Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Guilliman thought to himself.

Upon hearing Guilliman's reply, Angron brandished the War Cry weapon in his hand.

Makutila stared coldly at the damned monkey before him. His perfect plan had been ruined. He took a deep breath. He could handle one, but two?

"Chief Steward Elio, leave this ape to rot here!"

He's considering quitting!

Elio's silence enraged Makutila. He looked at his steward, whose tall figure was floating in the air. Angron had grabbed his steward by the neck and crushed him to death as if he were a chick.

"Let's play a game, Black Sprout. What did you just say to my brother?"

"A merciful death?"

"The rules of the game are simple: you commit suicide, or I'll show you mercy. Of course, I only want you to die!"

Angron charged forward!

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Volume 1: Chapter 115 Some strange remarks about this book.

I've recently seen some strange comments, like "loli" and "gay," but let's just joke about them.

The character "h" will not appear in this book. Actually, I'm just a useless author; besides writing, I don't know how to do much else. Sometimes I'll write my own interpretations based on the original work, but my writing might not be very good and could cause some misunderstandings. I don't really want to control the comments or say anything strange; I just want to write quietly and listen to feedback. The group number has already been posted in the comments section. Feel free to offer any opinions. After all, I'm not a proper, official writer, and some of the original works are...well, let's just say they're not great. I hope everyone enjoys reading... Don't overanalyze things... This is, after all, a novel... Thank you for your support, I will try my best to update... Love you all...

Volume 1: Chapter 116 Let's launch a decapitation operation!

A is surrounded by wolves in front and tigers behind.

A cold sweat finally broke out on Makutila's forehead. Those damned monkeys!

The Q-scimitar slashed from Makutila's hand, bringing him to Angron's side. The Imperial demigod coldly stared at the black sprout who dared to challenge him. His superhuman vision discerned the alien's trajectory, and the Roar of the God of War swept past.

He wanted to use this opportunity to escape.

Lu Heng's words echoed in his mind. After hearing this, Angron sneered, pulled out an energy pistol from his waist, and with an overdrive, Makutila stared in horror at the unruly Angron.

:"mean!"

As Plasma roared, to Angron's surprise, the Black Sprout leader sidestepped and used one of his arms to block the attack aimed at the Thirsty Lady.

The scimitar left a blur as Makutila gritted his teeth, trying to escape using the power of Angron's chainsaw axe.

But Angron wasn't fooled. He dropped his battle axe, threw the overloaded plasma pistol to the ground, and punched the conspirator in the chest. The conspirator fell to the ground like a porcelain doll, rolling several times.

Blood gushed from his mouth as he cursed Angron, that wild monkey, in his heart.

"Stand up, alien!"

Angron swung his chainsaw axe in a circle and began circling around Makutila.

"stand up!"

Angron frowned as he watched the black bean sprouts slowly rise from the ground.

"You despicable barbarian! Where is your honor?!"

Makutila questioned.

"My glory?"

Angron shook his head, then squatted down.

"On my head."

Makutila stared at the Butcher's Nail on Angron's head, watching the Butcher's Nail constantly changing color. Lu Heng was in a very good mood.

Wait a minute, he looked at Guilliman in the distance again, and he was sure that his cousins' prophecies must be wrong!

They need to find Guilliman, who is not an Ultra Warrior at all!

And this rude barbarian in front of me!!!

They were all deceived!

Those damned bastards!

Just as Makutila's shrewd mind was about to say something, he saw Angron's huge foot stomping towards him.

The watermelon shattered with a cracking sound.

"Bro, how did I do?"

"good."

Guilliman praised it.

"That's a true Glory idiot!"

Angron placed the chainsaw axe behind his back and returned to Guilliman's side, looking at his brother.

"It seems I arrived just in time this time."

"You should have discovered this a long time ago."

Guilliman raised his head and spoke frankly.

"It's not good to say it directly."

Angron raised his hand and punched Guilliman on the shoulder.

A complex expression crossed Guilliman's eyes.

"Thanks to the War Hounds for their support, I think these aliens deserve their punishment!"

Guilliman laughed and said, "QUN:9∞four;∏《＜☆four shirts‖÷."

......

