Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 149 Journalists and Monks
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Nofshendak Galaxy's Edge, Mandeville Point.

A ship broke away from the subspace and entered the real universe, immediately accelerating towards the fifth planet in the galaxy.

The ship is painted in gold, with a huge double-headed eagle statue symbolizing the human empire standing at the bow, and skull symbols symbolizing genetically uncontaminated humans embedded on both sides of the ship.

It was affiliated with the Imperial War Council, the highest authority in the Empire during the Great Crusade.

The Lord of Mankind's fleet had just left, so the ship did not need to go through any cumbersome etiquette procedures or seek permission from any Space Marine fleet, and was able to pass directly through the fleet defenses of the World Eaters and the Iron Warriors Legion to its destination.

"With two Primarchs on board Novsendak V, maybe we should come up with some simplified protocol or something."

"If we weren't busy, yes. But not now."

"But those super warriors are very cruel..."

"No buts. We are a transport ship under the War Council. Those combat freaks don't even have seats in the council. You might as well worry about whether everything will go smoothly after we leave."

"..."

Two Imperial Navy officers were walking in the middle corridor of the upper deck of the ship while talking to each other.

When they passed by a porthole and the thing standing in front of it, they all glanced over at the same time.

A figure over two meters tall stood in front of the porthole, a crimson robe covering his strangely contoured body.

Further below the gear-grooved hem of the robe were multi-legged limbs similar to those of arthropods, except that these limbs were made of metal instead of shells.

There was a pattern sewn on the crimson robe: a skull, half of which was a normal skull and the other half was a mechanical skull, and the skull symbol was enclosed by gears.

All these characteristics represent that he belongs to a unique organization or camp - the Mechanicus.

Such a strange being would be the focus of everyone's attention and discussion wherever he went, but in this corridor, people coming and going just took a look at the strange being and then left in a hurry.

Mechanicum.

They were allies of the Empire, not subordinates.

His Majesty the Emperor of the Human Empire did not conquer Mars, the birthplace of the Mechanicus, but he went to Mars and signed the Olympia Accords with Mars.

The Mechanicus has a complex hierarchy and its own promotion system, so few people can tell their status from their accessories.

People generally call them monks.

"Weirdoes. They're all weirdos."

"Shut up. He won't even have to stand trial if he kills you."

The two officers walked more than two hundred meters before whispering to each other.

But their words were still heard and recorded by the radio device embedded in the skull of the Mechanicus.

The monk standing by the porthole lowered his head and looked downward.

His face, which was completely devoid of any flesh and blood, and his electronic eyes that contained no readable information made it impossible for others to interpret the monk's current state of mind.

zizi——

The officer who called the monk a weirdo suddenly heard a noise coming from the communicator, followed by a standardized binary expression. Finally, this expression as cold as mechanical noise was translated into cold words.

"My name is Quadrant, not Weird."

The two officers looked back at the monk and bowed in unison, "Brother Quadrant."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of causing trouble, the officers left quickly.

The monk named Quadrant withdrew his gaze.

Under his loose red robe, an appendage that looked like a claw reached out in front of him, holding a box-like device.

Only this monk's brain can connect to the box and allow it to record and store information.

[Unit: Quadrant 9217]

[Mission: Record information of the Imperial 12th Legion (battle, decision-making, navigation log)]

[Mission status: About to arrive at Planet No. 902 in Galaxy No. 5 (Note: Nofsendak No. )]

[Record content (simulated the record style of the official narrator of the Empire): Seven years have passed since my mentor deleted me from the research sequence. I was ordered to go to the 3245th star system to carry out an exploration mission, and I was accompanied by the narrator Lannia who was about to go to the th Legion. When he died, I received an order to take over the responsibilities of the narrator and go to the th Legion as a narrator. ]

[Such an absurd order makes me wonder if the mentor just wants to exile me.]

At this point in the recording, Quadrant paused for a moment and deleted the previous sentence.

[I am about to arrive at the 12th Legion and execute the recording order. ]

[For the sake of Om Messiah and the God of All Machines, I will complete this mission that should not be performed by me.]

Quadrant saved and copied the journal, and the implant in his brain extracted the information and temporarily stored it in a memory device located in the lower back of his brain.

The monk took out another recording device, pasted the log contents temporarily stored in the memory device into it, and then added a paragraph below.

【Also for the respectable narrator. 】

The contents of the two recording devices are roughly the same, with only minor differences, such as the addition of one more sentence.

But the device that Quadrant now holds is his personal recording device.

After recording, Quadrant sent the private recording device to the heart.

On the metal shell, the place where the heart was originally placed gradually shrank and opened, revealing a small compartment.

Quadrant placed the private recording device into the compartment and waited silently.

……

"So, you are the one who is rumored to be the recorder of the 12th Legion?"

"Damn... a Mechanicus is a reporter? Are you sure? Angron, can you imagine that a Mechanicus is a reporter instead of an engineer or equipment maintenance technician?"

At the landing point, Qin Xia looked at the guy in front of him whose appearance was difficult to accurately describe in words.

Angron stood beside Qin Xia, as surprised and shocked as Qin Xia.

In their imagination, the recorder should be a well-mannered Terran scholar, or a bureaucrat trained in an imperial training institution on a certain planet.

