Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Angron stretched out his fingers and pinched out a tiny gap.

"of course."

So that's what it was about. Guilliman smiled. (Liu)

"You don't need to put on such a convoluted show about things like Angron. We're brothers, and I'm happy for brothers to help each other... What is this?"

Before Guilliman could finish speaking, just as he was feeling happy to have helped a brother, he saw Angron take a document from Geer's hand and shove it into his own.

"I need a little bit of your help."

Guilliman's smile faded. He opened the folder, and as he looked at the aid projects listed in the documents, he took a deep breath.

"Brother, with just a little bit of yours, you could hollow out five hundred worlds." (Rain)

Guilliman's rationality returned, and he tore the documents to shreds in front of Anglon, his face expressionless. He now understood Roger Dorn.

“?”a

Anglon looked at Guilliman; Plan A had failed.

[Unit 2, Execute Plan B!]

Lu Heng had anticipated this, and he had prepared a Plan B in advance, and even a Plan E, CCDCEF!

"My brother!"

Angron sensed Guilliman's emotions. He remembered that he had just activated his ability! Why was Guilliman unaffected?

"You sent 100,000 Ultra Warriors to Nukelia."

"?"

Anglong was speechless for a moment. Was it not nails that were asking for such an exorbitant price?

"Thousands of production lines."

This is no longer a lion, this is a gluttonous beast.

"I suspect you're here to offer aid or to rob us."

Guilliman said quietly, "Although he sometimes likes to act on his emotions, that doesn't mean he can just hand over the Five Hundred Worlds."

"Hahaha! That was just a little joke!"

Angron just wanted to slap himself twice. He should have read that document himself. Now look what happened, he'd been tricked!

Those wretched nails!!!

“You know, Guilliman, I usually don’t get involved in things.”

Anglong rubbed his head.

Guilliman shuddered, his eyes flashing like lightning as he stared intently at Angron.

“My brother…Angron…what did you just say?”

Guilliman took a deep breath; a bad feeling was creeping over him.

“I delegated most of the tasks to others, and it was actually great.” √3』si｜≌四∩∧▲

Guilliman lowered his eyes and began to stare at the ceiling beneath Angron's feet. He had already deciphered the meaning behind Angron's words, which meant that the thing on his head was a super government processing unit!

A strange thought arose in Guilliman's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

“Angron, there are some things I feel I shouldn’t say.”

Guilliman offered his kind words of comfort.

He put his arm around Anglon's shoulder.

"You mean the nail has been doing this for you all along? Aren't you afraid...?"

"I think what's on your head should be monitored. You're a Primarch, after all. How about... I promise you, you remove the nail..."

"I do not want it!"

Guilliman's smile froze as he saw Angron push him away and back off, carrying a small trumpet in his hand.

"Hahaha! I was just joking. I don't want those things anymore!"

He stared warily at Guilliman. Damn, there's a dog!

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Chapter 1:

Chapter 130 (Chapter 125): Fire at me! Fire at me!!!

Kahn took a deep breath, sweat dripping onto the octagon floor. The hero opposite him seemed to have turned into a blur. He felt his tendons begin to groan faintly, his bones began to creak, and the longsword in his hand vibrated in the air.

The longsword in his hand was knocked away, and two fists slammed into his face, causing him to fall helplessly to the ground.

That's despicable!

Kahn looked up at the lights above and saw a familiar face.

Marius Gage.

His so-called teacher!

"Half an hour, Kahn, you held on for half an hour."

Marius Gage had no complaints about the Ultramarines' tactics. After all, on the battlefield, using numerical superiority to overwhelm the enemy was a tactical approach, even if it was too much for his cousin.

"Come again!"

As Marius Gage turned to leave, he heard Kahn stand up again behind him, shirtless. A smile crept onto Marius Gage's face; he had suddenly started to like this guy.

Gage raised his power boxing gloves and looked back at Kahn, his eyes filled with respect.

"You can choose your weapon."

"I don't need to hit you!"

Marius Gage grinned as he looked at Kahn, who was beaten black and blue by the Four Heroes, and strode over.

"is it?"

Marius Gagge swung his power gloves, holding back some of his strength. Kahn, whose body was already at its limit, bent his body with astonishing willpower, like a shrimp.

"For Angron and the Legion's supreme leader!"

Marius Gagge watched as Kahn dodged his power gloves, then felt Kahn's large foot whistling through the air as it aimed for his neck. Marius Gagge expressionlessly blocked the kick with his arm.

He heard the sound of bones breaking.

"For Nukelia!"

Even so, Kahn, with his amazing fighting skills, punched Marius Gage in the side of the face. That last blow was just a feint!

"Nice shot!"

