Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Even a Primarch's homeworld is nothing to the Storm Legion; it's better to live under the Emperor's Brilliant Light.

"The Storm Legion has no intention of..."

“The Taranis family has promised me that Nukelia will give them a brand new planet.”

Corey Zess rallied an entire knightly family to follow her.

But that's someone else's business!

"Lady of Lava City! Listen, the Storm Legion is not a tool, we are the terror of the Empire's enemies! We..."

"I saw the God of Myriad Machines."

"?"

"The Governor of Eunouchay."

"Respectfully," Corey Zess shouted, tearing off his cloak as Oynormouth emerged.

"Dionysus, say hello to this big guy!"

【Hi!】

Oynormouth gazed at the Lord of Storms before him.

......

The trip to Mars was a huge success!

The technology hidden by the mechanical sages, the countless mechanical sages, and even a Titan legion and an entire knight family!

Although Lu Heng was unaware that it was Corey Zess who had accomplished this, as he was currently organizing data and dealing with...Angron's injuries.

Garan stood aside to assist Lu Heng in treating Angron.

Garland was used to his Primarch being in the ICU all the time, but every time he saw Angron in such a miserable state, he would be terrified. The power armor kept him warm, and when Angron was brought back by Gol and Kahn, his first thought was that he was hallucinating. The Primarch looked like a roasted shrimp to him!

Not only was he radiating heat, but Varis, standing to the side, was panting heavily. The Chief of the Think Tank had done his utmost to help cool down Angron's body.

When other think tanks came to take over, he collapsed to the ground, and the ICU gained another client.

The chief apothecary had no choice but to gather ice from all the ships to barely help cool Angron's body down. He could no longer imagine just how powerful the enemy Angron was facing.

【Galan! Please deliver this to Ger!】Part Two

Garan took a data disk from the Legion's leader, quickly walked out the door, tossed the disk to Ger, who was working outside, and then walked straight back.

【Galan, I need some nutrient supplements!】

【Garland, bring Rand to see me!】

[Galan, this is the planning map for Nukelia!]

【Galan...】

Garan was extremely busy. Not only was he and the entire Nukelian delegation overwhelmed with work, but the Forging General no longer cared about the Nukelian delegation. He was now only concerned with the miracles of the Pantheon and the great purge of his own forces.

Any mechanical sage favored by Lu Heng is within his cleansing range.

This also meant that the departure of several factions from Sacred Mars did not attract his attention at all.

Because to him, the God of Myriad Machines had already descended, and these fools had no idea how much they had actually lost.

Corey Zess and Rand are on Red Mars contacting forces allied with them. He spread the false news about exploring the ruins of the Myriad Machines. Of course, he wouldn't say that the Myriad Machines were in Nukelia. Lu Heng has already promised to hand over the Ash Wolves Titan Legion to him.

Nukelia will serve as the home of the Ash Wolves.

Within the turbulent warp, Jedasra will become the home of the Knights and the Storm Legion, while the magma planet, the one with the ruins of an ancient battlefield, will become Corell Zeth's forging world.

Dozens of planets in the surrounding area are awaiting development by the mechanical sages.

That's why Rand and Corey Zess both wished they could move Mars to Nukelia.

Their behavior puzzled most of the sages, after all, Sacred Mars was their foundation, and even an ancient battlefield could not drive these two temple masters to such madness.

　Weeping Si Yi＊？ /∈0｛△簯＇∨捌%搜〖●索∮,： Even quite a few Temple Masters began to speak out to dissuade Zess and Rand.

But both of them scoffed at these opinions.

You know nothing!

The month passed quickly.

"This is the last batch of supplies."

With dark circles under his eyes, Ger looked at the documents in his hands. Working day and night, Ger felt he couldn't take it anymore. He was in pain but also happy. When batches of supplies were loaded onto the ship, he felt that even if he died, it would be worth it.

The Warhounds used to be poor, but now, while they may not be as wealthy as the First Legion, they are certainly stronger than some other legions, such as their cousins, the Midnight Lords!

Based on the data alone, this is nothing.

A family of knights, a legion of Titans.

But if you look at the hidden wealth of those mechanical sages, Lady Corell Zess wished she could move her entire furnace onto the ship, but she gave up the idea because she would need to come back later. Meanwhile, Jedek was very honored to become a resident warhound on the Martian lava city. This honor made Jedek knock on the doors of Gel and Kahn's quarters on the ship countless times in the middle of the night.

Then the two of them dragged him into the octagon and beat him badly.

The journey to Mars came to an end when the Nukelian mission began to move away from the planet.

+Well done+

Most of the stuff in there is unusable! And are you trying to scam me?!

jiu+Carbo Hall, that ambitious man, will find you sooner or later+

[Do you need me to get rid of him for you?]

+No need, I've already resealed the cave. When he opens it, I'll give him a surprise.+

Oh, by the way, Guilliman's in a bit of trouble, could you go and handle it for me?

Am I the fire chief?

+The capable should do more; you are one of the few people I can trust.+

Please add someone!

I can breathe.

5【CNM!】

P.S.: This is the sixth update; I still owe 7 more!

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A book on Python: "The Causes of Long-Term Salvation"

Volume 1: Chapter 106 (Chapter 102) A New War!

