Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

"Could you please remove your foot from my face before saying that?"

Margo said with a sullen look on his face, and Ger smiled and reached out to pull Margo up from the ground.

"War Hounds will have more tactics and be more alert, but we also need to exercise restraint and minimize casualties. Not everyone will have this honor, my brother."

Ger patted Margo on the shoulder.

"But we will have it, we will become the most feared legion in the Empire."

Rigel looked at Mago, this loyal warrior.

"The enemies of the Empire will utterly terrify us, no matter who they are."

"They will only be burned to become nutrients, and then become the foundation for the future."

Zhegel moved closer to Mago as he spoke.

He said, "Kid, I'm the first one."

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Margo was so angry that he wanted to punch Ger in the face, and in fact he did, but Ger blocked it.

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Volume 1: Chapter 145 (Chapter 139) They're all nails now, and they still don't want to work?

The giant axe of the Angron trembled the earth. The Genna people stared at the enormous war machine, at the cannonballs shooting from its black muzzle. Their numbers were numerous, but not infinite.

The Genna people had assumed that these warriors of the human empire would abandon their attack after learning of their atrocities, but they were wrong. The war was not over; it had only just begun. When Kahn realized that the legions had gotten what they needed, he no longer had the patience to dangle back and forth with these guys.

The war machines roared to life, and led by the giant axe of Angron, a torrent of steel began to crush beyond the walls of Marco. More Genna people began to appear, but Kahn didn't care.

"Crush them."

Commander Kahn of the Thirteenth Squadron coldly issued his orders. From the beginning, their objectives were only twofold: one was to obtain materials for the Butcher's Nail, and the other was to train the Nukelias Sun Auxiliary Army.

The people of Gugenna began to call out softly.

"Conflict is pointless."

"We just had a disagreement."

Disagreement?

Kahn inwardly scorned these thoughts. He thought, "Go tell my tracks all this. If you want to repent, go tell the dead governor. As for me, I will only bring victory to the great Father of Genetics!"

"Kahn, the fleet will provide you with support from now on."

Gel spoke from the communication line.

Just as Kahn was about to say no, he saw a dazzling light fall straight down from the sky, and Kahn sensed something was wrong at that distance.

"Prepare for impact!"

Kahn roared. Just as he had expected, although the attack vaporized the Genna in front of him, the shockwave overturned many vehicles. However, the only vehicle Kahn was in, the Angron Axe, remained completely unscathed.

"Ger, what happened?!"

This situation would never occur if the ruler of the legions were the sole authority.

"Sorry, we just hit a nail. The Hypnos brothers are having some trouble controlling it. The Legion Lord is teaching them how to execute precision strikes."

A nail? Not in control? Learning?

The barrage of information left Kahn completely bewildered, and he remained silent for a long time.

"did you mean?"

"Sorry, brother, I became the first person in the Legion to drive in a nail."

Sorry? Is this an apology? This is showing off! This is blatant showing off! Kahn felt his brain buzzing as he thought about this.

"Advance 2↑-guilt↑≥○silk『※>woo×—〉∑silksOUSUo: Attack!"

Kahn's voice was almost a roar, his saliva splattering onto the surrounding steel. He stared intently at the Genna androids not far away, seemingly venting all his anger on them.

In an instant, just a moment, the situation on the battlefield was completely reversed. The Genna people, who had been going toe-to-toe with the war hounds, found that their defenses had been breached in an instant. The buzzing war machines started up, and the entire battlefield turned into a meat grinder, with them as the meat!

Full speed ahead!

Kahn stared at the countless severed limbs and broken bodies scattered across the mountainside. He glanced at the terminal on his arm, and after a few seconds, he jumped off the Angron Great Axe, raising his chainsaw axe.

'Kahn, it seems the trip to Macurag hasn't matured you at all.'

Ger's voice came through the communication, and Kahn was so angry that the veins on his hands bulged.

It seems we'll have to postpone your nail-driving time.

Geer's tone held a hint of amusement, but more than that, it was one of boasting.

His image plummeted in Kahn's mind. Kahn, looking gloomy, put away his chainsaw axe and, after a sigh, got into the vehicle next to him.

Gore! Gore!

I will never forgive you!

A strong sense of resentment erupted within Kahn.

The aerial fire support became increasingly sophisticated. The thirteenth echelon launched a silent attack. With the help of the Nukelia Sun Auxiliary Army, Kahn, carrying his bolter, charged directly into the blue building. After cutting the last Genna bionic into six pieces, amber liquid splattered onto Kahn's helmet.

Kahn strode to the life support pods housing the Genna people.

Through the transparent glass of the crystal capsule, the hunched little man was visible. Most of the Genna people, due to tumors or other diseases, were unaware of the arrival of the war hounds; a few opened their eyes.

