Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

“I have absolutely no connection with that brother. We’ve never even met. We’re here like we’re stealing spoils of war. What do you think he’ll think of me?”

Angron spoke directly in front of his own offspring.

"Motalian is not Guilliman, but he better not be Guilliman."

Angron continued to complain.

Instead of complaining, why don't you take a look at the information I sent you?

Lu Heng collected all the data he could find in the sky. Unlike Hypnos, his information collection range was much farther and faster, perhaps because of the difference in their machines.

"A guy wearing a gas canister, I'm really curious, is Barbarossa gas really that easy to inhale?"

Why don't you just take off his mask and see for yourself?

Lu Heng made a little joke.

Angron glanced thoughtfully at the person across the table; it was Korga. Lu

At this moment, a nail was also driven into Korga's head. Like Gel, who had grown his own hair, Korga had also grown his hair out, and his nail resembled a mask. Nine

Just like a bat.

"The Ghost Company is ready, Father."

The mask on Korga's face slowly opened, revealing his nails, named Theseus, after a hero in ancient Terran mythology.

“Go do it, Kolgar. We need intelligence. If the Death Guard doesn’t want to share intelligence with us, then let us do it ourselves!”

Angron stood up and then looked at Kahn. *Whoosh*

He looked down at his offspring.

“Kahn, the Ultramarines don’t think you’re a good fit, so your spikes might have been implanted a little later. But don’t think of implanting spikes as an honor; it represents a life that’s already dead.”

Anglong offered words of comfort.

“I understand, Your Highness Angron. No matter what, I am still a war hound.”

Kahn stood up, looking very relaxed.

I think Kahn is lying.

Theseus transmitted a signal to Hypnos.

Last night I asked the Ultramarines in the temple, and they felt that their tactical skills weren't good enough to support Cain.

Hypnos replied.

【Huh, you can go back?】

Theseus asked in surprise.

Of course, that's possible, but most of the data will need to be stored here.

Hypnos was very puzzled. Theseus seemed to be a fool. Why couldn't he go back? He could just follow the network channel distributed by the sovereign.

It’s not a difficult thing.

Instead of wasting time chatting like this, can't you do something more productive? Ger and Korga aren't Angron; you might burn their brains out!

Just as the two "nails" were about to communicate, Lu Heng's voice came through the communication. Faced with the pressure from the legion's leader, the "nails" began to work diligently.

Inside the meeting room, Ger and Korga both touched their burning hot nails.

They don't know what's going on.

"If only Dionysus were here," Lu Heng thought to himself. "That guy would definitely know how to teach those two bastards a lesson."

"Your Highness Angron, we have arrived at the designated location. Lord Mortarion is waiting for us in the world below."

Gel looked at the hedgehog and bought it at a 4% discount.

"Then let's go see my brother."

Angron stood up, with Gol and Karn following behind him. Korga, after following for a while, went straight back to his own squad, as the Ghost Company had its own mission.

Meanwhile, Lu Heng was dealing with his own affairs.

He was studying the Genna's technology, and Lu Heng thought that after some modifications, they could be used to try and establish an internal network for Butcher's Nails. However, Lu Heng was not entirely sure about this plan, and he planned to ask the Emperor about it after returning to Terra.

However, if it is built, then communication between galaxies may not be a problem.

As Angron sat atop the Stormbird, he immediately closed his eyes.

He was thinking about how to distract Mortalian from his head; maybe he should wear a hat?

Angron thought to himself.

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Volume 1: Chapter 147 (Chapter 141) Stealing Your Poison Gas Cans!

As the engines roared to life, the Death Guard watched from the ground as the Stormbird descended from space, bearing the blue and white insignia of the Twelfth Legion, accompanied by several gunships that sped along until the Death Guard had prepared a landing pad for it below.

The cannon SOusUO: jiu si%” The four-five-lander boat made a sudden and rough stop in mid-air, and then slowly descended. The Lord of Death looked at his brother's ship, the Stormbird, whose wings bore the marks of Macragge, the Dark Angel, and the Midnight Lord.

Mortarian was somewhat puzzled by the legions' decorations, but they were not important to him.

Mortarian slid down from the ruins, dust swirling around him, and watched as the hooded, armored Angron emerged from the engine room, next to a fellow with a strange object on his head.

Mortarian arrived within a few hundred meters of Angron, drew his scythe, and slammed it heavily to the ground, blade facing outwards.

Angron drew his War God's Roar and planted his weapon directly into the ground.

"Hahaha!"

