Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

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Miranda frowned, stroking the laurel wreath on her head and repeatedly touching this human-monkey creation with her hands. Finally, she tried to awaken the laurel wreath with her tongue and other parts of her body.

dong dong dong.

A tremendous tremor shook the earth, and Miranda saw a group of Terran veterans dressed as Terminators appear before her. The group descended from above, and when they saw Miranda blaspheming Guilliman's golden laurel wreath...

Company Commander Andros, his eyes blazing with fury, was tasked with retrieving the laurel wreath from Guilliman's head, but now Guilliman's possession had been desecrated by an alien!

"Monkey, do you know how to use this thing?"

Miranda looked at the Terminators who had appeared, and placed the water-stained laurel wreath in front of them!

Andros remained silent, the rapidly spinning gun barrel making him want nothing more than to tear Miranda to pieces!

"Alien!!!!!"

"run!"

It seemed these filthy monkeys had no intention of telling her how this thing worked, so Miranda could only turn and run away. She pulled out her gun and fired at the force field in front of Andros. The bullets that were deflected by the force field, along with the roaring explosive rounds, forced the black sprouts to run deeper into the cave.

The Dark Spirits are known for their speed, and Miranda was traveling light this time. She had three of her men pack up and carry away the body of the Fourth Steward. In Comoros, a loyal subordinate is extremely hard to find!

"Face me! Alien! Don't run!"

Hearing the fierce roar behind her, Miranda thought to herself, "I already have the quest item. Who wants to fight with you bunch of canned goods?"

With this in mind, Miranda quickened her pace, just like other real babies.

......

Guilliman opened his eyes. The sound of engines starting up filled the air. The Ultramarines' markings told him that he was inside a gunship. He turned his head and saw Angron sitting next to him.

"you're awake?"

Angron asked.

Guilliman stood up, feeling a throbbing headache as if he had bumped his head on something. He looked at the stretcher beneath him and at Marius Gage, who looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

The loyal Ultramariner angrily turned his gaze toward Angrom's son, Karn, standing to the side.

Kahn was being reprimanded by Gel.

While the Ultramarines were grateful to the Redemption Guard for saving their Primarch, one thing was one thing, and the Octagon was still a must.

'Varius, how did you escape Sevita's octagon?'

As Kahn listened to Gel's reprimand, he caught a glimpse of Marius Gage's gaze directed at him.

He asked Vares in a low voice over the communicator, while the chief think tank director responded in the communicator.

How do you think I'm running away?

The reason why Servita didn't come looking for him was simply because there were too many things going on at the time. By the time that guy realized what had happened, the War Hound had returned to Nukelia, so Servita still holds a grudge against him.

Guilt extends to Kahn?

Marius Gage has plenty of time to make trouble for Kahn!

"How is the battle going now?" Ling asked.

Squirman sat up. He didn't say anything to Angron to thank him, but he would remember the gratitude that Angron had given him.

"The Orc Empire has fallen apart. While we have reclaimed much of the territory occupied by the Orcs, the aliens have taken over the mountains and the entire fortress leading to their capital."

"And they are trying to move something."

Six Angleon shared the intelligence with Guilliman.

"Did they succeed?"

Guilliman laughed at himself after saying that.

He gazed out of the gunboat's porthole and saw the space warships relentlessly encroaching on the alien empire's territory. He remembered that in the distance should have been the mountains Angron had mentioned, but now they were uneven, like pits in the ground.

The fortress complex that was once occupied by the Greenskins has now become a ruin, with missiles and light spears flying overhead every now and then.

The Imperial Navy will prove its loyalty to the Empire as soon as the enemy shows its face.

"In about three more days, this star system will be incorporated into the Empire's territory, but the cleansing by the Green Skin Spores will plague this world for decades afterward."

Angron lowered his eyes to look at the earth exploding in the distance.

A ship passed through our defenses and arrived at the capital of this alien empire. While we were analyzing the data, they discovered they were attempting to relocate something interesting.

Lu Heng showed the intelligence to Anglong: this alien empire was one of the patrons of the Secret Cult, and what they wanted to move was a huge black box.

It might contain some kind of alien technology or some strange contraption.

[I discovered many interesting things while deciphering their culture. They call this device Hera, the Lightning Wife, and I now suspect it might be some kind of device.]

Lu Heng had not yet discovered much more. This alien empire's network was ten thousand times better than the greenskins'. Most of its technology was useless to the empire. Among the numerous historical records, Lu Heng discovered traces of humanity.

This made Lu Heng think that this might have been a human colony before, but after some changes, these aliens came to rule this place.

"Whatever it is, we cannot let the aliens succeed."

"Angron said sullenly."

Guilliman raised his eyelids slightly. "Brother, why don't you act again? Your self-talk makes it hard for me to believe in your all-powerful Captain Lotara Salyn."

"So what has your Captain Lotara Salyn discovered this time?"

