Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 150 Returning Gifts
"Oh, you're a weirdo."

Qin Xia chuckled and glanced at Angron, as if he was ready to watch a good show.

Angron took a deep breath and prepared to shout something to Perturabo.

But when he saw that Dantioch and the 60,000 men of the Twelfth Legion were all present, the words that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back.

That very direct remark, which would have directly exposed the Lord of Steel and embarrassed him, was swallowed up and replaced by a less direct invitation.

“Wait, Perturabo,” Angron called.

Perturabo continued walking forward, passing by, only tilting his head slightly backward.

“The weapons you modified for me are very useful. They are much more powerful than before,” Angron said.

This is the truth.

When the Emperor was gone, Angron tested his two modified weapons.

Each of the Chain Axe's teeth has a disintegration field, and even has an embedded electrical generator, allowing it to be used as a ranged weapon that can unleash lightning in an emergency.

As for the heavy machine gun, it was modified to fire explosive shells and has a faster rate of fire.

And the device under the heavy machine gun can release plasma and spray electric current.

Angron was certain that Perturabo must have made amazing achievements in weapons research. He used pure technological means to give weapons multiple functions.

Apparently the Lord of Steel is not only a twisted master of defensive positional warfare, but also a very twisted master of weapons.

Regardless, Angron felt he owed Perturabo a debt of gratitude for the weapon.

“All things considered, I owe you thanks for that at least,” Angron called out.

Perturabo continued walking forward without looking back, but raised his hand and waved it twice.

"..."

"..."

Seeing Perturabo's reaction, Angron and Qin Xia looked at each other, both of them speechless.

Finally, Angron could only call out in a commanding tone: "Come and take a photo with me! Perturabo! Come here!"

Perturabo still did not respond and continued to move forward.

Dantioch turned around and spread his hands. Since his own Primarch hadn't stopped, he couldn't stop either.

“It’s okay. You can just go. Go ahead.” Angron retracted his gaze. “At worst, I can ask this mechanical monk to compose a photo. In the photo, you will kneel on the ground, and my father and I will sit on your back!”

"This is pointless! What good will it do you?!"

Perturabo roared, turned around, and rushed towards Angron as if seeking revenge.

Angron took Perturabo's hand and held him against his side.

The Quadrant's head turned toward the two Primarchs.

"Come together." Qin Xia waved to Dantioch who had rushed back with Perturabo. "When you are in a difficult battle in the future and remember that there was a powerful psyker in the 12th Legion, you can look at the photo. Maybe I can open a portal to go over and help you."

Dantioch stood silently beside Perturabo and whispered, "That's great."

Qin Xia stood beside Angron.

Angron held down the struggling Perturabo.

Dantioch stood beside the Lord of Steel with his hands behind his back.

As Quadrant thought about it, the scene was recorded permanently.

"Are you satisfied?" Perturabo pushed Angron away, turned around and took Dantioch back the way they came.

“You don’t want the photo anymore?” Angron asked.

Perturabo said nothing, but walked.

Dantioch realized that he would soon be separated from the people of the Twelve Legions, so he stopped and turned back to salute Angron.

This salute is both a farewell and an apology.

Then Dantioch was grabbed by the head by Perturabo and turned back and taken away.

"Actually, I fulfilled his wish." Angron said to Qin Xia, "He wanted to take a photo with me."

"I see." Qin Xia nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, "But I thought you would ignore him and let him pretend to pass by and walk all the way to the North Pole."

"He is complex, just like the Emperor, the Imperium, and what we are doing."

Angron frowned in thought.

"They are not all good people. Their undertakings do not only bring benefits, but also bring a lot of harm. As you said, father, this great expedition is an opportunity for the human race, and it may be the last chance."

"So I will agree to go on the Great Crusade."

"And the Primarch... people like me, people like Perturabo, we have greater abilities and can do more. We can help ordinary people seize the last chance for the entire race. Our existence is valuable and necessary."

"But do we bring only good to every ordinary person in the human race who is different from us? Of course not."

"..."

Angron fell silent as he spoke.

As a person who can sense other people's emotions, he hopes that every living thing in this universe is either black or white.

Good people are good people, they have positive emotions, and negative emotions are just pain and struggle.

A bad person is a bad person, so bad through and through that even every emotion of his is smelly and corrupt.

But Angron knew very well that this was just a delusion and wishful thinking of his.

The universe doesn't work the way he wants it to, he's not a god.

Even words like good guy and bad guy are subjective.

"Human beings are multivariate complex functions." Qin Xia stared at Angron and said slowly, "At least part of this function is completely transparent to you. There is no need for complex calculations and searches. This is already worth being satisfied with."

Angron nodded. “It’s full of scientific philosophy.”

They were both silent for a second, and then the Primarch suddenly frowned and said seriously: "It seems that I should add more time to learn how to speak in my schedule in the future. Otherwise, I will only learn exclamations like "I rely on my own strength" from you in terms of speech, which will embarrass you."

Qin Xia smiled and shook his head: "That won't happen. But I do have to teach you something about speech, otherwise if you run into a sharp-tongued brother of yours in the future, and you have a conflict, it would be embarrassing for you to be scolded by him and not even be able to reply."

"It doesn't matter, I have top foreign aid."

"Tsk... that's true."

……

Flagship of the Iron Warriors.

Iron Blood.

Perturabo stood on the flight deck connected to the outside world wearing power armor.

There are stars above my head and steel plates under my feet.

Perturabo stared at the fleet receding into space.

