Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 137 Lord of Steel
The World Eaters' rescue of their allies was a spectacular event due to the sheer number of Space Marines fighting alongside their Primarch, but the action itself was unremarkable.

Angron led the legion to the building complex four kilometers away, killing all the way.

At this time, the war machines participating in the battle began to retreat under Kiel's order, and only Qin Xia controlled the Titan to provide fire support.

Then when the Legion came out again, they were followed by a group of Space Marines with black and yellow stripes on their shoulder armor. They were not tall but sturdy, and were obviously Iron Warriors.

They hold a building in the ancient complex under siege by the insect swarm until today.

This is undoubtedly a feat that the Twelve Legion would admire and praise.

After the rescue operation was completed, Angron ordered his men to return to the defense line.

The soldiers of the 12th Legion gathered in a huge fortress behind the middle section of the defense line, converging in the astonishingly magnificent and vast hall underground in the fortress.

The space reserved for posting the legion emblem in the hall was not hung with the flag of the Fourth Legion Iron Warriors, but was left empty.

There is also a throne in the hall.

When Angron finished his intense battle and sat down to catch his breath, he found that this seat was just as suitable as the seats in the Triumph Hall of the Resolute Resolve, and it fit his body perfectly.

These strange little things were not enough for the Primarch to put them first for attention and analysis; there were more important things.

"Father."

The 60,000 warriors gathered in the hall all saluted, 50,000 of them knelt on one knee, and the remaining 10,000 placed their hands on their hearts.

"Stand up!" Angron stood up from the throne that fitted him perfectly and commanded the fifty thousand people who were not enough to fill the hall. "You are not my slaves, and I am not a slave owner. You should not kneel before me!"

Fifty thousand people were puzzled, but because of the legion's discipline, they stood up at the same time, and even the amplitude of their movements was exactly the same.

Qin Xia glanced at the 50,000 people, then looked at Kiel and shrugged.

He also wanted to remind these people, but because he was distracted by looking at the vast hall just now, he didn't have time to do it.

Angron looked at the aliens in the hall.

There were more than 600 Iron Warriors who had just been rescued and followed all the way here.

"Thank you, Your Highness, the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion!" The man with the most scars on his body bowed and saluted.

Angron shook his head. “It’s a piece of cake. If you want to thank someone, thank the captain of my 36th Company. He reminded me that there are friendly troops holding out in those ancient buildings that were built who knows how many years ago. It can be seen that my descendants admire you, the Fourth Legion.”

"We also admire your offspring." The Iron Warrior said, "The 12th Legion has amazing discipline and combat effectiveness. It is my honor to fight alongside your offspring."

"Why did you stay there? Didn't the Lord of Steel come to save you?"

Before Angron opened his mouth to say the next sentence, Qin Xia asked the question first.

Angron wanted to ask the same question.

The Iron Warrior said nothing.

“Because they failed!”

A resounding voice echoed into the hall, and a figure as sturdy as Angron stepped into the hall.

It was Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors of the IV Legion.

There were also some well-equipped warriors following Perturabo. Qin Xia knew that those warriors were called "Trident" by Perturabo.

The tridents stood in a row.

Perturabo also stopped.

Angron stood up from his throne and looked at Perturabo in great surprise. "It seems that my eccentric brother has finally shown up."

Perturabo ignored Angron's greeting and coldly ordered the Iron Warriors who had just returned: "Get behind Lando Aegor, losers."

More than 600 Iron Warriors walked towards a trident beside Perturabo without hesitation and stood behind the brother named Lando Aegor, who was the close attendant of the Father of Genes.

"I am only here to take these losers away, so they won't continue to embarrass me." Perturabo looked down on his descendants who were considered losers, then slowly turned his head and stared at Angron. "I have been fighting in the Novsendak system. I established the defense of this planet a year ago."

"One year? So fast." Angron was very surprised and began to wonder how such a large defense line could be built in one year.

Perturabo continued, "You came to my battlefield, to my defense line, why didn't you come to see me? I heard from my father that you are from Nuceria. Isn't there a distinction between host and guest in that barbaric hellhole?"

Qin Xia frowned and looked at Perturabo. His eyes rolled and he suddenly took out a small medicine bottle from behind and held it in his hand.

The medicine bottle contains anesthetic.

One of the three treasures of Nuxing.

"So the Emperor has been here before." Angron seemed relaxed in the face of the aggressive Perturabo. "No wonder you knew my figure and ordered a throne and a war fortress for me."

"..."

Perturabo was suddenly speechless.

A series of expressions appeared on the face of the Lord of Steel under his heavy helmet, a different expression almost every half second.

Doubt, confusion, solemnity, speculation, anger, curiosity...

And the emotions behind these expressions were also accurately sensed by Angron.

They're like, "How would you know?"

Then these emotions quickly change, eventually turning into anger and hatred.

Perturabo was obviously in a difficult situation, so Qin Xia helped Angron to cooperate.

"It's amazing that your descendants have held on until now despite the siege. If they were members of the 12th Legion, even if the operation failed, they could avoid the shame by relying on this feat." Qin Xia said.

Perturabo moved his eyes and looked at Qin Xia, who was dozens of meters ahead. "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to excuse these losers?"

Qin Xia stepped forward, bowed slightly politely, and introduced himself.

"The first psyker of the 12th Legion. If you don't believe me, ask Lando Aeger." Qin Xia looked at the trident of Lando Aeger beside Perturabo and said, "My friend, is everything ok?"