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Although there were no conspiracies and murders in the material universe, the problem now is that this group of conspirators consists of only the two of them, and they are only two medium-level conspiracies. That fool Makutila not only exposed their whereabouts, but also failed to accomplish anything.

Miranda inwardly grumbled. The good news was that she had one less idiot to compete with in her territory, but the bad news was that the human monkeys had discovered their presence.

Two human demigods!

What has this world done to deserve this? What has I done to deserve this?

But thanks to that idiot, she knew that there were actually two imperial demigods in this world.

Faced with this predicament, even two more conspiracies would likely fail here!

A direct confrontation is definitely not going to work. Miranda can only wait for a new opportunity to remove the thing on Guilliman's head. They are hunters, and Miranda has faced countless non-elves as prey, some of whom were extremely powerful, but she has always succeeded in hunting them down.

Patience? That's not what she lacks most. All she needs to do is wait, wait for the moment when the beast shows signs of exhaustion.

She will bare her fangs and then take the items back to Comoros.

While losing a hunter certainly meant losing an enemy, it also increased the danger, and Miranda enjoyed that thrill.

"Let those three raider ships die, right in front of those human monkeys." 0＊⊥柒￡×‖lin&

"I'm going to make those monkeys think we've left!"

Miranda smiled.

......

"The Eldar have retreated."

Guilliman listened to the news his men had sent back and thought it was a good thing.

"Maybe...they don't."

Angron offered a different opinion, and Guilliman looked at Angron in astonishment. He was increasingly unable to understand his brother. What did he mean by "nothing"?

"The captain said that only three ships returned, and there are still five ships in the world ready to ambush us. It's a smokescreen."

Anglong explained the information that Lu Heng had provided.

"...Is your Captain Lotara Salyn a wizard?"

"No."

"That's really strange."

Guilliman's eyes gleamed with amusement. Either Angron had some secret, or Lotara Salyn had some secret. In any case, this kind of information was not something an ordinary person could obtain, even if she was the captain of the Redemption. Such an all-around person would be an elite among elites in the entire Empire.

Even Peturabo couldn't be that precise.

"Your fighting style is quite unique. Who taught you it?"

Guilliman changed the subject.

"Brother."

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How could Angron utter such nonsense?

"Is this how he taught you to fight?"

Guilliman remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter this sentence.

"Carrying a chainsaw and axe, he distinguishes loyalty from treachery with two guns."

“It was one of his knights named Cipher.”

Angron felt his face turn bright red. He had no idea who this Dark Angel Cipher was, and he even suspected that it was a character that Butcher's Nail had made up to mock him.

Guilliman rubbed the temples on his multi-threaded processor brain.

His brother's thinking is really too unpredictable.

He's having trouble keeping up!

The Ghost Company has sent back news! They've found the boss of this orcish empire!

This is good news.

Three war dogs sacrificed their lives in this effort.

This is bad news.

Their bodies have been brought back.

Angron looked up and saw Guilliman.

"My brother, would you be interested in a decapitation strike?"

"What did Captain Lotara Salyn discover?"

Guilliman is now certain that Angron blames everything on that mortal female captain.

"Greenskin leader."

Angron uttered each word slowly and deliberately, and Guilliman could sense that his expression was icy.

"of course."

A simple reply.

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Chapter 1:

Chapter 117 (Chapter 112) BOSS: I'm thinking, I don't have a mother!

The gunboat squadron took off from the sky. Angron and Guilliman looked down through the hatch at the orcs' cannons below. Now those things were all scrap metal. The sky belonged to them.

The buildings of the Alien Empire have been destroyed by the Orcs. Millennia of culture have been twisted into towering piles of garbage by the Orcs, stinking to high heaven. Even Guilliman could smell it from the plane.

Angron will not.

He had already put on his helmet, as if he had anticipated this.

The burning ground, along with the constantly running elves and orc boys, were roaring loudly at the sky gunship fleet, and then Lu Heng called them out one by one.

Missiles and light spears on the spaceships served as a protective curtain for their flight, and the shockwaves always stopped just short of hitting their target. The corpses of orcs on the ground flew back and forth. Other worlds had been conquered, and now only this last world remained.