Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"This is it."

Gel's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression changed from surprise to unusual calm.

“Germany is a ship that can be capsized at any moment. The Emperor is its helmsman. I cannot put all my eggs in one basket, nor can he.”

This passage had a tremendous impact on Ger, who looked at his genetic father.

"No matter what the future holds, the warhound will always be your most loyal offspring."

"I hope so."

Angron sighed and patted the commander who had been by his side since his return.

"Now let's go see the human that Kahn brought back."

Angron smiled and tried to put his son at ease.

......

Ghost Company interrogation room.

Angron stood with his arms crossed in front of the one-way glass, inside which stood an entire company of ghost soldiers. (8)

Directly in front of them, in front of Korga, were two Night Lords. Yes, these two Night Lords hadn't left; on the contrary, they were mingling with the War Hounds.

Following the communication between Angron and Conrad Coz, these two Night Lords will serve as ambassadors for the Night Lords stationed with the Warhounds.

And the tribunes of the Nostramas in Nukelia.

To safeguard the rights and interests of the Nostramo people in Nukelia.

“This is a cult agent, and he is an immortal being. The chief apothecary found traces of artificial creation on him.”

Artificial immortals?

Angron narrowed his eyes. This technology had actually fallen into the hands of an alien?

What's inside that black box?

"An STC fragment represents a production line for some kind of weapon."

In response to Angron's inquiry, Gol revealed the research findings of the Mechanicus.

"It seems we've had quite a successful trip this time."

Anglo smiled slightly. Regardless of what the journey through the next five hundred worlds would bring, at least for now, the War Hounds had made a profit.

"only......"

Gel's tone was a bit off.

"There's nothing I can't say."

Angron looked at Ger, "What can't be said? That's the problem with his offspring."

“The Sage Corey Zess and the Sage Lande were arguing over this STC fragment. The former believed that it should be sent to the magma planet for research, as it would be safe and secure. However, the Sage Lande disagreed, feeling that Corey Zess had already obtained enough.”

Gel is now also having a headache over the allocation of STC fragments.

"What's so difficult about this?"

Angron looked at Geer with some disappointment.

"nail."

[This is for Rand. Koqiriel Liu Zes can't finish exploring all the ancient battlefield ruins right now. Although I hate it when Rand promotes Omnisaya in Nukelia, I can't let him do nothing.]

Anglong nodded slightly.

"Give it to Rand."

Gel's eyelids twitched. Asking the Legion's leader about everything was such a simplistic way of handling things!

"Yes, my lord!"

What could Gerr say? He could only obey!

"By the way! Gore, have Kahn study hard with the Ultramarines. I'll test him when he comes back."

Angron suddenly thought of his offspring who had been thrown out.

"Ok."

"Gale said."

Angron stared at the artificial immortal being tormented by the ghost squads one by one in the mirror.

Do you need to make an appearance?

"Angron asked in a low voice."

[If I have to appear for every Tom, Dick, or Harry, wouldn't that make me seem less important?]

Lu Heng said with a very disdainful tone.

"What are your plans for traveling to the Five Hundred Worlds?"

Anglong asked Lu Heng.

[People's livelihood, military, medical care, aid—I've planned it all. I've already had Gerr put the documents on your desk. Don't tell me you haven't looked at them! What are you doing sitting there all day? Daydreaming?!]

"Ahem! I saw it! Maybe my memory's getting worse with age, I..."

"Me! Me! Me!!!!!"

The Redemption Guard watched expressionlessly as Angron convulsed and collapsed to the ground. They exchanged glances and then began to stare at the ceiling.

Qi: "Your lord has angered the sovereign again."

"I'll get used to it, I'll get used to it. Anyone want to help me up?"

"Ugh, I don't want to get into trouble."

The chat room was filled with complaints from everyone.

P.S.: First update, 11 more to go.

I tried to sleep for an hour but couldn't fall back asleep. How could I owe so much?

Tsk~ I need votes, godfathers! I need votes!!! I didn't even post a bounty! I dreamt of the Empress! Damn it!

Scars, Volume 1:

Chapter 127 (Chapter 122) Is it too late to leave now? Kahn?

"They don't have special forces; the Ultra Warriors' stats are all very average!"

"The intelligence provided by Kahn shows that the way the Ultramarines First Division, Captain Remus Ventanus, and his team handle the battlefield is a perfect example!"

Ger's voice came from the conference room, where the company commanders of the Warhounds were having a heated discussion, simulating how to defeat their cousins ​​head-on on the battlefield.

The holographic image continuously flashed the direction of the Warhounds' attack, and Gale, as the commander-in-chief, brilliantly defeated wave after wave of Ultramarines. According to Lu Heng's calculations, with Gale's current command ability, he would be wiped out by the Ultramarines in the 347th Ultramarines counterattack.

Clearly, Geer has failed once again.

