Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

When he pulled the trigger, he discovered that his machine was malfunctioning.

"What is it! What is it! What the hell is it?!"

"The gear is stuck!"

"Then go in and turn it!"

Urik roared, thinking that even if the gears were jammed, it could still fire! Just as it thought, the Bang Bang Gun began to fire huge beams of energy, even melting the cannon barrel!

But it missed.

"This is impossible!"

"How could it possibly fail? Why did it fail?!" Urik roared.

Uriel kept maneuvering the control stick; there was absolutely no way it could stop here!

"For the great science, Waaaaaagh!"

......

The colossal junkyard opened fire, its beam cannon rising up and grazing the top of the shield without even touching its surface. Gale stared at the ancient junkyard with its scarlet eyes, wondering what kind of display of power this was.

Gel issued new orders, and countless cannons rained down, but these shells were not aimed at the Titan, but at the greenskins around it, the group of greenskins riding beasts charging toward them!

The giant junk moved very slowly, but it was precisely this enormous size that created the illusion. Its legs were long enough that it appeared to have moved several kilometers in a short time. The bells, whistles, and all sorts of strange horn sounds that rang out from it made Ger feel a headache coming on.

The giant fortress began launching various super missiles.

This is a threat!

Ger thought of it.

A threat posed by a massive garbage dump!

'This is Storm Legion bacararerio, we have arrived at the designated location.'

May the Lord of the Legion bless you and sweep away all evil!

Praise be to the God of Machines!

As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, Geer gazed at the countless points of light above, which were knights from the Taranis family. But even faster than them were the orbital bombardments!

Amidst scorched earth and smoke, the knights crashed heavily to the ground.

As Guilliman gazed at these advanced tactics, his superhuman brain began to churn with thought.

Who exactly is Lotara Salin, that she can provide artillery support with such precision?

Guilliman watched as the Greenskins were suppressed by heavy firepower; the fire from both the sky and the ground destroyed several small Ancient Giganotosaurus units in an instant.

The knights ran lightly across the battlefield.

Until the appearance of several Warhound-class Titans.

"Your tactics... are a bit difficult to learn."

Guilliman said to Angron with a bitter smile, admitting that his brother's tactics were something no other legion could learn; the timing and blast radius were perfectly controlled!

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Volume 1: Chapter 112 (Chapter 108) - A Small Battle with Titans!

The engine is burning!

Cavalieri realized that the Storm Legion's unique amniotic membrane technology would allow him to better perceive his surroundings. In the past, he was just a mortal, a cowardly mortal whose physical body had long since decayed. But with the help of the life support system, he was invincible in the Divine Machine!

Thick electrical wires were attached near his cervical vertebrae, and countless cables and engine networks connected him to this warlord-class Titan. His eye sockets, skull, arms, and elbows were fitted with metal, and his legs were amputated and replaced with haptic kits.

Sometimes he felt he was going crazy for accepting Mrs. Corey Zess's invitation, the former mistress of Magma City, now the mistress of Magma Star. But he felt great now. He had lost an engine before; no pilot could escape the shadow of an engine's death. But now...

Victoria Magna, his former Titan, bid farewell to her with the help of the Archon.

It should have been a ritual, but they met each other in the spiritual realm.

"O blood of Om Messiah!"

Storm King Cavarerio gazed at the massive orcish junkyard in the distance and prayed softly.

At first, his body only felt the intense heat of the engine baking it, but...

Are you there, Great God of Machines?

[Listen to me, I'm not a jack-of-all-trades! And I'm incredibly busy right now! I'm like a multi-threaded chip, handling all this junk for you guys! You have way too much data stored inside you! Damn it, I've optimized your data processing for you!]

Alright, we'll talk about the rest later. Now, blow that junkyard to smithereens!

He was there, He had always been there. The engine emitted a warm temperature, which reminded Cavalieri of human body temperature. He had not felt that warmth for a long time, but now he felt it again!

The Storm Legion came from Mars to the hedgehog, Snukelia was right, the true Myriad Machines are here!

This is the glory of the Storm Legion, and also his honor.

"Did you hear that?"

"Your Highness?"

"Birdwatch observer Palus asked in bewilderment," said fire controller Cooper, who was equally puzzled.

"By the command of the God of Machines, the Titans of the Storm Legion, destroy these damned scum!"

"Blast them to pieces with our engines and our artillery!"

"For the God of Machines!!!"

I'll say it again, I'm not a god!

As Storm King Cavalieri watched the scrolling data, he felt his adrenaline surging. What was that saying from the Temple Master Rand again?

"Yes, the nail god!"

......

[Angron Unit 2, do you have any items that can silence people and make them focus solely on fighting?]

Angron didn't know why the nail on his head suddenly emitted a great deal of resentment, but he really did have this prop.

It's you!

Angron and Guilliman gazed at the warlord-class Titan in the distance, which was unleashing three pulses of energy.

"This Titan Legion is a bit strange."

