Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

As war raged, the great emperor's son personally went to the front lines.

Robert Guilliman strolled along the front lines, deep in thought.

He could have ended the war quickly, but a wrong decision plunged the entire legion into the vortex of war, where sacrifice and bloodshed were inevitable, and he should have avoided them.

The orcs' roars began to echo, day after day.

"They're coming."

Marius Gage, his chief chapter commander, spoke first.

"Who? An orc?"

Guilliman asked.

"Warhound, Twelfth Legion, Your Brother Prince Angron."

"They were a month late." (Si)

This wasn't a complaint, but rather something that Guilliman had originally planned.

"Perhaps it's a subspace storm."

Marius Gage dared not complain.

Guilliman remained silent, gazing into the distance at the green-skinned creatures covering the hillsides, and a green-skinned Titan.

A new war has begun!

P.S.: What chapter was it again? I still owe five more. Including today's four, that's nine chapters in total, which is quite a bit short. I'm going to take a nap; I'm experiencing a bit of writer's block.

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Volume 1: Chapter 107 (Chapter 103) - Giving the Ultra Warriors a little shock!

Guilliman and Angron met on a planet, in an alien world called Etoria.

The moment the Redemption Guard escorted Angron, clad in the latest power armor crafted by Fernus, to Guilliman.

Angron leaned over and put his arm around his brother, who looked very tired.

"I've missed Terra very much since we parted ways."

Guilliman smiled.

“You’re later than I expected, but the timing is perfect. My legions are locked in a fierce battle with the aliens in the other two worlds and can’t break free for the time being. I only deployed three warbands on Etoria, and these aliens are stronger than I imagined. I need you to help me stabilize my flanks…”

Guilliman thought for a moment, then moved his lips slightly.

He had assumed that Anglon would reject him.

"Okay, my brother. You're the leader in this war. How are your sons doing?"

Angron had no complaints about Guilliman's sudden order; his concern was whether Guilliman's offspring would become exhausted from the intense battle.

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought that Angron would fight for the main battlefield to seize the spoils of victory. If it were the Space Wolves, the Dark Angels, or any other legion, Guilliman would have ordered his offspring to withdraw from the main battlefield and let them take over. Guilliman had also made such a plan; he had great patience for his brothers.

Seven, however, did not; he took care of the feelings of the five hundred world children.

Si is very good.

"Iggy Liman thought to himself."

"Fortunately, the casualties weren't too great. I should have let you take over the front lines."

Guilliman stared at Anglon, as if trying to find a trace of expression on Anglon's face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the battle for the glory of the Ultramarines. We War Hounds are just here to lend a hand. Even without us, I believe the failure of these Xenomorphs is only a matter of time. The arrival of the Hounds has only accelerated this process!"

7. Anglon patted Guilliman on the shoulder.

Guilliman smiled, a genuine smile as he looked at his brother.

"After it's over, I'll treat you to a drink."

Squirrelman slammed his hand into Angron’s breastplate.

"I should be the one treating you. How could I let a warrior treat me to drinks? Besides, I have a lot to ask you. Come on, my brother, tell me what to do!"

H and the other stopped arguing. Angron arrived at Guilliman's command post at the front line. Guilliman opened a holographic image for Angron, showing the three Ultramarines' chapters distributed across the plains, mountains, and more mountains. The mountains on the left and right sides greatly extended their defensive line. For now, maintaining the status quo was the best outcome.

U.G.! Send our warriors to the left mountain range to replace your cousins.

"Angron shouted at Ger."

"The nail will bless you!"

Q nails? Guilliman was slightly puzzled. Was this some kind of strange pre-battle prayer culture in Nukelia?

u Just as Kirimans Soger had already left.

"Brother, have your men withdraw first."

:"Now?"

"Yes, right now!"

Trusting his brother, Guilliman ordered the offspring of the left mountain range to retreat, intending to add them to the central defensive line. With the combined strength of two warbands, Guilliman was confident he could completely crush the aliens.

The moment Guilliman gave the order, he saw the Warhound fleet in space conducting orbital bombardment of the ground.

At the same time, airdrop pods were also dispatched!

Even Guilliman was slightly shocked by such a madman-like act.

Some of the light spears and missiles grazed the edges of the airdrop pods and transport planes!

"Brother, what kind of tactic is this?"

"The Twelfth Army's unique tactics!"

Angron proudly raised his head.

Guilliman remained silent for a long time, wanting to learn!

......

The hill was leveled, but the trenches remained unchanged. When the first warhound came down from the airdrop pod, he raised his flamethrower and set the green-skinned creatures on the ground ablaze.