Even Qin Xia did not expect that the person who came to the legion to serve as the recorder would be a monk of the Mechanicus.

The monk named Quadrant remained silent and performed the gear salute.

The Gear Salute is a salute gesture similar to the Eagle Salute used by the people and bureaucrats of the empire. "You are just like your colleagues, unwilling to talk much. Can you be a good recorder?" Qin Xia looked at the quadrant.

A Mechanicus came to the Legion as a reporter.

Qin Xia felt puzzled by this matter. He even suspected that the guy in front of him might have gotten into trouble with the Mechanicus and came here to seek refuge.

The quadrant remained silent, just maintaining the posture of saluting.

Qin Xia nudged Angron's arm with his elbow and whispered, "The Mechanicus are like this. They are no different from living machines. Even you find it difficult to deal with them because they don't even have emotions."

Hearing this, Angron also remained silent, just staring at the mechanical monk named Quadrant in front of him.

The Primarch is using his innate abilities to sense the quadrants.

What he perceived was different from what Qin Xia said. The guy in front of him who really felt like a machine was not without emotions. On the contrary, he had very strong emotions.

It's just suppressed and hidden hard.

Angron didn't know if all the emotions of the Mechanicus were hidden like the one in front of him, or if this man was just special.

These are not too important. The key point is that Angron himself also wants a recorder.

The Twelfth Legion needs something in the way of writing.

"Can I stay?" Quadrant sent out binary numbers, and the binary numbers were converted into language. This process without any delay was really like he said it himself.

Angron looked at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia shrugged.

Qin Xia never paid attention to personnel matters.

“You may stay,” Angron said. “Do you have anything like a camera? I’d like to take some pictures.”

Quadrant was silent. Under the hood, the mechanical head without a trace of flesh and blood had an electronic eye on the right side that extended outward layer by layer, becoming like a camera lens.

"Shit." Angron looked surprised. "What kind of organization are you, the Mechanicus? How did you get transformed into this?"

The quadrant was silent.

Angron turned around reluctantly and motioned for the Quadrant to follow him.

The three of them turned around and walked out of the landing point.

The sixty thousand soldiers of the Twelfth Legion, who were preparing to board the ship and leave Novsendak V, assembled here and lined up in neat rows.

Angron touched his head and learned photography without any instruction.

He pulled a huge rock out of the ground, carried it in front of Qin Xia, and let Qin Xia sit on it.

After Qin Xia sat on it, Angron came to the right side of the boulder and Qin Xia, put his arm around his shoulders, and gave a thumbs up to the camera.

Kiel, who was about to arrange for the legion to board the ship, looked at the two men.

"3, 2, 1." The quadrant began to count down.

But before he could count to zero, Angron suddenly raised his hand to interrupt: "Wait, change positions."

"It's just a photo, just take it quickly."

"This is the first victory of the Twelve Legion after my return. We can't be careless."

Angron and Qin Xia switched positions, still maintaining their previous postures.

Behind and above them was the incredibly bright sun of the Novsendak galaxy.

Behind and below them in the distance was the astonishingly magnificent defenses built by Perturabo.

Quadrant took the picture in silence, the electronic eye projecting a holographic image so that Angron could see the effect.

"Perfect!" Angron clapped his hands and turned to look at his heirs. "Kil, Kahn, Mago... all of you company commanders, come with the legion commander."

Kahn had already walked over.

As for the captains who were unable to go to Nukeria to welcome the Primarch's return, and who only saw him for the first time after his arrival on Novsendak V, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

The scene in front of me is a bit warm, like the way a family gets along with each other.

This is not in line with the style of the 12th Legion.

"This is an order." Kiel said coldly.

The company commanders were stunned for a moment and then hurried forward.

Angron put his broad arms around Kiel and Kahn, and the other captains stood before the Gene-Father.

It can be seen that they are not good at taking pictures, so none of them even took off their helmets, giving people the feeling of queuing to land in an airdrop cabin.

Quadrant took the photo.

Angron looked at the finished product again, and then arranged for other people to take a group photo.

Each company took turns gathering together and taking photos with their genetic father.

Those who performed outstandingly in this war took photos with the Primarch individually.

Finally, after everyone had taken their photos, the Space Marines who had been torn apart by the "special photo-taking operation" of the Father of Genes gathered together again and formed the same rigorous formation as before.

“Gallan,” Angron called the pharmacist’s name with a smile. “My brothers and sisters, can they come down to take pictures?”

Pharmacist Garland saluted: "I'm sorry, father. They are in the preparation stage of the transformation operation. They are all immersed in the cabin and cannot move freely for the time being."

"What a shame." Angron was a little disappointed.

"It is possible to use technology to synthesize photos of you and those who are not present." A cold voice came from one of the quadrant's voice transmission organs.

"There is such a method? Is it really possible?" Angron immediately became interested.

When Quadrant was about to discuss the possibility of a composite photo with the Primarch, Qin Xia patted Angron on the back and motioned for him to look in the direction he had pointed.

Angron looked over.

At this moment, a Primarch was passing by Angron.

Perturabo held his head high, not even looking at Angron, and led Dantioch north.

Angron glanced in the direction Perturabo was heading. He wondered if there was anything in that direction that was worth Perturabo's attention.

(End of this chapter)