Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 141 Troublesome people

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"call--"

"call--"

In the ruins of the fortress, Dantioch walked into the ruins with light steps.

Although they were clearly within their own defense line, they moved cautiously, as if they were carrying out an intelligence reconnaissance operation against an enemy stronghold.

"call--"

Hearing the heavy breathing, Dantioch instantly became alert, hid behind a huge rock, and looked forward.

Perturabo lay on a pile of rubble.

The Lord of Steel had never lay down like this before, so even though he was clearly resting, Dantioch still had a feeling that "he was probably dead."

"Heh." Dantioch chuckled, then turned serious again and approached Perturabo as if he was scouting an enemy position.

After approaching the Father of Genes, Dantioch tentatively shook the Lord of Steel's arm, but he was quickly pushed back three meters by the strong arm's unconscious stimulation.

After a moment's thought, Dantioch quickly climbed out of the ruins and came to the front of the group of fighting brothers who were surrounding him outside.

"The Primarch is asleep."

After hearing Dantioch's "reconnaissance information report", all the Iron Warriors present could not believe it.

"How could he fall asleep?"

“I never saw him rest.”

"..."

When everyone was puzzled, an Iron Warrior who was born in the same place as Dantioch and was conscripted at the same time stood up and said in an even more contemptuous tone: "I heard from the people of the 12th Legion that there is a very strong anesthetic in Nuceria. It must be that Perturabo had a conflict with the 12th Primarch and was knocked out."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

No one questioned the others: "How can you call the Primarch by his name?"

The Iron Warriors present did not agree with Perturabo's rule to a certain extent, even though it made them outliers in the legion and made them the targets of exclusion and punishment.

They secretly retain their emotions and personalities, even though they may no longer have them after being transformed, which is a struggle in itself.

But Dantioch was not very sociable and spoke out to stop him: "The Tridents will be here soon so we'd better be careful about what we say and do. After all, he is our Primarch."

"I understand." The friend put his arm around Dantioch's shoulders. "After all, there are only a few people like us in the Legion. Apart from us, a few dissidents, 99.9% of the Iron Warriors completely obey Perturabo."

Dantioch felt that his friend was going too far. He thought that Perturabo might be changed in the future. Disapproving of orders such as the eleven-draw kill did not mean going against the Father of Genes.

"They're coming."

Someone reminds me.

All the Iron Warriors in front of Dantioch shut their mouths and became as calm and steady as a machine.

The rest of the Legion arrived, led by a Trident hand-picked by Perturabo himself.

“We have to speak with one voice.”

"The Primarch of the 12th Legion just sent someone to say that we can arrange him however we want."

"So I said we have to speak with one voice and come up with an explanation, so that he won't vent his hatred for the 12th Legion on us."

Trident said to everyone.

Hearing this, Dantioch realized that what his best friend said, "99.9% of the Legion's brave warriors completely obey Perturabo," was not necessarily accurate.

Lying in the ruins, Perturabo had no idea what was happening outside.

The Lord of Steel did not sleep as easily and comfortably as it seemed. In fact, his spirit was on a climb.

This is a very tiring dream.

"No. 921."

"922."

Perturabo climbed the mountain, counting every meter he climbed.

With his original body's eyes, he couldn't see the top of the mountain when he looked up, nor could he see the bottom of the mountain when he looked down. It was so terrifyingly high.

But Perturabo finally climbed up. When he reached the top of the mountain, he found that this was his home planet Olympia. Those magnificent buildings were hidden in the clouds in the distance, looking like a fairyland.

“It’s a beautiful world.”

"Father."

Perturabo turned around immediately upon hearing the voice and saluted the Emperor standing behind him.

The Emperor nodded slightly, gazing at the beautiful scenery beyond the mountaintop and the purple light that was spilling onto the surface from outside Olympia.

"You have a lot of complaints against me." The emperor seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be stating a fact in a calm manner.

Perturabo did not answer.

It is still the early days of the Great Crusade. Perturabo has some complaints about the Emperor, but he actually has more admiration and worship for him.

"Do you hate Angron?" The Emperor asked again, half asking, half explaining.

"Of course I hate you." Perturabo nodded, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head again. "No, how should I put it... there is a reason for this."

"You don't have to tell me, let me tell you why."

The Emperor turned suddenly, facing Perturabo.

Perturabo frowned. He felt that the person in front of him was not the Emperor, but he didn't know how to prove it, so he could only listen silently.

"You always think you are a piece of steel. You use coldness and arrogance to make yourself seem inhuman. You pretend that you don't care about the mental pressure at all, but you are tortured by it all the time."

"Angron is here. His abilities are unreasonable, just like your personality. He can easily know what you are thinking and can easily make the things that are tormenting you stop torturing you for a short time."

"Something you don't even know how to solve suddenly has an antidote. You feel lucky, but you're also afraid that you'll become weak because of it."

"..."

Perturabo suddenly interrupted the Emperor's narration: "Who are you?"

