Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

At first, Guilliman didn't think much of it, believing that Butcher's Nail was repairing the boat of his friendship with Angron, but he soon realized he was wrong.

"How could you possibly destroy my fleet without even detecting it!"

Marius Gage was extremely agitated. He was leading the main fleet in contact with Lu Heng's fleet, but his fleet had not yet discovered that all the ships had been destroyed.

Something is wrong!

Compared to the dull-witted Ultramarines, Angron and his men were well-prepared, relying on the asteroid belt for defense, yet their casualty ratio was still 1:9.

Guilliman stared intently at the tactical video, ignoring Marius Gage's voice. Angron, as the second line of defense, had essentially been destroyed after Marius Gage's defeat.

He believed that the nails had this ability, but even so, Guilliman felt his scalp tingle. Not to mention the long-range attacks, the routes of every Ultramarines fleet had been thoroughly explored. He studied Angron's tactics.

That means that as soon as a light spear is spotted in one direction, the entire fleet will fire in that direction.

The method is silly, but it works!

Even so, Macurag on the map was still in danger, and Guilliman suspected that Nail was cheating.

[I don't need to cheat to beat you up.]

A simple sentence made the faces of all the Empire Supermen present turn red. Compared to the war hounds, these Ultra Warriors were extremely angry. Not only were they inferior in skill, but they were also restrained from beginning to end. They were like dogs being led around!

"Can you tell me which legion you're using?"

Guilliman asked.

[Just a support army for the sun!]

Lu Heng said, "Space Marines? No, we don't need them. We have long-range firepower to suppress enemy fire, so we don't need Space Marines at all."

Being an Imperial demigod is indeed a troublesome thing, but as long as he doesn't run into either Angron or Guilliman, he is invincible in space.

Guilliman quickly made his decision. He first incorporated his own troops and then sent a warband to support Angron. He then prepared for a decisive battle at Macurag and the Spikes.

The defenses around Macurag began to learn from the War Hounds and fire indiscriminately.

Lu Heng was satisfied with Guilliman's decision.

Then he unleashed a barrage of firepower that completely stunned Guilliman.

The moment thousands of ships appeared, Guilliman was stunned. If this wasn't cheating, what was it?

[I have devoured all five hundred worlds surrounding them, leaving only a few resource planets. I destroyed the rest. After all, for me, victory is all that matters, while you have much more to consider.]

Lu Heng said quietly.

The war was never confined to one battlefield. While Guilliman kept his sights on Macragge, he had already secretly conquered all the other worlds.

"How did you do that?"

According to the simulation, Ling should have received the message.

[It's simple. Even though I'm a traitor, I can still gain their trust by using the Empire's name. If Angron Unit 2 launches a sneak attack on you, what would you consider that?]

[Unit 13, you might think this is a misunderstanding.]

Guilliman's eyes narrowed. What... did this mean?

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Volume 1: Chapter 135 (The End)

Often, Butcher's Nail doesn't need to explain things too clearly, because Guilliman will know how to handle it.

In fact, seven days is a very short time. After working for a few hours each day in the office or archives under Anglon's watchful eye, Guilliman could then play with Anglon while wearing nails.

Of course, it was just normal communication between the war hounds and the Ultramarines!

Seventh day.

Angron crossed his legs and held a watch in his hand. When the timer ended, Angron immediately turned his gaze to Guilliman.

He naturally extended his hand.

"Time's up, Robert Guilliman!"

"Angron, the demigod of the Empire, roared loudly. Surprisingly, the moment Guilliman looked up at Angron, Angron felt a bad feeling creep into his heart."

"Rent it again..."

"I'll rent you, my foot!!"

Angron watched as Marius Gage took out a document from the side. Without even looking at it, Angron knocked the document out of Marius Gage's hand. As the document flew through the air, he flew directly in front of Guilliman.

He gripped Guilliman's face tightly with both hands!

Week after week! Who wants your Makulag junk!

"Just kidding! Bro! Just kidding!!!"

Guilliman saw Angron's face contorted with rage and shouted, but Angron was unmoved. He threw Guilliman to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw and stared intently at Guilliman, as if to say, "If you don't return the nail to me today, I'll take you down with me."

Even after Guilliman felt the Butcher's Nail leave his face, a smile still lingered on his lips. He knew then how much his brother valued that nail.

Marius Gage looked at the brotherhood among the Imperial demigods, shook his head slightly, and then he saw Gol staring straight at him from the side.

"I thought you would help the father of genetics."

"Gale said quietly," Marius Gage said, watching as Gale lowered his fist. He smiled.

"Brother, if you want to fight me, we can meet in the octagon."

Marius Gage began.

"Thank you to your Legion Commander for your contributions to the Ultramarines."

This was a genuine statement from Marius Gage. At least in every simulation, Nail always prioritized dealing with Imperial demigods who dared to board his ships, such as Guilliman, Guilliman, or Guilliman.

Marius Gage knew that although his genetic father was rational, he had always disagreed with his tactics of leading the charge, and although he had tried to persuade him, it had little effect.

After Guilliman was killed thirteen times in a row by a barrage of light spears, the Lord of Macragge finally realized that he was a commander, not a warrior. Once Guilliman began to command properly, the war went exceptionally smoothly, although he was still being soundly defeated.

