Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

It was only a matter of time before it was incorporated into the empire's territory.

Marius Gage, the leader of the First Ultramarines Chapter, stood atop the airship, gazing at the alien weapons dismantled by the orcs in the distance. Since their arrival, the orcs had clearly shown more interest in them, giving the aliens time to catch their breath. The psionic beings remained confined to their few cities and bunkers.

He looked at the Honor Guard commander, Gel, an upright and courageous commander, who was saying something.

The lip movements seemed to be saying, "Leader of the Legion?"

"Marius Gage! We're preparing to land!"

Marius Gage snapped out of his daze and looked at Angron and Guilliman, two Imperial demigods, who had fallen and jumped down. What could possibly stop them from achieving this great victory?

Marius Gage jumped off the gunboat.

But he discovered that the Redemption Guard had not followed.

......

The greens saw those damned canned goods swaggering in from the sky. Their anti-aircraft guns were completely ineffective, and their fighter jets were shot down as soon as they took off.

Large numbers of green-skinned orcs gathered in this former territory of the orcish empire. They roared, and the waves of sound converged. Countless orcs rose up on the platform, raised the weapons they had seized from the human empire and the aliens, and pulled the triggers at Angron and his men who were carrying out the decapitation operation.

Angron didn't even glance at them. He walked casually up the stinking steps. Behind him, the hounds' gunboats began firing before the orcs, and the first round of attacks ended.

There were very few orcs left on the platform, and the Ultramarines began to advance rapidly. Each node was captured by the Ultramarines, and small teams of several Ultramarines calmly dealt with the greenskins pouring out from the passage.

Angron kicked the asshole on the ground; the asshole was dead as could be.

Disinfection work in the green world is a troublesome matter.

Lu Heng said quietly.

Angron rubbed himself against the ground without leaving a trace.

"Captain Lotara Salyn, guide us!"

Keep pretending if you want!

Guilliman was certain that Angron hadn't sent out the communication; he hadn't detected any signal. He knew whether this was Angron's ability as the Primarch or something else, but now he was certain that Lothara Salyn was just one of Angron's reasons.

He didn't say anything, just stood there watching Anglong perform.

Since this is Angron's little secret, Guilliman should keep it a secret for his brother.

Angron picked up a multi-barreled bolter from his waist and fired without expression.

At this moment, he had already sensed the emotions in Guilliman's heart. He knew that Guilliman seemed to have guessed something. He knew that his brothers were not idiots, and that the tactics of the War Hounds were incompatible with them.

The group fought their way through the green-skinned soldiers.

They ventured deep into the grotesque pyramid, and after a ten-minute battle, they arrived at the Green-skinned King's Court.

This is a throne composed of various aliens and human imperial weaponry. Countless orcs stand on the ruins, screaming at Angron and Guilliman below, while invisible energy ripples in the air.

Angron saw the towering orc boss sitting on the throne!

That was a boss who had transformed himself into a war machine, baring his ugly fangs.

Then Angron fired a plasma gun directly at him.

The orcs' roars abruptly ceased, and they stared blankly at Angron. Angron, wielding his giant axe in one hand, knew things were getting serious after seeing that his plasma gun hadn't done any damage to the boss in front of him.

"It seems you have angered them."

Guilliman looked at the furious greens around him and laughed.

The victorious soldiers formed a circle, trying to block out the orcs' roars.

"Canned food! I'll kill you!"

The BOSS raised its massive body, which was comparable to the Primarch. It roared and saw the buildings beside it melt into lava, followed by a beam of molten heat rushing in.

"I don't think this will kill me!!!!"

The BOSS roared and extended the mechanical pincers on its arm. To Angron's astonishment, he vaguely saw a green barrier appear on the BOSS's body.

[Titan strike failed! Prepare for battle! Unit 2!]

Do you need to come online?

Do it yourself!

Upon hearing Lu Heng's words, Anglong turned to look at Guilliman.

"Cover my brother!"

Guilliman said nothing; he simply raised the Arbitrator in his hand, and after confirming the trajectory of the 0-explosive bomb, he pulled the trigger.

Angron raised his Roar of the God of War and swept away all the surrounding greenskins.

The BOSS then raised a massive warhammer in his hand.

In the first second, Angron ducked down, dodging the green-skinned boss's heavy hammer sweep!

In the second, Angron raised his War God Roar, and the rapidly spinning chainsaw axe sawed into the steel on the BOSS's chest.

"What the hell are you thinking?!"

"Get the hell out of here!!!!"

Angron, like a bottle opener, used both hands to grip the Roar of the God of War and forcefully lifted the BOSS.

"nail!"

