Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"This will be an opportunity for us to deepen our bond with His Highness Angron and the Legion Lord."

The image of the Butcher's Nail appeared in Kahn and Gol's eyes as they stared at it. Zero

"Does our monarch know about this?"

Garland glanced at Gren, who, as the Legion's commander and Angron's second-in-command, harbored doubts about Gren's true loyalty to Angron.

How many nails can we make?

In comparison, Kahn's approach is much simpler and clearer.

Garan sighed. The data was missing. When they liberated Nukelia, the war hounds never imagined they would create such a torturous machine, which led to...

Aside from the readily available Butcher's Nail, the key technology is missing.

"The biggest obstacle we face now is not the mechanical structure for manufacturing implants!"

"This technology is no different from those amplification implant technologies. If we want it, we can ask those priests in the Cult of Mechanism for a lot of this technology."

Garland sighed.

“His Highness Angron and I examined the Butcher’s Nail on the head of Instructor Oinemouth. It has an interface template that can puncture the sensory response layer and the brain’s internal structure, just like the Legion Lord on His Highness Angron’s head.”

Gel crossed his arms and stared at the mechanical creation, unsure whether Prince Angron would be furious if he learned that his sons were trying to replicate the device on his head.

But soon Gerr realized that there were no secrets on the Redemption. The will of the Legion Lord was everywhere, and even the most foolish servants could instantly increase the War Hounds' work efficiency by 200%!

　贰〕←9∑￣肆⊙→． ￠∪ˇ糤‰∩牾※＿+;牭中#转《≡QＵN： The Legion's supreme leader knows about this.

“I need your support, Gale, Karn, your Primarch’s most trusted sons. The Butcher’s Nail will be a secret of our Twelfth Legion.”

What does it mean when the lowest-ranking soldiers of the Legion know that they will become part of the Butcher's Nails after they die?

Is it panic or honor?

How would the Empire view the Twelfth Legion if they learned that it possessed the technology to convert souls into data?

The Twelfth Legion was very weak; they were not as powerful as the First and Thirteenth Legions, which were strong enough to confront the Empire!

Why must it be something so torturous?

"Ger asked," said Ger.

"Emotions are the source of the Legion Lord's power. Otherwise, do you think I would seek out these abhorrent implants? Drive my brothers mad? Similarly, the source of power for the brothers who have returned to the Lord is also emotions."

"With the Sovereign's transformation of the Butcher's Nail, we will surpass the First Legion and become the Empire's most formidable warriors!"

"Even the Shadowmoon Wolves, once they throw away their equipment, are no match for us."

Garan painted a picture of the Legion's future for everyone.

With the Butcher's Nails in place, the Twelfth Legion will be even more efficient at eliminating aliens on the battlefield. They can even abandon traditional communications and use the Butcher's Nails to create entirely new networks. They don't have the massive psionic defenses of the First Legion!

Hedgehog + 4% off proxy "｜Buy∽：鳩si(er肆×￡叁∷'彡But the brothers whose souls return to the Lord can help them.

From space fleets to ground warfare, they will become the Emperor's finest weapon.

Or perhaps it's from Angron.

"What do we need to do?"

Gel and Kahn exchanged a glance; he gave in!

P.S.: Chapter Twelve! I'm going to explore the entire knight world, and there's more! There's more!!! There will be more updates!!! If not, I'll finish writing twenty chapters before 6 PM tomorrow! Is that okay? Only eight chapters left... Waaaaah!!!

So, can I get a ticket? Is that possible?

begging!

Volume 1: Chapter 87 (Eighty-Five) Jedasla!

He sat upon a blue and white painted brass throne, the Empire's demigod with his eyes closed. Heavily armored warriors stood around Angron. The Thirteenth Expeditionary Fleet drifted like a piece of duckweed in the warp turbulence. Countless data and images appeared in Angron's eyes. He and Lu Heng were trying to find a safe path through the warp storm.

until.

【found it! 】

Anglo smiled; they were finally about to climb out of the abyss.

