Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Go and bring me the legion's recent administrative documents. Since that guy likes to be here, there's no shortage of War Hounds! We can handle official business too!"

As Gel watched his Gene Father roar unusually loudly, he knew that the Gene Father was not in a particularly good mood, but it seemed that the Legion's official duties had not been touched much by Angron.

"My brothers, you need the Ultramarines to help you..."

Guilliman's voice came through; he was absorbing the essence of this tactic, and his question stemmed from genuine goodwill.

But Angron clearly misunderstood. He glared at Guilliman, flicked his robe, and left without looking back.

"unnecessary!"

If I return and find you've made a mess of the Legion's affairs, I'll hang you from the stern of the Redemption.

Guilliman now understood why Anglong liked to carry a small megaphone. The moment Lu Heng's voice came through the megaphone, he saw Anglong's body visibly pause for a moment.

"Just a trivial official business!"

Angron threw a tantrum.

"He seems very angry."

Guilliman looked at Angron kicking the stones on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum.

[Your brother hasn't used his brain in too long!]

Lu Heng expressed his understanding!

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Volume 1: Chapter 133 (Chapter 128) Guilliman and the Butcher's Nail (3)

They are family! They are brothers!

They are the comrades who fought and bled together in Nukaria!

Looking at the smiling blue thing in the hall, Anglong felt that the guy was extremely irritating. He wanted to go up and hit him with an axe right now!

But he can't!

He stood in the banquet hall with his arms crossed, wearing a green robe, looking like a wild beast that might go berserk at any moment. Not only Angron, but even the Redeemer Guard who accompanied Angron to the banquet all stared at the master of this hall—Robert Guilliman—with resentment!

Angron's unapproachable demeanor made the nobles of Macurag completely afraid to approach him, fearing that this guy might suddenly lose his temper and twist them into pretzels!

Meanwhile, Guilliman, the superhuman politician, was skillfully dealing with these powerful figures. He could accurately name every mortal, and strange information about their families flooded into his eyes. In Guilliman's mind, these mortals were inherently loyal, but with Lu Heng's prompting, Guilliman was shocked to discover that these guys' loyalty... was not enough!

Humans are complex emotional beings. As long as there are people, there is a world of intrigue and interests. Although the loyalty of these powerful figures and those wandering merchants to the empire is beyond doubt, their potential remains to be explored.

For example, Guilliman pretended to be very troubled and wanted to form a transport fleet, which would mainly transport some special products from the Five Hundred Worlds to Terra. This trouble attracted the attention of the representatives of the wandering merchants, who began to nervously introduce themselves, while the powerful and wealthy also wanted a share of the pie.

With Lu Heng's assistance, Macurag inexplicably gained an extra source of income.

When Angron saw this, he almost bit his gums to pieces!

Number 13! Number 13! Damn Guilliman!

Angron turned away from Guilliman and sat down in a chair to start eating Macurag's snacks. His anger turned into appetite, and he intended to stuff himself to death!

Guilliman watched as a group of demons began to frantically devour the food at the banquet, his eyelids twitching. He felt that the resentment in Angron had materialized!

Just as Guilliman was about to step forward to offer comfort.

“I saw the list you sent me.”

A slightly aged woman walked over. Guilliman turned his head and saw his mother. He smiled gently, like a child, and looked at Ms. Euton.

"That looks a bit bland."

Ms. Ewton complained a little, but her tone was very relaxed.

"This is for your health."

Guilliman forgot about Angron and looked at the slightly aged queen who had raised him.

"I accept this gift. Is that your brother?"

Lady Yoton looked at Angron, who was eating and drinking voraciously, and asked him a question. Angron, who was gorging himself, turned his head when he heard someone call his name. The moment he saw the mortal next to Guilliman, he recognized her as Guilliman's mortal mother. After thinking for a few seconds, he swallowed the food in his mouth and stood up from his chair.

Hey! My brother!

Angron smiled broadly, showing no sign of anger whatsoever. He put his arm around Guilliman's shoulder, which made Guilliman wary.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

Guilliman stood silently in front of Ms. Euton.

"Who is this......"

“Ms. Yoton, my foster mother in Macurag!”

Guilliman explained that this was the first time he had introduced his demigod brother, and he only hoped that Angron would act like a human!

"Hello, big guy."

Ms. Eudon greeted Anglon.

"My name is Anglon, Guilliman's brother. It's our first meeting, Ms. Yoton. I'm sorry I didn't bring any gift..."

Anglong seemed to freeze up at this point.

"Ger!"

Angron turned around quickly and growled softly. He hadn't prepared any gifts, but he had prepared nails! Even though the nails were currently stuck in Guilliman's head!

But he'll always come back!

Ger jogged over.

"Bring out the gift prepared by the Legion's Supreme Leader!"

Angron said, and Ger quickly had the Redemption Guards beside him bring out the gift that the Legion Lord had prepared for Lady Yoton.

"This is a gift prepared for you by the Twelfth Legion."

Angron emphasized the words "Twelfth Legion" before looking at Guilliman and his mask.

