Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Meanwhile, the automatic cannons of the surrounding aliens were clearing them out, but Remus Ventanus was not surprised. In fact, from the first few minutes onwards, he perfectly integrated into the tactics of the War Hounds.

This speed left Kahn somewhat speechless.

Marius Gage glanced at Kahn.

"This is how Ultramarines have always been, why make such a fuss!"

Kahn didn't say anything. After all, the War Hounds had the help of the Legion's supreme leader, while these Ultramarines relied entirely on their own understanding of warfare and their intuition.

Later, Marius Gage also began to learn the Legion Commander's tactics and started calling in his own air support.

A formidable opponent.

Kahn thought to himself.

"The aliens are gathered in their royal court, which is their last stronghold. The prince has already begun to travel here by gunboat. We need to take this place before they arrive."

Marius Gage said to Kahn.

[We will arrive in thirty minutes. Future ruler, we look forward to your performance.]

The voice of the Legion's supreme leader rang out from the communication.

"The princes will arrive in thirty minutes. We need to capture the royal court in twenty minutes, no! Fifteen minutes, and then clean up in fifteen minutes!"

Kahn looked at Marius Gage with a serious expression.

"Fifteen minutes? That's too tight a timeframe. There's a lot of anti-aircraft fire nearby; our people can't possibly break through!"

Marius Gage shook his head; Kahn's idea was too risky.

"Korga, have the Ghost Company soldiers who left earlier reached their designated positions? I don't want an anti-aircraft gun to be fired before the next round of air support arrives!"

Kahn couldn't help but admire the Legion Commander's foresight. While they were attacking the alien command post, the Legion Commander had already included the Royal Court in his strategic territory!

"We've arrived!"

Korga's communications came back.

"Once the Ultra Warriors reach the designated location, you can begin your operation!"

Kahn gave the order: the Legion's supreme leader was watching him. Move your head, Kahn, move your head quickly.

'This is Lotara Salin...'

When a woman's voice came through the communication, Kahn remained silent for a long time.

Lotara Salyn isn't on the Redemption, what's she doing out here?

'Do what you're good at.'

Kahn was waiting for Lotara Salyn to continue, but half a day later she said this.

No way! What on earth is this captain doing?!

These are exactly what Lotara Salyn is thinking right now: What the hell are you guys up to?!

Lotara Salyn looked at Guilliman, who was smiling at her, and forced a stiff smile onto her face.

"I have long admired the name of the ship Lotara Salin."

Guilliman began.

No, I'm not famous at all.

Lotara Salin has almost torn a hole in her combat boots.

"Could you share some of your artillery support techniques?"

“My brother, Angron speaks highly of you.”

Guilliman crossed his arms and stared intently at Lotara Salyn, clearly indicating that this mortal had been pushed forward as a scapegoat by his own brother.

What? Who am I? Search QQ group: Hey】—>”Siji Si-『Three Five + ☆ Six’≠Where am I?

Lotara Salyn moved her lips, which were starting to go numb. To be honest, her whole body was starting to go numb, and she couldn't understand a word Guilliman was saying!

"Your Highness Guilliman, thank you for your..."

I say, you do.

Lotara Salyn heard the Legion Lord's electronic voice through her communicator: "Understood!" She understood everything. In Guilliman's puzzled eyes, he saw this mortal's expression change from initial trepidation to later composure, as if someone had given her a reassurance.

"Lord Guilliman, what would you like to learn?"

"How did you calculate those precise artillery support?"

Guilliman asked without hesitation.

"Of course..."

Lotara Salyn began to recite the manuscript Lu Heng had given her, her words coming out in broken sentences, as if she were reciting a lesson.

Guilliman is now certain that there is someone else behind Lotara Salyn—no! The entire Warhound Legion.

Guilliman closed his eyes, his mind beginning to ponder what could possibly...

Finally, Guilliman opened his eyes abruptly, frowned, and looked at his brother, ignoring the words Lotara Salyn was saying.

A truth has come to light.

I hate intelligence!

“Angron, I think we need to have a talk.”

Anglong looked at Guilliman with surprise.

[You've been found out. He's smart, and your brothers are all smart.]

Lu Heng shrugged. He didn't blame Lotara Salin; under the pressure of an imperial demigod, she really couldn't lie without batting an eye.

Upon entering Guilliman's study, Angron sat on the Macurag sofa, arms outstretched, trying to remain relaxed.

"my brother."

Guilliman began to develop his own vocabulary.

"I want to know if war hounds use aversion intelligence."

Guilliman got straight to the point, looking at Anglon.

“Abomination Intelligence, no! That’s not what my Legion calls him. You can call him Butcher’s Nail, or—the Legion’s Lord.”

Angron said it bluntly.

“Angron! The War Hounds must destroy that creation! You know... the Empire and the Emperor will not allow it..."

"He gave his permission!"

Angron looked up, his eyes unusually cold. What had he heard from his brother's mouth? Destroy the Butcher's Spike?

