Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Kneel down!

The voice of the Butcher's Nail roared from Angron's mind, and under the watchful eyes of all the guards, they saw the knight tremble and bend its steel!

"Angron!"

Gel roared as he raised his power axe. He and Kahn, the two dead men, charged directly around the knight and forcibly pulled the knight out of the cockpit with their bare hands. The steel that had been protecting the knight was now twisted into pretzel shapes in their hands!

Angron ignored the actions of his offspring. They should have known their fate the moment the world returned that blasphemous declaration to the Redemption!

The defense forces of Jedasla World are firing at them with those outdated munitions.

Several mortals circled around behind Angron, raising their weapons.

The moment the bullets were fired, the force field flickered, and thanks to the Butcher's Nail's precise calculations, the bullets bounced back directly.

Angron still did not turn around.

Until Angron arrived at the royal court of this world.

A fortress within a fortress, a world so airtight it resembled a tortoise shell.

Angron moved slowly forward, each step foreshadowing the death of countless people in the world. Two knights emerged from the doorway on either side, clumsily raising their weapons. The next second, cannonballs flashing in the sky glued the two knights and their pilots together!

Angron stood directly in front of the steel gate, squinting as the Redemption Guards gathered around him.

After a long time.

What are you waiting for?

"?"

Angron voiced his doubts.

"Open the door! My offspring are watching! Quickly display the divine might of your legion's supreme ruler! Brother!"

【.......】near

This steel structure is manually operated; in other words, it's purely mechanical. What an idiot!

Anglong blushed as he listened to Dingzi's words. Had his offspring seen him standing there so arrogantly and showing off?

"Gel... open!"

Before Angron could finish speaking, a molten shell grazed the scalps of the war dogs, and even those wearing helmets, like Ger, could feel the intense heat.

They saw the gates before them collapse with a roar, and they saw the interior of the royal court, now turned into lava.

Even a fool could tell that this was the work of the Legion's supreme ruler!

"Which bastard did something so dangerous..." (Slips)

Gel covered Kahn's mouth with his hand. Now Gel was certain that some people still used their asses instead of their brains. He decided that once the Butcher's Nail was successfully developed, the first thing he'd do was implant one in that idiot Kahn's head!

Angron, with a serious expression, stepped through the gate and looked at the knights standing guard in the royal court, as well as the head of the Herbitrax family, who sat on the throne wearing a crown.

"Can anyone tell me who killed my ambassador?"

Angron's voice was faint, but it reached the ears of every knight.

The king on the throne curled up, never having imagined that the empire was such a powerful force!

The royal court was silent, with only Angron's panting able to be heard.

"Commander-in-Chief of the Human Empire!"

"This is the world of the Herbitrax family, and we do not welcome..."

A brave knight raised his voice, and his fate was to have his head lifted up by Ger!

The people around him stared in horror at the head of the knight in Ger's hand. He was one of the few brave and skilled warriors in their world, and now he was dead without even seeing the shadow of his enemy!

Angron's breathing rose and fell in the hall, as if time had come to an end!

No one dared to breathe, no one dared to make a sound, for fear that they would be the next ones to fall.

"Who killed my messenger?!"

Angron roared again.

This time, however, fear began to spread.

Everyone looked toward the throne.

"Now I know."

Angron smiled broadly, and behind him, countless blaster-type bullets rose to their muzzles! ∶∥］＞≤↑

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Volume 1: Chapter 89 I owe you 6 chapters, I'm taking a nap now.

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Volume 1: Chapter 90 (Chapter 87) Who talks about honor with you aliens!

Angron held the crown in his hand, its exquisite gems sparkling, and he was slightly bored.

Blood filled the entire hall; these mortals and those cult doctrines had completely corrupted them, both physically and spiritually.

There are no innocent people here; he could still feel that twisted malice even after the death of those in power...

Angron knew that, unseen by humans, the existence of all humanity was slowly extending its massive hand.

Unit 2.

"Add Angron."

[Angron Unit 2.]

"explain."

[I've recalculated. There are roughly three warp routes from Nukelia to the Jedasla Cluster, including the one we slipped in on. This could be our rear, but it could also be the rear of Chaos.]

Angron knew what Nail was talking about. He was pondering. He didn't know if it was safe to build the rear here. The corrupting forces were everywhere, but this place would become a country within a country. The Twelfth Legion's strength was too weak. Angron needed to find a way out for himself. This way out was not to betray the Empire, but to make full preparations for some unexpected events.

