Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 161 Emperor Faction

More than 40,000 members of the returning legion were brought back to the Triumph Hall by the Primarch.

There are some things that Angron must talk about with these 40,000 core members of the Legion.

After everyone lined up solemnly, Angron walked across the red carpet of the Triumph Hall with his upper body bare, while Qin Xia and Kiel walked on both sides of the Primarch.

Every warrior saw the red scar line on the back of the Father of Genes.

The three men came up to the warriors.

Angron sat on the throne and raised his arm to point behind him. "This is the Rope of Triumph. Captain Kiel, tell them what the Rope of Triumph is."

Kiel then told the origin of the Rope of Triumph.

From now on, everyone who returns to the legion must carve a blood line representing glory or a black line representing shame after completing a battle.

The Rope of Triumph is a tradition of Nuceria warriors. All those present were Terran Space Marines, but they had no objection to the Rope of Triumph tradition brought by Angron.

Everyone listened to Kiel's story in silence.

"Then what should I do, father?" Lorke asked urgently, "How should I carve the rope of triumph?"

Hearing the question from the fearless former legion commander Lorke, Qin Xia felt that this was indeed a problem.

Even if Lorke and the others in Fearless were taken out to carve, they still couldn't be engraved, because it was a question whether these warriors in Fearless still had their spines and backs.

“Carved directly onto the back of the Dreadnought,” Angron said.

Lorke controlled the Dreadnaught's head to move up and down.

After talking about the Rope of Triumph, Angron talked about the duel used to resolve conflicts in the Legion: "I have retained the duel ceremony, but the flag bearer must be present to supervise the duel. When either party is injured, the flag bearer will raise his thumb to indicate that the duel is over and both parties are alive. Then the pharmacist will heal the injured. No more deaths are allowed in duels."

This is also a small thing.

Perhaps in other legions, Angron would always encounter some resistance when making changes to important matters in the legion, but the 12th Legion is different.

The difference of the Twelve Legions lies not only in their extreme closeness and desire for the Gene Father, but also in the fact that they do not regard themselves as independent individuals, but as weapons and tools.

"This is my father." Angron looked at Qin Xia, then moved his gaze to everyone. "He manages the think tank in the legion. He won't have much interaction with you, but you still have to follow his arrangements when necessary."

Qin Xia put his hand on his heart and saluted everyone: "I won't interfere in matters such as command."

The eyes of forty thousand people were focused on Qin Xia.

Although Qin Xia had not used psychic power in front of them, from Angron's words "he will manage the think tank", everyone realized that this was a wizard, and should be a powerful wizard.

"The 12th Legion has killed many wizard tyrants and paid a heavy price for it." The voice of the former legion commander, Lorke, was amplified by the fearless mecha, and it was very loud. "Regarding the matter of think tanks and wizards, I suggest you be cautious, father."

"I know you are hostile to psykers." Angron smiled and shook his head, "But psykers can be divided into enemies and friends. The Emperor is also a powerful psyker. Don't you also obey him obediently?"

Lorke remained silent.

“Whether you warriors without psychic powers or those with psychic powers, or the Librarians you have marginalized, you are all my descendants. You should unite together.” Angron said, “Besides, my father will ensure the stability and safety of the Librarians.”

Lorke nodded, convinced by the Father of Genes.

"One more thing," Angron continued. "You may have served as executioners while fighting beside my brother, but from now on, from the moment you return to the Twelve Legion, you will no longer kill without distinction between friend and foe."

"After disbanding, please learn about the thirty-one principles. These are the rules I set."

"I don't want my descendants to be a group of butchers who kill anyone they catch, without any ability to distinguish, and resort to killing for everything."

Kiel had prepared for this conversation. He anticipated what the Primarch would say and what he would need to use in this conversation.

So there was no need for everyone to wait until the meeting to find out. Kiel clapped his hands, and a company of people walked into the Triumph Hall and distributed the documents to everyone present.

The Space Marines read the document at an extremely fast speed and learned the thirty-one principles.

That is, in a combat mission, the number of people accidentally killed must be less than thirty-one.

The document also said something else - the conquest of Nusatellite.

No battle better demonstrated the changes Angron brought to the XII Legion than the attack on Nusa II, and many of the rules were established by the Primarch at that time.

"So we became saviors, rather than the original duties and roles that the Emperor had assigned to us, which were shock troops and conquerors."

The warrior who was much taller than everyone else spoke.

"Hal, you have violated the Legion's regulations," said Lorke. "When the Legion Commander or Primarch is speaking, no one is allowed to interrupt or question."

"I am willing to be punished." The warrior named Hal held the document and looked up at Angron. "But we have deviated from the path that the Emperor arranged for our entire legion. We were originally conquerors and would have suppressed the rebellion according to the duties assigned by the Emperor. But now we have become the galactic saviors. This is unreasonable."

"Flag-bearer!" Lorke roared.

The flag officer of Hal's company stepped forward carrying the company flag, ready to punish Hal as stipulated in the legion regulations.

Angron motioned for the flag bearer to return to his position, then motioned for Hal to stand before him.

Hal walked out of the queue with his head held high.

The Primarch rose from his throne.

"Hal." "Tell me, why are you so tall?"

Angron walked in front of Hal and looked down at his warrior.

