Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 109 Father
I don’t know why.

Angron was not teleported away.

A golden beam of light descended from the sky onto the square of the fortress territory.

When the beam of light turns into dots of light and dissipates, the golden figure appears in the eyes of every curious person.

Two teams of giants wearing golden armor, holding heavy shields and halberds, stood solemnly in the square.

And among those giants filled with murderous aura, a man filled with sacred aura stood.

In the eyes of some people, that sacred person is a young boy, and in the eyes of some people, that sacred person is a serious middle-aged man.

Even in the eyes of some people she is still a beautiful and holy woman.

He can be anyone, and he can be the person that anyone admires and wants to see the most.

His name is "Emperor".

The man named Emperor had a burning gaze as his eyes swept over everyone present. Everyone he saw could not contain their excitement and fell to their knees on the ground.

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, without saying a word or showing any expression. He just stood there quietly, waiting silently.

"He is your biological father."

Qin Xia and Angron walked side by side on the road leading from the tower to the square, the former giving instructions and the latter listening curiously.

"I told you before that you are not a naturally born person. You have a maker, and he is your maker."

"He will come for you some day, and as I said, he has come."

"..."

Angron remained silent, walking with his head held high.

Gradually, the two men walked to a position where they could see the Emperor.

This was the first time Qin Xia saw the emperor.

In 40k, the Emperor had been sitting on the throne for ten thousand years, and ordinary people were not qualified to go to Terra to visit the Emperor as a tourist attraction.

In Qin Xia's eyes, the emperor was a middle-aged man with a wheat-colored complexion, neither tall nor short, and his facial features were the average appearance of people from Asia Minor.

"Angron." Qin Xia couldn't help but be curious, "What does he look like in your eyes?"

Angron did not answer immediately.

The Primarch gazed upon the Emperor.

The Emperor seemed to be about seven or eight meters tall, floating above the ground instead of standing, and his entire body was shining with gold.

The civilians in the square knelt before him, looking small and pitiful.

“A damn big slave owner,” Angron said.

When Qin Xia heard this, he saw that the corner of the emperor's mouth seemed to twitch.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

"My son." The Emperor spoke softly. Although he was hundreds of meters away from the Primarch, his voice echoed in the Primarch's ears like thunder.

Angron and Qin Xia walked up to the Emperor and stood.

"Kneel down." A guard gave a command in a solemn voice.

The imperial guards stared at Qin Xia.

"Half a year ago, I ordered that the kneeling ceremony be forever erased from the etiquette of Nuceria," Angron said, "because only slaves need to kneel to their slave masters."

The Primarch, who was now able to use his gifts flexibly, closed his eyes, and then all the kneeling civilians stood up.

These civilians didn't know why they knelt down, and when they stood up now, they looked confused and at a loss as to what to do.

"You are a psyker?" Angron looked at the Emperor. "My father was also a psyker, so I had a good impression of psykers. But after seeing you, I realized why the Nuceria people hate psykers so much. A psyker can use his mind to make others kneel down for no reason. To be a slave owner, he doesn't need to monopolize technology like the High Knights."

"Watch your words, Your Highness." The imperial guard beside the emperor reminded.

The Emperor raised his hand to signal the guards to silence.

The guards bowed their heads and retreated behind the emperor.

"My son." "Your people just bowed to me, not to power or intimidation, nor to the illusory power of a psychic."

"What they are kneeling to is my cause and ideals that concern the entire human race."

The Emperor walked slowly down the steps and approached Angron.

Angron took a step back subconsciously.

The emperor stopped and looked at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia had a blank expression on his face and said nothing.

And beneath that calm surface, hidden is surprise.

Qin Xia had not expected the Emperor to come to Nuceria and speak to Angron in person - just as he had done when he had recovered most of the Primarchs.

Seeing that Qin Xia didn't say anything at this time, the Emperor withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the Primarch: "I know your past experiences. How about we change the place and the form of conversation?"

The Primarch frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Warrior." replied the Emperor.

……

Desia City.

Arena.

Angron and Qin Xia walked in the place they had escaped from, heading towards their old residence.

Since the city of Desia was captured a year ago, the gladiators in the arena no longer live in caves. These athlete-like people have made a lot of money and bought houses in the city of Desia.

They came to the arena during the day just like going to work, fought, received praise and applause, carved the rope of triumph, and then went home.

The security robots no longer exist here, and are replaced by employees hired from the city.

When Angron and Qin Xia entered the cave, they saw the words printed on the wall.

【Caesar.】

【Died before the destruction of the Colosseum.】

“The body of the psychic who was shot in the head is still in here.” Angron walked over to the wall and knocked on the stone. “I wanted to ban the fights in part because these two words were a promise.”

Qin Xia walked to the wall, stroked the words he had branded, and whispered, "We did destroy this place, by means of transformation. That cruel gladiatorial arena will never appear again, and will be replaced by a place for competitive sports. This is the difference between an underground black boxing ring and a serious boxing match."

Angron nodded and walked over to the corner where he usually sat in the arena.

Qin Xia walked to the window and looked down at the arena.

The Guards, who had cleared the arena, stood around it, waiting for the Emperor and the Primarch on the other side to start a conversation.

"In my eyes, you are my father."

The Primarch said suddenly.

"You taught me a lot, and you protected me as I grew up. Without your teachings, I would not have come this far. I would probably have sunk in the cheers and praises, and I would probably still be a gladiator now."

"And now, a man descended from the sky, staring coldly at me, at us."

"The people we liberated with our own hands knelt before him, like a tiny and fragile slave, fearing the slave owner's terrifying power from their body posture to their hearts."

"You said he was my biological father. I have no doubt about it. I will believe whatever you say, but I can't accept it."

Qin Xia listened silently to what the Primarch said.

Seeing that Qin Xia did not respond, Angron realized that Qin Xia might be trying to persuade him to obey him, even if he did not have to kneel before that man like a slave.

In the past, Qin Xia had talked about his origins, what was happening in the Milky Way, who his so-called father was, what career he was pursuing, and how important that career was...

"You really should give him some trouble." Qin Xia said.

The Primarch was stunned for a moment.

"Go on stage." Qin Xia walked in front of the Primarch and stared at him, "I will go to the audience and watch you."

(End of this chapter)