Half a year, half a year has passed.

Nukelia has undergone a dramatic transformation. The Shadow of Nukelia is once again being colonized and developed by humans, and the entire sector is bustling with construction activity.

But there were also some minor surprises.

The development of the Butcher's Nail has been slow and stalled, leaving Garland and Will Herda, a neuroscientist from the Cult of Ascophile, helpless.

"This is essentially a brain-computer interface; it's a failure, and we have failed the trust that the Legion Lord and His Highness Angron placed in us."

Garland looked at the human prisoner who was looking around, sighed, and then pressed the destruction button.

"In fact, we've tried it many times, but each time it either drives people crazy or just goes completely unnoticed. The Butcher's Nail is truly..."

The neuroscientist, Will Herreda, expressed his doubts, saying that ever since he took over the project, he felt that Garland seemed to be talking about something out of the blue.

"You're questioning us? Will Hereda!"

Garan was in a bad mood. He calmly looked at the mechanical sage from the holy planet Mars in front of him. He had had enough of this incessant questioning from the lin. This was a project that the whole Legion was working together on, and this responsibility rested on his shoulders. This heavy burden was making it hard for him to breathe.

He dreamed of creating the Butcher's Nail!

"it's not true."

Will Herreda sensed Garan's anger and spoke cautiously. Although he knew Garan wouldn't do anything to him, the rumors about the Twelfth Legion...

It doesn't sound good.

Now he is going to attend the Twelfth Army Corps' war conference.

Garland arrived at the conference room, which was already packed with people, including Ger, Kahn, and the company commanders of various companies. The news of supporting the Thirteenth Legion had already spread throughout the Twelfth Legion. Even so, the War Hounds had lingered in Nukelia for three months. On the one hand, the planet needed construction! On the other hand, His Highness Angron needed rest.

The hound has lost count of how many times the father of genetics has been admitted to the ICU.

The third or the fourth time.

But overall, this is not a good sign.

When the colossal figure of the Imperial demigod appeared, all the warhounds sat up straight, trying to earn Angron's reward with their most resolute spirit.

"Alright, everyone."

"I want to talk about the Ultramarines, the predicament your cousins ​​are facing."

“Orcs, you may have dealt with them before, but they are alien species I have never seen before.”

Orcs? They are indeed a very troublesome opponent, but in the eyes of the Warhounds, an orc Ultramariner is perfectly capable of handling it.

"The Spirit Race, and also an unknown type of alien!" (Jiu)

After Angron finished speaking, he quietly looked at his offspring below, and soon he saw the war hounds begin to whisper among themselves.

"My lord! Is there any more information?"

"Ger asked," he said.

"nail."

Angron placed a megaphone on the table.

[As you can see, this is the Assange Sector, a world discovered by the Ultramarines. It contains an entire Orcish empire, an Xenomorph empire, and an entire Eldar race that failed to assassinate Guilliman.]

The Ultramarines are stalled in this sector because it's descended into chaos. This was originally the task of other legions, but it seems only the Warhounds can spare the resources right now.

A holographic image appeared before everyone. This was a new module that Lu Heng had loaded for himself. It simply introduced the current situation on the battlefield to everyone. As the tactical markers continued to move, the War Hound discovered that although the Ultramarines had recaptured the battlefield, the aliens around them seemed to have gone mad and began to counterattack against the Ultramarines.

On the surface it appears to be a four-way battle, but in reality, the Ultra Warriors are facing triple pressure.

Line combat proved very difficult for the Ultra Warriors.

Although Lu Heng knew that victory was only a matter of time for them, the problem now was that someone was clearly getting impatient!

"In this battle, we are acting as an auxiliary force to the Thirteenth Legion. Hounds, prepare to learn more from your cousins."

"Angron said slowly."

In the ensuing meeting, everyone began to discuss what tactics they should use to help the Ultramarines.

The Legion is currently moving in a positive direction.

Lu Heng said to Anglong.

Angron placed the parchment in his hand into the file. He nodded slightly. Not only the Legion, but even Nukelia was developing in a positive direction. The Mechanicus were excavating the ancient battlefield, and an STC module had already been discovered. However, the module was too badly damaged, and the Mechanicus were repairing it.

Do you think Guilliman would welcome us?

Angron asked, this was the thing that had always worried him the most. He had only met Guilliman once and had a drink with him, and he didn't know what his brother felt about other legions interfering in his war.

This is equivalent to two gladiators dueling, and a third, strong man who has been conserving his energy suddenly comes out to help one of them. Would that be considered a victory?

[Your meticulous and thoughtful nature is best spent on handling official business, not these strange and trivial matters!]

He wouldn't care about these things.

Lu Heng conveyed this message to Anglong.

"Maybe so. That's why I let Warhound play support. Like you said, there are many things we can learn from Ultramarines, aren't there?"

After Anglon finished approving a document, he heard an even more heated argument coming from the meeting room. The loud voice belonged to Kahn.

[The Butcher's Nail plan should be brought forward. Perhaps I can try accepting the souls of other legions' warriors. After all, the Twelfth Legion needs fresh blood, advanced ideas, and better equipment and technology.]

This is our little secret.

"Just like my brother!"

Yes, just like the First Legion.

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