Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 153 Power, Violence, and Fear
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Command deck.

Angron had his back to the tactical table, his waist resting on the smooth edge of the table, looking down at the professional negotiators who were saluting in front of him.

People in the fleet called negotiators envoys.

Because they are specifically responsible for establishing liaison between the Imperial Armed Forces and the planet to be conquered, and facilitating a peaceful reconquest.

The Primarch tilted his head slightly, but his pupils almost moved to the bottom of his eyes, looking down at the messenger in front of him.

"You spent three hours and brought me back this kind of conditions?"

Angron said softly.

"Our fleet left, and they announced they were joining the Empire."

"that's it?"

The messenger lowered his head and trembled. If it weren't for the Primarch's hatred of kneeling, he would have knelt down right now.

Angron was approachable and would greet others when he was greeted.

He is usually the first to greet people, because as a Primarch his reaction speed is much faster than that of ordinary people. When others just see him, before their brains give the order to salute or greet, the Primarch's voice of greeting has already reached their ears.

But Angron was a Primarch after all, and the Emissaries were still afraid in his presence, especially in the current situation.

"Your Highness...we used to work this way." The envoy whispered, "I know you will definitely be dissatisfied, but the empire has strict regulations on the work process for us negotiators. We can only do things according to the procedures..."

"No, Emissary, no." Angron raised his hand to signal the bureaucrat in front of him to listen to him first. "I received information from two groups of people. The information you got after leading the team down was about the nobles of the Hive World. You figured out the strengths and weaknesses of their families, and whether they were hostile or cooperative. This is good."

"And another wave of people gave me information about civilians."

"Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the 12.9 billion people in the Hive World, the civilians, have two kinds of living conditions."

"One type has a job. They work in a workshop full of toxic chemicals and receive a little food every month to support their family."

"The other kind is the unemployed, they live in the worst conditions in the lower and bottom nests, they kill each other for food and water."

"Based on the standards of the old Nuceria era, the living standards of the latter were hellish, even worse than those of slaves."

Angron said as he picked up a photo from the tactical table and held it between his fingers before the messenger.

The messenger looked at the photo. In the photo, there was a noble in power armor chasing some half-naked people.

"Look."

"This is the rite of passage for those nobles. When they reach adulthood, they will put on armor and go into the Lower Nest to slaughter. This is the rite of passage."

"Each noble who participates in the coming-of-age ceremony will also hold a killing competition. Their lackeys will cut off the heads and pile them up, and then calculate who is the most powerful among the group of bipedal livestock participating in the coming-of-age ceremony."

After briefly introducing the things he could not tolerate the most, Angron possessed himself and was level with the imperial bureaucrat in front of him.

A gentle question came from the Primarch's mouth: "Do you think we can accept such a world where he declares himself to join the Empire and nothing will change, everything will be the same as before?"

"Your Highness, it's not business as usual." The messenger smiled bitterly, "There will be imperial bureaucrats coming to manage this place."

"That's even worse. The people of this hive world will have to feed a whole bunch of bugs," Angron said. "I won't allow Imperial bureaucrats to move in here. I'll let the bureaucrats trained in the school on Nuceria take over here, but before that, I'm going to change this damn world."

The messenger saluted.

Anyway, the Emperor promised that the Primarch in front of him could manage the one hundred galaxies he had conquered.

“Kil,” Angron called.

The World Eaters leader immediately came before the Gene-Father.

"Make me an itinerary, and I will go down myself," Angron said.

"Leave it to us, father." Kiel did not accept the order immediately. "You should not have descended into such a dirty and corrupt world. As your weapons and tools, we, your descendants, will carry out your will in that dirty world and let the people there bathe in your grace and glory."

Angron raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and nodded: "I will keep an eye on you."

Keel saluted.

The legion commander already had someone to carry out the mission.

Mago, the company commander of the 18th Company.

Kahn, the captain of the 8th Assault Company.

……

Even on the surface of the hive world, the flagship of the Steadfast Resolve can be clearly seen, residing in the cosmic space outside the planet that was once called space and is now called the void.

The outline of the huge battleship was hovering above the planet, but it was very far away from the planet, it was just too huge.

On the bottom of the warship, the symbol of the World Eaters is clearly visible.

The bloody fangs are biting a planet.

When the people at the top of the hive world saw this sign, they felt that something was wrong and that the people coming might not be good people.

A panic spread among the brutal rulers.

Ordinary people in the Hive World also learned about the arrival of the World Eaters fleet through various news reports, and the nobles used the terrifying symbol of the World Eaters to spread fear of the uninvited guests.

Soon the second contact began.

A small ship that could enter the planet's atmosphere slowly sailed in, passed by the side of the spire, passed over the upper nest, and flew towards the lower nest.

The symbol of a bloody fang gnawing at a planet is clearly visible when people look at it.

Inside the small ship were Space Marines from the 18th and 8th Companies, totaling more than 2,000 people, as well as 20,000 mortal land forces and a large amount of supplies.

The two company commanders were in the command room, looking at the three-dimensional diagram of the overall structure of the hive city presented on the tactical table. Mago, the captain of the 18th company, was always elegant.

Mago stood beside the tactical table with his arms crossed in front of his chest. The center line of his helmet was inlaid with red mane, similar to the helmet of a centurion in the ancient Roman army.