Angron burst into laughter, which puzzled Mortarian greatly. He didn't understand what Angron was laughing about. Then he saw Angron stride over and extend his arms to try to hug Mortarian.

Mortarian took a step back and saw Angron's entire body crash straight into his scythe. After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his own scythe.

Riemann Russ.

This is the feeling that Angron gave to Mortalian.

In that daze, Angron embraced Mortarian, even though Mortarian was extremely unwilling.

"My brother!"

Angron's deafening voice made Mortarian extremely uncomfortable. He tried to break free, but Angron grabbed his shoulder and looked at Mortarian with feigned confusion.

"What are you wearing in your ears?"

Faced with Angron's doubts, Mortarian tried to calm his inner turmoil.

"This is......"

"Let me try it!"

"?"

【? 】

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Mortarian was stunned, Lu Heng was stunned, and even the Death Guards were stunned. Everyone watched as Angron removed the mask from Mortarian's face and then took a deep breath.

"Cough cough! That's powerful!"

Angron coughed twice, irritated by the poison. He then patted his brother's shoulder and put his arm around him. The slender Mortarian was still unaware of what had happened.

"Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!"

It wasn't until he saw Angron take several deep breaths that Mortarian finally realized what was happening. He quickly snatched his respirator back from Angron's hand and frantically put it on his face, but there was very little Barbarus gas left.

He looked at Angron, whose demigod brother had instantly exhaled all the poison gas he had been using for days!

"What are you doing."

Even though Mortarian's voice was very calm, the subtle fluctuations in his tone told Angron that his brother's emotions were very unstable.

"Sorry, I'm a little excited since it's our first meeting."

Angron quickly apologized, leaving Morta and Lian unsure whether to be angry with Angron or forgive him.

Are you not getting enough to eat?

Then, a single sentence from Angron immediately caused Mortarion to glare at him angrily.

“I also don’t have enough to eat. You remind me of the time I was a slave in Nukali Adam. I was often hungry, so why don’t you eat properly now?”

Motarian was furious for a moment, but Angron's words extinguished his anger.

"If you want to catch up..."

As soon as Mortarian opened his mouth, he saw Angron shake his head.

“Brother, why are we reminiscing on our first meeting? I know perfectly well why the War Council sent me here. They’re trying to stir up trouble between us. I’m not here to spy on you. The War Hounds are here to help the Death Guard.”

“If you don’t need help, we’ll guard the area around Mandevi. I’ll take care of all those guys who suspect you.”

Angron made a ferocious gesture towards his own neck.

"......"

Mortarian was completely at a loss as to how to deal with Angron. He had met most of his brothers, but none of them had managed to leave him bewildered.

"brother......"

Angron reached out again, and Mortarian immediately pressed the respirator on his face, watching Angron warily.

"You stay away from me!"

"it is good!"

Seeing Angron agree so quickly, Ermotarian was overjoyed. Angron ran backward and then collapsed to the ground, convulsing all over.

9. [What are you doing?!]

Lu Heng was screaming wildly inside Angron's head. He had originally wanted to learn numerology from Motalian! But now that Angron had messed things up, he knew that this troublesome thing had completely ruined all his plans!

Lemon Tarlian took a deep breath and saw his brother crawling on the ground, convulsing as he crawled.

He felt that his brother was mentally ill.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness Mortarion, my lord’s mind is not quite right. I am Ger, the governor of the Warhounds.”

Gel stepped forward and bowed to Mortarian.

"Very...interesting."

Simotarian shook his head. Compared to his other annoying brothers, he couldn't bring himself to hate Angron.

"The Galipalas Union is a nation formed by humans and aliens, and it must be destroyed."

Mortarian looked at Gel and spoke slowly.

Gel nodded heavily.

"What can the war hounds do for you?"

"Gell asked."

"Do what you're supposed to do."

Mortarion didn't think that Angron, who had just taken over his legion, could be of much help to him. However, as a brother, he still chose to let the Warhounds handle the worlds within the territory of the Galipalas Union, so that he would have more troops to attack Galipalas, the homeworld of the Pocket Civilization.

"Brother, leave it to me, we'll handle it perfectly."

Angron appeared beside Mortalian without anyone noticing, placing his large hand on Mortalian's shoulder.

After seeing Mortarion take two steps back, Angron smiled with satisfaction.

"Sorry, I'm not from the civilized world. I'm a bit savage. I'll be more careful next time."

Mortarian watched Angron's dejected figure, his heart filled with extreme turmoil.

"Angron".

Angron turned around, wondering why Mortarion had called him.

"If you like Barbaros's poison gas, I can have my men send you some."

"really?"