Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 122

As Kahn listened to the Primarch's words, he soon understood what kind of person he was better than anyone else.

The Primarch does not decide the life or death of a person or even a group out of pure kindness or malice.

He has his own ideas and judgments.

Otherwise, if the rumors spread by those people about the Primarch having a strong ability to perceive emotions were true, then the Primarch would not kill even one person, because no matter who faces death, they will feel begging for mercy and regret.

Thinking about this, Kahn couldn't help but feel that it was fortunate that the Legion had not been judged as hopeless by the Primarch before.

As for why he was not judged to be hopeless...Kahn felt that it was probably because the Primarch knew how great the Great Crusade was, and how hard his sons worked and how fearless they were of life and death in this expedition.

"But Primarch," a Space Marine said, "the assault is already underway. Even if we go back, we will continue the assault. It is inevitable that the deaths of those who you said should not have happened will be affected."

There was no disrespect in the warrior's words, he was just expressing the thoughts of some people.

He was prepared to break the rules and die.

"I'll find a way," Angron said. "If you have any opinions, please speak up. I don't have the experience to command you. I need to learn. You have to express your opinions so that I can get to know you better and become familiar with you."

Just as he finished speaking, a soldier from the 18th Company holding a two-handed axe walked out of the line.

Angron thought he was going to make a comment, and indeed he was going to make one, but not to Angron.

The warrior holding the two-handed axe is the champion of the 18th Company.

The champion is the most skilled fighter in the legion.

"Orontes!" Mago realized what his company's champion was about to do and called him back over the private comms channel, "Stand back beside me!"

What Margo said was still a step too late.

The champion named Orontes, holding an axe, found the man who had just given Angron advice in the ranks, grabbed his arm, pulled him out and threw him to the ground.

"How dare you question the Primarch's orders?" Orontes held the two-handed axe, leaned down, and was ready to fight. "Legion Commander! I apply to challenge this damn guy! I will use my battle axe to defend the Primarch's honor and glory!"

"Everything has changed, Orontes." The Doubter got up from the ground and drew his chainsword. "After the return of the Primarch, our legion will no longer be the same. I am sure that duels will be abolished, and none of us can kill each other in a legal way."

There are some ways of dealing with internal conflicts in the Legion.

In order to prevent the conflict between two people from developing into a fight and then into a large-scale group fight due to unresolved conflicts, Kiel formulated duel rules.

After or before a war, if two people have a conflict, they will resolve it through a duel, without involving other people and without leaving the conflict on the battlefield.

"I will chop off your head and make you regret your doubts!" ​​Orontes leaned on his huge axe and pointed at the questioner.

Qin Xia looked at Orontes and suddenly remembered that he was the most brainless idiot among the World Eaters.

After glancing at Orontes, Qin Xia looked at Angron, indicating that he should come to solve the problem.

Angron had already spoken: "You with the axe, get back to your line!"

The Primarch's words were like a switch, turning off the aggressive side of Orontes. The champion hesitated for a moment, but saluted and returned to his own ranks.

“What the doubters say is not without reason.” Angron drew his chainsaw axe. “We are faced with a problem. We can find a way to solve it, instead of killing each other before killing the enemy. Duels that can kill each other are now forbidden. If anyone wants to solve a problem by killing someone they have known for a long time, then kill me first!”

Everyone was silent.

It's not that they are afraid, but no one really wants to duel with the Father of Genes. Such behavior is too blasphemous and disrespectful.

"Use psychic energy..." Angron looked at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia's eyes were filled with white light as he looked at Nusa.

In the psychic vision, there is a vortex-like thing below the huge building complex in the center of Nu Saturn, which obscures the entire satellite.

A barrier kept flashing above the satellite, which was the orbital strike that would be intercepted by the vortex in the future.

The vortex obviously came from the void shield. This thing is really weird. It can not only intercept orbital bombardment, but also block some non-material means such as psychic detection. "I can't see anyone." Qin Xia shook his head. "There is a strange void shield under the Nu Saturn II complex. We can remove it and install it on the flagship after the war."

"Then we will first shut down the void shields that block psychic vision," Angron said. "We will attack the center of the complex and send some people to conduct reconnaissance raids to find an attack route that will not affect the natives of Nu Saturn. Then the knights and Titans will attack along the discovered attack route."

Having said that, the Primarch looked towards Kiel.

Kiel thought for a moment and responded, "I suggest that we select the soldiers who accidentally injured the natives just now to form a reconnaissance assault team."

The Primarch nodded, then paced in front of everyone and announced his new decision: "Thirty-one!"

After hearing this number, everyone had no idea what the Primarch meant. They began to frantically think about what this number represented so that they could understand the Primarch.

"thirty-one."

Angron emphasized.

"When my adoptive father, I and everyone else attacked the arena in Desia, the slave owners began to execute everyone. When they killed the thirty-first person, I appeared and dealt with them."

"thirty-one."

"I know that accidental injuries are inevitable in war, but from now on, the number of civilian casualties in each war can only be below 31. When we accidentally injure the 32nd person, we must readjust our combat strategy!"

The Legionnaires nodded.

thirty-one.

This number means that a day on the planet Nuceria is thirty-one solar hours.

If everything develops as planned, then this number means the time the World Eaters Legion needs to capture a planet. If they fail to capture the planet within 31 sun hours, they will be executed with a tenth of the time.

But now, this number is a new game changer for the World Eaters.

The Space Marines then returned to the war, and a reconnaissance team consisting of two hundred warriors including Kahn also began their dangerous mission.

However, before the team left, Kiel ordered the cruiser to drop some airdrop pods.

Those drop pods were loaded with Terminator Armor.

As the commander of this makeshift team, Kahn ordered everyone to change into Terminators.

Before the team was ready to leave, Qin Xia and the Primarch walked towards them.

Qin Xia walked faster than Angron, and when he passed the Axe Champion who was changing into the Terminator, he said, "Der you."

The champion didn't understand what he heard and thought it was a compliment or a blessing from Nukeriya to the warrior, so he saluted out of respect.

Angron stopped in front of Kahn, the special Terminator armor he wore, made for the Primarch, rumbling with every movement.

"I will fight alongside you."

Angron said.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment.

Those members of the Eighth Assault Company who had originally followed Kahn into the fortifications but had not accidentally killed the natives began to regret their actions.

This team, which was sent to carry out the most dangerous mission with the intention of redeeming themselves, unexpectedly gained the honor of fighting alongside the Primarch.

“I will not be careless this time.” Angron pressed the button on his chainsaw axe and stepped forward.

Two hundred soldiers followed behind as if they were injected with chicken blood, walking with their heads held high under the envious gazes of other fighting brothers.

In everyone's helmet, above the tactical eyepiece, a number appeared.

31.

(End of this chapter)