Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

But during their discussion, Angron and Nail also discovered a big problem: what would happen to this group of things that seemed to have come out of a tactics manual after their controller, Robert Guilliman, left?

Anglon sometimes wondered if Guilliman would write a book specifically to tell them what to do.

"The Five Hundred Worlds has a well-developed factory system and..."

As Angron was speaking, he saw a spear of light shooting down from the distant sky.

"And my brother's incredible learning ability; he seemed born for war."

[The error was within one kilometer. Guilliman's learning ability was rapid, but only he could perform the calculations.]

The nail will provide a response.

[His learning ability is very strong, but only he can do it.]

This tactic can often inflict maximum damage and casualties on the enemy during an offensive, but it is also a gamble. The speed of each spear, the precise landing point of each shell, and the shrapnel that fly up all require precise simulation and calculation. Don't think that the ship is done once it fires the shells; if there is a mistake, the landing and attacking friendly forces will be blown to shreds by the shock wave and debris!

[The offensive on the main battlefield has weakened, and thermal reactions are detected underground. Prepare the war dogs for battle!]

"Prepare for battle! Enemy attack!"

Upon hearing this, Q-Gel raised his chainsaw sword. When he saw Garan take out a power sword, he snatched it from him and tossed him a bolter.

The group message read, "Pharmacists, go to the back!"

Before Garland could react, he was pushed away by Ger.

Garland left, grumbling and cursing.

"My lord! Where is the enemy?"

Gol poked his head out of the trench. There was no sound of orcs in the distance, but soon he noticed that the ground began to shake!

As soon as the first dilapidated, sandworm-like machine emerged from the ground, an orc just showed its head and let out a hoarse roar when a beam of light from space sent it flying directly to Brother Gao Mao's side.

[Scream! Scream your mother!]

Angron clearly noticed that Nail's temper had become somewhat worse since he came into contact with the orcs.

Perhaps it's just my imagination?

More green-skinned machines emerged from underground. These guys thought their flawless tactic wouldn't be discovered by the Empire, but when they came out, they saw these damned shrimps pointing their guns at them.

Kill these shrimps!

A green-skinned orc jumped off the machine, breaking several parts in the process.

His mind had already started to wander, after all, if he broke through the defenses, he would become even bigger and more awesome!

Then he was pierced through the head by a precise bullet.

Angron had absolutely no desire to fight these green-clad creatures, so he simply held a sniper rifle modified from a bolter and kept firing it from a distance.

Angron quickly realized something was wrong.

“∮Scar．≥±si＂〗Participate in ∪select¨∥Hedgehog Fold№Agent∮〔Purchase*'：Nail.”

[Yeah, the orcs' main force! They abandoned the Ultramarines' positions, thinking we were easy targets! I'm a hedgehog! Not a persimmon!!!]

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Angron sensed that something was increasingly wrong with the nails.

"Attack! Attack! For an even bigger rampage!"

The orc army had a leader who was about the same height as Gol. He was holding a megaphone with a cable attached to it. After a few seconds, the cable started to spark.

"War hounds advance...Defense! Defense!"

"Angron shouted."

Inside the steel-forged fortress, everyone began to fight back against the charging green-skinned orcs, watching the approaching green tide.

They kept pulling the triggers in their hands.

This enraged the orc leader. These guys were even more sleazy than those blue things on the plains. Why didn't they come out and fight?

"If you bunch of shrimps don't come out, I'll beat you all out!!!"

The orc leader roared!

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Volume 1: Chapter 109 (Chapter 105) He came, he died!

Nukelia Auxiliary Army.

As ordinary auxiliary troops who had just joined the 13th Expeditionary Force, they had extremely high expectations for themselves!

Those who could enter the Legion were all the best of the best, each one implanted with Silver Vine (a mechanical implant unique to Nukelia). They shaped it into the Butcher's Nails, imitating the Nukelia Lord, embodying resilience, fury, and a greater capacity for battle!

The auxiliary troops picked up weapons with Nukelian characteristics, and beams of light slammed into the green-skinned soldiers. Gunpowder and flamethrower soldiers moved back and forth in the trenches, while some auxiliary troops with white armored shells held strange weapons in their hands.

That was a unique anesthetic from Nukelia.

As an anesthetic capable of knocking out a Primarch, the medics expressionlessly fired a lethal dose of the anesthetic. To prevent these orcs from getting up from the ground like the Lord of Nukelia, the mechanical arms on their backs fired a laser beam that charred their brains!

"For the Lord of Nukelia!"

The high knights roared as they saw Oedipus in the distance, the symbol of the high knights and the pride of the Nukelians!

Now he has successfully joined the ranks of the Empire's Superman!

Oedipus listened to the proud roar of the Nukelians, and then his head was slapped by a pair of large hands.

Erlen stared angrily at Oedipus.

"War is not child's play!"