We need our own Mechanicus cult.

Let's name this galaxy! Angron II!

"What do you think of the Shadow of Nukelia?"

【random.】

Lu Heng began to think about how to recruit those mechanical sages from the Cult of Mechanics. Of course, don't expect him to go there personally. Lu Heng knew that if Angron dared to go...

The Cult of Mechanism might actually dare to rip themselves off Angron's head.

He wasn't interested in those madmen who worshipped Om Messiah; he was only interested in the technology and science in their minds.

"A world of knights, yet without knights, how tragic."

We can train our own knights, just as our Titan legion needs a stronghold.

Angron stood up.

"Destroy this place, children! Destroy this oppressor's castle! Redeem those corrupted lives!"

[Oh! Angron II, guess what I found? I found that wizard alien! His ship wasn't destroyed by the warp; instead, it crashed on a rare mining planet. Maybe Conrad would be better off here. He'd teach him a lesson in fear far better than his offspring!]

"Nail! He won't be here, and there won't be any other brothers here either. The Twelfth Legion is also the fear of the Xenomorphs!"

Angron was slightly dissatisfied.

“Ger has the think tanks ready! Let Varis come over; I’ve found him a good opponent, so he can unleash his fury!”

Anglong spoke.

......

A terrifying, writhing chaos of space and countless hidden mysteries separated the stars and Nukelia. Anvel Karl, the most outstanding psionic master of his race, was calculating his own future with blasphemous magic.

This is still the physical universe, which is good news. He doesn't need to worry about the thing rushing over from the other side of the veil tearing his body and soul apart. As a mid-level member of the cult, he knows that human desires are the filthy cravings within the veil. The fallen gods of the Spirit Race have already created a stenchy entity, and the Lord of Humanity is still indulging in his own plans. That cowardly god still possesses humanity.

The stench of rotting corpses emanated from the surroundings. These human crew members had long been turned into puppets by him. Their only purpose in standing here was that he needed these guys to lead him away from Nukelia. Their souls were controlled by Anvel Karl, who had witnessed the arrival of the Imperial demigod.

It turned around and began trying to repair the engine, the mechanic stiffly extending his wrench.

"Sir, it's badly damaged; I can't fix it."

The mechanic was unaware that he was dead, just like the other crew members on the ship.

"It's alright, you've done a great job. Now we just need one last step."

"doing what?"

"Add a small gift for the Lord of Nukelia."

Anvil Karl grinned menacingly.

Stormbirds arrived on the surface of this mining planet from space.

【毫9无生命迹象，4至少8这里2曾经4有，但他们似3乎都没3有撑过旧0夜。】5。⌒

Lu Heng scanned the entire planet. There were signs of human activity here before, but now only deathly silence remained.

How did they die?

[Perhaps it's war, perhaps it's something else.]

"I did not feel any emotional fluctuations."

I sensed several human bases; they seemed to welcome our arrival.

"Welcome? Those inanimate objects would welcome us?"

Angron was puzzled. He began to suspect that it might be some kind of abomination intelligence. Although he had never seen it before, Angron was slightly worried.

[I see it, the wandering merchant's spaceship.]

Lu Heng sent the spaceship's information to everyone in the Redemption Guard, and the think tank members began using psychic energy to discuss how to punish the alien that dared to fool them.

Soon the Stormbirds descended from the sky, and Angron got up and walked down the spiral staircase.

The atmosphere on this planet is still breathable, and the sun's last rays will be extinguished in three Terra.

Where is that alien?

[On the ship, it's waiting for us. Oh, how interesting, it seems to have noticed me watching it.]

This is yet another small trap.

Angron pursed his lips and stopped in his tracks.

"A trap? Can't these guys come up with something new?"

Angron looked at Varus beside him.

“Your Highness Angron, we have changed our tactics.”

"We will kill him with what he despises most!"

Varis looked up; he wouldn't let the father of his genes be put in danger.

Angron nodded as everyone returned to the ship.

Anvil Karl watched the Stormbird slowly rise into the sky, wondering if the monkeys had let him go.

Or perhaps it contains other conspiracies, such as fighting with the glory of a knight and the psionicist he deceived, or something else entirely.

When a missile struck the wandering merchant's ship.

Anvil Karl was furious!

These bastards!!!