Valentus Dolor shouted, but was met with a death stare from Gage: "Which side are you on?"

"That's not enough!"

Kahn wanted to launch another attack, but Marius Gage clearly didn't want to play with this kid anymore. He punched Kahn in the head, and the latter, with his own willpower, cursed "despicable" before collapsing to the ground unconscious.

Marius Gage crouched down and gazed at the unconscious Kahn.

“He has a lot of potential, and sometimes I feel that this guy would be a good fit for Ultra Warrior.”

Marius Gage said with a smile.

"A respectable soldier."

Echoes Lamiad nodded, and the other three heroes echoed his sentiments.

“His Highness Angron has entrusted this guy to us. We can’t disgrace the Ultramarines! He needs a crash course. Tauro Nikodmus, take him to the Macragge Residential Center tomorrow and let him experience the daily life of the Ultramarines.”

The Space Marines were never just violent machines of war. The great Guilliman considered them more than anything else. After the Great Crusade, they would become beacons of light for humanity. The Four Champions of Ortaramar were formed for this purpose. The five hundred worlds with semi-autonomous powers have already illuminated the path for the Space Marines after the Great Crusade!

Marius Gage watched as Kahn was carried away on a stretcher, wondering just how far his cousin could possibly go!

.......

"If I'm not mistaken, the political affairs of your legion and most matters concerning Nukelia are decided by that thing in your head!"

Call me Butcher's Nail or Nail!

Guilliman sat in the chair at his desk, looking at the small speaker that was making the sound, before turning his gaze to Anglon.

After using his superhuman brain and repeatedly speculating, Guilliman knew just how great a technology his brother had mastered!

"Great nail! Can you please tell me if your technology can be replicated?"

Guilliman looked up and asked, "Even a Space Marine dealing with hundreds of worlds would be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of administrative tasks. Perhaps turning a human into a data fragment is too inhumane, but for the entire Imperium, it would be a revolution."

Guilliman began simulating in his superhuman mind: one Butcher's Nail could easily handle the administration of a legion and an entire galaxy, so what about ten? A hundred? Or a thousand?

This computer embedded in their heads is the perfect tool for extreme warriors!

And most importantly, this machine is loyal!

"I think......"

"I don't need your opinion!"

Angron put his feet on Guilliman's tea table, looking at Guilliman with great resentment. He began to tear his Plan B to shreds. The nail actually wanted to sell him for a good price!

Angron disagreed! He absolutely disagreed! Luckily, his clever mind allowed him to glimpse the plan, even if it only stayed on Guilliman's head for a few days. (Swelling)

"One thousand production lines across five hundred worlds. I will dispatch the 22nd Warband, Nemesis, to Nukelia to help you build your own political culture from scratch!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Even if the Lord of Man came, Angron wouldn't be able to remove the nail from his head!

"My brother!"

"We were all created using the Emperor's genetic technology. To put it bluntly, I know exactly what kind of bad intentions you have in your heart!"

Angron leaped up in a rage, declaring, "The son of the mountains will not yield!"

"Half a month!"

"I just need to test it! Angron, you can't let something that benefits the future of humanity gather dust on your head like the Mechanicus did!"

Guilliman has made his biggest concessions, but Angron clearly still doesn't want to take the thing off his head!

"I wipe it every day!"

Angron retorted that he didn't believe in these guys at all!

Conrad Coates was like that, Guilliman was like that too, he was the real brother of the nail!

Guilliman narrowed his eyes. He knew that nothing was off-limits except for matters of human interest. If it wasn't, then his bargaining chips weren't enough!

"1,500 production lines, and the 500 Worlds will unconditionally support the construction of Planet Nukelia! Furthermore, the 500 Worlds are happy to share technology with Nukelia. Perhaps we can share the technology for something like the Butcher's Nail! An Ultramarines Chapter will help you for 15 years! And I only need to wear this thing for a week!"

"It's good that Nukelia is left to fend for herself!"

I agree!!!

Anglong muted his microphone the moment Lu Heng spoke, but he was still a beat too slow!

"Lotara Salyn! Issue an extermination order for my location!"

This was Angron's last stand, but unfortunately, his orders were never issued!

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Volume 1: Chapter 131 (Chapter 126) Guilliman and the Butcher's Nail! (1)

This deal was a great deal for Lu Heng! He made a huge profit!

He even felt that the Ultra Warriors had already lost a lot of money!

But some people don't think so, especially Angron, who now feels that Macurag is a place he never wants to come back to in his life!

The stench of money made Angron feel nauseous! Utterly disgusting!

He tried to stop the Butcher's Nail from leaving his head, but after being electrocuted, he could only watch in humiliation as the nail hopped and skipped onto Guilliman's table.

[One week.] Lin