"No problem." Lando Egg said. He quickly covered his mouth and accused Qin Xia, "Wizard, how dare you control my mouth!"

"No, to be precise, it is to temporarily control your brain." Qin Xia corrected. Perturabo's gaze changed from staring to glaring.

But the emotions Angron sensed indicated that Perturabo was not very angry. Instead, he was glad that Qin Xia had changed the subject to avoid further embarrassment about the issue of custom-made thrones.

"Brother," Angron said, drawing Perturabo's attention. "Although you gave me an unnecessary blow when I came down, let's be honest. I have to thank you for the chair."

Perturabo glared at Angron.

Qin Xia and Angron were like two bullfighters, pulling two pieces of red cloth, consuming Perturabo's inexplicable hostility at this time.

And when Perturabo realizes this, he won't be fooled.

"You seem to be different from your offspring. You prefer to talk." Perturabo walked towards Angron.

The Lord of Steel was now wearing a heavy and tall power armor, and as he approached, Angron felt like an iron wall pressing down on him.

"All of you, go forth," Angron said to his sons.

The World Eaters immediately filed out.

Perturabo also turned around and ordered his heirs: "Get out of the way! Get out of this place!"

The Iron Warriors turned and walked away.

Perturabo was really planning on fighting Angron, and he kept getting closer.

Angron, not wanting a duel, attempted to pin Perturabo down.

And when the latter put his arm on the former's shoulder, both of them froze at the same moment.

A storm enveloped Angron.

A storm of emotions.

Under Qin Xia's puzzled gaze, the stiff Angron felt many emotions and the things derived from those emotions.

Angron felt as if he was immersing himself in Perturabo's past and every feeling of Perturabo from his perspective.

Proud, Perturabo was a proud man, he thought he was born different.

Angry, Perturabo was angry.

He learned from the Emperor that Angron would be coming, and he ordered the construction of the fortress and the seats in the underground hall.

This was not out of goodwill, but because Perturabo wanted to take the initiative in this war. He wanted to command the Twelve Legions and his twelve brothers, but felt that they should not be commanded in vain, so he built a chair for Angron as a gift.

He felt that Angron should be grateful to him, but after Angron arrived, he did not take the initiative to meet him in the core of the defense line that he had built, which was like a masterpiece. Instead, he ordered the 12th Legion to launch a fruitless assault.

He felt that Angron was ungrateful.

resentment.

This sentiment was not directed towards Angron, but towards his duty and the one he served - the Emperor.

He felt that he was fighting a battle in the Nofsendak galaxy that would not bring him much merit or glory, and that he was being looked down upon. He possessed genius-like experience in positional warfare, but here he was dealing with an alien race.

This alien race is powerful, but they pose little threat to the Empire as a whole, and are so small compared to other incredibly powerful alien races that their extinction would not be taken seriously or celebrated.

He was clearly looking forward to being found by the Emperor and had the strongest determination to follow him, but he was being wasted.

These were only a few of even the storm of emotions Angron was feeling.

There was something more, like a much larger part beneath an iceberg on the sea surface, which froze Angron for a few seconds.

These emotions, as well as the past events that were derived from them and were as clear and visible as illusions, were also absorbed by Angron through physical contact.

"The Emperor has immobilized you?" Qin Xia looked at the two Primarchs.

He suspected that Angron had absorbed Perturabo's emotions, but felt that was unlikely because it would not take Angron that long to absorb emotions.

Based on past experience, it shouldn't take that long.

After the two primarchs froze for a few seconds, they both took a few steps back, keeping a distance of five meters between them.

“Slave owners! You are all slave owners!” Angron’s eyes were bloodshot, his body was hunched, he scratched his hair with both hands, and squeezed out words from between his teeth, “You all are! The Iron Warriors are your slaves! And you are that man’s slave! You…”

Qin Xia looked at Perturabo.

The Lord of Steel suddenly took off his helmet and looked innocent.

Angron was driven mad by those emotions, but Perturabo was the exact opposite.

The Lord of Steel now feels extremely relaxed and comfortable.

This was the same feeling he had had when he took the villagers' water and poured it on the ground on his home planet Olympia, then molded a palace out of mud.

The dark purple light of the Eye of Fear shone on the mud palace that was gradually taking shape in his hands. It was his lost youth.

"Anglon?" Qin Xia hurried forward to help up Anglon, who was tortured to his knees on the ground.

"They are slave owners... but they are doing things that are good for the entire race... they have a just cause and goal... but they are also doing damn things... damn... why is it so complicated... why can't it be simpler... they should die or they shouldn't die..." Angron's voice trembled.

Qin Xia didn't know how to alleviate Angron's condition, but he knew who caused Angron to become like this, so he stared at Perturabo.

Seeing the white spiritual energy gushing out of Qin Xia's eyes, Perturabo subconsciously prepared for battle.

"I am fine."

Angron said suddenly.

The Twelve Primarchs stood up, staring at Perturabo, but all their energy and focus were put into expelling the negative emotions they had absorbed.

Those methods of relieving emotions that Qin Xia had told him, such as telling himself whether the emotions were good or bad, categorizing them and then forgetting them.

All those explorations and experiments that Angron had done himself, the negative emotions he had absorbed while growing up to sharpen his mind, were now useful.

Angron gradually stabilized.

(End of this chapter)