

Angron patted Ger on the shoulder, signaling him to get up.

"Come here, Kahn, it's your turn!"

Sokahn also knelt before Angron.

[A piece of good news and a piece of bad news.]

qAnglong heard Lu Heng say in his mind.

[Although I don't know why the Midnight Lords are in Nukelia, they have found Oynormouth.]

Angron's brow finally relaxed upon hearing this news.

But he had a butcher's nail driven into his head.

Upon hearing this, Angron's fingers involuntarily traced a large circle across Kahn's face.

"???"

Kahn felt the curve of his own face and looked at his genetic father in surprise.

The sons of Angron gazed at Kahn, who had become a large, spotted cat.

For a moment, I had no idea what had happened.

Is there any hope of saving him?

Anglong asked Lu Heng.

Give it a try, I think it might work.

Lu Heng glanced at the red paint on Kahn's face. Kahn looked pretty ugly!

"Okay, next one!"

Angron patted Kahn on the shoulder when he heard the news.

"My lord, why don't you try again?"

Kahn tried to get Anglon to redraw it.

“I’m sorry, my child, the ceremony can only be done once, but I think this circle is quite nice.”

"Quite stylish."

Angron watched as Kahn turned and left like a doormat.

The other sons of Angron looked at Kahn.

"I'm sorry, Kahn!"

"Hahahaha!"

When Angron laughed out loud, his sons, seeing him laugh again, all burst into laughter.

Gel looked at Kahn's face and wrapped his arms around him.

"Perfect for you, Kahn!"

"Get out of the way, Gel!"

Kahn gave Gel's arm a disdainful pat.

P.S.: Chapter 7! Bird Girl! The excitement is starting to build! And I'll definitely finish chapter 20 by tomorrow!

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Damn it! Even this doesn't mean we can't get tickets?! Damn it! There's more! Burn, burn! Four

Volume 1: Chapter 82 - The Return! Lin

Nukaria has changed a lot.

A space fortress under construction orbits the red world below Nukelia.

Cities are under construction on the planet's surface; structures imbued with missions rise from the vast land as the great Primarch returns to his homeworld.

The welcoming ceremony was kept simple. The people of Nukelia heard about the planetary governor's affairs, and the entire planet was once again subjected to a great purge. Those nobles who attempted to overthrow the regime were unearthed from the darkness. During this period, the Nostrama people helped Nukelia a great deal.

Only darkness knows where darkness hides. IV

On the tarmac, the Primarch was greeted by Oedipus, Yochuka, the Great Fool, two Midnight Lords, and the other War Hounds who remained in Nukelia.

As Angron stepped down from the blue and white stormbird, he smiled.

Oedipus!

"My lord, my father!"

Oedipus went to meet him.

Oedipus!

Anglon leaned forward and gave Oedipus a big hug.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't..."

Oedipus expressed his remorse, looking at Anglon with a sorrowful expression. The ordeal at Eurenomouth had deeply saddened him. Anglon silently patted Oedipus on the shoulder.

“It’s alright, Oedipus, I’ve come back to deal with this matter.”

Angron spoke slowly, then looked at Yochuka, the youngest gladiator, whose robust physique proved he had joined the Twelfth Legion.

"Well done, Yochuka!"

Angron patted him on the shoulder in return.

"Hi! Ang! Long!"

Just as Yochuka was about to tell Angron about his efforts over the past few days, he was pushed away by a pair of large hands.

The big idiot hugged her directly, and Angron's superhuman sense of smell began to suffocate. The big idiot had taken a shower, but this was his body odor.

Kahn also sensed this, and he wanted to step forward to stop the demi-human's blasphemous act.

Ge Er shook his head slightly to the side. (Wu)

Angron had smelled things that were even more stench than this, and at this moment he thought the big idiot smelled relatively pleasant.