Erlen spoke up.

"Hahaha! Sorry! Sorry!"

"Don't let past glories blind you, Nukelians! The Father of Genetics entrusted you to me not to die on the battlefield!"

"Tsk, when I become a company commander, I'll smash other people's heads too!"

"kindness?"

Erlen sawed the charging orc in half with one hand.

The fresh blood was quite different from these Terran veterans. Angron liked the Legion to be filled with other ideas, and these Nukelians did not hostile to these old guys. Both sides were learning from each other's culture, perhaps because of the Father of Genesis, or perhaps because of the Legion's sovereign.

The fresh blood didn't seem to be as hostile to these old fogies as the other legions!

[Erren, tell Oedipus to shut up. You're his company commander! You know what to do!]

Erlen grimaced, and when the Legion Lord's electronic voice came through his communication, he glared at Oedipus.

"Kid, you've been targeted by the Legion's Overlord!"

"Behave yourself, or you'll be in charge of cleaning all the toilets in the company!"

"?"

Oedipus immediately became quiet upon hearing Ehrlen's words.

.......

"The 17th Company is heading to Line 8; the civilian auxiliary forces there are struggling to hold out!"

"Companies 7 and 7, go to the front and let the veteran soldiers teach these new recruits how to fight!" ←◎

Angron stared at the tactics panel, his voice slowly rising. It was his first time commanding a battle, and he was constantly adjusting his troops, accelerating the flow of fresh blood into the legion!

They cooperated very well.

Angron heard what the nail said.

"I feel there's something wrong with how you came into this world."

Anglon pondered his words for a moment.

Something's wrong with you!

[They probably ate shit.]

Lu Heng's tone was full of disgust. As always, the first thing he did upon arriving in this world was to try to hack into the data of the green-skinned orcs. But he quickly fell silent. The green-skinned waaaagh network was much harder to hack than he had imagined. The code, which looked like a mountain of shit, made Lu Heng feel nauseous just looking at it.

Perhaps even these green-skinned creatures themselves don't know how their equipment works, but they are able to assemble and start these strange things. Often, the key to their operation lies in a few strings of data, but Lu Heng has to find those things in a torrent of data that is like a mountain of shit.

The word "waaaagh" is everywhere here, and Lu Heng even wonders if staying here for too long will influence him to become a green-skinned thing.

Even though I look green on the outside right now!

But those are two different things!

Leave the rest to me; do what you do best!

After Lu Heng gave Anglong this message, he began calling for support from the air force.

Angron raised the Roar of the War God in his hand and walked out of the command post.

An entire squadron of gunboats roared overhead.

Behind him, the sound of artillery fire continued unabated, yet it still couldn't blast away the green tide.

Angron arrived at the front of the trenches. He looked down at the hillside covered with orcs, the green-skinned creatures standing in seven rows amidst the rubble.

[I have transferred the fire coverage area to your offspring. Pay attention to these areas, and then kill the rest!]

"Why am I being made to fight this time?!"

[I need to lure out the orc leader; the light spears are ready to fire at any moment!]

Show your bravery, just like in Nukelia!

Lu Heng kept scanning the entire battlefield. Apart from the first boss who appeared, he never showed up again. The fact that the first round of attacks had not eliminated him made Lu Heng realize that he should prepare a ship to hang above his head in the future, specifically to target big guys like him!

Angron leaped over the orc corpses on the ground, raised his chainsaw axe, and within ten seconds, the Imperial demigod cleared a small section of the broken hillside, crushing a howling fart demon in the process.

"Roar!"

He responded to the orcs with his roar, wanting them to know what they were facing!

War hounds joined in, a deep, powerful growl, a roar from the indomitable against their oppressors!

"German! Forward!"

As Angron listened to the roars of anger from the orcs, he spoke to his most loyal offspring.

The mountain slopes are steep and the roads are treacherous, but for the Space Marines, it's like walking on flat ground!

Gol roared the name of Angron and felled an orc with a single blow of his axe. Even though he was much shorter than Angron, every orc wanted his head as a prize!

With his bolter lance in one hand, Gerr nodded to each of the charging orcs. He was Angrod's royal guard, the vanguard of the Father of Genetics!

'These barbarians, blinded by rage!'

Kahn's complaints came through the communication.

He led the others on the flank of the Redemption Guard.

Countless orcs attempted to break through his defenses and challenge him in front of Angron. Karn put his bolter, now empty, back at his waist and began to wield a finely crafted power sword.

Then, like a dark angel, he ripped open all the orcs.

"Roar! He's mine!"

A violent roar came from afar, and Angron saw the old orc use his tattered prosthetic pliers to crush an orc boy to death.

Anglong's lips curled up.

"He's out."

He's dead now!

A beam of light fell straight down from the sky, and the orc leader knew why this big guy was so despicable!

"No......."

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