The Warhounds' high command remained silent, gazing at the battlefield flattened by the blue ocean. From the initial surprise attack on the Ultra Warriors to Lu Heng's simulation, the scales of victory should have been tipped in Geer's favor.

Unfortunately, there is no regret in war.

"As you can see, the Five Hundred Worlds at full power are simply beyond our ability to contend with."

Anglon looked at Ger.

Gel shook his head; he did not choose to question the Legion's sovereign leader.

"The only legion we ever defeated was the Night Lords."

Even so, the number of War Hounds lost has exceeded two-thirds.

Ultramarines, Dark Angels, Midnight Lords.

With the help of the Legion Lord, the Warhounds' leadership have conducted dozens of simulations, and these were not localized wars, but rather Nukelia as a backup.

Currently, Gale is the best one; at least in the second simulation, Gale captured Guilliman.

Although both Angron and Ger thought it was outrageous.

This is the benefit of charging into battle.

Lu Heng sent the Ultra Warriors' data to the personal terminals of every Warhound executive. Guilliman's number of charges into battle left everyone speechless.

I don't think this is a bad thing.

Lu Heng's electronic voice reached the ears of every soldier, and everyone turned their gaze to Anglong. Anglong slowly picked up a book and pretended to read it.

[Twenty-five battlebands, two hundred and fifty thousand Ultramarines, and countless reserves across five hundred worlds—even so, Guilliman continued to fight on the front lines, which, in a localized sense, had an encouraging effect on the Legion.]

[From a broader perspective, I don't want you to emulate Guilliman's abilities. Everyone here is a commander; your task is to bring victory to the Empire and humanity. Recklessness is unacceptable, and Angron has done a very good job in this regard!]

Anglong put down the book in his hand and proudly raised his head.

Each legion has its own unique characteristics, but the Ultramarines are too 'mediocre'. We can find the characteristics of other legions in the Ultramarines, even in ourselves.

[Macragh's journey ahead will be the starting point for the Warhounds' revolution. Commander, you did very well in these simulations, but failure is failure. You all still have a lot to learn.]

Lu Heng turned off the holographic image and gestured for SousUO:2, “”~Lin〃San5Liu)·SiAnglong to give a speech.

"You heard it, the words of the Legion's Supreme Leader are exactly what I wanted to say!"

"I... wait, wait, wait!"

Anglong stood up abruptly from his seat. Lu Heng felt like his system was crashing; it would have been better if he hadn't been allowed to speak at all.

......

Macurag, the center of the Five Hundred Worlds, is a temperate world that, thanks to the leadership of the Great Primarch Robert Guilliman, has become one of the few political and cultural centers of the human empire comparable to Terra.

The moment the Thirteenth Expeditionary Fleet leaped out of the warp, what Angron saw was a vast network of void torpedoes and patrolling battle groups of warships; the Five Hundred Worlds possessed their own navy.

This is an impenetrable defensive world. Angron is pondering how to break down this world, from the inside or the outside.

Or perhaps... they all exploded.

After banishing the strange thought from his head, Angron turned to look at Gel beside him.

"I'm devastated."

In response to Angron's question, Geer shook his head.

"I'm just thinking about when Nukelia can become as prosperous as the Five Hundred Worlds."

Having its own logistics line is a luxury that is a dream for the Warhounds. The Thirteenth Expeditionary Fleet still relies on the War Council and supplies allocated from Mars.

"There will be."

"Hopefully, Kahn can learn something from the Ultramarines."

Gale glanced at the Liu Macurag, which was sailing alongside the Redemption, and he seemed to see Kahn there. (Four,er≠)

"Ger! Ger! Ger! Ger! Ger!"

Kahn clutched a pen, his angry expression pleasing Marius Gage. He handed over some of the Ultramarines' documents to the apprentice from the Warhounds. Kahn was learning quickly, but not fast enough among the Ultramarines.

This cousin was born with a dislike for using his brain. Beyond war, there was still war; people's livelihood, logistics, politics, culture, and faith were all wars.

"You can't expect your axe to build a conquered planet."

Marius Gage chuckled.

“I know! But that doesn’t mean I can’t beat that guy black and blue with my own fists.”

"Kahn said resentfully."

"You can't beat him."

Marius Gage's directness made Kahn look dejected.

“I fought your governor and I lost. I remember your previous legion commander led his personal guard through the entire orc empire before joining the Dreadnoughts, and Gol was one of those guards. Actually, I’m not very good at teaching people.”

Marius Gage spoke as he reviewed the documents he was writing.

The Ultramarines were grateful to Kahn for rescuing their Primarch, but at the same time, Marius Gage hated Kahn for his brute behavior towards his Primarch.

Therefore, he specifically called over four friends to properly instruct Kahn on how to become a consul!

As the data surfaced, Marius Gage gazed at the feedback data, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Kahn, the Ultramarines are extremely grateful for your actions. I have specially found several teachers as excellent as myself to teach you."