Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 130 Transformation

"Can we?" Kleist asked.

Angron looked at Kiel.

Kiel looked at the pharmacist.

"Women can't," the pharmacist replied.

When the gladiators' eyes fell on the pharmacist's face, they were all surprised by the guy's scarred face.

The pharmacist added, "For men, yes, but there may be some accidents, after all, some of you are already very old."

"Not becoming a Space Marine does not mean that you cannot continue to fight alongside me. You can still fight and live with me, and we will continue to liberate more and more slaves in this galaxy." Angron walked up to the gladiators.

Qin Xia said after thinking it over: "Don't worry about whether there will be any accidents during the transformation operation. If any of you are willing to become a space warrior, I will make sure that he will survive the transformation operation 100%."

Almost all the gladiators raised their hands, except for the two ladies, Chrystes and Theseus, and Oenomamus.

"I'm sorry, Angron." Ono spoke slowly, "My dream was to live in a free Nuceria. My dream has come true. I don't like fighting, I don't like killing, I... I want to live the life that a free man should live."

“Ono,” Angron said, trying to persuade him to stay.

In addition to Qin Xia, Angron also attaches great importance to Onomamos.

Although there is not much that Ono can teach, his two qualities of justice and kindness are still valuable learning objects for Angron in his growth.

But Angron did not say any words of persuasion, because he sensed that the old bear Ono was exhausted.

In addition to fatigue, there is also an extreme yearning for the life of an ordinary free man.

It would be selfish to force him to stay with you.

"Ono, I have prepared a lot of things for you." Qin Xia took out the data tablet and allocated part of the property that he had previously entrusted Brown to purchase to Ono.

When the administrative agency on Nuceria received the allocation authorization, Onomamos received a large piece of land, agricultural machinery, and a house that was not luxurious but definitely warm and practical.

There is also a private school.

Honor was undoubtedly an outlier among the gladiators. He did not want to kill anyone, but he did not want to see slavery and being enslaved. He longed for freedom, so he organized an army, he resisted, and he forced himself to kill.

Shortly after the Battle of Mach City ended, Qin Xia found Ono, who was drinking with a merchant accompanying the army, and had a long chat with him.

What Qin Xia prepared was Ono's dream.

He wanted to live like a free man, not as a soldier or as an enslaved person.

He has another idea.

"When the slave owners on Nuceria are eliminated in the future, I want to continue what I think is an unfinished business, which is to educate the Nuceria people, in the most mocking, cursing and offensive way."

"Slave owners once monopolized knowledge, so I think that making education accessible to even the poorest people is the best way to fight back against slave owners."

This is what Ono once said.

"It's my honor to fight alongside you until now." Ono walked up to Crest and hugged him.

Walk up to Yochula and hug her.

He pinched the still childish Yochuka's face.

Ono said goodbye to each gladiator, and finally looked at Angron: "I'm sorry, I really don't want to fight anymore. Killing people makes me feel painful. But I hope you will be the liberator of every oppressed person in the galaxy in the future, child."

Angron hugged Ono gently.

Ono came in front of Qin Xia.

The two hug.

The Space Marines looked at this scene. They once doubted whether this old guy was a Space Marine like Qin Xia, because he was two meters three tall and very strong.

But now it seems clearly not.

"I've said before that I think you're a cruel person." Ono patted Qin Xia's shoulder, "But what I didn't say is that I've always felt that you can do better and more. Only a person who treats the oppressed as warm as a spring breeze and treats enemies and traitors as cold as a cold wind can lead an uprising to victory, rather than causing everyone to die because of some lies and betrayal."

"I have seen your soul, Ono. It is a soul that emits light and is enough to dispel malice." Qin Xia whispered, "It is important to know how to distinguish between enemies and friends, but true and pure kindness is also necessary."

Qin Xia paused for a few seconds and then said, "I have prepared everything you asked me to prepare that night. Don't worry about the school's funding. Even if you don't charge tuition, Brown has enough money to keep your school running until the heat death of the universe."

Ono hugged Qin Xia again.

After bidding farewell to all those with whom he had shared life and death, including Angron, Ono walked to the gate of the Triumphal Hall.

"Goodbye, liberators."

Ono saluted.

"Goodbye, my dear friends. May you be unstoppable and eliminate the ugliness and slavery in every corner of the galaxy."

Ono took a few steps back and saluted again.

"In the future, I will lead a group of children in an artificial oasis in the northern continent of Nuceria and point them to the stars in the sky."

"I will tell the next generation that there are still millions of people struggling in slavery and poverty, but they will be free and prosper."

Ono saluted again, turned around and walked out of the gate.

Everyone in the triumphal hall saluted Ono and watched him leave.

A transport will carry Ono to the surface.

"He must have been a respectable warrior," Kiel said.

Angron shook his head slightly. It was not because he thought Ono was not a respectable warrior, but because he knew Ono did not want to be a warrior.

"Is Cromach also willing to be transformed?" a gladiator suddenly asked.