Guilliman reached out and took the heavy object from Angron's hand. It was some local specialties of Nukelia. Although it wasn't particularly valuable, Guilliman and Yodon were still grateful.

He felt that his brother wasn't quite as he had thought.

"grateful."

Yodon smiled as he looked at Angron.

"No, I should thank you. After all, it was you who raised Guilliman to be so outstanding. I even envy my brother for having such a wonderful mother. I agree that Guilliman regards you as the most precious person to him."

Angron subtly began to undermine Guilliman.

Guilliman's lips twitched.

“Family is very important to me. I had a best friend. We fought together and laughed together. That guy was my family. We understood each other perfectly, but he left me for some reason.”

Angron sighed, and Guilliman's expression turned serious. "Would Angron steal his mother?"

"my brother."

Guilliman began to probe.

"It's alright, Ms. Yoton. I'm just a barbarian, but rest assured, if anyone bullies Guilliman, I, Angron, will be the first to object!"

Surprisingly, Angron didn't say anything offensive. He simply punched Guilliman hard in the chest. Guilliman gasped, his face turning slightly red, but the nail quickly masked the pain.

"Guilliman is honored to have you as a brother!"

Ms. Ewton laughed, but soon a tired look appeared on her face.

Angron watched with a smile as Ms. Yotton left, but after she was gone, he stopped smiling and looked at Guilliman.

"My brother, you have six days, eight hours, forty minutes, and twelve seconds left. I'll be watching you!"

Angron pointed his finger at his eyes.

"I think my brother is pretty good at math."

Guilliman said with a wry smile.

He would be better off focusing his energy on the legion. Alright, do you need a rest, Your Highness Guilliman?

“When swelling ○: turn ∷ˉ: 〓＋°ˇ Lin Si ≮) woo ≥ ≌ slip Si Ran not......

Guilliman shook his head and touched the mask on his face.

'Snapped! '

A hand knocked his hand away.

"I told you I'd be keeping an eye on you!"

Guilliman silently watched Angron approach, and thought, "Damn it!"

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Volume 1: Chapter 134 (Chapter 129) Guilliman and the Butcher's Nail (4)

It was a hard feeling to describe. Guilliman felt the data codes constantly flowing through his mind. He took a deep breath and could feel the temperature of the nails on his face.

Although Butcher's Nail was of great help to Guilliman, after getting to know him better over the past two days, Guilliman discovered that Nail was different from his preconceived notions. He was a living, breathing person with his own joys, sorrows, and emotions.

"Can a device like yours be worn on an ordinary person's head?"

Guilliman asked.

[You want them dead? Intense emotional fluctuations can often kill mortals, even turning them into idiots and madmen. Apart from the Primarchs, those mortals will only become nourishment for the Butcher's nails.]

Lu Heng conveyed this information to Guilliman, and Guilliman recorded it.

[After the Butcher's Nail is embedded, their brains will be damaged. I am driven by strong emotions, which means that even if mortals wear the Butcher's Nail, their lifespan will be shortened or they will be controlled by the Butcher's Nail.]

9. [This is a vicious technique.]

Guilliman's expression showed a hint of surprise. He had just been testing the waters, but he hadn't expected this guy to be so direct in revealing all his secrets.

"I thought you would advise me to drive nails into the heads of all my offspring."

II. [I've told you before that I'm human. Humans need to build their own future. I wouldn't do something so blasphemous, and the Emperor wouldn't allow it. A few key figures can be controlled, but if all of humanity is driven into position, the data will be constantly changing.]

Teruhiko had considered this question before, but ultimately rejected it.

Humans cannot be bound by the past, and Guilliman, don't you think that sometimes relying too much on me is also a mistake?

"Machines may only be an aid, but you are important to humanity."

Lin Guilliman praised him, then glanced at Angron, who was sitting on the ground next to him, staring intently at him.

"The same goes for my brother."

Guilliman had no interest in stealing the nail, even though he knew that having the nail on his face would accelerate the Great Crusade and the Five Hundred Worlds, but he didn't like taking other people's things.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Soeman began discussing with Butcher's Nail how to build a defensive perimeter around the Five Hundred Worlds.

Both sides began to conduct simulations.

"Hey bro, what are you guys talking about? Count me in."

N Anglong came over with a grin.

"Nail and I are conducting simulations, searching for weaknesses in the defenses of the Five Hundred Worlds."

Guilliman made no attempt to hide anything.

"German, bring the hologram in here! You come too!"

Angron immediately became interested upon hearing this.

Angron is a great sparring partner.

Hearing Nail's words, Guilliman smiled happily, but his smile quickly faded.

......

Guilliman's expression was serious, as was that of Angron beside him.

He was rapidly analyzing the battlefield situation using his super brain, as was Angron. Gale, Kahn, Marius Gage, and even the Four Heroes were all gathered together, and the Ultramarines and Warhounds' high command were all sweating profusely.

Guilliman initially thought he was fighting against Angron, but he soon realized that he and Angron were fighting together against the Butcher's Nail on his face.