Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 154 The Savior

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The streets were in great chaos.

The crowd fled in all directions.

The girl had been separated from her mother. She looked around while running. She wanted to stop and look for her mother, but her instinct kept her moving forward and she couldn't stop.

A laser shot from behind and pierced the back of an adult who was running very fast in front of him. The man fell to the ground and tripped the girl who was unable to react.

There were screams everywhere in my ears.

The sounds, the pictures, the dead, these elements come together, as if it is the place called "battlefield" in the girl's bedtime story.

But this is not a battlefield at all, it is just an area on the edge of the Lower Nest where people live and grow up, and it is originally very peaceful.

One day, the "Jazz" came.

The entire residential area was blocked by soldiers, and the knight and his hounds went on a killing spree here.

The girl turned around.

A man in bulletproof armor met his eyes and raised his gun.

The girl knew that this man was the Hound.

The person behind this man, driving a six-meter-tall bipedal machine, is Jazz.

The determination to survive drove the girl to crawl forward. The laser hit her leg, but she didn't even scream and just kept crawling.

Until the fleeing crowd in front stopped and suddenly ran backwards, and then most of them were shot and killed by the knights and hounds behind.

Soldiers who blocked off residential areas advanced in groups through the streets.

The circular human wall formed by these soldiers began to shrink.

People will eventually be forced together and shot by the mech-driving Jazz.

The girl continued to crawl among the bodies falling to the ground.

She thought the soldiers saw her, or maybe they didn't. She didn't care about anything else and could only crawl among the corpses, relying on the skills and physical fitness she had learned from escape training when she just walked, and relying on her instinct for survival.

The girl crawled two meters away and everything around her suddenly stopped.

The sounds of gunfire and screams ceased, replaced by only silence.

boom--

Something heavy fell in front of the girl, crushing the body where it landed.

Then more collisions were heard.

The girl raised her head and first saw a leg wrapped in white armor. The leg was very thick and tall.

Looking up again, I saw a sturdy upper body.

Shoulder.

Helmet, its shape is: -皿-.

And the symbol on the smooth curved surface of the shoulder armor - blood-red fangs gnawing at a planet.

World Eater!
The girl trembled with fear, recalling the reports on the news.

Kahn looked down at the girl lying in front of his legs. After confirming that she was not an enemy, he slowly raised his head and stepped over the girl's head.

The chainsaw axe teeth began to turn.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Kahn rushed to the six-meter-high combat machine, split the cockpit glass with the chainsaw axe in his right hand, and punched the person in the cockpit with his left fist.

Blood spurted out of the cockpit.

The people around him immediately began to concentrate their fire on Kahn, but the soldiers of the Eighth Company brought by Kahn also began to attack the enemy.

Including Kahn, there are only eleven people.

It's not that there is a shortage of troops, but ten elite soldiers plus a company commander are already an excess of force to deal with these pigs on the scene.

The gunboat carrying the soldiers to the scene turned 180 degrees and opened fire at the soldiers lined up in a human wall in the rear. The fierce firepower instantly tore the human wall into pieces.

Kahn walked down the street with a chainsaw axe in his hand, firing at all hostile targets he met with a grenade launcher in his hand.

Ten elite soldiers from the 8th Assault Company followed the company commander, each of them keeping a distance of three meters from each other as required by the regiment's battlefield discipline, moving sideways while firing. In battlefield discipline, this kind of combat is called a pressing march.

Their shoulder armor easily blocked the lasers, and every time they fired their grenade launchers, an enemy would die, and no bombs would fall where they shouldn't.

The scene was extremely chaotic. Some civilians were running away screaming in panic. They were moving through the hail of bullets from the World Eaters like warriors with top-notch premonition.

The situation was too dire and the circumstances changed too suddenly for the fleeing men to have time to think carefully about whether they were avoiding the Space Marines' gunfire or the Space Marines were deliberately avoiding them.

"The enemies here don't even have armor-piercing weapons." Kahn fired his gun while walking slowly. "The death of an unnecessary person is a disgrace to the Primarch."

The elite soldiers responded to the company commander's admonitions with silence and followed the company commander to clean up the entire street.

The gunboat had killed all the enemies behind them and took off to return to the small ship.

The eleven Space Marines, including Kahn, were fighting alone at this time, without fire support or logistical supplies.

They were surrounded by the enemy - at least in terms of numbers.

The eleven people walked to the crossroads.

Soldiers poured out from three intersections, and some smart guys entered the buildings from the back doors on both sides of the street, deploying heavy weapons to aim at Kahn.

Kahn walked forward without even slowing down.

Some people who had been hiding in the buildings on both sides of the road ran out of the buildings and stood stunned under the eaves after seeing the Space Marines and the terrifying symbols on their shoulder armor.

Kahn waved at them, signaling them to run back.

Then the company commander looked silently, turned his head to the right, and then to the left.

The two elite warriors immediately rushed towards the buildings occupied by the enemy on both sides of the road. Their silver vines formed stairs that spread upward, carrying them from the ground to the top floor of the building.

Two Space Marines landed on the rooftop, killed all the enemies on the rooftop with the chainsaw axes or chainsaw swords in their hands and ordinary fighting methods, and then took out the wall-breaking grenades hanging on their waists and threw them on the ground.

The grenade exploded and blew through the roof, releasing a large amount of smoke throughout the building.

The Space Marine leapt through the hole in the roof.

When the two men came out again, they were covered in blood, and none of the soldiers who thought they were smart enough to occupy the building survived.

The eleven continued to advance down the street.

The enemies in the three intersections in front of them set up shooting formations.

The last bullet in Kahn's bolt pistol magazine was fired, and the bolt pierced through the six people standing in a line in front of him with its tail flame.

