Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

When Marius Gage said those words with a smile, Kahn immediately sensed something was wrong. He stood up and walked straight out the door without saying a word. The door opened, and dozens of Ever Victorious Army soldiers brandished their weapons, staring intently at Kahn.

"Is it too late to leave now, my cousin?"

Marius Gage looked at Kahn's retreating figure.

P.S.: Second update! Fishing... two conches, no luck, tsk!

Damn it! It won't give me a mouth! Next time I'll use an angel to burrow!

Ughh ...

Volume 1: Chapter 128 (Chapter 123) - A Burning Faith!

At the Macurag Space Orbiter Dock, as the Redemption docked smoothly, Angron looked at the open hatch and strode out. Not far away, he saw Guilliman emerge from the other side.

"Angron!"

Guilliman greeted Angron.

"My brother, it's your turn to treat me now."

Angron gazed at the group of Ultramarines standing in the center. Their armor was different from the pure blue Ultramarines; it was blue-gold armor, and the badges and marks that honored their past glory shimmered on their bodies.

【Four Heroes, Unit 2, you really have a lot of influence.】 [◎Transfer Qun: ⊙[俬¨吚路♀≈啾奇□]

Lu Heng joked.

Echoes Lamiad, Connor Ingenie.

Tauro Nikodmus, Salamans Hero.

Valentus Dolor, Oukrudda Elite.

Stross Armintas, Lax Elite.

These four are not only political figures in the current 500 worlds, but as veterans of the Extreme World, they were also Guilliman's favorites, each ruling over dozens or even hundreds of worlds.

Lu Heng crammed all the information into Anglong's head. Anglong knew that there were many talented Ultramarines, so what!

He has nails!

"The Five Hundred Worlds welcomes you anytime you wish."

Guilliman said jokingly, then looked at his offspring.

"It seems you can't wait to entertain your cousins."

Guilliman grabbed Anglon's shoulder.

"Brother, come on, I'll show you the culture of the 500-year-old world."

Looking at Guilliman, who seemed to have relaxed, Angron realized that Guilliman had a side he didn't know about.

"Ger!"

Gel followed Angron, but how could he hear Kahn's voice? It must be a hallucination!

Just as Kahn spoke, he saw four figures appear directly in front of him.

"Marius Gage, this must be the warrior who saved the five hundred world lords!"

Ekos Lamiad and the other heroes looked at Kahn, whose throat bobbed with saliva as he finally felt a sliver of fear.

"Um... cousins!"

Kahn tried to explain himself.

2 "That's right! This is my student, the brave warrior who saved Lord Guilliman. Warhound Gel specially sent him to the Ultramarines so that we could help him learn how to become a qualified governor!"

Marius Gage didn't allow Kahn to explain; he spoke first, smiling as he looked at the Four Heroes of Altrama.

"Warriors? I love the Warriors the most!"

"Kahn, is it? Looks like your fighting skills are pretty good! Let's go! The octagon!"

Valentus Dolor patted Kahn on the shoulder. "Warriors? He loves the Warriors!"

The four heroes, seeing the look Gage gave them, instantly knew how to take care of Kahn, thanks to their years of wartime friendship.

"Haha! Cousin! I wouldn't presume to offer tips, but we can certainly exchange ideas!"

Kahn laughed!

......

Planet 67-89-13.

The giant walking beneath the blizzard was not wearing a magnificent suit of armor; his sash fluttered in the wind, and the oaths and scriptures on his breastplate were his vows to the Lord of Mankind and his loyalty to humanity.

"Heretical beliefs have been eradicated."

A voice sounded behind him, and the giant turned around.

"That's why we're here, Colfaren."

The seventeenth son of Emperor Luojia stood atop the destroyed human castle, smiling with satisfaction as he watched his own rhythm unfold. He brought the enormous scepter in his hand down onto the snow-covered ground.

The stone made a crisp sound.

This scepter is named Lumen.

"Angron is back."

Luo Jia seemed to be speaking to Colfaren behind him, or perhaps to himself.

"Yes, yet another Primarch."

Kolfalen gazed at the back of the Imperial demigod. He couldn't see Luo Jia's face, and he didn't know what Luo Jia thought of this newly returned brother.

Do you think he'll join us?

"Excuse me for being frank, but I don't know."

After a long silence, Colfaren spoke.

"He is in Macurag."

Luo Jia spoke slowly, leaning against his scepter, his eyes narrowed. He watched as his offspring returned to the mothership aboard transport ships, much like the faith that Luo Jia wanted to promote.

“He should come to my world and see the true path laid out before me. Humanity needs faith, and faith needs truth. Colfaren, who do you think is suitable to join the Warhounds? And what kind of person is my newly returned brother?”

Faced with Luo Jia's question, Colfaren was speechless. He had no idea how to answer or respond, and he hesitated to speak.

"How is Inzar Thales?"

Colfaren suggested that Colfaren just didn't like the guy.

Luo Jia knew Inzar Therus; he was a learned theologian. He believed that Inzar Therus would deliver the Emperor's faith to the Thirteenth Legion.

