Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Anvil Karl quickly ordered the manipulated crew to activate the ship's shields, but it was too late.

As the entire ship was blown apart by missiles, Anvil Karl could feel the self-destruct device he had personally set up for Angron explode.

Mechanical engineering is my field, you idiot!

Anville Karl listened to the mechanical voice coming from the radio.

"This is not my future!"

Anvil Karna's small mouth on its oval head hissed.

He unleashed his psychic power to its fullest potential!

This group of humans has absolutely no honor!!!

P.S.: First update, nine more to come!

I fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about a weasel, but why did I find there were no tickets when I opened my eyes?

As expected, people can't sleep; no updates, no votes! Damn it!!!

Tickets, please!!!

Volume 1: Chapter 91 (Eighty-Eighth Chapter) - Luring Them In to Be Scammed!

Anvil Karl did not die; his powerful psychic abilities saved his life.

Even so, a burst of arrow fire came from Anvel Karl's left, and a blue psionic shield rose up on his body.

"You despicable fellows!"

Anvel Karl roared in High Gothic, his black oval head staring at the dust billowing from the explosions around him. Countless projectiles pierced through the mist and struck his psionic shield. Anvel Karl teleported several ships to his side, attempting to withstand the firepower.

The think tanks used tactics learned from the Dark Angels, and whenever Anvil Karl tried to use witchcraft, another think tank would interrupt his casting from another direction!

The overwhelming firepower from all directions prevented Anvil Karl from unleashing his sorcery.

This alien still possesses immense power!

Suppress him, don't let him unleash his witchcraft!

Where's Varus?!

He's employing new tactics he learned from his cousin!

Varus hid in the darkness, something he had learned from the Lord of the Night. He slowed his heartbeat and breathing, making no sound even as he stepped on the gravel!

Although Varus is not the true Lord of the Night, he has now become one with the darkness.

The father of genetics was right.

Regardless of their history or past, other legions always have something to teach us!

Anvil Karl was already annoyed by the harassment tactics of these Space Marines.

"Angron! Your father has deceived you! You have no idea what abyss he will lead humanity into!"

"You think everything you're doing pleases him? You're all just dispensable sacrifices in his so-called grand scheme!!!"

Anvil Karl's psionic shield shattered, but the think tanks still possessed psionic shields, though their numbers were pitifully small compared to some legions, they were still present.

"Alien, you think you know more than I do?"

"We are not madmen driven by bloodshed; we are warriors. Do you think you can force me to attack the Emperor with your blasphemous words? Humanity is a community, and the Emperor is the leader who can lead humanity today!"

“We are fighting against darkness, and you are part of that darkness.”

"Alien, your end has come!"

Anglo's lips curled into a mocking smile as his voice drifted from the Stormbird's communication system: How could the great son of the Emperor be swayed by a few words from an alien?

Anvil Karl remained silent. He knew the responsibility he bore: he would kill the offspring of this human demigod and then tell him that even aliens possessed noble virtues!

≡≈1『)珋∷》jiu阾♂〓齐≠○跁0華■索！ :As a psionic master......

"puff."

Anvil Karl had just caught a small mouse when he felt the sound of his flesh being pierced. The sound was faint, but it traveled through his bones into his head, followed by the infusion of psionic energy.

"Got you! Alien!"

Varis's voice rang out behind Anville Carr.

"You...I am..."

Flesh and blood exploded. Varus looked at the alien whose body was mostly blown apart by his psionic energy. So easily. This alien was still obsessed with his past glory, but the real danger had already reached him, and he was still unaware.

Anvil Karl lay on the ground, breathing heavily, his vision blurred. He couldn't understand why these humans had no honor at all.

His past experiences began to flash before his eyes, and he thought of his exterminated people, who had once been the overlords of the galaxy.

"I......"

"I'm......"

Anvil Karl wanted to tell his name, to tell these shameless warriors about the glorious history of his race.

But what awaited him was an imperial demigod.

Butcher's Nail extended its data synapses, and countless cables probed into Anvir Karl's remaining body. Anvir Karl tried to resist with his mental power, but he had very little mental energy left!

He could only watch helplessly as his past glorious memories vanished and shattered.

His soul was compressed into rows of code, and countless data were uploaded into Lu Heng's system, after which he obtained the information he wanted.

【delete.】

Varis watched as the body of the Anvil Karl alien on the ground turned into annihilation and dissipated in the air.

He was the last of their alien species.

Lu Heng's words were filled with sadness.

Anglong couldn't understand why Nail was so sentimental. He wanted to offer some words of comfort, but couldn't find the right words. Could it be that this guy's soul had corrupted Nail?

His world has already been destroyed; I even want to go to their house and raze them all to the ground.

Hearing Nail's words, Anglong finally breathed a sigh of relief; Nail was still Nail.