They opened their eyes in fear. (The crowd)

They saw Kahn remove his helmet, and then an angry glare appeared in the eyes of these scoundrels.

Why?

Ona used his psychic powers to question Kahn.

Why must you disturb our peace?

Kahn laughed and placed his hands on the glass of the crystal capsule.

"QNMD!"

Kahn's face was contorted with rage.

.......

Lotara Salyn took the parchment that the servitor had just spat out from the hand of the lieutenant beside her. She frowned as she looked at the intelligence that had been passed on from the choir.

"Connect me to Prince Anglon."

Lotara Salyn began to speak.

We already know that we are arriving.

The voice of the Legion Lord rang out, and soon Angron appeared on the bridge. The Redemption Guards stood tall and looked at the mortals inside the bridge, as well as Archon Gol, who was showing off to the other company commanders.

"Is it Terra or the Fourteenth Legion?"

Angron asked as soon as he arrived.

"Two letters, one from Terra and one from the Fourteenth Legion."

Lotara Salyn began.

Anglon took the parchment.

That's Terra's order. The Death Guard encountered some problems during the expedition, and the Warhounds were sent to assist the Death Guard in conquering an interstellar civilization.

Another message came from the Death Guard, stating that they did not need any support.

Angron frowned as he looked at the two letters.

"Ger, activate the star map!"

The combat holographic image on the bridge changed from a planet to a fan-shaped diagram. He carefully observed the nearby legions. There were a total of thirteen expeditionary fleets and two legions. Besides him, there was the Holy Blood Angels led by Saint Jeles.

"nail!"

A routine question.

Lu Heng thought quickly, sensing that something was amiss.

He quickly searched through all the information, and finally he found something strange, which was...

Mortarian did not sign his reply.

[Send five letters in your name. The War Hounds will arrive in Terra within a month. This is an order from the War Council.]

In Lu Heng's mind, the responsibility should first be shifted to the Terra conference, and as for the rest?

If there's a problem with Mortarion, then you should question the Emperor.

[Have Rand send people to collect this world's technology; we're about to set sail.]

[Hypnos, once you've processed this data, and you've put all the modules I gave you into use, I checked them, and they're all combat modules?]

Lu Heng was initially quite happy to have a little brother, but he wasn't so happy about the modules that this little brother was loading. They were all stuck and didn't seem to want to work.

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Volume 1: Chapter 146 Anglong: How about wearing a hat?

barren.

Not long ago, this world was brilliant; it should have been a shining star in the human empire. But their foolish minds not only rejected the human empire's invitation, but even pushed out their allies to join them, indicating that they would advance and retreat together.

The Galliperas Consortium.

This is the name of this civilization. On the edge of this world, inside a former capital city of this civilization, countless workers wearing gas masks and equipped with radar are busy working in a world filled with billowing smoke.

The entire structure of the hive collapsed, and Mortarion's army smashed the world like a heavy hammer, leaving it in ruins.

Mortarian sat atop a pile of ruins, clutching the severed head of a slain alien leader in his hand. Beneath his grey cloak lay a gaunt face, sunken eyes, and deep wrinkles clinging tightly to his skull like a scabbard of dead skin. *Whoosh*

The scales on the armor shimmered, this unique work of art from Barbarus suited Mortalian exceptionally well.

Breathing sounds emanated from the respirator covering half of Mortalian's face. Even now, in the world of the Pocket Empire, he had never truly left his own world—Barbarus.

Never left. Deceit

"The Twelfth Legion has arrived."

Behind him, Teras Typhon's voice rang out. Beneath his feet lay a muddy path of corpses and blood, but even on the slippery ground, the Barbarian warrior maintained his balance.

“My brother...”

"Your Highness Angron." Jiu

Tyrese Typhon cautioned that although he had advised the War Hounds not to come, the group did not seem to heed his advice.

"When will they arrive?" Saki

Mortarian leaned against his scythe and asked.

"They just came out of Mandvi Point, it should take them about three hours, or maybe... two Terra hours if they come any faster." (Neighbor)

"Teras Typhon spoke slowly."

......

On the Redemption, Angron leaned back in his chair, looking weary. Beside him was Ger, the only governor who had been imprisoned, who was intently dealing with the affairs of state on his desk. Opposite them was Kahn, whose eyes were bloodshot.

"I think Kahn should take a break."

Anglong offered words of comfort.

The two had been here for a week. Relying on the Hypnos above his head, Ger relentlessly provoked Kahn, while Kahn, as if possessed, engaged in a stalemate with Ger.

But how could Kahn possibly win in a two-on-one situation?

"The Death Guard wasn't particularly welcoming of our arrival, even when we tried to be more reserved."

"That's what Geer said at this moment."

Kahn then began to examine the terminal in his hand, damn it, he was a step too slow again!