The wide cloak covers Mago's back and the right side of the front of his body.

His right arm, crossed with his left, was beneath his cape.

Nothing could have signaled Mago's arrival more clearly than the cape he wore, bestowed upon him by Kiel after he had once used his extraordinary command skills to break through enemy lines and slay a techno-barbarian tyrant in a war.

The captain of the 8th Assault Company, Kahn, stood in exactly the same posture as Mago, because the two were not only comrades-in-arms, but also fellow countrymen, both from Terra.

Kahn had no cape, and his chainsaw axe hung from his waist, swinging as his upper body rose and fell as Kahn breathed.

"There is a coming-of-age ceremony going on in the lower nest." Mago pointed to the projection on the tactical table and the information and location marked on the projection. "Please go down and raid the nobles who are having their coming-of-age ceremony in person."

Kahn shook his head up and down: "I don't really want to follow your orders, but since the legion commander has given you full responsibility for the operation, I trust you and will listen to you."

Mago nodded silently and saluted his battle brother Kahn.

He has always been polite and elegant. Even when facing a new recruit, he would call him brother. If he entrusts the other party to do something, he would speak politely and bow.

Because in his eyes, nothing is more important than brotherhood.

Without our brothers we are nothing. This is what Margo once said to Kahn.

"But I'm more curious about what you think." Kahn pointed to the top of the tower, "Why don't we just go to the top and kill all those people?"

"Because we need to save some people, then spread the word and win the favor of 99 percent of the people in this world," said Margo.

Kahn nodded, thought for a moment, and sneered, "I really don't know what those pigs are planning. We are all here, but they still dare to hold the coming-of-age ceremony."

"Because the envoy who went to the top of the tower told the nobles that they could have the coming-of-age ceremony and we would not interfere." Mago said, "The envoy followed the imperial procedures, but he also wanted to win our father's favor, so he let the nobles have the coming-of-age ceremony to give us a chance to save people and spread the word."

Kahn smiled: "Poor flattery."

"Clumsy indeed. That fool hasn't figured out the Primarch's character, at least not as well as you have."

The sound came from the gate.

Kahn and Mago looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qin Xia and three others enter the command room.

The two company commanders saluted.

Qin Xia returned the gift.

Then Kahn looked at Qin Xia's current attire.

Not a MK2 power armor, nor a tactical dreadnought armor, but a very fitted dress.

"I'm going to Shangchao to talk to those nobles, but you don't have to stop the ship or turn around. I'll teleport over." Qin Xia walked to the tactical table. "One of the people I brought will act with you. He will record what you do and use it as propaganda material."

Qin Xia turned around and looked back at the people he brought with him.

A novice of the Mechanicus, the Chronicler of the XII Legions, who was said to be carrying out the Mentor's mission, but in fact was more like a clumsy Quadrant Brother who was exiled by the Mentor.

Sister Olena.

"It's not this lady, it's the quadrant." Qin Xia said.

The monk named Quadrant stepped forward and gave the gear salute to the two company commanders.

Kahn and Mago responded with the Sky Eagle Salute.

Small ships have arrived at the lower nest, and engineering aircraft have begun cutting the huge outer shell, creating a hole on it that will allow small flying vehicles to pass quickly.

"I have my own things to do, but I will help." Qin Xia said, "If there is anything you are unsure about, I will directly transmit it to your Primarch and let him make the decision, or I will provide you with some psychic assistance."

"That's great." Mago bowed again. "Your psychic power can work wonders."

"Just call me when you need me. Although I'm not in the nest, I will help you in time." Qin Xia said.

The quadrant on the side photographs and records everything in front of it.

[In my opinion, the three of them represent the three things you need to conquer a world.]

【Mago represents power.】

The quadrant's electronic eye automatically focused on Margo and took a picture of Margo.

[After the Captain of the Eighteenth Company came to this world, he made specific decisions and assigned tasks on behalf of the World Eaters. Regardless of the nature of the World Eaters, it represents part of the strongest armed force of the human empire today, and this is power.]

【Kahn represents violence.】

The Quadrant's electronic eyes locked onto Kahn, also recording in the log.

[The captain of the 8th Assault Company is the most suitable person to carry out matters related to violence. It is a wise decision for Legion Commander Kiel to arrange for him and Mago to come to the hive world together. When force is needed to achieve a goal, the killing carried out by Kahn will be effective.]

【Qin Xia represents fear.】

Quadrant looked at Qin Xia.

[The adoptive father of the 12th Primarch possesses amazing psychic talents. He can kill someone he wants to kill silently. If the two captains cannot quickly implement the Primarch's will in their own way, he will use fear to force the noble class to submit.]

[Perhaps the Primarch of the World Eaters was more merciful, but he must have realized in his childhood uprising that any conquest or change could not be separated from power, violence, and fear, even if he had good intentions.]

After saying what needed to be said, Qin Xia glanced at the Orina sisters, motioning them to follow him, and then the three of them walked towards the exit together, eventually disappearing in a field of ice and snow.

"It's time for us to do something." Margo turned to look at his best friend.

A sneer appeared on Kahn's face beneath his helmet, and he reached for the chainsaw axe and pulled out the bolt pistol.

(End of this chapter)