Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Regulus thought disdainfully to himself, but on the surface he still smiled and acted indifferent.

“My cousin, you seem less like a Space Marine and more like a competent politician. You and I both know that Warhounds hate those high-and-mighty things. If you’re here just to ask about my father, I suggest you call my father, the Sovereign!”

Regulus remained expressionless upon hearing this.

"If you ask me to drink or have a fight, I'll be very happy!"

Jedek casually punched Regulus in the chest with his fist, and the sound of metal clashing echoed in the air.

"Warhounds have no interest in vying for favor. For humanity and the Emperor, this is all we have. Don't test me. Although we are mindless, we are aware of the tense relationship between the princes, like that of the Dark Angel and the Space Wolf. Although we are of different blood, we are still brothers. Regulus of the Shadowmoon Wolves, tell me where the tavern is on Mars. I... am dying of thirst!"

Jadek said with a wronged expression, as a technical sergeant sent to Mars by the War Hounds to learn, he wasn't simply arrogant; showing weakness or being tough was easy for him. When he was sent to Mars, Angron and the Legion Commander had already spoken with him. (8)

He came to Mars to seek allies, not to make enemies on all sides.

"I'm sorry, this is my fault." (Qi)

"Just stop thinking to yourself that I'm a barbarian." - Lu

Jadek muttered, and even though his voice was soft, Regulus's expression visibly stiffened. Lu

"I knew it, you all look down on me, you look down on war dogs."

Upon seeing Regulus's weak expression again, Jedek turned and left without looking back.

Regulus, realizing what was happening, quickly understood that his inner monologue about his cousin had been overheard by the war hound before him.

He watched as Jedek stormed off, and quickly chased after him. II.

"Sorry! My brother, I meant no offense!"

When Regulus's voice rang out, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Thank you, Lord of the Legion!

Jedek is a genuine person. He is easygoing but sensitive. He may seem reckless, but he has his own way of dealing with people. Regulus quickly became acquainted with Jedek.

The Shadowmoon Wolf took out his treasured wine and handed it to Jedek.

"Cousin, I'm sorry, my impression of you has always been that you are tyrannical and violent."

"In fact, we have always acted this way when facing the enemies of the Empire, but since His Highness Angron returned, the Legion has been teaching us to learn more from you."

"Jedek spoke up."

"us?"

“That’s right, it’s you… Prince Horus has always been someone Angron admires. Among all his brothers, he feels…”

"what happened?"

Regulus asked nervously, "What exactly did Angron say to you?"

Hurry up and tell me!

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to talk about the princes behind their backs?"

"It's alright, we hit it off immediately!"

Regulus was eager to find out Angron's opinion of the King Father from Jedek, because only then could he report the truth to the King Father and let him know how to get along with Angron.

“My lord considers Horus to be his commander and is willing to be his general.”

"One day, when our lord also wishes to make such great contributions to humanity, Prince Angron only regrets that he returned too late!"

Regulus's face was full of smiles. He had never imagined that Angron would speak so highly of his father. He could almost see his father's beaming expression.

"Yes, Your Highnesses will meet one day. Since you are new here, please feel free to ask if you need anything from Shadowmoon Wolf."

"No reward for no merit!"

"We're brothers! We always have been! Aren't we?"

Regulus's expression was very firm.

Jade looked at the subtle expressions on Regulus's face; he was so sincere.

He knew the foolish wolf had fallen into the trap.

"Drink with me! We won't leave until we're drunk, cousin!"

But we need to lure this political bastard in first!

Jedek raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp!

P.S.: Sorry it's so late. I did some research and looked for inspiration.

Third update, seven more to go!

Will there be any tickets, guys?

Volume 1: Chapter 93 (Ninety Chapters) The Nails Are About to Descend on Mars!

Legion Communications!

Jedek stared at the telegram in his hand, using his brain.

Above the complex text is encrypted text written in binary language. The Warhounds will release information that they have found the STC, the human race of the Old Night Era, while Jedek will need to send some mechanical sages to Nukelia.

In addition to the Legion Lord's cipher, there were also some requests from Chief Apothecary Garan.

The development of the Butcher's Nail has reached a bottleneck, and the War Hounds need some mechanical sages skilled in neuroscience to assist them...

Jadek ran his fingers along the back of the paper, feeling the texture of the parchment. It was covered in five-digit binary code, the meaning of which could only be deciphered by rubbing with both hands. Jadek quickly used the code given to him by the Legion's leader to translate it…

The supreme ruler will descend upon Mars.

Jedek lit the parchment with a flame, and the intense heat illuminated his face.

It seems he needs to leverage his connection with Regulus, the Shadow Moon Wolf.

Jedek knew he couldn't let the Legion's leader be easily exposed to the sight of the Mechanicus, as that would be extremely dangerous. He closed his eyes.