[Blocks the sensation of pain!]

The BOSS's hammer slammed into Angron's shoulder armor, but Angron remained completely still. The shoulder armor shattered, and a dense network of cables beneath it impeded the impact—Lu Heng's handiwork.

Angron slammed the orc boss to the ground. The heavy blow gave Guilliman an opportunity. He quickly stepped forward, drew his short sword, and thrust it at the boss on the ground.

Angron saw the orc's eyes blink slyly, and for a moment Angron sensed that something was wrong.

"I'm thinking! I don't have a mother!"

"Get out of the way, Guilliman!"

The stone slab shattered, and Angron, Guilliman, and the orc boss fell into the pit below.

"Nail, do I have to do an aerial acrobatic maneuver in every battle?"

An 仈《Qi+[【≠＇《＆Death〕~Update￡¨New≮□Group→≥：Gelong complained.

Perhaps this is your bad luck!

Lu Heng complained in the air.

P.S.: Four chapters still owed!!! Yay! Yay! That's great! Including today's four chapters! I only need to write eight more to finish!!! Finally, it's almost over! Great! Yay!

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Volume 1: Chapter 118 (Chapter 113) Of course, it's to rescue Prince Anglon!

It's not bad luck!

Guilliman curled up as much as he could, trying to lessen the impact he was about to face; he believed his brother would too...

Guilliman saw Angron protect his head in mid-air.

"?"

Puzzling, perplexed, and strange!

As the two landed heavily on the ground, Anglong's first words were...

Heal me!

Guilliman thought to himself, "He's not a doctor, is he?"

Then he saw countless tiny cables emerge from Angron's body, which formed a pair of metal wings in the air. Guilliman watched as the wings vibrated and began to fly, much like those of Saint Jereth.

Search QQ group = ■: ∏! Four scattered ⊙ (鲮♂÷five "Bang!"

Guilliman fell straight to the ground.

I thought you would catch him with the help of Guilliman.

Angron rolled his eyes. We're all Primarchs, why should I care about him?

Guilliman got up from the ground, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes. Angron was no longer a normal human being. Metal wings were spreading out from the armor on his back. Guilliman was certain that there were no cracks in the wings on Angron's power armor before.

“Nukeria’s distinctive brothers”.

Angron grinned.

"Fuck your asshole!"

The orc boss emerged from the shadows, its massive pincers lashing out from the darkness. Angron held War Roar behind him, the powerful impact forcing him to take two steps back.

"Big Guy!"

You son of a bitch!

The orc boss roared and rose up.

"Fight me!!!!"

Facing the green-skinned beast, Angron pulled out his plasma gun. He glanced at the overloaded and damaged weapon in his hand, cursed inwardly, and then threw the pistol directly onto the orc boss's head.

Guilliman watched as the pistol struck the orc's green skin with deadly accuracy. He instinctively reached for the Arbiter at his waist, only to find it empty. He grabbed the short sword instead, raised it high, and ignoring the intense pain in his body, charged forward.

"for!"

"Waaaaaagh!!!!!"

The green-skinned BOSS roared, wielding an axe in one hand and a giant mechanical pincer in the other. He furiously swung the axe at the enemy, but Angron dodged to the side and flew up with a roar of war, only to be clamped down by the pincers.

Guilliman leaped into the air and thrust his short sword into the green-skinned boss's neck armor!

The gap in the armor jammed Guilliman's short sword, and the orc boss roared madly.

He kept trying to get rid of Guilliman on him.

"For the Five Hundred Worlds!"

"For the Emperor!"

Guilliman roared.

He desperately plunged his short sword into the orc boss's spine, blood splattering out, and Angron knocked the orc boss back with a punch.

"Hahaha! Big guy! Let's fight!"

The green-skinned boss flung Guilliman away, and Angron saw him crash into a wall with an alien mural, landing heavily on it, his armor deformed.

"Come again!"

Angron narrowed his eyes and stared at the orc in front of him.

"You are a formidable opponent. Tell me your name!"

"Angron spoke up."

"That's me!"

"Guilliman!"

Guilliman grinned as he picked up the Arbitrator from the ground. He determined the trajectory of the bombs and fired several at the BOSS's armor.

"I'll fuck you, you assholes!"

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the fallen green-skinned boss.

"do you died?"

"Fire one more shot!"

Angron said that Guilliman fired his Arbiter's last explosive bolt at the orc boss.

"Looks like he's dead!"

Angron looked at the silent boss lying on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Angron, I let my..."

As soon as Guilliman opened his mouth, he felt something prick his neck. He glanced at the tiny needle in his neck.

Black bean sprouts!