"The 113th Company has reached the trenches. There are many enemies. Brothers, we need some vehicles."

"Shut up! The sovereign has already thought of what you're thinking! Build our defenses and stop these greenskins from attacking!"

Another soldier spoke up.

The warhounds gazed at the jungle, where the orcs' skin blended seamlessly with the trees, a perfect breeding ground for these green-skinned creatures, but soon it would not be.

A new orbital strike was launched. Under the Legion Lord's command, every cannonball accurately struck the heads of these greenskins, each shell taking away a large number of greenskins. Air support poured in, and mortal auxiliary troops landed on transport ships.

Countless vehicles began to be piled up.

"The father of genetics has arrived."

A centurion addressed his men.

When Angron arrived at the defensive line on his Stormbird, there was nothing else alive on the entire line except for the hounds.

"Oedipus, Ehrlind, how are things?"

Angron looked at the crowd that had come to greet him and asked.

Oedipus is currently under Ellron's command, but Ellron knows that Oedipus will one day become a company commander like himself or join the Redemption Guard.

"The Legion Lord has saved us a lot of trouble."

Just as Erlen was speaking, another orbital missile struck, and the tattered green aerial vehicle in the distance disintegrated in mid-air.

"As always, Varus. Have the think tanks document the Ultramarines' tactics. Send a Ghost Company to scout the Orc Empire and this Alien Empire's movements. Also, let me know if you find any Eldar."

Angron emphasized the last point: he harbored deep hatred for the Eldar.

The Ghost Company is a company created by Angron and Nails after learning from the Midnight Lord. Currently, some of the Legion's stealth technologies are being tested in this company.

Although it is still not as good as the Midnight Lord in some respects, it is progressing rapidly.

[Captain Lotara Salin will lead the fleet to support the Ultramarines of other Zero Worlds during the three Terra 9s. We will also enjoy three hours of space support. I will reserve three cruisers. No Orc fleet has been detected so far.]

"Nail, you can handle this kind of thing!"

[I'm not the guild leader!]

"Forehead......"

Angron remained silent, as if that were indeed the case.

[I handled Guilliman's situation well today.]

"uh-huh!"

Angron nodded slightly. He saw the greenskins surging towards him in the distance. What a warlike race!

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Volume 1: Chapter 108 (Chapter 104) The Orcs Invade!

"boom!"

Gel stood at the front of the trench, recording the pattern of the greenskins emerging directly in front of him, and then he summarized it in one sentence.

That's just being headless and brainless.

These belligerent aliens are learning the infantry-artillery coordination of the War Hounds. At first, Gol was worried that these aliens would learn his legion's technology.

But now, Ger picked up a tactical telescope and looked at the reinforcements that had just rushed up in the distance but were shot down by their own artillery. Ger was speechless.

"How many waves of their own people have they repelled now?"

Gel was somewhat melancholy. In the last battle, they fought side by side with the Father of Genetics. This time, the War Hounds' fighting style had completely changed. They would kill from a distance if they could, and only the powerful aliens could be ganged up on by the War Hounds.

Just as the legionary lord said.

Don't talk to me about glory; only those who survive deserve that title!

8. "I think they should give up on the seventh wave too."

"The closest wave rushed to within 700 meters of our position."

Garland spoke, and then they were riddled with bullets from the front line!

"This is a set of data on Ultramarines' combat."

Garland passed the data to Ger.

"Very average."

"What do you mean?"

Geer was somewhat puzzled.

"Maybe......"

Just as Garan was about to voice his thoughts, he saw Angron squatting to the side, who had appeared at some unknown time, and he immediately swallowed his words.

“Let’s continue with Garland.”

Garland twitched the corner of his mouth, indicating that there were people behind Ger.

But Ger didn't seem to see it.

"Compared to our war dogs, are the Ultramarines weak in certain aspects?"

“My son, you’re wrong to think that way. Ultramarines have their own unique tactics for both defense and offense, but they’re too conventional.”

Upon hearing Angron's words, Ger's face turned ashen. Garan extended his hand, indicating that he was powerless to help, as he had just given Ger a warning.

"Don't panic."

Angron stood up. He had just used the Midnight Lord's stealth technique, which Nail had asked him to do. The effect was quite good, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"If war dogs are a pack of warriors charging ahead, then your cousins, the Ultramarines, are a war factory."

Angron had already witnessed a performance by the Ultramarines. These guys seemed to have no will of their own; they followed orders from their superiors, attacking, attacking, and attacking again.

Like screws in a factory, every Ultra Warrior writes their own chapter of honor in the Five Hundred Worlds. They stand in neat formations, displaying excellent military skills, and cut down the enemies of the Empire!