Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 147 Gift
The duel is completely over.

Angron got a satisfactory result.

The 12th Primarch stepped forward and held out his hand to Perturabo: "I'm sorry... I just feel that if I don't fight you, you won't be satisfied, so..."

Perturabo did not extend his hand, but remained silent.

“I said before that you are a slave owner. I do think so, but I do not consider you an enemy.” Angron continued to extend his hand. “Because you are different from those slave owners on Nukeria. You are indeed doing things that benefit all of humanity. You have indirectly saved an astronomical number of people. Even I have saved fewer people than you.”

"I won't treat you as an enemy, but you can't be hostile to me either."

"If you continue to treat me as an enemy, I will not accept it. I will fight back against you, I will find fault with you, and I will retaliate against you, because I am not a generous person either."

"but……"

Angron crouched down and took a deep breath.

"But you can't punish an innocent person to cause trouble for me."

Perturabo rose from the ground, still not taking Angron's hand.

Angron withdrew his hand and looked at this twisted brother helplessly.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that Perturabo was a weirdo.

So he didn't say anything else and turned away.

“Wait.” Perturabo suddenly called to Angron.

Angron paused.

The Lord of Steel picked up the heavy weapon, picked up the battle axe, and threw it to Angron.

"These two weapons were yours," Perturabo said. "I modified them."

Angron was stunned.

He had just noticed this from Perturabo's emotions, but he really didn't dare to believe it.

The heavy weapon and the battle axe had been transformed beyond recognition. They were indeed stronger, but even their own owners could not recognize them.

"How did you get them?!" Angron picked up the two weapons and glanced left and right.

The heavy weapon still had a hint of its shape, enough to prove to Angron, “I am the machine gun you used during the uprising in the Colosseum.”

"I ordered Dantioch to steal both weapons when he returned," Perturabo said.

Angron was stunned for a moment and snorted in annoyance.

In Perturabo's original plan, he would inflict a crushing defeat on Angron, and then use these two modified weapons to ease the relationship so that Angron would not hate him because of the defeat.

He did not want to be hated by Angron.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Angron's ability soothed his soul and freed him from the anger and hatred caused by self-doubt and the dullness of war.

He was sure that the emperor in his dream was not the emperor, but some kind of subconscious mind of his, or some other idea.

Too much steel is easy to break... Perturabo knew the meaning of the dream.

“Thank you.” Angron hung the two weapons behind him and turned to leave.

This time Perturabo did not stop him.

……

In a certain room.

The Iron Warriors stood outside the heavy gates.

Kiel, Kahn and Qin Xia stayed in the room.

At some point just now, for some unknown reason, the entire room and the corridor outside were plunged into darkness.

It seems like there is an energy overload.

In the darkness, Kahn used a flashlight to illuminate and wrote something in a notebook.

Kiel stood by the gate with his arms folded over his chest.

Qin Xia's reaction was different from the other two.

In the darkness, Qin Xia sat in the corner, scratching the wall with his fingers, shaking his head and bumping it against the wall from time to time.

He was on pins and needles, and every second seemed like an age.

When in darkness, Qin Xia would feel pain and torture.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Kiel turned and looked at Kahn.

Kahn also shifted his attention from the notebook and looked at his legion commander.

After their eyes met, they both looked at Qin Xia who was sitting in the corner and banging his head against the wall.

"Sir." Kahn raised his flashlight and shone it towards Qin Xia, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Qin Xia replied in a muffled voice. The light of the flashlight enveloped him, but it did not alleviate his feelings at all. "Well... a little bit."

Kahn and Kil frowned at the same time, not knowing what had happened to Qin Xia.

boom--

Qin Xia's head hit the cold wall tiles, and he felt a little calmer.

But the images that appeared in his mind from time to time still tormented his thoughts.

Qin Xia had experienced the same situation before when he was in the belly of the Nuceria worm, but the difference was that this time Angron was not around, and the gladiators were not there either.

"Leave him here."

"But...but he...is still too young..."

"What else can we do? We haven't even gotten married yet, and the child isn't ours. We've been raising him for over a year, and it took a lot of effort to get someone to find a suitable place for him."

The voices of a man and a woman talking appeared in Qin Xia's ears.

In a trance, Qin Xia opened his eyes.

total darkness.

The strong superhuman warrior body seemed to leave him and he became small.

The environment seemed to change from the 30th millennium of the human race back to the 40th millennium, and then leave from the 40th millennium, leaving this cruel universe and going to a world that Qin Xia was more familiar with when he was young.

In that world, he is not a visitor or a time traveler, but a "local".

A small dark room. That was where he was. He even knew where it was - a room on the first floor of an orphanage in a county town.

There is nothing to be afraid of in the darkness, it is very quiet here.

Until... as time passed, Qin Xia realized that he might be abandoned for the second time.

The darkness suddenly became terrifying, and in places invisible to the naked eye, it seemed as if there were vicious beasts roaming around, ready to devour anyone. As long as Qin Xia's glimmer of hope and hope that burned like a flame to drive away the beasts was extinguished, they would pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

Suddenly the phone rang and the room lit up.

The darkness is gone.

But when Qin Xia looked at his body, it was still a young body.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a woman came in with a plastic bag of snacks. She squatted in front of Qin Xia and said, "Eat these snacks first, and I'll buy you Ultraman, the one you liked in the mall last time."

Qin Xia forced a smile with difficulty: "I just took a closer look at it in the mall. I don't want that child's toy."

The woman wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but stopped herself. Finally, she stood up and walked out of the room silently. When she opened the door, she looked back, turned around, closed the door, and never came back.

From afternoon to night.

The room in the welfare home was brightly lit, but a far more terrifying erosion than darkness seeped into Qin Xia's internal organs.

