Warhammer, how did I become Butcher's Nail!

Angron placed the book of truth in front of Kolga.

“My lord, please speak.”

"Give this to Karas Typhon without leaving a trace."

Angron looked at Korga. Although it would be best to let the Midnight Lords handle such matters, the War Hounds did not need outsiders to carry out this operation.

Kolga looked at the books on his desk and nodded.

"Remember, this mission was your own doing. If you're discovered, we won't admit it."

Angron looked at Korga.

"It's alright. Even if you slap this thing on Typhon's head, I have a way to bring you back to life. Don't scare me."

Lu Heng said with great dissatisfaction.

Korga remained silent, a bold idea brewing in his mind.

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Volume 1: Chapter 153 (Chapter 147) Gladiator Battle!

Gladiator cage.

As usual, Ger stood in the cage, earning the respect of his brothers with his own hands. He was wearing black and red pants, his bare skin covered with silver nerve shunts, and his bulging skin was covered by black armor. He looked at the warriors charging up again, and to be honest, he had lost count of how many this was.

Ger grabbed the soldier by the shoulder and slammed him onto the cage. None of the company commanders around cheered. At first, everyone felt that Ger's actions were heroic, but now they were more jealous.

Kahn and Korga watched from below as Ger swaggered about on top.

"Aren't you going to go up and teach him a lesson?"

Kahn asked, but Kolga shook his head. They were ghosts in the darkness, not barbarians leading the charge.

"Have you thought of a name for your team yet? You can't just call it the thirteenth team, can you?"

Colga asked Kahn.

Kahn scratched his head.

"I don't know either, what should we call our team 9? How about the Extreme Ladder Team?"

"You want the father of genetics to tear you in two?"

Kolga muttered to himself, "Theseus has said quite a bit about the Sovereign and Angron."

In the eyes of the Father of Genetics, Guilliman is currently the greatest threat. Politicians like to work, they have money at home, and after being equipped with nails, Angron believes that the entire empire will be well managed under his command.

They might as well just have the emperor abdicate.

For an emperor, checks and balances are a means. In history, which prince with a strong army was able to bring about a good end for that emperor?

"So what should I call you? We're about to reach the edge of the Alliance's star system. Oh, right, what are you planning to do with that Death Guardian's First Commander? You're not really going to just smash the Book of Truth in his face, are you?"

Kahn asked.

Korga smiled proudly. Korga and Theseus had calculated that their plan had a high success rate, provided that both of their targets had problems. Since there were problems, things would be easier to handle.

"I need to borrow that Word-Bearer pastor."

"Kolga said in a low voice. He already had a perfect plan in his mind, although Theseus was the main person in charge of the plan."

“Okay, I’ve recently had him handle some minor matters for the youth team.”

"To be honest, he's not very useful."

Kahn complained that compared to an outstanding player like himself who had returned from studying abroad, everything Inzar Teru Sans had done was just minor flaws in his eyes. This forced him to re-evaluate this man of words, and Kahn even wanted to throw him to the front lines and give him another shot.

But this is impossible.

“I will resolve this perfectly this time, at least we can hold Huaiyan accountable.”

I never imagined you could be so heartless.

Kahn laughed.

Just as Kahn and Korga were talking, Angron strode in from the doorway. He walked to his chair, and as the father of genes, he always enjoyed mingling with his offspring.

After Ger had killed another of his brothers, he smiled and raised his hands.

"For the Lord and Angron! Next! War Hounds!"

Gerr roared, but the company commanders below looked at him with even more contempt; they never imagined that Gerr could be so despicable.

Ger saw Kolga approach.

"I thought you weren't going to come up."

Ger laughed.

“I came up and gave Governor Ger a hug.”

"Korga said with a smile, Theseus slowly closed the mask, and a deep blue light appeared in the goggles on the mask."

"Aren't you going to take a weapon? Governor Ger, I can wait for you."

Korga brandished his chainsaw, awaiting Ger's reply.

"unnecessary......."

Before the words were even finished, Korga brandished his chainsaw, which resembled a dagger hidden in the shadows—sharp and insidious.

Gel seemed to have anticipated Korga's fierce attack. He dodged the blow. If Korga represented the Night Lords, then Gel represented the Dark Angels. Gel had studied various combat techniques and even tactics of the Dark Angels.