After thinking for a long time, Luo Jia finally nodded.

“Sure, I don’t think I gave this brother who hasn’t returned yet any gift. You can have Inzar Thales take a copy of the Book of Truth over there. I’m curious what my brother will think of me.”

Colfalen remained silent for a long time. Was he going to give her a book he had written as a gift?

“I’ve heard that although Angron is a barbarian, he loves reading. Perhaps we have something in common.”

Luo Jia laughed, saying that he didn't know what the war hounds needed, and that this was also a test of his brother.

“Tell Terra that the Word Bearers have conquered another world, and have them send colony ships!”

Luo Jia relaxed his facial expression, but his eyes remained sharp, like a fierce flame, as if he wanted to burn all heretical doctrines to ashes.

"As ordered."

Colfaren stepped back.

Luo Jia did not turn around; he closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

"Angron? Angron! Will you be my companion on this journey?"

The ribbon stopped, and Luo Jia felt the wind suddenly cease. A Thunder Eagle hovered directly in front of him. Luo Jia took a step forward and walked into the Thunder Eagle with great reverence.

From afar, Kolfaren watched Luo Jia leave with a gloomy expression. He calmly observed Luo Jia's departure. He had failed in his attempt to create the image, but he had also succeeded. Kolfaren shook his head.

Faith is not a flaw, but the cornerstone of a steadfast future for humanity!

Luo Jia thought intensely that everything he had, his entire being, was for this purpose!

The hatch is closed.

P.S.: Update~~~~~!! Okay, going to take a nap...

Please vote, godfathers! Please vote~~~~~~

Volume 1: Chapter 129 (Chapter 124) There's a dog!!!

A tourist attraction that's all about checking off tourist spots!

Guilliman stared at Angron, who was holding a megaphone. He could no longer tell who the true ruler of the five hundred worlds was. He watched as Angron excitedly held the megaphone and led him ahead. They passed through the residential area and arrived at Macurag's school. Amid the worship and exclamations of the mortals, Angron smiled and waved, while checking in at the school's database!

"..."

Guilliman really wanted to say something, but all the words he wanted to say were swallowed back. He then saw the war hounds, like bandits, begin to carry away the school's textbooks.

“My brother, perhaps you should…see the scenery of Macurag.”

"Our culture..."

Guilliman tried to make Anglon more normal.

[Collected all. I've located a factory nearby; it seems to be a weapons production line. Okay, let's go check out how the Five Hundred Worlds operates! GOGOGO! Let's go!]

"You're right, my brother!"

Angron stood up, unplugged the data synapse from the terminal, and then went to Guilliman's side, patted his brother on the shoulder, and said excitedly.

"The Five Hundred Worlds are truly wonderful!"

"No need for such flattery. I've had mortals prepare a banquet for you and your warhounds. You may be the first person in the five hundred worlds to receive such hospitality..."

Anglong didn't have time to listen to Guilliman's nonsense. "The Five Hundred Worlds are great! Great!" Anglong was so jealous that he grabbed Guilliman's shoulder, forcing the latter to jog alongside Anglong.

Guilliman didn't know why Anglon was in such a hurry.

"Brother... the technology involved here is not... I can help you."

When Guilliman saw that Anglon was in a hurry and wanted to enter a factory, he quickly said that he had just come home and wanted to rest instead of shopping!

Ms. Euton is still waiting for him to come home for dinner!

"Really?"

Angron tilted his head, seemingly waiting for Guilliman to say such a thing.

He gripped Guilliman's hand tightly, which made Guilliman feel very uncomfortable for a moment, as he saw the adoring look in Angron's eyes.

worship?

Guilliman began to have doubts; he wondered if he was imagining things.

“Nukeria is a dead… wilderness, enslaved ever since I came to that world, Guilliman.”

Angron’s tone was very dejected, which made Guilliman feel deep sympathy for Angron’s plight.

"I was like a CS player in the arena, putting on a ridiculous show for those powerful people. My brother, I have never seen... never seen a prosperous city like Macurag. It makes me yearn for it."

Anglong's voice trembled with passion, and every word he spoke was the result of Guilliman's long-term efforts, which made Guilliman extremely proud.

“If the people of Nukelia could have half the happiness of your world… or even one ten-thousandth of it, I would consider myself a qualified leader.”

When Angron spoke with deep emotion, tears welled up in his eyes. Guilliman was deeply moved by the tears that flowed down his face. He wanted to say something to comfort Angron, but Guilliman was completely at a loss for words. He could only stare silently at Angron's emotional face.

Anglong wiped away his tears.

Then she wiped away another tear.

Anglon looked at Guilliman, wondering why Guilliman wasn't saying anything yet.

The nails had almost punctured his tear ducts!

“My brother, you can just say what’s on your mind.”

Guilliman looked at Anglon, and he had a feeling that something was wrong—a politician’s intuition.

"I hope the Five Hundred Worlds can offer Nukelia a little help."