This also cast a shadow over them. They had never won a space war, and although they had won ground wars, the opponents were mortals. Even the Solar Auxiliary Forces were nothing more than thicker cans of food under the powerful air firepower.

However, they still won once. When the first sneak attack began, the Ultramarines' first reaction was to counterattack, and then counterattack again. All the fleets formed a line and charged directly at the enemy. After braving the artillery fire to hold back the Nail's main warships, they boarded the ship.

Then, after losing two Primarchs and most of their fleet, they achieved a crushing victory.

Simulation is not a difficult task in Warhammer, but being beaten like this has given the Ultramarines a certain respect for the Warhounds.

Under cross-command, the high command of the Ultramarines and Warhounds gradually became familiar with each other, especially Kahn, the guy who was trained by Marius Gage and the Four Heroes.

When Angron felt the data synapses of the nail re-enter his body, he finally calmed down.

"Nail! Stop revising your blue documents in my head!"

Guilliman heard Angron's roar and smiled kindly, then patted Angron on the shoulder.

“You have a great brother.”

“But I need to tell you, Anglong, sometimes the choice is in your own hands. Maybe the nail has intervened in your life’s destiny, but your life is what you chose. This is not to sow discord, but a consensus between the nail and me.”

"Use your brain more, my brother."

Guilliman offered a kind reminder.

"Honestly, I know why the other guys hate you so much!"

"Angron said with slight annoyance."

"By the way, you wore it for an extra seventeen seconds just now. Let's talk about that extra time!"

Anglon pointed at the timer, and Guilliman's expression changed.

Even if it's a gift...

"I don't offer freebies here; any extra time will incur charges! Robert Guilliman!"

"I'm renewing my lease!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Just as Guilliman and Anglon were arguing.

[The Supreme Ruler of the Legion!]

Lu Heng received a message from Nukelia, in which the Word Bearers sent a priest.

A Word Bearer? A pastor?

Lu Heng neither disliked nor liked Huaiyan, but he absolutely did not like his son.

A religious fanatic, a guy who makes a living off his faith.

If it were simply a matter of blindly believing in the Emperor, Lu Heng would absolutely not say anything, and would even cheer and applaud with his own data. But a world subtly influenced by the Gods Zero...

Since Luo Jia reclaimed his planet, he was unaware that the evil forces had not perished because of his new doctrine. On the contrary, they had become even more deeply hidden. Just look at the kind of people around Luo Jia: a foster father who believed in an evil god—Colfaren, and Eribas. Just these two alone gave Lu Heng a headache.

And this guy isn't like Conrad Coz; their survival in the Legion isn't something that can be solved with a simple data breach!

This is a trouble.

As for Inzar Thales from the Word Bearers, Lu Heng plans to deal with him slowly after returning to Nukelia; he is a master of disguise.

Lu Heng considered his reply for a moment, then sent the email back. He just hoped this guy wouldn't cause any trouble in Nukelia, otherwise...

His light spear is no joke!

"So you're planning to leave now?"

Guilliman looked at Anglon.

"Nonsense! Macurag, I don't want to stay here for another day!"

"How about I visit your Nukelia for a couple of days?"

Angron laughed when he heard Guilliman's shameless words.

"We cannot accommodate guests from such remote and impoverished areas!"

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Volume 1: Chapter 136 Chapter 131 Kahn: Speak Up for Me!

Time in the Five Hundred Worlds is fleeting. Amidst Guilliman's familiar voice, Angron returned to his ship expressionlessly, though he seemed to have forgotten something.

Unable to recall the details immediately, Angron still ordered Lotara Salyn to activate the Redemption, and their target was—Nukeria!

Nukaria.

Inzar Tyrus has been in this transformed world for almost a month, where he has visited the planet's governor, Oynormouth, but the mechanical-headed fellow is clearly uninterested in the beliefs and words he speaks.

He attempted to spread the truth believed by the Loka on the planet, but with little effect. As the headquarters of the Temple Master Rand, the shrewd old man, after realizing that Inzar Thales was promoting a faith other than the Myriad Machines, directly ordered his Guardians to monitor the guy 24 hours a day.

You're doing evil deeds on the territory of the God of Myriad Machines?

Rand was the first to object!

In this situation, Rand has no choice but to defend itself at all costs!

......

Inzar Thales sat in his room, offering a devout prayer. Although the object of his prayer was suspicious, the Mechanicus had not yet found anything else in his surroundings.

He was a priest and also a representative of the Seventeenth Legion.

He should have received a grand welcome, but his cousins ​​were completely indifferent to his arrival.

Tinzal Therus, a warrior born of the signs of his homeworld and formerly a priest of the Covenant, lit the candlesticks on the table.

Shunukeria has no churches, no temples; it is simply a dry desert.

Q. And he, Inzar Thales, will be that spring, he will nourish this land.

And this room was his church, his writing room, and his place of prayer.

Inzar Thales didn't know when the war hounds would return—maybe tomorrow, maybe a year from now, maybe when the Great Crusade ended...

When the gate opened, Nukelia's beam of light shone in, and Inzar Thales knew they were back.

Bianglong looked at the furnishings in the room: the scriptures, the idols, and a bald man.

Inzar Thales knelt on the ground, praying. Even with the arrival of the Imperial demigod, he did not stop his prayers. Ger frowned, about to speak up to stop him, but was stopped by Angron's gesture. He watched as the priest Inzar Thales finished his prayer.