Are you kidding me? I destroyed the Butcher's Nail! You can destroy your five hundred worlds!

Guilliman was stunned by what Anglon said.

How could an emperor possibly...?

"Now let me introduce you to what's on my head—the Legion Lord."

Son!∥』○⌒、牭○.『Six＃si腫≤turn: "Wait, nail! Don't come out!"

As soon as Angron pulled out the megaphone, he felt a lot of relief on his head!

If it's broken, we'll have to find a new one!

P.S.: Still owes 6 chapters! Including today's 4, it'll be 10 chapters!

In that case, godfathers, please vote! Please vote! I'm begging you!

I'll take a nap first, then I'll continue updating when I wake up.

Volume 1: Chapter 124 (Chapter 119) They have nowhere to escape!

This isn't some wish-fulfillment novel where everyone around you is brainless and the enemy boss is just giving you experience points—this is Warhammer!

You can't fool an Imperial demigod. If Guilliman finds out, it won't just be Guilliman, but the entire Ultramarines Legion and the entire Five Hundred Worlds who will be at odds!

Lu Heng touched his data synapse, and Angron hurriedly placed the megaphone in his hand on it. Guilliman saw this scene and his eyes flashed with sorrow. What had this abomination AI turned his brother into!

"Introduce yourself."

"You may call me Butcher's Nail."

An electronic voice emanated from the speaker. Guilliman took a deep breath and warily stared at the metal construct on the table in front of him, which had countless data synapses on it. He did not call in the Ever Victorious Army to break it to pieces.

"Get off my brother's body!"

Guilliman said calmly, "I don't know what purpose the Butcher's Nail was in my brother's body."

"Then have your dad get me out of this metal shell!"

Lu Heng said nonchalantly.

Emperor?

Upon hearing Butcher's Nail's words, Guilliman's mind wandered to some strange thoughts.

"I am a human being! At least I was before..."

"Listen, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Great Administrative Machine, Guilliman, my future Number Thirteen..."

Anglong reached out and turned down the volume of Lu Heng's speaker.

"As you can see, he meant no harm."

Angron expressionlessly lifted the nail from the table, then looked at Guilliman warily. Guilliman watched as the mechanical creation tried to put the nail on its head, but it clearly resisted.

At this point, Guilliman didn't know whether what the mechanical creation was saying was true or false, but the content coming out of its megaphone indicated that it was very familiar with the Emperor, and that it claimed to be human.

"You mean... my father turned a human soul into a machine?"

A bold idea arose in Guilliman's mind.

After tapping Angron a couple of times with his data cable, Lu Heng slowly turned up the volume of his speaker. Next time he upgrades, he'll definitely include his own speakers, and then he'll see who dares to adjust his volume!

Rain: "He has that ability, but obviously I and that bastard... you can think of it that way... it might all be a dream for me. I was recruited by that guy, and I meant no harm. On the contrary, I saved the future of Angron."

Han Luheng tried to explain.

But Guilliman had already mentally filled in the blanks. From the mechanical creation's words, he could tell that this thing was very familiar with the Emperor, or at least his father knew about it. Perhaps this was part of one of the Emperor's plans.

Bakiriman realized he was getting anxious. After all, Angron was brought back by the Emperor himself, and if he could discover its existence, how could the Emperor not? So, the fact that Angron could wear this thing meant that his father had tacitly approved of it.

"I heard you! This is not some kind of abhorrent intelligence!"

Angron roared, his complaining tone making Guilliman feel slightly embarrassed, but Guilliman quickly sat down in his office chair, looking at Angron and the Butcher's Nail that was trying to be his hair.

“I will keep this a secret for you, but you should know that your legion is different from other legions. I think you should learn from the First Legion.”

Six Guillimans spoke candidly about their brother, the Dark Angels, a small secret among the Primarchs, after all, the Emperor's favoritism toward the First Legion was obvious to everyone, though perhaps some fools couldn't see it.

These are not currently within Guilliman's considerations.

Guilliman's point is not without merit; war hounds are indeed less than satisfactory at keeping secrets.

"Alright, my brother, let's discuss some things in detail when we get back to the Five Hundred Worlds. Now, let's reap the rewards of our victory."

Guilliman stood up and casually signed a document on the table.

"Were you just trying to jump on my brother's head?"

Haha, how could that be!

"Oh, I see! Hahaha! I knew we were brothers, Nail."

Guilliman's eyebrows twitched. Why did he feel that Angron's brain wasn't working properly?

.......

The alien laser beam struck the terracotta armor.

Korga gripped his bolter; his weapon was more than enough to deal with the horde of aliens, the last of their protective guard.

"There's an alien spaceship preparing for takeoff on the helipad in the dome. I need backup."

As Korga spoke, his bullets struck the steel of the elevator entrance. He stared indifferently at the closed elevator doors and walked over nonchalantly, his bolter still firing. When he reached the elevator doors, they slowly opened.

"Praise be to the Lord."