Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 138 Eleven Shots
"Did I give you permission to use your damned ability to read my mind?"

The confusion and comfort on Perturabo's face gradually disappeared, and what appeared in Qin Xia and Angron's eyes was still a sour face.

Angron merely absorbed Perturabo's negative emotions, but did not brainwash Perturabo, so the reaction of this twisted monster was not surprising at all.

Perturabo was also wondering.

I wonder why the Emperor didn't tell me that Angron had such ability when he came, otherwise I would have kept my distance from him long ago.

"I don't want to absorb your damn emotions!" Angron pointed at Perturabo and snapped. "I was only sent to this damn planet to fight alongside you, and now that I'm here I want to finish this war, even if I regret coming here expecting to learn from you!"

Having said this, Angron suddenly realized that Perturabo's emotions indicated that he felt the same regret as he had spoken of.

This emotion is complex, and includes some indifference and disdain.

There is also a trace of...uncomfortable and regretful.

"You can get off this planet right now," Perturabo said coldly. "You are not here for your father's orders anyway. I can see that you don't want to listen to him. So why are you still here?"

"Because my descendants participated in this war, this war must have a winner! Whether they carve a blood line representing glory or a black line representing shame, this war must have a result!" Angron responded.

Perturabo looked a little confused and nodded. "Are you going to fight alone, or should we just hold our noses and bear it and finish this war together?"

“Alone, no doubt!” Angron said, and he walked away.

Qin Xia has already walked to the front. He really doesn't want to argue with Perturabo, this super twisted freak.

But when Angron reached the steps, Perturabo suddenly stopped him and said, "There is one thing that has not been dealt with."

Angron paused and looked back at Perturabo.

"You and your legion, and the losers in my legion. This involves you, and it must be settled here and there," Perturabo said.

……

The six hundred or so Iron Warriors that were previously rescued by Angron returned to the hall.

These Iron Warriors are taciturn, and their sturdy appearance makes them look like part of a machine.

Angron once thought that his offspring were also like machines, killing machines, but they would occasionally whisper to each other and occasionally show emotions, but these warriors from the Fourth Legion led by Perturabo were extremely cold, like real machines.

But if you sense it, you can still sense that they have emotions, but even they themselves are suppressing these emotions.

The Iron Warriors stood before the Primarch Perturabo and saluted.

More like a group of programmed robots.

"After your legion commander left with 10,000 men, I fought my way to the last enemy planet in this galaxy. Then I designed and built the defenses. I planned everything myself."

"Even if another 50,000 of your warriors were later drawn here and brought here by the Emperor, the establishment of this line of defense had nothing to do with them."

Perturabo kept his eyes on Angron and walked slowly, not toward his brother, but toward an Iron Warrior.

When the Iron Warrior realized that the Gene-Father had come to his side, he felt a tension and fear that was enough to make Angron feel it.

Qin Xia and Angron stood together.

Angron glared at Perturabo, while Qin Xia lowered his head to look at the small potion bottle in his hand.

This is a magical tool that may come in handy next.

"They are such a disgrace." Perturabo reached out and grabbed the Iron Warrior who was unfortunately pulled to his side. He grabbed the shoulder armor with his big hands and lifted up the entire sturdy superman warrior.

When Angron spoke up to stop him, Perturabo tossed the Offspring up like a rag doll and kicked it seven meters as it fell.

The other Iron Warriors watched their brother being kicked out calmly.

They secretly felt lucky for that brother because he was kicked on the shoulder armor. Although the hardest part of the shoulder armor was shattered to the ground, fortunately he was not killed by Perturabo's kick.

"The XII Legion is renowned for its discipline and ferocity in battle."

Perturabo walked away from the offspring, put his hands behind his back and came to a distance of five meters from them, then faced those offspring whom he defined as losers.

"To be honest, I actually admire the Twelve Legion because they deserve my admiration. They are natural weapons and can become a killing machine without any correction."

"Look at my army... I have a device on my head that allows me to command every squad in the army in real time, but their stupidity sometimes still causes my brilliant strategies to become garbage."

The Lord of Steel rubbed his chin as he spoke, seeming to be thinking about something.

"The XII Legion will no longer be a killing machine," Angron said.

"That's a shame. It shows that you are a failure as well." Perturabo turned to face Angron. "You are a failure. You will turn a good Legion into a useless one, just like the Fourth Legion that I failed to correct before my return. I feel sorry for your descendants."

Hearing this, Angron had no reaction, because he felt that his brother was abnormal and he should just ignore his brother's words.

It's like... a slightly less insane, slightly more rational, slightly more moral, but not much, oversized version of Turk.

Yes, some of Perturabo's qualities reminded Angron of the Mad King of Nuceria. The two had some things in common, such as their mood swings and cruelty to everyone.

"I now suspect that you have led some of the 12th Legion astray." Qin Xia said, "They are a group of daddy's boys who want to use certain behaviors to gain their father's praise and attention. The 12th Legion has fought alongside you for so many years, but has not learned much experience in defensive warfare and positional warfare, but has learned all of your shortcomings."

Before Qin Xia said this, Perturabo had a sneer and a slight sense of complacency on his face.

After hearing this, Perturabo's sneer disappeared: "What does that have to do with me? I have never taught the Twelve Legions!"

"Maybe there is some connection, maybe not, but it is undeniable that you and the soldiers of the 12th Legion have a lot in common in terms of certain personality traits." Qin Xia said, "Why don't you learn from the 12th Legion and change the target of seeking praise and attention from the Emperor to Angron, and you will enjoy it."