Kahn calculated the ammunition and quickly changed the magazine.

The other ten Space Marines did the same. After quickly replacing their magazines and advancing another twenty meters, the eleven of them approached the enemy soldiers within a hundred meters. They put down their bolters in unison and rushed forward with their swords or axes raised high.

"For Angron!"

The war cry shook the ears of mortals.

Behind Kahn, a girl two hundred meters away was lying among the corpses, arms and legs flying everywhere at the end of her field of vision, and blood was splattered everywhere like paint splashed by someone.

As the fight continues, a skull flies through the air.

Quadrant controlled the drone-like skull, recording every detail of the battle in the air.

The camera inside the eye recess of the skull zooms in and out.

The battlefield is not just here in Kahn. On other streets, the people of the 8th Assault Company are fighting the enemy, while the people of the 18th Company are evacuating and protecting civilians.

Above the Space Marines' tactical eyepieces, the number 31 never decreases.

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The hive spire.

Inside the bedroom garden of the world ruler.

Compared to the lower nest, this place seems quiet, peaceful and harmonious.

A tea table separated Qin Xia and the monarch, and the two sat face to face on a large sofa.

The monarch is the ruler of this hive world, and a hundred fully armed guards stand solemnly behind the emperor.

Behind Qin Xia were only the Oulina sisters.

The Olena sisters stood side by side, holding hands.

The monarch looked at them from time to time.

Qin Xia was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a book in his left hand and a black object that looked like a Rubik's Cube in his right hand.

The book shows the uses of the Rubik's Cube.

The most important explanation is that the Rubik's Cube can automatically build a laser rifle production line, and it is fully automatic.

"My family rules the world with technology." The monarch smiled, "And now I want to contribute the most precious thing in my family to the most honorable adult. As I said, this thing called STC in the ancient language is already in the hands of its new owner."

Qin Xia looked at the book in silence.

It was an instruction manual, which directly explained that the Rubik's Cube-like object in Qin Xia's hand was called STC template.

The so-called STC template stands for standard construction template.

This is an amazing technological creation. Due to the loss of human technology, the technology used in the STC template can no longer be verified and studied, and the template itself has become a technological black box that cannot be understood by humans.

But that’s okay, it works.

As shown in the manual, it can automatically create an automatic production line of laser rifles.

"This hive world does have a barbaric tradition, but that tradition is necessary for us while we can still manage this world ourselves." The monarch said, "The coming-of-age ceremony for each of our nobles requires hunting down a large number of civilians, but not for fun, but because it is a means of population control."

"In ancient times, when superluminal communications and navigation failed, the world experienced famine and war. In order to prevent the population from surging to the point of causing famine again..."

"We have to do something to make sure everyone survives."

"..."

The monarch explains the barbaric rite of passage traditions of this hive world.

Since someone else was handling the matter, Qin Xia could focus on the task at hand, which was to study the instruction manual of the STC template, so he did not respond.

Fingers quickly flipped through the pages.

The instruction manual is too detailed. Ninety percent of the content in such a thick instruction manual is about maintenance, but maintenance does not require people to do it at all. The STC template can maintain itself.

"I have never seen anyone read the manual so carefully." The monarch asked, "Are you a scientific scholar?"

Qin Xia raised his head and admitted with a smile: "Of course. I used technology to change my fate, giving me status, money, and the ability to help other unlucky people like me."

The monarch continued, "What is your rank in the army called the World Eaters?"

Qin Xia remained silent.

The monarch took the STC template that the nobles had guarded and donated together, and regarded it as a condition he gave to the guests, always trying to find an opportunity to negotiate through conversation.

But Qin Xia did not come for negotiations. In his opinion, the first thing he had to do was to protect the STC template, and the second was to help Kahn and Mago if the two company commanders needed help.

This is not a meeting to hand over bargaining chips before negotiations, nor is it an occasion to discuss conditions.

"When we came here, we noticed that you still had the habit of keeping slaves."

"And they are all young slaves."

Seeing that Qin Xia had nothing to say, the Oulina sisters asked the monarch about things that concerned them.

"You have a slave market?"

"Or do you have special technical means to clone the population or something."

Hearing the two beautiful ladies' questions, the monarch smiled and shook his head: "No, we don't have the means to clone. Those slaves were captured. This world has little of everything except the population. Isn't it easy to capture some slaves?"

"People in their teens tend not to care too much, and it's hard to make them completely submit, whether it's rewards or punishments." The Olena sisters asked in unison, "What methods do you use to ensure that the young slaves listen to you? I see that they are all very loyal to you."

The monarch's smile froze on his face.

It’s hard to say.

But when a dark light flashed in the eyes of the two sisters Orina, the monarch immediately smiled and shared: "It's very simple. Take them away from their parents when they are still very young, and then tell them that they are all abandoned children, and their masters adopt them and feed them, and they will be very loyal to us."

Qin Xia's fingers that were turning the pages suddenly froze.

After the monarch said these words, he was stunned for a moment.

The guards in the hundred-man guard team behind him all cast surprised looks at the monarch.

These guards themselves came from various families. They were monitoring the steady progress of the negotiations that had not yet begun, but the monarch was extremely foolish and said something he shouldn't have said.

"We..." the monarch began, but swallowed his words back before he could even finish them.

Because he saw a white semi-arc of energy condensing in front of Qin Xia.

Qin Xia lowered his head to look at the instruction manual, and his fingers, which had suddenly stopped, turned over a page that should have been turned long ago.

Then the heads of the monarch and every member of the hundred-man guard team behind him exploded at the same time.

The splashing liquid was blocked by the psychic barrier.

Qin Xia didn't even raise his head and gently turned a page with his fingers.

"Noisy."

(End of this chapter)