Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 155: World Devouring
"It seems that this world's nobility coming-of-age ceremony really didn't come out of nowhere."

"But after the subspace navigation methods returned to normal, they still maintained such traditional habits. They are really a bit scum."

Sister Olena analyzed the coming-of-age ceremony seriously.

"But I think it's more likely that the nobles did it for fun, because if we simply consider the food shortage caused by overpopulation, killing these nobles will reduce the material pressure on most people in this world."

"Obviously this is a sociological problem."

The two sisters spoke one by one, and Qin Xia judged which sister was speaking based on the direction from which the sound came from, but he realized that this was meaningless because Sister Orina was essentially one person and could not be treated as two people.

"My Lord, what do you think?" the elder sister asked Qin Xia.

"Thank you for the invitation." Qin Xia stared at the last page of the instruction manual intently. "I have never studied sociology, so I don't understand it. I will remain anonymous."

My sister smiled proudly.

The younger sister defended Qin Xia, saying, "Everyone has their own specialties. Not everyone will choose to study a niche major in order to join the Labor Council like you did."

"Don't mention the Labor Council. I can't join the council because of you," my sister said coldly.

Qin Xia closed the instruction manual and turned to look at the two sisters.

The Orinas will also have disagreements. They are undoubtedly one person. Qin Xia has seen their souls before. It is one soul with two bodies.

Yet disagreements will still occur.

In comparison, it is understandable and reasonable that the primarchs, who are all brothers, have huge differences and disagreements.

"Speaking of your own affairs, have you ever thought about setting up a special research project?" Qin Xia suddenly had an idea, "You yourselves are also very good research subjects."

"There has never been any research on the soul on Numata." Olina's elder sister said softly, "And you, I don't think you have done any special research on the soul either."

"Yes, but no matter what it is, as long as I want to study it, I can make something of it." Qin Xia looked confident, even a little arrogant.

When discussing research topics or demonstrating special skills, Qin Xia would show his pride.

"How many times will you brag about how you changed your destiny through scientific research?" asked my sister.

"Countless times." Qin Xia smiled and raised his head, "Not to mention that I have many more achievements now. For example, I am one of the gods of Nuceria, I am the adoptive father of a primarch of the Space Marine Legion, and I also won a war with my own expertise and talents."

Hearing this, Olena and the others looked at each other, and the elder sister smiled and shook her head: "Pride often breeds bad results, but to be honest, speaking objectively, you have at least one advantage, which is that you are only proud of your professional field or things that you are 100% sure of. In fact, you are still quite cautious in your heart."

"Indeed." Qin Xia suddenly became serious, lowered his head and pondered carefully, and finally said in a low voice, "I am a human being after all."

"Your personality is really hard to get along with." My sister continued, "It's hard for normal people to have a good impression of you unless they have a life-or-death relationship with you."

Qin Xia raised an eyebrow: "Are you saying this to attack me or are you sincere?"

My sister replied, "Of course it's true."

Qin Xia pursed her lips and looked at Oulina and the others while reflecting.

The older sister stood with her hands behind her back, an expression that seemed to say "I am analyzing calmly and objectively" written on her face.

But unlike her elder sister, the younger sister stood behind her, pointed her finger at the back of her elder sister's head, smiled and shook her head, and said in an exaggerated way: "Don't listen to her."

Seeing this, Qin Xia felt relieved and laughed it off: "Humor."

As if she had noticed something, the elder sister turned around and looked at her younger sister, who became serious for a second.

Qin Xia turned around to pack up his things, packed up the STC template and instruction manual and hung them around his waist.

Maybe the laser rifle automated production line doesn't produce anything special, but it's an STC template nonetheless.

Realizing that there was something else to do next, the Orinas all turned serious and asked in unison: "How do we help those Space Marines next?"

"Mago makes the decision. Angron didn't even know that I came here with you. The command is not in my hands." Qin Xia said, "But I can guess what Mago wants to do. We can help before he makes a request."

"For example, should we clean the spire of the hive first?" Orina and the others asked in unison.

"No, this world is not Nukeria. The nobles here are not oppressing us, so we will not directly purge them." Qin Xia glanced at the corpse of the monarch opposite the chair, and then walked to the door. "The judge will be judged, and this matter will be handled by the Nuxing expatriate bureaucrats who will arrive here later."

"All we have to do is keep the entire spire partially under control."

“This requires your abilities.”

As they spoke, Qin Xia and Oulina walked out of the garden, out of the bedroom, out of the entire building and outside.

Many soldiers and nobles have blocked the entrances and exits.

The nobles in the hive world have all undergone a rite of passage into adulthood. They may not gain rich combat experience from this unilateral and overwhelming slaughter ritual, but they will at least learn to use the various weapons and equipment at their disposal.

Those who have undergone the coming of age ceremony will think of themselves as warriors. Although this is false, it will make them more aggressive and they will not choose to beg for mercy when facing the inevitable battle.

"The gun is lowered."

The Orina sisters held hands, their long hair floated, and their eyes were filled with black light.

All the enemies present were holding guns, but they immediately pointed the muzzles of their guns at the ground, regardless of whether they were nobles or soldiers. They all did the same.

"Follow us," the two sisters said in unison.

Everyone made way for Qin Xia and Oulina to walk along the path and head to the next place on the spire, and then the nobles and soldiers followed them.

These people did not have to fight, and being ordered to follow was no different from being locked up, except to restrict their movements.