Qin Xia suddenly came to his senses when he heard the low hum of the power backpack behind him.

Kahn stood beside him and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Xia turned around and found that in this dark room arranged by the Iron Warrior, ice was condensed everywhere.

The armor of the captain of the 8th Assault Company and the legion commander was covered with frost.

That's a sign that psychic energy is seeping in here.

"Why did the Iron Warriors lock us up?" Qin Xia turned to look at Kahn.

The wizard's eyes filled with white spiritual energy made Legion Commander Kiel subconsciously pick up the chainsaw axe and bolt pistol.

Kahn quickly raised his hand to signal Kil not to overreact.

"They didn't lock us up. We're just waiting here." Kahn said gently, "The Iron Warriors outside just said that the power supply will be restored soon."

"They won't come back and the power supply won't be restored." Qin Xia shook his head.

Kahn patted Qin Xia's shoulder and squatted down: "They promised that the power outage was not aimed at us, but their Primarch was charging a weapon. They have been notified."

"You are a good soothing person. I knew it before I met you." Qin Xia said suddenly.

Kahn shook his head: "No, I can't be like my genetic father..."

At this moment, the gate suddenly rose with a roar.

The Iron Warriors did not come in, but Angron did.

Angron rushed into the room in great haste, and was relieved to find it covered in frost and nothing else.

He came running when he saw that Perturabo had overloaded his energy source by charging his weapons, plunging the entire building into darkness.

After seeing her relatives, Qin Xia took a deep breath like a fish thrown into the water and asked calmly, "Is it done?"

Angron did not respond immediately, but observed Qin Xia's situation first, and nodded after confirming something: "It's done. It's just that Perturabo modified my weapons so much that I couldn't even recognize them. His descendant named Dantioch stole my weapons while they were stored and presented them to his genetic father. I really don't understand what that guy was thinking."

The four of them walked out of the room together and came outside.

Qin Xia glanced at Lando Agger who was leading his men and said to Angron, "Perturabo always does confusing things like this, making it hard for people to figure out what he is thinking. But fortunately, at least we all know that he is a bastard."

"You can't insult my Primarch." Lando Egg said dissatisfiedly.

"I am not insulting you. I am just stating an objective fact like a scientific law." Qin Xia's voice was calm, as if he was really stating an objective fact.

Lando Egg is a relatively honest person and doesn't like to argue, so when he feels that something is true, he cannot refute it.

After holding it in for a long time, Lando Egger said in a deep voice: "As an important figure in the 12th Legion, your words will be recorded."

"Go to hell, record it." Qin Xia had a blank expression on his face. "No wonder Perturabo thought you were useless. It's hard for me to disagree with him on this matter. You couldn't even think of putting a candle in the room to prevent the energy overload and lighting failure."

Lando Egg was speechless.

"Well said." The Terran Iron Warrior veteran, who had a very good relationship with Dantioch, stretched out his fist and wanted to bump fists with Qin Xia, "I think so too."

"Go to hell with you." Qin Xia looked at the old soldier, "If you had a brain, you would be the one promoted to Trident instead of that idiot named Lando Egg beside you."

The old soldier put down his arms awkwardly and was glared at by Lando Egg.

In the Fourth Legion, this veteran was an outlier among outliers, and he was not as active as an Iron Warrior.

He couldn't even keep silent, and should have been killed long ago, but Dantioch protected him.

"I know you are very dissatisfied, but this is the order of the Lord of the Fourth Legion. I have no choice." Lando Egg said.

"I understand, I understand. Your Primarch asked the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion to tell you that he orders you to run naked on the defense line right now." Qin Xia said as he pushed Lando Aegger away and went ahead.

Angron took Kaan and Kiel and left as well.

The four of them walked out of the largest building on the defense line and came to the open space outside where the anti-gravity aircraft was parked.

Brown leaned against the outer shell of the aircraft. When he saw them approaching, he snapped his fingers and the aircraft started up immediately. "You got out so smoothly? I thought I had to go in and help you."

"Help us?" Kahn looked at Brown. "What help can a dreadlocked pilot like you provide? It was a surprise that you weren't pinned to the ground by the Iron Warriors when we came out."

Brown was not offended by this contempt, for he knew what he was capable of.

“Don’t say that about him.” Angron pushed Karn as the door dropped. “He’s more than just a pilot.”

Kahn and Kiel got into the cabin.

The anti-gravity aircraft projected an invisible force field all over its body, completely hiding everyone's figures along with the aircraft's body.

When Kahn and Kil entered the cabin and were ready, Brown's body instantly flowed into the cabin like water and sat in the seat.

Qin Xia also got on the plane.

Angron suddenly remembered something, glanced at the battle axe at his waist, and walked out of the invisible force field.

When his eyes fell on the room at the top of the building, he saw Perturabo, but when he came to his senses, he realized that there was no one in front of the window of that room.

Angron shook his head and turned back into the cabin.

The anti-gravity aircraft quickly took off.

Under the window, Perturabo squatted on the ground, recalling the battle just now.

From the fact that Angron had only used that strange ability to stiffen himself during the duel, instead of using it to instill something in him... Perturabo was certain that Angron did not want to use him, nor did he want to dominate him.

He left with the Twelve Legions and fought on his own.

Now Perturabo was extremely sure that Angron would not become his ruler, or brainwash him or use him to do something.

But this made Perturabo feel strange.

A question gradually emerged in the Lord of Steel's mind.

"What does he want?" Perturabo said to himself.

The aircraft has completely taken off.

Perturabo thought about it, then gradually slid down to sit on the ground, feeling that his attempts had only put him in greater doubt.

(End of this chapter)