Then everyone realized that Cromack was not there. "He was not there," Qin Xia said, "but the answer is obvious. Cromack did not want to reform at all. He was busy making money and looking for his daughter."

Angron nodded. “Alright.”

Cromach is a huge money-grubber. If he joined the Legion, he would probably pester others every day to place orders for his pharmaceutical company.

Or such people simply don't want to join the legion and lead that ascetic life of fighting.

He had long ceased to carry out combat missions in the Devourer Rebellion and instead worked with Brown on logistical matters.

"He originally sold himself to the arena in order to treat his daughter's illness." Angron subconsciously looked at Qin Xia, and then at the think tanks in the legion, "Can you..."

Qin Xia knew that what Angron wanted to ask was whether he could use psychic power to help Cromach.

In any case, this super money-grubber is a member of the Gladiators, and the drugs he produces win him purchase orders rather than relying on favors.

"I've looked for it for him." Qin Xia said.

Angron still couldn't sense his adoptive father's emotions, but he could now deduce a lot from his words.

Qin Xia's words were mixed with helplessness and heaviness.

"Prepare it." Angron looked at the pharmacist. "After the preparation is complete, arrange the transformation surgery for my brothers and sisters."

The pharmacist took off his helmet and held it in his hands. A solemn look appeared on his face covered with terrible scars, showing that he took the order very seriously, and then he saluted.

……

The gladiators all went to have their bodies examined by pharmacists to determine customized surgical plans.

Ms. Kleist and Ms. Theseus were lying by the porthole in the corridor, looking out.

Angron and Qin Xia also stood in the corridor, watching the pharmacists work through the transparent glass.

There can't be only one pharmacist in the legion. The man with the scar on his face is the officer of all pharmacists, a position similar to this.

"Will they be in danger?" The Primarch stared at everything in the room for a while and suddenly asked.

"There will be dangers, but I will not let their transformation fail. I will try my best to ensure their success," Qin Xia said.

Qin Xia already had a plan in mind.

That is, during the transformation operation, he would stand beside each transformed gladiator, and then use biochemical psychic spells to help those people avoid various dangerous situations that might occur during the transformation operation, such as heavy bleeding and organ failure.

There is always a way.

"Then what about us two women?" Kleist turned around at the porthole and pointed at himself and Theseus. "We two don't have the strong physiques of space marines. If we continue to fight with you, one day we will grow old and weak, and then we will become useless."

Kleist’s question makes sense.

Angron did not want to abandon the gladiator who had grown and fought with him until now, provided that the gladiator himself was willing to continue fighting.

So Angron also thought about it.

"You and Theseus can choose between the navy fleet and the regular army that the Devourers will transform into," Angron said. "Aging and weakness will not make any of you useless. You have fought until now, and even if only your mouth can move, you are still a living military textbook."

Kleist thought about it seriously and said, "I will continue to lead the regular army as an army general."

Angron called those who fought with the Legion the regular Army, not the Auxiliary, mortal troops.

So after the City Devourers rebels were transformed into the regular army of the 12th Legion, Crest had to lead the army to fight along with the Space Marine Legion. The enemies they had to face then would not be those enemies in the small land of Nuceria.

But Angron had no doubts about Crest's ability: "Of course, Sister Crest."

Crest smiled and walked up to Angron, jumping up and grabbing the primarch's hair.

The Valkyrie often did this. During Angron's growth period, Crest would jump up and touch Angron's head, judging whether Angron had grown or not based on the strength and height of her jumps.

"Where's Sister Theseus?" Angron looked at the girl who was staring at the stars by the porthole.

Theseus turned his head slowly.

Angron pursed his lips. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Theseus's eyes were scary.

The scary thing is not how fierce that look is, but that a girl who just came of age this year should not have such a cold and fierce look.

She was trained from a young age to become a child gladiator to fight ogres in the future, and this incident changed her forever.

"I don't want to join the regular army, and I have no interest in warships," Theseus said. "I certainly don't want to return to the so-called normal life."

"Then I have an idea." Qin Xia thought about something he had done in the past few years.

Association for the Study of Human History.

Qin Xia once established this organization to excavate and search for ancient technological artifacts on Nuceria. Eventually, those small amounts of ancient technology that even the High Knights had not discovered would be excavated and stored in the treasure house.

This organization would also sneak into the homes of the High Knights during wars and loot all knowledge and books. Among them, those books that were truly about history and normal scientific knowledge were used to compile textbooks.

There are not many members in the association, only a dozen or so people. They are warriors, scholars, and the most suitable people selected by Angron for Qin Xia.

Considering the future use of this association...

Qin Xia felt that Theseus would definitely shine there.

"Join the association." Qin Xia smiled at Theseus, "I have had this plan for a long time. But the premise is that you are willing. You are already a free man. You can control your own destiny. You can do whatever you want, and you don't have to do it if you don't want to. If you don't want to..."

"Of course." Theseus nodded, "I will join the association."

Qin Xia's expression was a little complicated, and he felt a little conflicted.

Finally, he nodded: "That's settled."

(End of this chapter)