Now he needs to find that lady.

......

The hum of machinery echoed in the hall. Inside the experiment, Terran scientists and mechanical priests were busy at work. The ink on the papers on the table was still wet. The mastermind was the Emperor, who sat in a chair. As he casually picked up an ancient book, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the laboratory.

The double-headed eagle scepter slammed heavily to the ground. The Emperor looked at the furious Macardo, not understanding why his dear friend was so angry. But when a document was slammed in front of him, the Emperor understood.

"Your offspring has found me a good job!"

Makado complained. The secrets of the cult were no secret, but Makado was completely overwhelmed by this alien organization. The Imperial Chancellor had to deal with thousands of documents from different worlds every day, and he had already tried to minimize his rest time.

"I don't think that's the reason you're angry."

The Emperor gazed at Macado.

"You know what Angron is doing, right! Angron and the thing on his head..."

"Get out!"

The Emperor spoke, and Macado fell silent. After everyone around him had left, even the Emperor's most loyal guards, he nodded slightly to signal his close friend to continue.

"He plans to learn from Guilliman!"

A sharp roar came from Macado's mouth. The Emperor tilted his head and rubbed his fingers on the book. The ancient characters on it made the Emperor feel as if he had returned to the past.

"I know."

How could the Emperor not know everything that had happened in Angron recently? The gods had come and gone, and he was constantly watching his offspring. Moreover, he knew all too well what the Butcher's Nail was up to. The sense of crisis was not only chasing the Emperor, but also chasing that higher-dimensional soul.

Even after Lu Heng finished discussing the plan with the Emperor, he deleted his own data.

That's right, the emperor was not powerless; he couldn't penetrate Lu Heng's senses even slightly.

"Are you just going to let them mess around like this?"

"It can help you lighten some of your official duties."

The emperor spoke.

Macardo fell silent. Of all the great human beings, only the Emperor was capable of shouldering the responsibility of saving humanity. This was why Macardo chose the Emperor. He pulled the Emperor out of the old night, and just as he expected, in this dark age, the Emperor perfectly shouldered the responsibility that should not have been his, even if he was unreliable.

If the emperor doesn't step forward, humanity is doomed.

"You always have some damn little schemes up your sleeve!"

Makado said through gritted teeth.

"This is not my little plan, but his."

The emperor narrowed his eyes.

"Angronba and that person will secretly go to Mars. That person plans to do some contingency plans on Mars. These are all within the allowed scope and are just some minor episodes under the big plan."

"You're just going to let him be?"

Macado was puzzled by the Emperor's words.

“This was our agreement. We have a common enemy, and at least he's on humanity's side, isn't he? If I fail, I still have him. If Terra is gone, there's still Macragge, Nukelia…”

Do you think you will fail?

"No, I'm just trying to increase the success rate of the plan!"

The Emperor denied Macardo's doubts and closed his eyes.

"I'm tired of being called the God of Myriad Machines. It would be nice to have someone to share the burden with me."

"You're always so confident in yourself; be careful you don't make a fool of yourself."

Makado sat down.

"Very well, great Lord of Mankind, tell me what I need to do?"

"You don't need to do anything; they'll take care of it themselves."

The Emperor smiled and winked at Macado.

Macado sighed deeply and glanced at the star map next to the Emperor.

"I hope you are right. I have other matters to attend to, so I must leave now, my lord."

Macardo got up and left.

As the emperor watched Macardo's departing figure, he turned to look at the letters his children had sent him on his desk.

"Horus, Guilliman..."

he whispered.

"Akhan Rand!"

The emperor spoke.

When the old man Qi appeared at the door, the mechanical monkey 0 on his shoulder was looking around curiously.

Rand didn't know why the Emperor had summoned him, which made him feel incredibly honored.

“You should know about Angron.”

The emperor gazed at his master, who was so loyal to him.

"Of course, Great Om Messiah."

Rand said respectfully.

"Prince Angron has a strange, talking Mindbreaker on his head..."

Rand had seen this machine in the Ixachion vault, a place that had been sealed off, and it was a talking machine. Although Rand still had doubts about it, he remained silent out of respect for the Pantheon.

"Do you want to be the Forging General?"

The moment the Emperor uttered those words, Rand held his breath.

The Forging General, or the Forging Director, Rand knew that the Forging General on Mars was now Calbo Hal, the mechanical sage who occupied Mount Olympus on the sacred red star, although Rand thought deep down that this guy was unworthy.

However, it seems the Emperor has some ideas about Calbo Hal.

"It's not Mars."

Rand felt a bucket of cold water poured over his heart.

"Return to Mars and meet the Nukelian delegation. There you will serve another Om Messiah, who will forge the position of general for you. If he refuses... tell him it is my order!"

"And tell him that I don't want my children to all be bald!"