Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 129 Bloodline

Ten thousand Space Marines sat cross-legged in the Hall of Triumph with their backs exposed.

The distance and gap between each person is consistent.

Angron grabbed a dagger and carried a bucket, into which he put his blood, and came up behind Kiel.

The dagger dipped into the blood in the bucket and then left a wound on Keel's spine.

The wound closed quickly, leaving a bright red scar.

Angron walked over to the captains and used the same method to dip his blood and carve the Rope of Triumph.

In the battle just now, no one showed cowardice or fled in the face of the enemy, so everyone can receive the rope of triumph engraved by the Father of Genes at this historic moment.

"They perform about as well as you do on the battlefield."

"You are not one of them, are you?"

The gladiators looked at the Space Marines and whispered to Qin Xia.

Qin Xia looked in the direction of Krest's finger and saw those Space Marines sitting in the corner, who seemed to be grouped together.

They are the think tank of the 12th Legion.

"What do you mean by almost? They are far worse than me." Qin Xia said in a low voice.

"There is indeed a huge difference in strength." Yochula walked to Crest's side, put his hand on the shoulder of the Valkyrie in his mind, and pretended to be natural, "But you both use...psychic energy, you call that kind of power psychic energy."

"That's true." Qin Xia crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the psychic think tanks.

Think tanks are discriminated against in the 12th Legion.

Normally, they would be ostracized and discriminated against after the return of Angron, who had been defeated, because Angron hated psykers.

The reason for the hatred towards psykers is partly because psykers are hated in Nuceria culture, and partly because psykers killed many of Angron's brothers and sisters.

"Primarch, I cannot."

As Angron approached the Librarians seated close to the portholes in the crimson glow of the Nuceria system, Chief Librarian Varis dodged Angron's dagger as he thrust it into his back.

Varis looked at his fellow think tanks and said loudly, "Our battle on Nusa was not glorious enough as usual. We used our psychic powers instead of real guns and bullets to kill the enemy. We attacked by surprise and killed the enemy silently. This was not glorious enough, so we should not be qualified to accept this honor."

“What is your name?” Angron asked.

"Varis."

"Varys. Are you ashamed of your power? A shame that comes from within?"

After learning the name of this special offspring, Angron held the bucket filled with his own blood, held the bloody dagger, looked at Varis, and asked these words that struck Varis' soul.

"Tell the truth." Qin Xia looked at Varis and reminded him.

"No, I don't feel ashamed." Varis shook his head. "My fellow Librarians and I, our psychic powers are gifts from the Emperor. We can use this power to do things that others cannot. But I have to admit that we are not honorable in the Legion."

Angron looked at the other think tanks after hearing this.

The Librarians either lowered their heads, said nothing, or nodded to indicate that Varis was right and that they, the psychic warriors, were indeed not honorable enough.

Kiel stared at these think tanks, as if roaring and asking them why they were making trouble. They should honestly accept the gift from the Father of Genes and do what they should do instead of resisting the gift of glory here.

"But you and your fellow Librarians are still my children." Angron turned and looked at everyone. "You all are." The Primarch put down the barrel and spoke like an orator.

His burly figure stood in the red glow of the stars, sometimes turning around, sometimes looking at someone.

"The dagger in my hand is stained not only with my blood, but also with the blood of each of you. Our bloodlines have been united in this unique ceremony of the Triumphal Rope."

"No matter what kind of warriors Varis and his men are, they are my legion warriors first, and then they are brothers to all of you in the legion."

"Whether he is a psychic or not is irrelevant, and I don't care."

Angron held Varis's shoulders and forcibly carved the Rope of Triumph into the chief think tank's body.

Varis's fellow Librarians were also drawn to Angron's side and carved the rope of triumph.

Then Angron, holding the dagger stained with the Librarian's blood, came to the others and continued to carve the Rope of Triumph for them.

"Listen, boys."

Angron carved the Rope of Triumph and spoke to everyone.

"Psychic power is neither shameful nor dishonorable. The most feared thing about this power is that it is unstable."

"Psychic power saved me, saved all of us. When we fought our way out of the arena and engaged in guerrilla warfare, which was tantamount to seeking death, it was psychic power that defended all of our lives and our right to survive."

"You were not created by me and a woman, but you all used my gene seed. If you feel that you are related to me by blood, then you should also know that the Librarians in the Legion are also related to you and me by blood."

Angron turned back to look at Varis.

The Chief Think Tank sat in the light, his body trembling with muscles as hard as steel.

Qin Xia looked at Varis.

In his impression, Livarius was not a fool, nor was he submissive to the Primarch. He was smart, courageous, and dared to resist.

When the frustrated Angron went mad, it was Varis and his Librarian brothers who used the psychic powers of the World Eaters Librarians to suppress the Primarch.

Therefore, the reason why Varis refused to carve the Cord of Triumph was simply because Varis wanted to bring the issue of the think tank being marginalized to the table and let Angron resolve it.

"You can tell me anything in the future. You are also my descendants. There is no need to use other methods." Angron also noticed Varis's thoughts. His perception was far more detailed and precise than Qin Xia's speculation as a bystander.

Varis also realized that he could not hide his thoughts from the Primarch.

"For Angron," said Varis.

"For Angron!" all the Librarians shouted in unison.

After taking a moment to carve the Cord of Triumph into each Marine, Angron set down the bucket filled with his own blood.

The pharmacist in charge of medical tasks in the legion immediately stepped forward and took the barrel away.

Angron looked at the gladiators. "They were not born this tall and strong. They used my gene seed. You can become warriors like them, but only if you are willing."

Without any warning, the Primarch proposed the idea of ​​turning gladiators into Space Marines.

Before this, the gladiators didn't even know that they could use some form of technology to transform themselves into superhuman warriors as powerful as those space marines.

(End of this chapter)