The thirteenth expeditionary fleet burst forth from Mandevi Point and saw a vast expanse of space. It was only a few days away from Nukelia, but in the warp storm, it was like an insurmountable chasm. Even the great Lord of Mankind had not discovered this deeply hidden constellation, but Angron had.

The Sting Redemption came to a stop.

The navigator, weak, stepped down from his position; he needed to rest.

Captain Lotara Salyn gazed at the brown and green world in the distance. As the daughter of the tower, she ordered the surrounding instruments to be turned on, but before she could give the order, the Legion Lord had already done it all. Lotara Salyn took a deep breath. She now felt that she should also be nailed with a Butcher's Nail, so that at least she could ensure that her captain would not be dismissed.

In the vast starry sky, the war hounds are silent, awaiting the Legion Lord's judgment on the world below. Data, like probes, continuously enters the world below, and in a short time, Lu Heng has learned everything about the world below.

This is a world of knights. After the old night, this world remains stubbornly immersed in its own world. They have never explored, nor have they ever wanted to explore beyond this world. Its name is Jedasla.

"購" is the name that the mortals below use to refer to the world they inhabit.

"Jedasla?"

The Imperial Demigod murmured the title as he gazed at the world before him. He now had two choices: first, to suppress them by force; second, to send an ambassador to persuade them to join the Empire!

Anglong chose the latter, even though Lu Heng advised him to choose the first option.

After Angron thought it over, he weighed the pros and cons and chose the second option. He didn't want the War Hounds to become mindless killers. The Empire had no praise for the Twelfth Legion; they only knew the Twelfth Legion as bloodthirsty executioners. Angron was determined to change this situation.

What else could Lu Heng say?

A group of mortal envoys from Kudang descended from space aboard a transport ship. Angron sat quietly on his throne, awaiting news from below—good or bad.

In fact, Angron originally intended to send his sons to lobby, but Lu Heng argued that the situation was unclear and that it was not appropriate to risk the Space Marines. In the end, Angron had the wandering merchants who accompanied him choose an unlucky person.

Time passed slowly, and soon news came back from below.

It's just bad news.

Zero Angron stood on the deck, watching the mortal who shakily stepped down from the cabin. The wandering merchant, who was clearly mentally unstable, had all his servants dead. He was all alone. His mission had failed completely. He looked at the Imperial demigod in despair.

"grown ups......."

"have a good rest."

Angron already knew everything on the ship. With the help of the Legion's supreme leader, the servant images were transmitted back. The knights of the Herbitrax family, belonging to Jedasra, killed all the envoys sent by Angron. They executed and skinned the Imperial ambassadors. Now on the ship, countless human skins are covered with words cursing the Empire and Angron.

"You knew all along, Nail."

[Of course, I don't know; I'm not a god; I'm just speculating.]

Lu Heng just felt that there was something wrong with the world below!

Now, Lu Heng—the Butcher's Nail—has not miscalculated anything.

Alarms sounded, and the Sons of Angron began preparing to cleanse the blasphemous world below.

Just as the Herbie Trax family knights were celebrating their expulsion of the so-called human empire's ambassador, fireworks streaked across the sky.

No one could escape the Empire's wrath after the massacre of the Imperial ambassadors.

And the same is true for this world of knights.

Ash Wolves, the Titan Legion of the Thirteenth Expeditionary Fleet.

Since Angron's return, they had never fought. Now, when the order was given, the divine machines began to vibrate, the mechanical priests began to pray, and as the Warhound-class Titans began to flicker, mortals boarded their cockpits.

Vehicles were transported onto transport boats. This time, the main stage was no longer the Sons of Angron. The Horde warriors roared the names of Angron and the Emperor as they boarded the boats.

As the first batch of airdropped capsules fell from the sky.

On the fertile land of Jedasla, countless herdsman mechs were cultivating the land. When these unarmed mechs saw the dropped pods, they were stunned for a moment. After a few seconds of hesitation, these trained knight squires launched an attack.

The war hounds continued casting their beacons without looking back, just as they had expected. Before the herdsmen mechs could even reach them, a barrage of artillery fire rained down on them.