"How effective is your mind control ability?" Qin Xia asked, "Perhaps I should have taken you to the ground together on Novsendak V. Then maybe you would have run into the Primarch named Perturabo..."

"Our abilities cannot possibly work on a superman." Orina and the others responded in unison, "Even ordinary people with stronger willpower have a chance to wake up and break free from control." Qin Xia nodded, without any sarcasm or regret, not even a similar thought.

The mind control abilities brought about by the sisters' psychic gifts are already amazing enough.

If there is chaos among the people in this hive city when order is changed later, they can calm most of them down just by showing up and talking.

……

“It went better than we thought.”

Mago and Kahn walked side by side on a street in Lower Nest.

The civilians who had previously been prey in the coming-of-age ceremony were either huddled together in a corner for warmth, or standing in front of the ruined shacks, lost in thought, or queuing up to receive food parcels distributed by the Nuceria soldiers.

Transport planes come and go, so distributing food is just the beginning, and medicines and industrial products will follow.

The regular mortal army had already been transported to the lower nest, and was dispersed in the huge lower nest to maintain order and patrol.

The scene on this street is not an isolated case, but the overall situation of Xiachao.

The street in front of us is still relatively chaotic because of the coming-of-age ceremony, but other areas are well-organized and much better than here.

"Smooth?" Kahn turned to look at Mago. "I wouldn't use the word smooth to describe a vacation trip, but our battle is completely a vacation. I feel like the two of us who came here to carry out the mission are just here to have fun."

Margo nodded calmly and did not object.

"If there was a madman hiding somewhere holding thousands of people hostage, I would still think this journey was a bit exciting and challenging." Kahn looked at a group of dusty captives on the street. "Winning this victory will not make me feel glorious unless my father recognizes us after this incident."

The two talked as they walked and came to where more than twenty Space Marines from the 18th Company were.

These twenty Space Marines stood on the bunkers and corpses, scattered and close together. Even though there were no enemies, they still pointed their grenade launchers in all directions.

The flag bearer of the company, holding the company flag, a bolt pistol and a flag, stood at the top of the mountain of people.

The legion's chronological Mechanic Brother was standing in front of the hill of Space Marines, taking pictures of them.

"Brother, Shan." Kahn said.

"What?" Margo asked.

"Brother Mountain." Kahn pointed forward. "On Novsendak 5, my father asked the 37th Armored Company to stand on the tanks in such a staggered manner to take pictures. He called this Brother Mountain."

"This strange word must have been taught by the guide." Margo shrugged.

Kahn thinks so too.

After taking the photo, the Space Marines that formed Brother Mountain came down from the corpses and obstacles and lined up.

Quadrant, on the other hand, noticed the two approaching company commanders and turned around to salute them with the gear.

The two captains responded with the Sky Eagle salute, and then Mago spoke: "Did you record everything about the battle, Brother?"

"Of course." Quadrant nodded.

Mago stared at the monk's fully mechanical body covered in a red robe, wondering how this monk could perform such a natural biological action as nodding.

It is very likely that this monk has deliberately made his neck structure able to swing up and down in order to perform this biological action, which is not necessary because it can monitor everything in a 360-degree range at the same time without turning its head.

Margo just thought about it for a moment, then asked again: "Can we take the next step?"

"The pacification procedure is ready." Quadrant nodded again.

Then an antenna extended from the monk's neck, and his electronic eyes, which extended outward in layers and were dedicated to recording and filming, were aimed at Margo.

Margo turned his eyes slightly and saw that the televisions in the buildings on the street and the public projection equipment that the nobles had used to warn people were all functioning normally.

A piece of news is being broadcast in a loop, and it has been broadcasting in a loop for a long time, since the arrival of the World Eaters until now.

"They call themselves the World Eaters."

"This is their symbol. I believe everyone can see what this symbol means. That is, they will devour the planet."

The World Eaters' symbol always dominates the picture.

"Yes, we are the World Eaters, and we will devour this planet." Mago said.

As Quadrant did so deliberately, the images displayed on the viewing devices throughout the Lower and Upper Nests began to zoom out, gradually stretching from the World Eaters' symbol to Mago himself, while the focus was always on the World Eaters' symbol, just the symbol on Mago's shoulder armor.

"We will devour the world."

Margo said.

"The World Eaters will devour the injustice on this planet, the cruel oppression on this planet, the mass tragic events on this planet, and the appallingly bad living environment on this planet."

"After we take possession of this world, we will arrange for suitable people to manage it, purify the harsh living environment of this world, and remove any substances or creatures that may be harmful to humans. This process is the digestion process of this world after it is devoured by the World Devourer."

"In the end you will get a clean and reasonable new world, a new world that will have reasonable responsibilities and play a proper role."

"You are the cruel oppressors, and you are what the World Eaters will devour. There is no doubt about that. You are right. We are the beasts that are attracted by the stench of your cruelty, and we will bite you to pieces and devour you immediately."

"And the oppressed, please remember. When the eyes of Angron, the twelfth son of the Emperor of the Human Empire, were attracted by your hatred and unwillingness towards the slave masters, the World Eaters that arrived here were your angels and the punishment of your enemies."

Facing the quadrant facial camera, Margo was not at all shy even though it was his first time on camera.

After saying some key words, the captain of the 18th Company, the Legion's Honor Warrior Mago, raised his hand and pointed to the camera: "We will gather at the Lower Nest and head to the Upper Nest. During this time, make a decision, decide whether you will stand behind us or in front of us."

(End of this chapter)