Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 145 The Only Request
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An antigravity craft was flying along the equator of Novsendak V.

Like everything that stems from Nusa's over-the-top anti-gravity technology, this craft is too ordinary to deserve a name.

The ordinary anti-gravity aircraft flew from the Twelve Legion fleet outside the planet's orbit to the surface, picked up the people who were going to negotiate with the Iron Warriors, then rose to near low-Earth orbit and flew to the Iron Warriors' huge defense line.

Angron stood by the window, using the Primarch's superhuman vision to look down at the defense line where the craft was approaching.

Qin Xia sat in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

The commander of the 12th Legion, Kiel, and the commander of the 8th Assault Company, Kahn, sat solemnly opposite Qin Xia, not saying a word.

These are all the people who will be heading out to negotiate with the Iron Warriors.

Dantioch would have joined the negotiation team, but Angron was afraid that Dantioch would become the target of Perturabo's anger, so he did not let Dantioch go, but only asked the respected Iron Warrior to prepare the two camps of Iron Warriors.

As for the future of these Iron Warriors... Angron assured Dantioch that he would go and test the waters first to see what the situation was.

"Their defense is hopeless."

When the cabin was silent, Angron suddenly spoke up, commenting on the Iron Warriors' defense.

On the planet of Novsendak V alone, the Iron Warriors' defense was incredibly strong.

Trenches, fortifications, fortresses, these things cannot be built simply by piling up manpower and materials. Each of them has many uses.

For example, trenches and some fortifications that seem extremely easy to break through will gather the attackers together, and then the shooting field of nearby bunkers and fortresses can perfectly cover the so-called weaknesses, causing unimaginable casualties to the attackers.

Perturabo was a master of positional and defensive warfare, Angron had no doubt about that.

"If, if we are enemies with the Iron Warriors, can we take down their defenses?" Angron suddenly retracted his gaze and asked Kiel.

"In your name, there is no defense line that cannot be breached by the Twelve Legion." Kiel answered very honestly, "but we will have to pay a staggering price."

Kahn echoed the Legion Commander's words: "The 12th Legion is good at attacking. As long as you give the order, the World Eaters will complete your offensive goals at all costs."

"..." Angron was just asking.

He had been learning about strategy, and when he saw a line of defense he would plan how he could attack it, whether it was a friendly line or an enemy line.

Angron believed that such behavior would help him grow further.

"The war is over," Keel said.

The legion commander looked at Qin Xia from under his MK2 helmet.

As he said, the war is over.

It is true that wizards are not popular in the legion, but let's talk about the facts and the people themselves.

Kiel believed that the wizard in front of him, named Qin Xia, had not only done a favor to the Twelfth Legion in matters concerning the Primarch, but also in the matter of eliminating the alien race in the Nofsendak galaxy.

The 12th Legion, which is good at attacking, also had to find and spend a lot of effort to destroy the nests of the alien race like the Iron Warriors, and then engage in a protracted cycle of war. However, Qin Xia and the think tanks played a big role and chose the right way to quickly end the war.

Is Qin Xia the kind of wizard who can fix everything just by showing up? Like the Emperor?
Kiel thinks not.

But Qin Xia chose the most correct way and the best tactics to deal with this war, so it had an amazing effect, just like in Nukeria they used the most correct way to take down the most stubborn fortress.

Angron sensed the emotions that arose from Kiel's thoughts.

Angron nodded. “You still have something to say.”

"Yes, father." Kiel admitted, "I personally think that we should leave the Novsendak system and go on our own Great Crusade of the 12th Legion. It is not necessary to negotiate with the Iron Warriors. We don't need to risk talking to them at their defense line."

"Novshendak-5 must be owned by the Twelfth Legion."

Qin Xia, who was resting with his eyes closed, still had his eyes closed, but he spoke.

“This involves one of my studies.”

"I want to weaponize my extremely stable psychic energy and turn it into ammunition. This will significantly improve the combat effectiveness of the 12th Legion."

Hearing this, Kiel placed his hand on his heart.

This is a courtesy, and also a way of expressing my approval that I have no objection.

The alien races here can devour psychic energy and then produce crystals containing psychic energy.

Kiel was the commander of the legion, and his experience allowed him to figure out what this meant without having to think.

Those crystals are like ammunition. If psychic weapons or devices are created in the future... Qin Xia doesn't need to be present to open a psychic portal and create a shock wave that can turn hundreds of enemies into pieces...

Even a new recruit in the mortal auxiliary army can use psionic spells by taking a crystal and a device that can release psionic spells, filling it with the crystal like a weapon.

This will have a qualitative effect on improving the combat effectiveness of the legion.

But the problem is...

Kiel said: "The 4th Legion Iron Warriors have been fighting in this galaxy until now. They have made great sacrifices. In the eyes of the Lord of Steel, we are more like picking peaches. It is conceivable that it is not easy to have the control of Novsendak V and the mining rights of the crystals on it through a negotiation."

"So my father and I made two preparations," Angron said. "If Perturabo doesn't agree, then we will leave here and find a way to use the genes of the alien race we obtained to achieve our goal."

"Yes," Kiel responded.

The aircraft showed obvious signs of falling.

When it came to a stop, the hatch opened.