"Praise be to the Lord of the Legions!"

"A war hound barked loudly."

Once the Sugada beacon was established, ships above the atmosphere began launching their beacons.

As the first Ash Wolf Warhound-class Titan crashed heavily to the ground, the roar of the God Machine began to rise.

The divine machine named Atlantis roared immediately, and Angus, as the captain, quickly marked the herdsman mechs heading towards the surrounding area.

The strike begins!

The bells rang, and the roar of gunfire and the howling of bullets filled the air as knights guarded the Titan.

Compared to the Titan, which is over ten meters tall, those herdsman knights are like tiny toys.

"For the Empire!"

Captain Angus looked at the group of guys who refused to submit to the Empire.

The war machines began to roar!

The empire's death has suddenly arrived!

When the nobles of the Herbitrax family saw the divine machines appear on their territory, they were not only shocked, but also furious!

Countless knights boarded their steeds, ready to launch a counterattack against the empires that had invaded their territory!

The honor of the Herbie Trax family must never be dishonored!

"Something's not right with these guys!"

As Angron stared at the blasphemous words in the image, he sensed something was wrong...

It seems your past experiences have sharpened your mind a bit.

[These are a group of heretics, and also... a bunch of unlucky bastards driven mad by the warp and the knights!]

Lu Heng said.

P.S.: Thirteenth update! Vote, please! Hand over your votes, my godfathers! Waaaaaah!!!

The Jedasla were a knightly family discovered in 36k, near Nukelia... Once inside, they were skinned alive by the Imperial ambassador~ Tsk tsk tsk~

Volume 1: Chapter 88 (Chapter 186) Angron is up to his old tricks! ∥}□々捌←★∈∫

"We are getting closer!"

Captain Uliana Gruner of the Warhound-class Shindara sat on her throne. She could feel the active machine spirit on her Titan. Unlike before, she could feel the entire Titan's machine spirit was extremely active, and all the previous little tempers were gone!

I don't know if it's just my imagination!

Himar and Otsh continued to provide feedback.

Uliana Grune gazed out the window. Across the way was a massive fortress from which countless knights poured forth, so small in stature.

This was a feeling Uliana Grune had never experienced before. Countless pieces of information were absorbed by her in a very concise way. Unlike the complicated and stressful feeling she used to experience, which made her want to fall asleep after a battle, Uliana Grune now felt exceptionally relaxed.

She watched the cannonballs flying towards her from the opposite side, observing the World Knight's attack method.

The Hindala moved forward, using its void shield to protect the Imperial superhumans and the mortal support troops behind it from all firepower.

Countless fragments of the explosion shattered on the void shield of the Hindara, and Uliana Gruneth coldly pressed the button that represented death.

As rows of Titans launched their missiles, the knights who had just stepped out of their homes were instantly torn apart, and countless mortals were blasted into the sky. Mist began to rise at the gates of the Herbitrax family's castle, which had guarded them for countless years.

Even so, the patriarch of the Herbitrax family still refused to give up his idea of ​​fighting against the Empire. He issued a series of orders: The world of Dassla can only belong to them! The Empire?

ridiculous!

But how long can they fight, even if they are just knights?

They were facing an entire Titan army!

And what do they have?

Knights? What a joke!

Countless mortal auxiliary troops and Imperial Space Marines charged forward, forward, and forward again!

The power of mortals ignited the emblem of the knight family.

The Herbie Trax knights began to panic, and the pilots felt the fear emanating from their machine spirits—an endless terror!

The final straw that broke their backs was the Primarch and his guards falling straight down from the sky.

The empty capsule plummeted from the sky. Angron stepped out of the capsule, and before the mortals who tried to grab the fire sticks could even pull the trigger, the surrounding guards had already executed them with bolt muskets. Angron ignored the fleeing knights and squires, walking at the forefront, unarmored, wielding the War God's Roar, killing one mortal after another who tried to stand in his way.

The moment a knight emerges from a portal.

Angron stared at the knight.