To everyone else, the first echelon was leaderless, but in Geer's eyes, the entire Warhounds were the first echelon!

Ger stepped forward and braced himself against the chainsaw of Korgana with his own hands, snatching it directly from Korgana's grasp.

Just for a fleeting moment.

“You’re letting me win, Kolga.”

Ger laughed, and Korga shook his head. The mask opened in front of Ger, and after the goggles went out, Korga looked at Ger solemnly.

"German Governor".

"Kolga spoke up."

"Isn't this a war hound? Isn't it a bit sad to use outsiders' techniques?"

"Yes! This is the War Hounds."

Ger grinned and then punched Korga in the face, sending Korga staggering backward in pain.

"Then let's solve it with hunting dogs!!"

With a roar, Gerr's fists rained down on Korga like a storm, and Korga kicked out to create distance between himself and Gerr.

"Hey! Where's your cheering?!"

Korga spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground and then roared.

"Kill Gerr!"

Kahn was the first to call out.

"Kill Gerr! Kill Gerr! Kill Gerr!"

Amidst enthusiastic cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"Governor, it seems you are unpopular!"

Kolga laughed heartily.

"Then come!"

"Gale shouted."

Fist to fist, flesh to flesh—this is the way war hounds settle things, this is their fighting style.

Taking advantage of his height advantage, Korga took several punches from Ger, but he also retaliated with a few punches back. Then, Ger landed another punch on Korga's face. Despite being dazed, Korga grabbed Ger and tackled him to the ground.

"For the common ruler!"

Korga headbutted Gol on the head, while Gol punched Korga in the face.

"Can you please stop slapping me in the face!"

"Korga roared."

"Hahaha! Then get up!!!"

With immense strength, Ger lifted Korga off his body, ignoring Korga's attacks, and slammed him onto the octagonal cage, causing Korga to cough up a mouthful of blood.

【enough. 】

Lu Heng's voice rang out.

“I have witnessed your bravery.”

Angron stood up, looking at his offspring with eyes full of pride.

"Save your strength, the real battle has just begun!"

Anglong laughed.

“I remember the Empire has a tournament; next time, Ger will take down the guys from the other legions.”

Anglon looked at Ger, who knelt on one knee.

"As you wish, Your Highness Angron."

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Volume 1: Chapter 154 Don't wait, the power's out. Search.

The power's out, don't wait...

The power was cut off directly... I don't know what happened.

I'm so confused... My computer got ruined... Group

What a disastrous day... Sigh:

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Volume 1: Chapter 155 (Chapter 148) For the Legion's Supreme Ruler!

They jumped out of subspace.

Dozens of ships immediately formed their formation. This was a war in which the War Hounds fought against an entire civilization, though it was part of a Pocket Empire. The Death Guards advanced toward the capital of the Union, aiming to dismantle the empire's resistance at its root, while the War Hounds tore apart any reinforcements that might come to their aid.

Angron donned his armor and sat on his throne atop the bridge, gazing at the imposing Union fleet on the screen. (Part Three)

This time, time is on their side.

[The consortium operates under a pluralistic system, manipulating the people of the hive through a seemingly democratic framework. The meetings of the leading elders appear to originate from the people, but in reality, it's nothing more than a political charade.] Lin

Lu Heng swiftly gathered all the favorable information from space. The world in the distance had been waiting for a long time. The alliance had warships and gunpowder that it was proud of, but to the war hounds, these were like a joke.

"Ger!"

Angron softly called out the names of his offspring.

"The war hounds are ready."

"Destroy the Empire's enemies, for the Emperor!"

With Angron giving the order, the fleet began firing light spears, cannonballs, and torpedoes.

The plasma drive began to operate frantically, and the commanders of the consortium burst out laughing when they saw the Warhounds' fleet firing from such a distance.

Soon they stopped laughing.

The instant each shell struck their ships with perfect accuracy, several ships in the alliance's space fleet fell silent and disintegrated instantly in space. The contrails of tens of thousands of torpedoes reflected the light in space, turning a bright red. Each ship's explosion represented the death of tens of thousands of people.

In the chaos, the commanders of the alliance began to fight back, but their radars did not detect any ships!

Uria Galaxy.

The Galipalas Consortium guards one of the two star systems that serve as the capital, a vital subspace route to Galipalas.