Hal still held his head high, once again violating protocol - one should keep one's head down when facing a more senior officer.

"Because I was once a Thunder Warrior." Hal replied, "But I used the gene seed of the Twelve Legions. Although I am not a Space Marine in the strict sense, I think I am the descendant of the Twelve Primarchs, that is, you."

"Oh, Thunder Warrior." Angron nodded and looked at Hal curiously.

Qin Xia also looked at Hal, but he realized more.

From Hal's attitude, it can be seen that there are two schools of thought within the 12th Legion.

One idea is to regard oneself as a weapon and a tool, once belonging to the Emperor and now belonging to Angron, and it is right to be used in any way.

But they are not real tools and weapons after all. They have their own ideas and feelings, so when Angron proposed new rules that would completely change the Legion, they would be somewhat unhappy.

They will even rebel if something in the Legion seems too much to them.

The second ideology is complete loyalty to the Emperor.

This is what Hal looks like.

Qin Xia remembered that if the Horus Heresy occurred, Hal would be a staunch supporter of the Emperor.

"Keep your head down." Kiel said coldly.

Hal didn't even look at Kiel.

"Keep your head down!" Roarke roared.

Hal bowed his head briefly, but raised it again. "I cannot bow my head. This is not because of you, Your Highness. But because if I bow my head, it means that I have strayed from the path of the Emperor."

The flag bearer immediately stepped forward and hit Hal's knee with the flagpole, but it was obvious that he could not make Hal lower his head, let alone kneel down.

Lorke took a step forward, and the right leg of the Dreadnought stomped on the ground with a bang. He was ready to teach Hal a lesson himself.

"According to the Legion's regulations, when the senior officers and the Primarch give orders, the others have no choice but to execute them silently." Angron signaled the others to calm down. "But at this time, I will give you the right to question, because I want any of you to understand my thoughts thoroughly."

From the perspective of others, Hal was the only one who objected.

But in reality, that was not how Angron felt. There were a few seemingly obedient people who actually held the same idea as Hal. They were all staunch supporters of the Emperor and had the honor of fighting alongside the Emperor, or even been saved by the Emperor himself.

"We all long for the return of our Primarch." Hal looked Angron in the eye. "We have talked and imagined countless times what our Primarch would be like, but we could never have imagined that our Primarch would be a Holy Father and a Holy Mother."

“No, I am not that noble.” Angron hunched his body. His huge and strong body like a mountain made Hal, who was much taller than the others, look like a child. “I consider myself a rebel, a terrible rebel.”

Angron straightened up and paced in front of Hal.

"I have killed many, many people with my own hands. On Nuceria, I fought against the slavers with my father, brothers and sisters."

"The ruling class of Nuceria is the High Knights, and they have a lackey class called the Guards. I have killed many of them, many with my own hands."

"No matter who dies in front of me, I will feel heartbroken, but this will not stop me. Even before I kill one of them, I can feel that the other person is... a good person. For example, they are not so cruel to slaves and even love them. For example, they just want to make a living for the people they love, so they choose to join the Guards..."

"The reason is that I realized that I could only eliminate the slavery that lasted for ten thousand years by eliminating one class, so I chose to swing the axe according to their identity."

"It can be said that what I care more about is actually crushing slavery itself."

Angron returned to Hal, still looking down at Hal who had infinite admiration and worship for the Emperor.

"I did not stray from the Emperor's path, because when the golden Emperor descended on Nuceria, I did not choose to kill him, but to join his cause, because I knew that Nuceria was only one of the countless human worlds in the galaxy. No matter how well I built Nuceria, it could not change the fact that 99% of the human beings in the galaxy were struggling in pain."

"That man's goal is to save the human race. He doesn't want you and me to be his lackeys and fight to help him enslave the entire galaxy. I can sense his true thoughts, which even seem a little naive to me. He is the Holy Mother and Father who wants to save everyone."

Angron extended his fingers and pressed them against Hal's breastplate.

"Now answer me, will you at least obey me on the surface, or will you stubbornly insist on slaughtering those who do not deserve to die, and then glorify this as an act of loyalty to your faith?"

Facing the Primarch's question, Hal thought for a moment and replied: "I am not a butcher who enjoys slaughtering others, unless I receive an order from the Emperor or you to do so."

“My orders are that you join me in crushing slavery and freeing as many people from pain and suffering as possible,” Angron said. “And if my orders conflict with the Emperor’s, you must obey mine.”

Hal thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The Emperor requires every warrior to obey the orders of their respective Primarchs."

“That’s fine.” Angron looked away and looked at the others.

As his eyes scanned the rows of Space Marines, they would occasionally rest on a single individual.

The people who were fixed by his gaze were all people who had the same idea as Hal.

These people initially suspected that being stared at by the Primarch was just a coincidence, until they found that more like-minded people were being stared at by the Primarch, and they realized that the Primarch had the ability to directly perceive their thoughts.

This means that if the Primarch wanted to purge them one day, there would be no chance that even one of them would be lucky enough to escape.

But Angron simply looked at them, for they saw themselves as weapons or tools bearing the Emperor's name.

Now these people who think of themselves as weapons and tools are in our hands, and the effect to be achieved by using them depends on the users.

(End of this chapter)