Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 146 Duel, Fight

"I heard you were once a gladiator for the amusement of others."

"A slave."

Perturabo turned around and walked to the wall next to the throne. He waved his hand over it and called up a holographic image for inputting numbers.

Angron made no secret of the fact that he had been a slave and a gladiator, and there was nothing to question about it for others to enjoy, because it was the truth.

Before Angron could speak, Perturabo continued, "My home planet is Olympia, and there are tyrants and cruel rulers there too. If you and I were to end up on the same planet, you would still be a slave or a gladiator for others to enjoy, and I would just be someone watching you from the audience."

Angron frowned.

Perturabo entered the code, and the wall extended forward a portion of the way, then roared and moved horizontally to the right, revealing a weapon inside.

"Do you know why?" Perturabo asked.

“Because you think you are powerful and qualified to be the boss,” Angron said.

Perturabo turned and glared at Angron. "It is true! I never considered myself a slave. Even when I was in trouble, I would always climb up. I was born to know a lot of knowledge. I was born to be different. I was born to be the master!"

Angron did not respond, but simply stared at the weapons emerging from the wall.

The weapon looked very heavy and had two types of firing holes, one for firing live ammunition and the other for firing energy.

This heavy weapon is connected to a number of cables extending from behind the wall.

"I have been treated and ordered around like a slave."

"That bastard pretended that he was my adoptive father, so that he could drive me around and make me do things for him."

Perturabo continued to operate the weapon.

"He also has a daughter."

"His daughter is also a tool used to control me, but she pretends to be my sister, but I..."

As Perturabo spoke this, Angron sensed that Perturabo did not mean what he said.

Perturabo had a complex feeling of nostalgia, some attachment, and hostility.

"But I was not manipulated by them, thanks to my personality and intelligence."

"So I say, you will still be a slave, but I will be different."

Perturabo flicked the switch.

The weapon begins to charge.

The energy supply system of the entire defense line accumulated energy for this heavy weapon within one second.

There was even a power outage in various places along the entire defense line.

The hall, which had fairly good lighting, was bathed in sunlight and was not dark.

Angron stared at the weapon.

For some reason, he felt that thing looked familiar.

"I didn't want to be a slave. It was the damn Eldar alien that seriously injured me, causing me to be anesthetized and captured."

Angron argued calmly with Perturabo.

"How about this, let's talk about what would happen if we all ended up in Nuceria."

"You are such an aggressive and twisted person. You will probably be beaten with butcher's nails by the slave owner, even your buttocks will be pierced with nails."

Hearing this, Perturabo growled and turned around, holding the weapon in his hand.

Angron continued, "I have become resistant to the anesthesia, so I can hold out for a second or two longer in front of the Nukairi flax. The last time my father anesthetized you, you fainted before you could even finish your words. You didn't have time to use your intelligence."

"The Emperor is our father!" Perturabo roared. "Just because that damn wizard used anesthetics to humiliate me, I will let you duel with me again this time!"

Angron stood still, sensing Perturabo's emotions.

This guy's emotions are as complicated as ever.

He no longer wanted to continue this bad relationship, but he felt that he had lost face last time.

"Let's have a duel, a gladiatorial fight, how about that?" Perturabo held his head high and pointed his gun at Angron. "Let's do it in a fair way, without wizards, without that damn anesthetic, let's fight fair!"

“Okay.” Angron took a stance, ready to fight with his bare hands.

Perturabo was stunned for a moment. "You have no weapon. This is not fair."

"That's only fair. I wouldn't be able to deal with you any better if I had a weapon," Angron said.

Taking on another Primarch with bare hands was not a good idea.

But he can gain advantages that are unique to Angron.

Using appropriate methods to deal with the enemy instead of just blindly using the strongest method is the trick that Qin Xia taught Angron through practical actions.

"Let us begin." Perturabo pulled the trigger.

An electric current rushed towards Angron, visually like a whip of lightning, lashing Angron, the slave that Perturabo thought of.

Angron dodged quickly and approached Perturabo.

"I was indeed a slave, but I later cleaned up all the slave owners and their lackeys!"

Angron dodged again.

After a ball of plasma fired from the weapon in Perturabo's hand was dodged, he switched the firing mode again to a ray.

But Angron anticipated the moment of fire and dodged again.

The two Primarchs were less than a meter away from each other.

Perturabo threw away his weapon and drew from his back a newly forged battle-axe with which he struck Angron.

As the axe blade with the disintegration field attached to it was about to fall, Angron’s palm touched Perturabo’s arm.

The Lord of Steel fell into a brief state of paralysis.

As a large amount of negative emotions dissipated, Perturabo smiled: "Ha."

The next second Angron's fist landed on Perturabo's face.

The Lord of Iron took two steps back, then swung his axe and struck Angron in the waist.

This time Angron's palm landed on Perturabo's chest.

Perturabo froze again, and was tripped by Angron and fell to the ground.

"This isn't fair!" "Stop using your vile witchcraft!"

"Don't read my mind!"

Perturabo roared and stood up, swinging his axe again.