Guilliman discovered that the Twelfth Army had many strange things about it.

“Something’s strange about it.”

Angron saw countless missiles launched from the Titan, blasting the smaller ancient junk on the ground into fragments. The resulting explosions looked like countless scattered pieces of junk flying everywhere.

"They're faster."

Guilliman astutely pointed out the current characteristics of the Storm Legion.

The seven laser turbines pounded relentlessly on the chest of the ancient giant. Those wide and massive technology beams were even larger than those Guilliman had ever seen, and they resembled the slow-moving Titan legions that Guilliman had encountered, although they were not slow either!

Something just feels off.

Coordinated attack?

Yes! It's a coordinated attack! Laser beams, thermal cannons, and countless missiles being launched. A normal Titan would fire some shells first, then some missiles, and then some laser turbines.

But look at that Titan that's already charging forward!

A super-large multi-barreled explosive gun, a small missile, and a thermobarrel all fired simultaneously!

The skilled pilot used the tilt of the aircraft to stop the inertia.

One machine was like this, and the others were too!

Guilliman was very puzzled.

The knights were incredibly agile. After the war dogs ran out of ammunition, instead of the war dogs firing their own, the knights would charge forward, their weapons gleaming at the edge of the exploding debris, and then dismantle those things that were almost as big as themselves.

The brutal attack completely stunned the group of greens. While air and ground fire support could be considered something that one or two commanders could accomplish, the attack involved everything from artillery support to Titans and then to air support.

Forget about one Captain Lotara Salyn, this is practically the entire crew of Captain Lotara Salyn.

How come Captain Lotara Salyn is the God of Machines?

Did the dove begin to perform its miracles from the Redemption?

4 Guilliman stared at the War Hounds' tactics and speculated that they would be invincible on the main battlefield until they ran out of ammunition, unless they gained air superiority.

Alternatively, a quantity heap can be used.

"When can you teach me this tactic?"

"It's time," Guilliman asked.

Anglong's expression froze. "I haven't even learned it myself yet."

"I'll ask Captain Lotara Salyn if she has any free time recently, and if so..."

Ling said, "After this battle is over, I can invite the War Hounds to the Five Hundred Worlds for rest and recuperation. This tactic will be a great improvement for the entire Imperial Legion."

"I......"

“I will tell my father not to refuse me, my brother.”

Guilliman made his decision immediately. He was now very curious about this Lotara Salyn. Just who was she?

......

"Aqiu!"

Lothara Salyn stood on the ship, sneezing loudly. Unaware that she had been sold out, she was directing her fleet to attack an orc fleet tens of thousands of kilometers away. Then, under the command of the Legion's sovereign, she changed the fleet's position and direction and fired again.

The long-range impact of the attack brought a smile to Lotara Salin's face.

After she received the questioning inquiry from the Ultramarines fleet.

Lotara Salyn curled her lip.

'What? Those aliens are right there, can't you see them?'

Praise be to the great Lord of the Legions! Celebrate the great Lord of the Legions!

This is much more enjoyable than those boarding operations; she doesn't want those damn, stinking things on her ship!

"Engine acceleration! The Legion Commander has issued a new order: we need to launch an orbital bombardment of the star system below to aid those Ultramarines! Let them know what real fire support is!!!"

Lotara Salin let out a piercing, shrill cry!

"Ugh! Which bastard is talking behind my back!"

Lotara Salyn cursed.

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To address the question about flashbacks, it's probably because my mind went blank while I was writing; I wasn't using AI to create it, and my brain just started to wander. But does my writing look like AI-generated content? Does it?

Book 1: Chapter 113, Chapter 109: An Unexpected Disaster – Guilliman.

War is a means, not an end. Only those who pursue depravity and perversion insist that war is their goal. We will bring an end to war for humanity. Thinking of this fills me with an even stronger and deeper joy. —Guilliman, Miscellaneous Thoughts (Volume III)

The battle continues, and the Ultra Warriors advance in an orderly fashion.

The war hounds provided excellent flank protection for the Ultramarines.

As the Ultramarines advanced, the Warhounds also began to move. Angron sat atop a Leman Rustank, wielding a long-range sniper bolter, clearing away the swarming Orks. In the distance were massive Ancient Titans, which, under the saturation attack, were reduced to rubble.

He heard the nail's scorn in his mind.

Several gunboat squadrons were conducting air strikes above them, while the fighters were responsible for ground troops. The fighters provided comprehensive fire support from the spaceships and Titans on the ground. Those stupid orcs' buzzing fighters always ended up crashing into their shells!

The war hounds were like a pack of soldiers cleaning up the battlefield. They used flamethrowers to burn the remaining greens to death. This war was recorded by mortal chroniclers as a textbook example of tactical operation.

"157th Company, you're running too fast! The shrapnel will graz your shield field!"

"Company 188, you arrived thirteen seconds late as expected. The Legion's Supreme Leader is very displeased!"