"Humph--"

A dull and long hum came from the Lord of Steel's nose, like a warning from a wild beast.

Perturabo clenched his fists so hard that they made a rattling sound, but in the end he did not attack. He turned around silently and faced the more than 600 "losers" again.

Angron frowned.

There was a sentiment coming from Perturabo that puzzled Angron.

Showing off, being proud... Perturabo seemed to realize that he could not win the argument with the two people in front of him, so he decided to try another approach.

He had seen what Angron feared, what he worried about, what he cared about.

Just like a sharp-thinking general who has discovered the flaw in the enemy's defense.

"What's the point of me telling you so much?" Perturabo turned his head and stared at his children.

The Iron Warriors gazed upon Perturabo, the Gene-Father.

Perturabo issued an order in a casual tone: "Eleven strokes to kill."

After receiving this order, even these iron warriors with hearts as strong as steel hesitated.

Eleven strokes, this is a terrible order.

One out of ten people will be killed by the remaining nine, and not with weapons, not with a quick slitting of the throat or a headshot, but with fists.

Space Marines are very tenacious and it is difficult to kill them with fists, which means that the person who draws the lot will have his organs pulled out and his limbs torn apart by the remaining nine people.

"Either you all die, or you all get killed."

"you……"

Before Perturabo could finish his words, he was suddenly knocked away by something.

After the Iron Warriors reacted and looked carefully, they found that it was not their genetic father who was knocked away by something, but Angron, the Primarch of the XII Legion, who had just kicked Perturabo away.

Angron had just completed a quick run-up and jumped, kicking out with his legs together, hitting Perturabo's shoulder and sending the strange brother flying.

"Ultra Kick?" Qin Xia, who was watching from the side, was slightly surprised. "When did you learn this?"

Perturabo rolled on the ground twice before stopping. He immediately stood up and roared at Angron: "How dare you, the Primarch of the Butcher Executioner Legion, discipline me? You have no right to meddle in my affairs, whether it's this war or my Legion!"

"I am the Primarch of the Butcher Executioner Legion, that's right. Even before I returned to the Legion, I was still a Butcher Executioner in the eyes of a certain class and group of people."

Angron gripped the chainsaw axe tightly with both hands and leaned down, staring at Perturabo.

"I'm not disciplining you, nor am I blaming you with morality. I just can't accept that these brave soldiers who have been fighting alone in the face of siege did not die heroically in battle, but died at the hands of their comrades!"

"They didn't deserve this. Even if they were your descendants, Perturabo, they didn't deserve this!"

Even if they are your children, Perturabo...

These words kept ringing in the Lord of Steel's ears, like a pot of fuel poured on a raging fire.

Until Perturabo no longer wanted to argue and, with a roar of rage, he rushed at Angron and crashed through the wall of the hall into the small room next to it.

Amid the shattering of building material, Perturabo raised his arms and smashed them against Angron's head.

Angron wanted to compete with him in terms of strength, but found that his strength was no match for the fully armed Perturabo. The bastard seemed to be planning a fight from the beginning.

The muffled thud echoed through the hall and reached everyone's ears, but Perturabo's arms and fists only struck Angron's arms, which were protecting his head.

The Lord of Steel quickly pulled away Angron's headguard and smashed into the unprotected head.

Fists rained down.

When Perturabo was about to put the weapon embedded in his arm armor directly against Angron's head and fire, his neck was suddenly strangled by Qin Xia's psychic power.

The feeling of suffocation could not harm a Primarch at all. Perturabo turned his head and glared at Qin Xia, then stood up from Angron and rushed forward with the intention of killing the wizard.

Qin Xia stood there and watched Perturabo running towards him at a speed of dozens of meters every second.

Angron staggered to his feet and chased after Perturabo, shouting to Qin Xia, "Don't let him get to you!"

After saying this, Angron suddenly felt something was wrong.

The next second, there was a sound of breaking and roaring overhead, and the legs of the God Titan stepped in from the top of the fortress.

boom--

The members of the 12th Legion who were guarding outside heard the sound and quickly looked back.

The Iron Warriors stationed near the fortress also quickly looked back.

I saw that the God Titan appeared next to the fortress at some point. The slender right leg of this huge war machine was deeply embedded in the fortress, maintaining the movement like a person stepping on an ant to death.

The continuous roar sounded again, and in the spreading smoke and dust, the right leg of the God Titan was pulled out from the fortress.

Kiel only glanced at a few company commanders, and the members of the Twelve Legions who had been ordered by Angron to leave the fortress immediately divided the work.

Kiel led his guards into the fortress.

The rest of the 12th Legion immediately blocked all entrances and exits of the fortress, released the safety of their bolter weapons, and stopped the Iron Warriors who were rushing over without knowing the truth.

Kiel led his men through the debris, found the way to the underground hall, and then jumped in.

The hall was also filled with smoke and dust and debris everywhere. This place had been transformed from an underground hall into an open-air hall.

The more than 600 Iron Warriors stood in the open space, at a loss.

Angron stood aside holding Perturabo's arm, while Qin Xia stood more than two hundred meters away from them.

The experienced legion commander immediately determined what had just happened.

First, an argument, or even a fight, must have broken out between the two Primarchs.

Then the God Titan who suddenly appeared in front of the fortress must be related to Qin Xia. Titan's right leg stepped into the hall, and his target must be Perturabo.

but……

Kiel looked at Angron and Perturabo, both of them were fine, which meant that Angron saved Perturabo.

(End of this chapter)