The Emperor ignored him and took out a piece of steel from somewhere. When he brushed his hand over the steel, it became extremely hard. He handed the steel to Perturabo and signaled Perturabo to break it.

Perturabo broke it easily.

The Emperor took out many similar pieces of steel and handed them to Perturabo. Perturabo took them and broke them easily: "One person's power is limited... I understood this principle hundreds of years ago."

The emperor remained silent and took out another piece of steel, which gradually corroded.

Perturabo took it subconsciously and prepared to break it.

But in the blink of an eye, he suddenly found his head grabbed by the larger self, his legs pinched by the larger self, and the larger self was using both hands to exert force.

Perturabo was broken by Perturabo.

Perturabo suddenly woke up with the sound of himself breaking.

The Lord of Steel quickly calmed down and recalled his dream.

First of all, he was sure that it was not a dream sent by the emperor, because the emperor in the dream felt more like some hidden thoughts deep in his heart or simply his other side.

Somehow, Perturabo even realized who was causing this strange dream - Angron.

"It's retribution."

Perturabo sat with his back against the rubble.

"Damn Angron, damn his ability, and damn him for not telling me about his ability..."

"I deserve to die, too."

Perturabo muttered to himself when no one was around.

Sometimes he held his head in thought, sometimes he beat his chest and stamped his feet, and sometimes hesitant.

Finally the Lord of Steel sat down again.

He realized that the 12th Legion had left the defense line, but they would probably stay and continue fighting.

Based on his experience, he quickly guessed what the 12th Legion might be doing now.

But thinking of this, Perturabo shook his head vigorously to get rid of the thought.

"Dantioch!"

"Dantioch!"

Perturabo roared.

Seeing that no one came down, he continued to shout: "I heard your voice, I know you came down to find me when I was asleep, get down here! Now!"

An agile Iron Warrior quickly came in front of Perturabo.

"Now you are my trident."

Dantioch was suddenly conferred a title, even though he thought the Primarch would ask him about the XII Legion, Angron, and anesthetics. The Iron Warrior was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

But that's how Perturabo is. He might pick up a random warrior and beat him half to death, or he might suddenly upgrade a warrior.

"You lead the two camps to leave the defense line and head towards the ancient building where the six hundred losers had been hiding before, and occupy it."

The Lord of Steel spoke with a voice like thunder.

"Bring more engineering equipment and materials, occupy that damn place, and build an outpost."

"I've had enough of this damn planet. I'm going to use a progressive positional war to wipe out those bugs once and for all!"

After giving the order, Perturabo lowered his head and began to ponder, as if he was checking for omissions or calculating something.

"That's impossible," said Dantioch. "It's just like committing suicide, you know..."

Perturabo's knee struck Dantioch in the chest.

Dantioch was knocked over and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

"Go or die." Perturabo stepped on Dantioch's back. "Either you complete the task I give you, or you bring me victory in the war. Otherwise, you know what your fate will be."

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The two battalions of Iron Warriors, with a total of more than 1,500 Space Marines, trudged through the sea of ​​​​insects.

Heavy tanks led the way, the infantry followed behind, and a transport convoy loaded with a large amount of engineering materials and equipment drove in the middle.

The two camps would not have only more than 1,500 people, but these were not two complete camps. Instead, they were pieced together, and this group of people did not even have a "war blacksmith" to serve as the camp commander.

The swarm of insects attacked the entire team.

The shadows of the ancient buildings were vaguely visible in the distance, but it felt like you could never reach them no matter how hard you tried.

The enemies are endless.

This alien race is not very powerful, and has no special features other than its large numbers. But even so, when the battle of the Novsendak galaxy first began, the Emperor personally came to this galaxy to participate in the battle.

It was not like the second time he came to Novsendak to pick up Kiel and others, nor was it like the third time he came here to send 50,000 people from the Twelfth Legion and inform Perturabo that his brother was coming.

The Emperor's first visit was to join the war, to help the Fourth Legion capture the most difficult planet in the galaxy, so that the Legion could gain a foothold in the galaxy and continue to fight positional warfare with the aliens.

You can imagine how difficult this alien race is.

The blood of the Zerg aliens splattered everywhere, mixing with the strong winds caused by the harsh natural environment of the planet.

The swamps on the ground were extremely difficult to pass through, and the transport vehicles in the team had begun to fall behind.

Dantioch had no time to think or make a decision. His hands never stopped killing aliens since he broke out of the defense line.

During the battle, he gradually became numb and even some phantoms began to appear before his eyes.

A Space Marine with blue shoulder pads and white torso was killing aliens. He was wearing a cloak with skulls all over it.

"Captain Kiel?" Dantioch called out subconsciously.

However, the illusion really stopped and turned to look at Dantioch.

Both of them were stunned for less than a second.

"Why are you here?"

Kiel and Dantioch asked each other questions at the same time.

Then they both answered each other's questions at the same time, but no longer in unison.

"I was sent to take this place and build a defense."

"We will set up defense here after we leave your Iron Warriors' line."

(End of this chapter)