Nothing changes.

[New materials have been uploaded to you. This is some data about Tantric Buddhism, an organization whose mission is to destroy humanity and starve Chaos.]

I suggest we give the intelligence about this organization to Makado; he knows what he'll do.

Lu Heng felt excited at the thought that he could find something for the Emperor and his old buddies to do.

"I will do it."

Angron nodded.

"Varius! Well done!"

After Angron and Lu Heng finished dealing with the alien matter, he looked up at Varis.

"Fulfill the mission!"

Varis bent down.

"By the way! Nail, what's the deal with this human base you mentioned earlier?"

Angron suddenly realized.

......

The decaying steel stood amidst the mountains, and the ancient war machines had long since lost their luster. Angron walked on the ruins of the battlefield, holding his breath as he gazed at the kneeling Titan in the very center of the battlefield. It was a Titan, a huge Titan that had suffered severe damage.

And this was only what Angron could see.

What truly excited Angron was the factory in the distance, still faintly glowing. Even though the factory was long covered by vegetation, its outline was still noticeable.

【Maybe......】

Nail tried to use data to get into that factory.

We're going to get rich!

Anglo smiled; he had already figured out how to trick the Martian Mechanicus into coming to Nukelia.

A world of war relics, a magnificent work of humankind.

Now Angron can be certain that the Herbitrax family may be the victors or the refugees of this war, but who would care about a minor nobleman who was banished and refused to submit to the empire?

"Varius sends communications to Mars."

"Tell me that the Twelfth Legion has found a brand new STC template."

Varus looked puzzled. How could they have discovered the STC template before they even went inside?

But he still nodded. You tricked them into coming here to kill them, huh?

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The Jestas can be considered a family that was corrupted even before the Horus Rebellion. When the Empire first discovered this world, the Empire's ambassador was skinned alive and killed, and then blasphemous quotes were written on his skin. Hmm, this planet is very close to Nukelia, so it was written there. However, since it's a world of rebellious knights, I'll just call him a ghost.

So, am I eligible for a ticket?

Please, godfathers, if I don't update, I won't get any votes... If I update like crazy and don't sleep, will I get lots of votes...?

Volume 1: Chapter 92 (Eighty-Nine Chapters) Shadow Moon Wolf? Take it!

“You’re in the wrong place. You should be here, not here. If you’re any slower, I’ll be spotted by that alien at this distance. After all, I’m not the real Lord of the Night.”

Varis and the think tank were conducting a battle debriefing. At the request of the Legion's sovereign, they began to analyze some of their experiences in fighting this psionic being. Gel and Karn stood aside. This time, they had adopted the tactics of the Dark Angels and the Midnight Lords. In fact, the First Legion did have a knack for dealing with psionic beings.

"What if it's an ordinary soldier?"

"Not your think tank?"

Kahn voiced his inner doubts; he could sense the power of that alien sorcery.

"Ordinary ammunition is indeed useless against these wizards, so we need energy weapons and close-quarters combat. Their bodies are very weak, so like I just did, you guys switch your psionic energy for plasma pistols."

Varis explained.

"Now there is a new problem."

Ger stepped forward and looked at his brothers around him.

"Jedek is on Mars now. Should we grant him the privilege of being a War Hound representative on Mars?"

Gel made a joke.

But the warhound commander soon realized that his brothers seemed to have taken his joke seriously.

......

Jedek walked along the muddy path on Mars, his gaze fixed on the distant site where General Calbo Hal was cast.

That territory was filled with endless towers and steel fortresses, thick black smoke rising from huge chimneys. Jedek could feel the constant buzzing and roaring sounds, from knights, factories, and divine machines.

"cousin."

When a deep voice rang out, Jedek turned his head and looked at his cousin beside him.

Regulus.

This is a Shadowmoon Wolf. Unlike his brothers, he wasn't tricked into joining the Shadowmoon Wolf guild. As the representative of the Shadowmoon Wolf guild stationed at the Cult of Machines, the numerous mechanical gadgets on his body demonstrate that he is also a technical soldier.

Beneath his red robe, Regulus revealed his mechanical emblem.

"Have you cut off your emotions like those masters?"

"Jedek asked."

"Indeed, I never imagined that the Warhounds would send people to Mars. My lord is very happy about the return of his new brother. What makes him happiest is that Prince Angron has integrated into the Empire so quickly and has won the praise of many princes, which surprises him."

"What's so surprising? Surprised that my father, the sovereign, is trying to win the Emperor's favor?" (∥3－>+≯六∴」№

Jedek narrowed his eyes. As a war hound, he had somehow developed the ability to subtly sense other people's emotions. He didn't know if his brothers had the same ability, but for now, he needed to keep this secret.

"Look at what you're saying! Aren't we brothers?"

"It's expressive."

Barbarians.