"Go quickly and come back soon. If anything happens, remember one thing."

Brown, once again serving as pilot, said over the communicator in the cockpit.

"I'm not just a pilot or a master of statistics. I'm not good at fighting, but I have fighting ability."

Angron nodded and was the first to step off the aircraft.

The Lord of Steel still did not come to greet him personally, but this time he commissioned a Trident to greet his brother.

It was the trident named Lando Agger.

"The Primarch is waiting for you in the war hall," Lando Aeger said, "I'll take you there." Qin Xia, Kil and Kahn were about to go with Angron, but when Lando Aeger was leading them into the most magnificent fortress, he suddenly stopped.

"The Primarch is in a good mood. There is no need for you to follow him. Take a rest."

After Lando Egg finished speaking, three Iron Warriors stepped forward and motioned for the three to follow.

Angron turned to Qin Xia and nodded silently, indicating that there would be no problem.

Qin Xia thought about it and signaled the Iron Warrior to lead the way.

The three were separated from Angron and taken to a room that was, by Iron Warriors standards, very ornate.

The gate closed and the three of them waited in the room.

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Perturabo sat on the throne.

Under the black robe, his body as strong as a high wall was hunched over, and his eyes were closed like a city gate.

Dantioch, who was not supposed to be here, knelt before his Primarch.

Dantioch promised Angron to wait, but he did not do as he promised and returned to the defense line first.

I came back alone.

"Then, we helped the 12th Legion destroy the largest nest."

Dantioch had told Perturabo all about his experiences since leaving the Line of Defense.

Perturabo asked him to lead two battalions to establish a defense line at the ancient complex, and the XII Legion had already gone there and established a defense line.

So the mission is still not completed.

Dantioch feared Perturabo's wrath like everyone else, but he decided to come anyway. He felt that Angron was an outsider after all, and if he counted on Angron to help speak well of him, the more than 600 Iron Warriors who had left with the 12th Legion and the two camps he led out would probably never be able to return to the Legion.

"How much effort you and your two camps have put in."

"Oh, by the way, there are also those six hundred losers. How much contribution did you and them make to the Twelve Legion?"

Unlike the fury Dantioch had expected, Perturabo's tone was very calm.

Just like his current sitting posture and temperament, calm and composed.

"The six hundred or so battle brothers who went to help the 12th Legion earlier guided them in setting up the defense line," Dantioch replied. "And the two battalions I brought with me helped them fight and stayed behind to guard the complex while they went out to clean up the nest. We played a very important role."

"So you were of great help to them?" Perturabo demanded.

Dantioch nodded.

"Hmm..." The Primarch made a dull sound and raised his hand to scratch the back of his head connected to the black pipe. "You did very well. Very well. You completed the task I gave you. You are more useful than most of the garbage around me. Very good."

Dantioch looked up at the Primarch.

He had expected Perturabo to be furious that his own son had aided the XII Legion.

But it didn't, instead it was a compliment.

Dantioch wasn't too surprised, because that was how Perturabo was, never knowing when he was in a good mood or a bad mood, and acting accordingly.

After thinking carefully, Dantioch was suddenly stunned.

He suspected that he was sent out because the Primarch wanted to help his brother but was unwilling to say so directly.

As if realizing that Dantioch had guessed it, Perturabo opened his eyes and said, "Get lost."

Dantioch stood up and left.

He reached the door and suddenly heard Perturabo's voice behind him, as deep as the roar of a radio broadcast ordering a charge in a positional battle.

"I like you very much. I have high expectations of you. Don't let me down."

Dantioch turned and saluted, reciting the motto of the Fourth Legion: "Armored with steel, hearts of steel."

"That is my expectation of you. You are not qualified to say that." Perturabo frowned. "You are far from having a heart of steel. You are not qualified to say that, and you never will be."

Dantioch said nothing and turned away.

Perturabo forced himself to calm down, completely free of any emotion, and waited.

A moment later, Angron was brought into the hall by Lando Agger.

Perturabo's body trembled, as if a fortress wanted to rise from the ground, but could not rise because of gravity.

Anyway, he didn't stand up, he just sat.

“Perturabo,” Angron said, sensing emotions.

Perturabo seemed to have built a mental defense that prevented any emotions from arising.

Being called by his name was very unpleasant to the Lord of Steel.

Angron sensed that Perturabo's mental defenses were gradually breaking down, and all kinds of emotions were revealed, the most common of which was dissatisfaction.

"What is it?" Perturabo said in a thunderous voice. "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. The Fourth Legion may be transferred soon. I don't have time to chat with you or listen to your nonsense."

“All the planets in the Novsendak system will probably belong to the Iron Warriors after the war, right?” Angron said. “Can you give me Novsendak V, or just give us the right to mine there?”

Outposts will be built in all the captured galaxies, and the Iron Warriors will assign a few unlucky ones to garrison there.

If Dantioch didn't do his job well... Perturabo had originally planned to keep him in the Novsendak system to guard the outpost, but now he no longer plans to do so.

"Okay." Perturabo agreed without even thinking about it.

But Angron had no reason to feel relieved, for he sensed Perturabo's subsequent emotions.

"I have one request." Perturabo stood up. "Let us have a fair and upright duel."

(End of this chapter)