Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

As the two most seriously injured in this war, Garland quickly stepped forward to check on their condition. Gol was covered in wounds and had multiple fractures, while Kahn had a broken neck. If he were an ordinary person, Kahn would have died eight hundred times over by now, but he was a Space Marine.

Just as Garan was about to push both of them into the operating room, a figure appeared in front of everyone. Angron stood in front of them with his arms crossed. He already knew what had happened. He looked at the two people who were looking at each other in pain.

Ger and Kahn looked guilty; they knew that what they had done had disgraced the honor of the war hounds.

"Hahahaha!"

But the expected curses did not come. Instead, everyone saw Angron burst into laughter. He clutched his stomach and laughed. Then, Angron's expression became strange. He began to convulse and grabbed Garan's thigh with one hand.

"Wait...wait, wait a minute! Nail!..."

Garan calmly freed his leg from Angron's grasp, then sighed.

It seems there are more discerning guests in the room.

.......

"They destroyed the galactic alliance fleet."

Karas Typhon came to Mortarian's side and whispered something.

The Pale King paused for a moment, tilting his head as if he hadn't heard his dear friend's words clearly. He stared blankly at Karas Typhon.

"They destroyed the fleet in this galaxy."

"How...did they do that?"

Motalian raised his question, after all, he knew about the Allied fleet in this star system. Those cowardly guys relied on the mining area and dared not support this place at all. If Mandevi Point had not been occupied by the expeditionary force, they would have run away long ago!

Heavy breathing came in rhythmic patterns from Mortarian's mouth. Even the lowest rat could inflict a heavy blow on the Imperial fleet, and Mortarian had been waiting for those guys to arrive. He had set a trap, but it must be said that his brother was even more capable than he had imagined.

This is good.

"How are Tersus getting along with the war hounds?"

Mortarion asked.

“Not bad, those guys quickly adapted to the Death Guard’s tactics. The only problem is that they’re very…noisy.”

Callas Typhon found a less insulting word.

“That will do. Take those war hounds with you. We need to attack the capital of this civilization. The outer perimeter can be left to my brothers.”

"And the Holy Blood Angels will come over to help us once they are free to do so."

Mortarian pondered for a long time, then drew the last number on the ground. This would be a great victory, one that Mortarian had anticipated, but what was the treasure he had missed?

After thinking for a long time, Mortarion still couldn't figure it out. Perhaps it was some kind of technology, or something else. After a long while, the Imperial demigod stood up from the ground and looked at the Stormbird that had come to pick him up.

“Tell Angron that I will be waiting for him in the enemy’s capital.”

Mortarion spoke.

......

Fear, darkness, roars, and ubiquitous documents.

This is Angron's spiritual world. In other words, this may no longer be Angron's spiritual world. It is a clever space, and its owners are Angron and Lu Heng. Compared to the previous arena, there are many more buildings here, and the whole world has more than doubled in size.

Meanwhile, Gel and Kahn were working face-to-face at a desk, with countless documents falling from above in the darkness.

【I apologize, Governor Ger.】

Hypnos's voice rang out, and for the first time, Ger was filled with hatred for this voice.

"I don't think you need to apologize."

Gel didn't think Hypnos apologized, but Hypnos felt guilty, since he should have been the one to handle most of these matters. However, he really didn't want to deal with these chores, so he secretly mixed in some of the work that should have been his.

But after hearing what Gol said, Hypnos took it even more for granted and stuffed in some unimportant things.

You always manage to surprise me.

As soon as Lu Heng's voice rang out, the expressions on Gel and Kahn's faces changed drastically.

"Alright, Nail, they're not..."

【I didn't mean you were a piece of trash!】

Lu Heng's furious roar made Ger and Kahn bury their heads in the data files. Even the Gene Blood Ancestor had to give way under the authority of the Legion's supreme ruler.

[Hypnos! And you, that's your job, don't give it to Gol and Kanse anymore!]

Upon hearing Lu Heng's words, the pen in Ge Er's hand snapped in two and shattered into countless data points in the air.

War is not child's play, Kahn, do you know where you went wrong?

Lu Heng revealed himself, his deep green eyes fixed on Kahn, who nodded blankly.

What do you know?!

Kahn quickly lowered his head; it was the first time he had ever seen the Legion's leader so angry.

[Ger, as the Legion's consul, although I know you were tricked by Kahn, your final order was to punch him?]

Faced with Lu Heng's interrogation, Ge Er opened his mouth, then closed it again, because he really had nothing to say.

"Lord, I know... I was wrong."

Ger offered a sincere apology, and he noticed Prince Anglon looking distressed beside his desk.

[Phew! Never mind, the reason I called you all here is to tell you something.]

Lu Heng looked at Ger and Kahn.

"Lord, whatever the task, we will complete it perfectly."

Kahn stood up, patted his chest, and shouted.

[Karas Typhon, the company commander of the Death Guard, I think you all know him.]

He was a wizard, but more importantly, a blasphemer. He had existed since Mortarion conquered her world, but he was very good at disguising himself.

This time, we're not just targeting the Pocket Empire; the Death Guard is also one of our objectives.

After Lu Heng finished speaking, everyone looked at him, including Anglong.

"That's Mortalian's right-hand man!"

"Gell said softly."

Betrayal doesn't mean he was disloyal before, and loyalty doesn't guarantee he won't betray in the future.

Not everyone is a war hound. At least, have you ever seen any legion of Terran people coexisting as harmoniously as we do?

