Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Volume 1: Chapter 110 (Chapter 106) - A Conversation Between Brothers!

As the Ultramarines' Thunderhawk gunship plummeted from the sky, the mortals had already cleared the surrounding airstrip. Guilliman emerged, surrounded by the Invincible Army. Angron, arms crossed, was listening to Gel's report before finally raising his head to look at Guilliman.

"Angron!"

"Oh! Guilliman!"

When Angron saw the blue paint job, he thought to himself that Guilliman really liked blue.

The son of war approached Angron with a hint of apology on his face.

"Sorry, I didn't know these aliens would use a feint attack?"

"No need to apologize. All of the Xenomorph's attacks were shattered. I witnessed the heroic fighting spirit of the Ultramarines. I saw the shadows of other legions in your legion."

Angron said bluntly.

"Yes, I studied the tactics of other legions in the Seventh Legion. I tried your legion's combat tactics in the Sixth Legion, and they were effective, but I couldn't achieve the same precision. Is there any secret to it?"

"Perhaps you need a nail..."

Angron knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Nail what?"

"Keep an eye on your ship's captain. When I have time, I'll have Lotara Salyn go aboard your ship and teach her some skills. She's a fantastic captain."

"grateful."

Guilliman was generous with his gratitude, and he mobilized another warband to support the world. Beside him, Marius Gage looked up slightly and saw an old acquaintance of his—Gale.

At that moment, Gail was arguing with Kahn about something. Guilliman noticed Marius Gage's unusual behavior and nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Marius Gage then stepped forward and began to talk to Gail.

"Want to walk with me, brother?"

Guilliman looked at the distant battlefield where the fighting had subsided and extended an invitation to Angron.

“Angron, I’ve been following your battles from over there. In fact, I feel that you and the Warhounds have worked together very well since you took over, but I’ve noticed a problem.”

“You seem to be consciously suppressing your sons’ fighting, and I see the shadows of other legions.”

After noticing Guilliman's strange gaze, Angron touched the Butcher's Nail on his head. Guilliman truly lived up to his reputation as the Son of War; his keen awareness of the battlefield was terrifying to Angron.

[It can be said.]

After receiving feedback from the nail, Angron went to the edge of the trench and picked up his chainsaw axe. △

“Yes, the Midnight Lords and the Dark Angels, I fought alongside them, Conrad Coz and our brothers, and some of the tactics I learned from them.”

Anglon admitted it.

"However, Guilliman, my brother, I did not suppress their fighting instincts; on the contrary, I did my best to minimize the casualties of our warriors."

Guilliman remained silent as the two Imperial demigods stood in the trench.

Sacrifice is an honor, but it also represents death.

War inherently involves sacrifice.

"Whether you're a mortal or a space marine, what do you think makes you and me different from those people?"

"Stronger? Smarter?"

“No, Guilliman, we are all human, then and now. We will all die, we will all sacrifice, but we are destined to be alone in our current position. The Space Marines are too dependent on us, and their behavior is nothing but an imitation of us, the Fathers of Genetics.”

"Everything we do is for humanity, and we are part of the Emperor's grand vision."

Guilliman listened intently, wanting to know Angron's views on the Empire and his father.

"The blood of these warriors cannot be shed in vain. They will have their own lives to live in the future. After the Great Crusade ends, the glory of humanity will shine in the galaxy once again. Since they recognize me as the father of genes, I need to be responsible for them. The reputation of the War Hounds is not good."

Anglong said: "￠）∞∩]. ∞』'′□彡鲮№舞中★℃转—〗羣：出自己内心的忧忧。

“I am very happy, Angron, that you are a monarch who cares about your people.”

"A monarch is not worthy of such a title; the Five Hundred Worlds enjoy a reputation throughout the entire human empire."

Guilliman was slightly uneasy.

The Hundred Worlds are indeed renowned throughout the human empire, but in the eyes of some, the Five Hundred Worlds are a threat.

For example, Terra...

I'll give you some talking points.

Angron noticed Guilliman's worry, and his eyes lit up.

"I have indeed heard of the term 'country within a country' before. Those short-sighted guys are trying to stir up trouble between us. Do you consider yourself a threat?"

Guilliman shook his head; he simply wanted to build his own home.

"The prosperity of the Five Hundred Worlds makes many people envious of you, Guilliman, my brother. Just like I know the Ultramarines control their legion of 250,000..."

Anglong paused here.

Guilliman looked at Angron with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Why would Anglon know about this?

“This is your father’s trust in you. He knows everything, but he’s too busy for the sake of all humanity. He’s a good leader, but… he’s not a good father.”

“Angron…”

Guilliman tried to stop Anglon from saying anything more, even though they were the only two people there.

“Listen to my brother, humanity needs the power of five hundred worlds. Don’t care about those rumors. A powerful empire is supported by beings like you. The territory of the human empire is too vast. Those who try to attack you often show their incompetence. They are jealous.”

