Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 121 Aboriginal People

While the Primarch was talking to Qin Xia, Kahn was still fighting hard.

He is as tireless as his brothers, with only a high will to fight and an urgent need for the recognition of the Gene Father.

Kahn silently rushed towards a circular fortification in front of him, using the impact of his shoulder armor and body to break through the flimsy outer wall of the fortification and rush inside.

The brain has already issued commands to the body one after another, and the body is continuously executing those commands from the mind at an extremely fast speed.

Slash and shoot.

But when Kahn's visual system caught a glimpse of something unusual, the commands from his brain were interrupted, and the bodies of everyone in the fortification that had been swept through like a killing whirlwind suddenly stopped stiffly.

There were corpses all over the ground.

But not all the people here were dead. Several women were huddled in a corner holding their children, screaming in fear.

Their beautiful faces turned pale with fear, their plump lips trembled, and fear was revealed in their delicate features.

There was still constant artillery fire outside, but inside this fortification, time seemed to have stood still.

Kahn's blue shoulder pads and white breastplate were stained red with the blood of his enemies.

A drop of blood mixed with hair from nowhere slid down the shoulder armor.

Some pieces of flesh and bones flew between the teeth of the chainsaw axe that was spinning at high speed in his left hand.

The muzzle of the gun, spewing smoke, was pointed at the person huddled in the corner.

"Centurion..." A battle brother behind him pointed to the ground.

Kahn looked down and saw a blond man who was not wearing armor or holding a weapon, covering his cut waist. He was so weak that he couldn't even let out a scream.

Kahn felt cold from head to toe.

Those stories about the Father of Genes that he heard from others, and those words that the Father of Genes said in person at the meeting before the war, these things kept lingering in Kahn's mind.

When Kahn realized that he had killed a civilian, he felt that the distance between himself and the Primarch was instantly stretched by tens of millions of meters.

After reacting, Kahn's first thought was to kill everyone here, but recalling the reminder from the think tank named Tethys, his body quickly responded to the idea and stopped after a brief tremor.

"Stop attacking."

The voice of the legion commander reached Kahn's ears, and a cold face appeared in the lower right corner of Kahn's vision.

"Those mortal soldiers will take over and hold the line for us."

"The Primarch orders us to temporarily halt our attack and assemble."

……

The World Eaters gathered at a reinforced landing site built by the Navy on the surface.

The fleet is dropping more soldiers from Nuceria onto the landing site.

Further away, the Navy's engineering team was inspecting more than fifty war machines.

Those war machines were equipped with shields, and the weapons in their right hands were different, either spears or cannons.

The war machines have uniform paint jobs and stand together like soldiers.

When Kahn saw them, he recalled seeing some similar war machines called knights in previous battles. He was curious and surprised to find that there were knight mechas on Nukeria.

But fear soon dispersed curiosity and surprise. Kahn, who usually stood at the front, now stood at the back with thousands of soldiers from the 8th Assault Company.

Those who have made mistakes in the legion are not qualified to stand in the front.

"You're not the only one who's unlucky."

The voice came from behind Kahn. Turning back, he saw another company commander wearing a cloak.

Mago, the captain of the 18th Company. Mago stood beside his best friend and whispered, "My company attacked synchronously with the mortal soldiers. The gunboat bombed a fortification. I found something wrong and went in to check. I saw a pile of non-combatant bodies."

"It really makes me feel at ease to have a poor guy like you around." Kahn replied unhappily.

"It's not just me, the unlucky guy, who has to accompany you, a bastard, there are other unlucky guys too." Margo looked around.

Kahn was silent for a moment, then asked, "How do you think the Primarch will handle this matter?"

Mago recalled what he had heard from the mortals when he fought alongside them, and replied, "We better pray that those who were mistakenly killed were slavers or minor nobles, because they would have been cut down anyway... but if not, he would probably tear us in half."

Kahn nodded, was silent for a second, and then suddenly spoke again.

"I am more afraid that the Primarch will alienate us because of this."

Upon hearing this, Mago did not respond. All the World Eaters remained silent and maintained a strict formation.

Because the legion commander, the primarch, and the psychic beside the primarch arrived at the landing point together on a transport plane.

"This is my mistake."

"My negligence."

Angron stepped on the soft soil that splashed up as he stepped on Nusa, and the muscles in his legs tightened with the effort, allowing him to walk in the low gravity environment as if he were on a planet.

"I was stupid," said Legion Commander Kiel. "I was too eager for quick success and let the Legion attack without conducting in-depth reconnaissance."

After arriving in front of everyone, the Primarch stopped.

“There are indigenous people on Nusa.”

The Primarch said to everyone.

"I was negligent because all the intelligence I collected in preparation for the attack on Nu Saturn showed that there could be no indigenous people on Nu Saturn, but I should still conduct an investigation."

"Now that we know there are indigenous people on Nu Saturn, we should try our best to avoid accidentally killing them in the next attack."

Angron glanced at the group.

"I know you have doubts about my order in your hearts. Your fighting style is not like that. You are not good at doing what I say."

"You may think that I cannot accept sacrifice and that I am weak."

"As I said before, I am not a good person. I have done cruel things. I once ordered the indiscriminate slaughter of nobles and guards. Maybe there were a few good people among them, but I killed them all."

"This is a subjective judgment I made on a group based on my own ideas, or because I cared more about a group and my desire for revenge drove me to make such a judgment, rather than an absolutely fair divine judgment like that of God."

"In my opinion, the natives of Nusa should never die. They have nothing to do with this war. They are more innocent than the oppressed and should not die for no reason."

"Do you understand what I mean? The natives of Nu Saturn II have never been slave owners, and they have never enjoyed the benefits of oppression, so we should avoid their deaths as much as possible, just like I avoided using heavy firepower to bomb cities with civilians during the Nuceria uprising."

As Angron sought to make his thoughts understood by his children, he used his gift to bring his emotions to his children.

But his descendants did not understand the reasons for the birth of those emotions, but were caused by the emotions that suddenly surged into their hearts and caused them to have "inexplicable empathy" with the original body.

"I know that accidental killing cannot be completely avoided in war, but I ask you to try your best."

"..."

Qin Xia was thinking beside him.

There are indigenous people on Nu Saturn, and even those who once fled from Nu Saturn to Nu Saturn do not know this.

Various previous observations of Nu Saturn have also shown that there is no sign of human activity on Nu Saturn. There are not even fields here, and there is no sign of any production activities. How did the indigenous people survive in this hellhole?

But there are indigenous people on this satellite. No matter how they survived to this day, they have a way.

Angron was right, it was indeed an oversight.

(End of this chapter)