[Primarchs are people too; they have their own thoughts and emotions. Sometimes I hope the Emperor's offspring will use their brains, or not use them too much, but they absolutely cannot be completely brainless. I'm talking about you, Angron. I saw you signed your name incorrectly!]

Just as Lu Heng was beating up Angron, Gel and Kahn were still shocked by Lu Heng's words.

P.S.: Third update, please stop reading now.

Will there still be votes for this belated third update?

A little sleepy.

Volume 1: Chapter 152 (Chapter 146) - Planning.

"The emperor is the supreme being, and devout faith can help us resist the darkness."

Inzar Thales, the Word Bearer priest, looked at the crowd surrounding him. As he preached his doctrine on the lower decks of the Redemption, a slight smile appeared on Inzar Thales's lips as he gazed upon his devout mortals. These lambs of the gods had offered their faith to the divine, and the great being would watch over them.

During his time with the Warhounds, he had been trying to shake the faith of these Sons of Angron, but for some reason he always felt that these guys scoffed at his beliefs. But that didn't matter.

With patience, he will eventually fulfill the mission entrusted to him by Lord Luojia!

"Come on in, have a look! Believe in the God of Machines! Today we're giving away food, machine parts, and all kinds of tools and equipment at discounted prices!"

Just as Inzar Thales was lost in his own fantasy, he heard a disgusting voice. He looked up and saw a group of mechanical priests in red robes directing their servants to push carts, holding books of Imperial Truth and the Cult of Machines, and ostentatiously stopping opposite Inzar Thales.

Those damned insects.

Inzar Thales thought to himself.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Free today!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the hoarse mechanical voices spoke. The moment the mechanical priests saw Inzar Thales, they knew he was a formidable opponent. Nukelias's products were laid directly on the ground.

The conflict of faith is often a battle and a bloodbath, but now Inzal Thales is outnumbered and outmatched, and he can only watch helplessly as the followers of the Emperor head towards the machine.

The mechanical priests gave Inzar Thales a defiant look; he was all alone, carrying the flag.

Inzar Tyrus clenched his fist. The Eightfold Path was destined to overturn the truth of the Empire, which was something that the Cult of Machines could not resist. Let these guys indulge in their fantasies, let them... win a round.

In the shadows, Koljiga frowned as he looked at the book of truth in his hand. He understood each line of text clearly, but when put together, they formed blasphemous words. Koljiga was very puzzled as to why such a blasphemous book was circulating among the Word Bearers.

I have already reported these matters to the Supreme Ruler.

[Inzar Thales has recently been approaching the warriors of the Thirteenth Squad, trying to convert them to his faith. I've compared the True Words written by His Highness Luo Jia with this one, and it seems he's mixed his own ideas into it.]

Theseus was very puzzled by the eightfold path described in the book. He now doubted what Inzar Therus's true faith was and what he worshipped.

“The Ghost Company has been watching this guy for a long time. We found some strange symbols and blasphemous writing in his room. The think tank is working on deciphering it. Varis doesn’t think it’s something that belongs to a human.”

Korgart paused before speaking again.

“These things have a strange power; they can subtly influence a person’s mind.”

So, does this prove he's a traitor?

"It is too early to draw that conclusion. At least from the perspective of the Father of Genetics and the Supreme Ruler, killing a cousin without authorization would have a devastating impact on both legions."

Kolgar pondered for a moment, trying to calculate how to ensure the damned priest died a natural death in the war, but he quickly dismissed the idea; even if the priest died, the Word Bearers would send other priests.

This is Inzar Thales' recent route of movement.

Theseus passed the data to Colga.

"Yes, the ghost will keep an eye on him until he reveals his weakness."

The Lord has commanded us to proceed to the bridge.

Theseus received Lu Heng's instructions at this moment.

Korga emerged from the shadows, and dozens of Ghost Company warriors revealed their true forms around him.

"I'm going to the bridge. You guys keep an eye on this guy."

Korga revealed his lightning claws.

"Whatever he wants to do, we can't let him succeed. Let those mechanical gods lead the way for us. Foolish religious fighting will keep them busy."

"Kolga said hoarsely."

.......

Inside the operations conference room, constant noise was a common occurrence, seemingly a normal part of the war hounds' routine.

The servant was slowly playing the combat footage belonging to the Death Guard. After Oedipus and Ehrlen fought alongside the Death Guard, the combat footage they sent back sparked continuous discussion among the group.

"The Silent Grim Reaper".

Ger said that some of the Warhounds had fought alongside the Twilight Raiders, but that was a long time ago. Now that they were Death Guards, they had become even more indifferent in battle. Throughout the entire battle, the Seventh Company did not exchange any information at all; they unconditionally entrusted their backs directly to their brothers.

Any human or alien that dared to stand in their way was taken away by the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"They're like a plague; they swarm in as soon as there's a chance to break through." ／ˇ≠「∽

Kahn offered his insights.

With his eyes closed, Angron received another letter from Terra, this time from the Imperial Chancellor, Makado.

"This is a coded message; it seems to be addressed to your nail."

Anglong spoke, placing the letter in his hand. After Lu Heng scanned it, just as Anglong had said, it was addressed to him; it was a warning letter.

Chaos has started to make some moves. Although he doesn't know where this news came from, Lu Heng doesn't see it as good news.

When Korga arrived at the war room, he looked at the chaotic scene and silently sat down in his seat.

"Kolga".

Angron looked at his offspring.

The moment Anglong spoke, the entire conference room fell completely silent.

"I need the Ghost Squad to do me a favor."