Angron looked at Guilliman, his face calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

150,000?! 250,000 ultimate warriors! Holy crap! Holy crap! How many hounds do I have? What kind of operations expert is this?!

What made Angron very uneasy was that Nail even told him that this was not the limit for the Ultra Warriors.

“My brother, time will tell. I have the tactical manuscripts of each legion, and I have analyzed every single one of their battles. It’s just that every time I write to them to offer advice… you know, some of them are just too arrogant.”

【Promise him! 】

With the free materials right in front of him, Lu Heng thought Guilliman was a really good person!

Angron nodded.

"I think it's a bit sarcastic of you to read their tactics and then write to them with advice."

"Really? I always try to copy their tactics and then improve upon them."

Guilliman shook his head.

No, this is sarcasm. It's like the War Hound's current infantry-artillery coordination. If Guilliman were to give him feedback after he's used it up, Angron would think the ships should give Guilliman a beam of light on the head.

"Aren't you just telling the brothers that they're not as good as you?"

"Angron spoke up."

"Hmm? Then I'll say it in person next time?"

Anglong's lips twitched slightly.

"Just kidding, I think I know what's going on."

Guilliman smiled.

P.S.: This is the... next update~ I've revised it several times... emmmm, I don't know if it's well written...

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Volume 1: Chapter 111 (Chapter 107) Guilliman: This is so hard to learn!

Guilliman and Anglon had a very pleasant conversation.

Just like in Terra, Guilliman felt that the War Hounds were similar to the Ultramarines, but unlike the Ultramarines, they disguised themselves as savages, while the Ultramarines, though outwardly civilized, were extremely violent at heart.

And they both like to summarize!

I like it my ass!

Angron's face was stiff, and Guilliman was standing opposite him.

The two of them drank tea and ate snacks. If it weren't for the deafening gunfire outside, Anglong would have thought he was on vacation.

"I think you should have noticed one characteristic of the green-skinned ones."

Angron touched the nail on his head.

"Yes, when a more important goal comes along, they will put aside the others."

Guilliman nodded. Discovering this characteristic of the Greenskins in just one battle was quite impressive to him.

"After the death of the Greenskin leader, most Greenskins will flee. Of course, there are other situations, such as them becoming more excited, though the latter is more common."

"Yes, Guilliman's damned Xenomorphs are like a race born specifically for war."

"Angron said dryly."

As time went on, Angron felt that the number of nails he touched during his conversations with Guilliman was several times greater than before!

"Enemy attack!"

When Geer's voice rang out, Angron immediately stood up.

[It's an orcish Titan.]

[A miniature Titan.]

Lu Heng shared the information to reassure Anglong and calm him down.

Was Angron panicking? He simply didn't want to continue talking to Guilliman; if they kept going, he'd lose his pants!

The Storm Legion is ready!

"What are you waiting for!"

[We await your orders, Commander!]

"Fuck them!"

"Angron roared."

The War Hounds' position had long been fortified by the Ultra Warriors into an impregnable fortress, but facing the gaze of a twenty-meter-tall giant monster, even such an impregnable fortress felt incredibly unsafe.

Beyond the mountains, as shadows appeared in everyone's sight, countless ancient junks surrounded the colossal ancient junk.

The numerous ancient junks resembled large land vehicles; their bulky bodies left everyone quite astonished, and they wondered how these things could be operated.

This doesn't seem like an orc tribe that has just entered interstellar civilization; it's more like an expeditionary force spun off from some orc empire!

After thinking for a long time, Lu Heng gave this answer.

This is the only explanation Lu Heng can give. Even if that's the case, the fact that the aliens in this world could withstand the orcs' attacks for so long means they are still a formidable opponent.

But Lu Heng is now pondering one thing: how exactly does this interstellar civilization resist these orcs?

......

Buzz!

The researcher stepped onto the pedal, and the beastman, a great beastman, was covered with all sorts of wires and cables, surrounded by strange devices that were bubbling and crackling.

"Urik! A genius!"

Urik praised himself, saying that he would drive his machine, find those shrimps, and kill them all, as well as those strange cans!

It flipped a switch, and the metal speaker started humming, with the sound rising and falling.

"You lot, get moving! You lazybones! Technicians, start hammering! Hammer hammer hammer!!!!! I just heard something explode! Hurry up, this is going to be a technological 'Waaaagh'! Don't make me throw you out!"

"That's going to be a good fight! Those shrimps have tons of good stuff!!!"

Urik stepped on the pedal again, the engine roared to life, and the entire giant junk came to a stop. Urik cursed and then stepped on the pedal twice more!

Just as it expected, guess what? The engine started up again!

The fartings began to praise loudly, their voices filled with snickers and chattering noise, until they all merged into a massive battle cry.

Those are two phrases.

"Brother Gao, Brother Mao!"

Urik smiled and aimed the bang-bang gun on his ancient giant stone at the fortress on the distant shrimp hill. He had only one thought: to blow that position to pieces!