After picking up the Space Marines, the XII Legion fleet sailed towards Mandeville Point.

Perturabo withdrew his gaze, pressed a button, and returned to the hull through the airlock along with the deck.

The entire flagship did not have even a single porthole. If the Lord of Steel wanted to see the movements of the 12th Legion's fleet, he had to go outside to watch.

It was not until the XII Legion's fleet left that Perturabo returned to the flagship, walked through the corridor, and boarded a vehicle that could quickly rush to a location within the huge warship before returning to his office on the flagship.

The floodgates open.

The Lord of Steel walked into the room and glanced at the wall.

If there was a porthole there, he could sit in a chair and look at the stars outside instead of having to go to the flight deck to look at them.

But the thought was dismissed as soon as it came to mind.

Because the Lord of Steel believed that portholes were weaknesses, and his flagship should not have weaknesses.

Perturabo sat in his chair, doing nothing but thinking.

Suddenly frost began to spread on the table, and then a square iron box suddenly appeared on the table.

"Witchcraft?" Perturabo raised his right eyebrow and subconsciously reached out to touch the iron box.

A ray of psychic energy was projected from the iron box, and then the light formed a figure in front of the table.

Perturabo's eyebrows were raised because he saw that the figure was Qin Xia.

"This is a gift." Qin Xia paced in the office with his hands behind his back. "But don't worry, I didn't teleport to your warship. I'm just a low-function afterimage."

Perturabo stared at Qin Xia's psychic afterimage.

"The 12th Legion came to the Novsendak system to assist you in the battle, but you are looking for trouble with us." Qin Xia said, "Do you admit it?"

"No," Perturabo responded coldly.

"Okay, the gift self-destruction program is activated." Qin Xia snapped his fingers, and frost began to devour the iron box.

Perturabo watched the iron box being slowly devoured until a corner of it disappeared, revealing a corner of the photo stored inside.

"I admit it." Perturabo suddenly said, "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I just wanted to give Angron a warning and let him know who was the leader of the Battle of Novsendak V."

Qin Xia's afterimage stopped and asked again: "The first time you fought Angron, was it your fault?"

"Yes." Perturabo nodded. "I feel it's my own fault. There's no doubt that I messed up."

Qin Xia's afterimage nodded in satisfaction, and then asked, "Will you still cause trouble next time we meet? Can you be more honest with Angron next time you see him?"

Perturabo was silent.

The iron box suddenly continued to dissipate.

"Yes." Perturabo nodded muffledly.

Perturabo glared at the afterimage angrily, but the anger on his face slowly dissipated, replaced by a cunning smile: "What if I admit it? What can you, a afterimage, do?"

"There's nothing we can do, but some things need to be made clear." Qin Xia said, "Even if it's just one-sided, even if the other party involved in this matter is completely unaware of it, it still needs to be explained!"

Perturabo remained silent and calm as he quietly reached out to the iron box, trying to open the lid, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the lid would not open.

"One last question." Qin Xia raised his index finger, "What do you think of Angron?"

Hearing this question, Perturabo fell into deep thought, because this was a question he had always been thinking about and was curious about.

Although Angron had no idea what Perturabo was thinking when he was not in front of him, Perturabo himself knew it.

Perturabo felt that he had become too strange.

If Angron had been replaced by anyone else, by any of his brothers, even the Emperor, Perturabo did not feel that what he had experienced was enough to make him feel strange.

If it were someone else, he wouldn't think about it for so long.

No desire for a photo.

Wouldn't be threatened by a wizard with a ridiculous photo, let alone admit a mistake.

But Perturabo was not stupid. When he calmed down and thought about it, the answer that had been hidden in his heart emerged.

The answer is that Angron is too special.

His damn ability is really unreasonable.

Perturabo thought so.

But he had to admit that he needed the help of that ability. No matter what he said, he admitted it in his heart.

A gloomy person who has been struggling with dissatisfaction until now suddenly appears and can divert all the negative emotions that torment him...

Even though Perturabo felt his steel rusting every time Angron used that power, he felt that he needed the relief and comfort that power brought.

"Angron is a unique man," Perturabo said with difficulty. "I regret causing trouble for him. I hope that next time we meet, he will not hate me and alienate me, even though I have done so many abominable things."

"You have a nice idea."

Qin Xia's afterimage suddenly disappeared, and a crack appeared on the wall.

On one side of the rift is the Iron Blood, and on the other side is the Steadfast Resolve.

Qin Xia and Angron stood on the other side of the rift.

Perturabo felt a buzzing in his head.

“I took a picture with you because you modified my weapon. It doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re a weirdo or a nice guy. Of course not,” Angron said. “We’re about to go on a warp trip. I’ll try to avoid you next time.”

The cracks appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly.

Perturabo was confused for a moment, then reached out and took the photo out of the iron box.

That was the photo taken on the Nofsendak 5.

The Lord of Steel is now not even sure whether the afterimages and cracks he just saw are real or illusions.

He decided not to think too much about it for the time being, took out the photos, and opened the cabinet hidden in the wall.

There are some handicrafts in the cabinet.

Perturabo pulled out a palm-sized castle and placed it on the table.

Place the photo in from above the castle and lift the gate, and the content of the photo will appear in this exquisite frame.

Perturabo reached out and grasped the handle on the gate and pulled it down, hiding the photo. He lifted the gate and put it down again, doing this several times.

Finally, the castle-shaped photo frame was placed on the table, but the gate was lowered to block the photo inside.

(End of this chapter)