Guilliman emphasized the name Lotara Salyn.

"A little bit of information."

Angron chuckled foolishly, and Guilliman laughed.

“Very good, the Macurag has arrived. May I have Lotara Salyn come down now and personally command a battle for me?”

Guilliman looked at Angron, who had a surprised expression.

"I believe Lotara Salyn will not refuse your orders!"

Guilliman touched his neck; it wasn't an illusion.

P.S.: 9 more chapters to go~ Tsk, can't hold back any longer, time to prepare for the storm!

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I really don't want to dream about Emperors and Tyrannosaurus Rex again today. Some author even mocked me, saying I'd go fight the Greenskins today!

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Volume 1: Chapter 121 (Chapter 116) Kahn, I'm sorry!

"Go and find out exactly what happened!"

When an alien commander roared blasphemous words at his men, he knew that he might one day die on the battlefield like his predecessors.

When the explosions rang out from their ammunition depot, the swarm of soldiers flew: ...the moment when the explosions occurred.

Kahn and the Ghost Company had already left, quietly infiltrating the alien building, the last line of defense of the alien empire.

“Look at these panicked aliens, I don’t think they can handle us.”

Kahn's tone was mocking, but the company commander beside him disagreed.

“Your actions are too ambitious, Kahn. I think you should learn the combat techniques of the Midnight Lord.”

Korga, the captain of the Ghost Company, known as the Butcher, swung a chain at one of the aliens below him. He was extremely familiar with this gadget of the Midnight Lord.

Another alien was dragged up by the rest of the Ghost Company. Unlike the normal blue and white colors, the Ghost Company was all dark blue and black, with blue and white parts on their helmets and faces to indicate that they were still war hounds.

This was their symbol of honor. As experimental subjects, Korga didn't care what the rest of the Legion thought of the Ghost Company; they learned a lot from their cousins.

Korga easily pried open the alien's head while it was still alive. He removed his helmet and learned about the structure of the area from the alien's brain tissue, as well as the alien's commander in the area from the flickering fragments.

"Their command post is in a building three blocks away from here."

Korga skillfully hung the alien on the ceiling of the alien building. He then made three cuts on the alien's severed head, signifying that three Ghost Company soldiers had returned to their lord.

"Action, Kahn!"

Korga concealed himself in the darkness, just as their cousin, the Midnight Lord, had done.

The alien architecture in this world is very peculiar. The towering spires are red and twisted, making Korga wish he could blow this place up with an extermination order. At this moment, the Imperial Superman is like a nimble cat, moving around on the top of the tower.

The entire company swaggered brazenly through the aliens' home in the very center, while Korga and his men planted time bombs at key points in the buildings.

Following the guidance of the Legion's leader, they arrived at an elevator.

The legion's sovereign was right beside them, making their stealth movement exceptionally easy; the sovereign's generosity did not lower their guard.

The group entered the elevator.

As the elevator ascended.

"Prepare for battle. The thirty-second floor is the command center for those aliens."

"We need to paralyze their command center so that our main force can come in."

Colga explained to Kahn.

"I see you've split into two groups."

Kahn pointed out the members of the other companies and that they were scattered.

“Kahn, this is Ghost Company. We are here to supplement the Warhounds’ shortcomings on the flank. The lessons from the last operation have proven my command was reckless.”

Korga said to himself with self-reproach, "One Terra veteran, two Nukelian recruits." Regret was evident on Korga's face.

"It's not your fault."

Kahn had seen the battle record, and he even summarized fifteen points from the footage of Korga's mistakes. It was clear that Korga had done a good job; he was a true battlefield commander.

"The Legion Lord intends to train us to be commanders, not just reckless men who charge into battle."

Kahn offered words of comfort.

"That is indeed the case, and I am deeply sinful."

Kolga nodded slightly and put his helmet back on.

"For Angron."

"And the legion's supreme leader."

Kahn gripped the axe in his hand.

The moment the elevator doors opened, a blue, white, and red chainsaw flew out, pinning a passing alien to the wall before the other aliens could react.

Kahn charged forward first, grabbing an alien by the hair and brandishing his battle axe, unleashing a thunderous slash at its neck and shoulder.

Blood splattered directly around them. The remaining few aliens had just raised their guns to sound the alarm when the rest of the Ghost Company soldiers smashed their heads. The only survivor was embedded in the steel wall.

"Clean it up."

A ghost shouted.

"go ahead."

Korga looked at the two roads and followed the Legion Lord's guidance toward the left one.

[Speed up, they'll react in three minutes.]

When a short string of text appeared on Korga's electronic goggles.

"Warhounds, move out! We only have three minutes!"

minute.

Kahn took a deep breath and followed behind Kolga.

.......

One data point, three dead, three heroic souls.

Angron stared at the cables being pulled from the corpses, his gaze fixed on the fallen warriors.