"Although you want to use this duel as an opportunity to forgive me, and then ease the relationship with me after defeating me."

"But sorry, letting the opponent win in a duel is a disrespect to the opponent, so I will still go all out. Not to mention my natural abilities, I can even use crotch digging and warding!"

"Giving your all is the greatest respect!"

Angron placed his left hand on Perturabo's shoulder, and his upper body stretched back like a bowstring, then his head slammed hard into Perturabo's forehead.

Perturabo stepped back, swinging his axe.

Angron ducked under the blow, took a running leap and kicked out with his legs together.

"I just want to kill you in this duel!"

Perturabo rose from the ground, roaring so loudly that the whole hall shook.

“That’s not what you think.” Angron sensed Perturabo’s mood, dodged the incoming axe, and kicked again.

"You wizard! I'm going to kill you!"

"You are really angry, but I'm sorry, I will still do my best."

"Uh……"

Angron grabbed Perturabo by the waist and pushed him to the ground.

Just like in the previous battle between the two, Perturabo hugged Angron and smashed him through the wall before riding and beating him.

This time it was Angron's turn.

The battle axe in Perturabo's hand had fallen and was embedded in the ground two meters away.

Perturabo was able to strike back at Angron easily, but every time he struck back Angron would touch him, paralyzing him.

The Lord of Steel's fists could not strike back, but in the stiffness in which all negative emotions were taken away, his mouth could still speak.

"Why do you mind my business?! Why do you interfere in my management?"

"What qualifications do you have to stop me from doing the eleven-draw kill?"

Hearing Perturabo's roar, Angron responded while shaking his fist: "Because you were coming for me! You want to punish your own offspring to make me regret offending you. You want to torture my conscience! You want to torture my conscience with the life of your offspring!"

"I can't accept that others die because of me, and their death is worthless!"

Angron's fist pounded into Perturabo's head like a hydraulic hammer.

Whenever Perturabo tried to force himself free, Angron would touch his arm, freezing him in place.

"Then you shouldn't have offended me!"

"If you didn't use witchcraft to read my mind... I wouldn't fight back against you in that way!"

Perturabo yelled, taking another blow.

"If you don't like me, come at me!" Angron punched again. "Do you think I am submissive? Do you think I am easy to bully? I didn't spare any of the slave owners who enslaved me, even if there might be some good people in their class and group! I killed them all!"

"You're a slave owner too!"

"I didn't do it to you the first time I saw you because what you did was of some benefit to others!"

"..."

As Angron was about to strike again, Perturabo raised his hand to block it. "This is not fair! You can't use your powers!"

“You think this is fair.” Angron sensed Perturabo’s emotions. “When you realized that I only wanted to fight you with my bare hands, you were glad that I made a stupid choice. You thought you had an advantage against me with your heavy weapons. In your heart, you felt that this was not only fair, but you were also taking advantage.”

"..." Perturabo was speechless for a moment.

As the Lord of Steel gave up his resistance, Angron stopped punching.

The Lord of the Twelve Legions stood up from Perturabo, walked to the side, sat on the ground, and took a breath.

Perturabo lay on his back, murmuring, "I will kill you! I will kill your legion!"

“You have no such intention,” Angron said. “You think my Twelve Legions are brave and capable of fighting. You have no intention of killing any of them.”

Perturabo was again speechless.

"You don't have much hatred towards me. On the contrary, you think I am the one who can save you from the gloom and torture. It's just that you are afraid of becoming weak. You are afraid that my power will corrode your steel like rust." Angron said again.

Perturabo was unable to say anything this time.

His body was no longer lying on his back, but had turned over, with his limbs curled up and lying on his side.

Angron felt powerlessness, helplessness, grievance, pain, and relief from Perturabo's emotions...

Perturabo was indeed helpless. He had not expected that Angron's ability could cause him to become paralyzed over and over again. He thought that ability would only work once, or that he would not become paralyzed if he did not have any negative emotions.

This damned ability left him powerless to fight back, Perturabo thought.

Losing the fight was not a big deal, and failure was not absolutely unacceptable. What made Perturabo most frustrated was that he didn't even have a mental defense line.

Every thought, every emotion, they were sensed by Angron.

It's like a person putting on a thick cotton jacket and then putting on extremely heavy armor just to hide himself, but the effect is no different from being naked.

Perturabo was helpless.

He still felt aggrieved.

Angron's abilities are just too shameless and unreasonable.

Even as Perturabo was thinking this, Angron sensed what he was thinking and said, "Unreasonable twisted people like you must be cured by my unreasonable powers!"

“…” Perturabo curled up on his side, saying nothing, unable to say anything.

"Novsendak-5, are you going to give it to me or keep it for yourself?" Angron stood up from the ground and looked at Perturabo and asked.

"It's yours," Perturabo muttered.

"Will you punish the Iron Warriors, whom you call losers, and Dantioch, as well as the two camps of Dantioch, and use them to pick on me?" Angron asked again.

"No," Perturabo responded.

(End of this chapter)