Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 168 Blood Drinker

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In the void.

The Steadfast Resolve was sailing side by side with the battleship of the Eldar fleet. The two warships were sailing side by side, and the battleship was continuously bombarded by the Steadfast Resolve, and all its weapons were destroyed by concentrated fire.

As the two flagships of each fleet sailed side by side, they left a trail of Eldar warship wreckage in their wake.

There was only one battleship left on the Eldar fleet's side, which was surrounded and bombed by two battleships of the Twelfth Legion, and soon turned into wreckage.

It was in this way that the World Eaters fleet defeated the Eldar fleet.

There was no surprising strategy or fancy techniques. What defeated the Eldar fleet was the complete unity of the World Eaters fleet. Every warship responded to orders instantly, and multiple warships could even achieve complete synchronization.

In the eyes of the Eldar, the advantage created by the enemy's somehow completely synchronized instantaneous response ability is like a human with all limbs under the control of the brain killing a group of running animals with weapons in hand.

But the battle is not over yet.

The two fastest frigates caught up with the Eldar battleship and fired their lances to hit the same spot, destroying the battleship's engines and forcing it to stop.

When the Eldar capital ships came to a stop, so did the World Eaters fleet.

Just like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut, everything stopped suddenly. No matter which ship in the fleet, or the people on the ship, they all stopped.

Inside the Resolute.

Everyone on the command deck suddenly woke up.

Kiel looked quickly at Angron.

Angron's eyes regained their spirits. "I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just that... I just felt like I was one with you guys, as if I were using your arms and fingers."

"The enemy battleship has been forced to stop!" Salin reported loudly, "We can withdraw the boarding troops and then blow up the enemy battleship!"

"No." Angron stood up. "Don't blow them up. I want to lead the team to that battleship and ask those damn aliens what's wrong with them."

Everyone salutes.

Angron walked out onto the command deck.

When passing by the medical room, the Primarch subconsciously looked inside and found that the cabins where the gladiator brothers were located were all broken and the nutrient solution was spilled all over the floor.

“No…” Angron walked into the medical room and looked at the mess in front of him. “How could…when…”

"Angron."

The call came from behind.

The Primarch turned around immediately.

Yochula was holding an alien corpse in his hand and looking at Angron with a smile.

Crest floated in mid-air, standing beside Yochula with a group of mortal warriors from the regular army.

Behind Yochula was his younger brother and other gladiators.

The gladiators all looked at Angron with smiles on their faces.

"Should we call you father now?" Yochuka asked with a smile.

All the gladiators except Crest were different from the past. They were about two meters and five centimeters tall and extremely strong.

Obviously, the transformation was successful.

"You can call me anything you want." Angron stood up excitedly and walked towards the crowd.

"We were suddenly awakened just now." Yochula threw away the body and flexed his wrists, "and then helped Crest and the others clean up some bastards who attacked you when you were young."

"Now let's go kill some more bastards," one of the gladiators laughed.

Angron nodded vigorously. “We can fight side by side again, just like before!”

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"For Angron!!!!"

Lorke roared and rushed forward.

The Dreadnoughts noticed the former legion commander rushing from behind and immediately formed a battle formation with Lorke.

Qin Xia walked forward and observed the surrounding environment.

This is a place similar to a hall or a temple.

All those who had previously boarded the Eldar battleship gathered here.

Because the place is so huge, it becomes an ideal battlefield, and the Space Marines fight as if they were fighting in the square of a super city.

Librarians linked together to create psychic giants, accompanying their battle-brothers to attack the aliens.

As the two sides were facing off, Qin Xia looked forward and locked onto an enemy holding a scepter.

That man was also a prophet, but his psychic power was far stronger than that of the prophet on the White Knight.

"Brother Tethys! Brother Kamas!" The think tanks approached Qin Xia, shouting as they moved closer while holding up the psychic barrier.

"Help me." Qin Xia said.

The think tanks nodded in unison.

Qin Xia was about to charge forward when he suddenly noticed a flash of light behind him.

That was the sign of the Ancient Void Shield teleporting.

Then nearly a hundred beams of light fell from the sky. After the light beams dissipated, Angron, who led nearly a hundred Terminators, appeared in Qin Xia's eyes. Crest also came and stood next to Angron.

The arrival of the Father of Genes made the warriors more motivated to fight.

Qin Xia was not surprised that Angron came. His attention was attracted by the Terminators behind Angron.

Those Terminators were all Iron Cavalry models, but they were armed with a variety of weapons.

On the chests of those Terminators are bloody fangs, but unlike the Legion logo, they do not bite the planet. Instead, there are a few drops of blood on both sides of the fangs.

"Wait... so fast?" Qin Xia looked surprised.

"Hey." The Terminator beside Angron took a step forward, "Isn't this the most powerful wizard in the galaxy? Long time no see."

"Yochula!" Qin Xia immediately stepped forward and hugged Yochula. Even after the transformation, Yochula still had an iron hand, and the implant automatically adapted to his body shape.

And of course Yochula still remembers who helped him get the prosthetic arm.

After the hug, Qin Xia looked at Angron and said, "I thought it would take a while before everyone could leave those jars."

“I was surprised, too.” Angron nodded, his eyes falling towards the other side of the temple. “Now is the time for us to fight side by side.”

Qin Xia also nodded and stood beside Angron.

As they had done on Nuceria, the Devourers fought side by side once again.

They advanced in neat rows, firing their bolters under the cover of the psychic barrier.

The bolters assigned by Kiel to the Blood Drinker Guards are of a new model, with firepower that is no less than that of the bolters in the hands of the Space Marines, but can be used with just one hand.

Gladiators are all-round warriors who have amazing skills in using both ranged and melee weapons. They can also use a variety of high knight equipment. Now after the enhanced transformation, even the agile and swift Eldar can kill with every shot.

They crossed the middle of the temple and approached the enemy, putting their bolters behind their waists and drawing their respective weapons.

The Eldar warriors, who were proficient in hand-to-hand combat, immediately engaged them in battle.

The gladiators could instantly realize the enemy's intentions and predict the enemy's movements, and then launch attacks that could not be dodged.

Yochula, who was standing at the front of the queue, was besieged by several people. He noticed the cold light of swords piercing from both sides out of the corner of his eye, but he did not even dodge. He just used the big shield in his hand to smash the bones of the alien warrior in front of him.

The sword that stabbed at Yochula's left and right sides was blocked by another gladiator and Crest who came here with Angron.

Yochula continued to move forward.

The gladiators became scattered before fighting each other.

In the eyes of the Eldar, these people were hopelessly stupid because they could focus on killing the enemy in front of them while completely ignoring the situation behind them, and they didn't even bother to look left and right or behind them.

But when the Eldar regarded these as weaknesses and launched targeted attacks, they found that it was not stupidity, but absolute trust in other companions on the battlefield.

The gladiators in the front row can completely ignore what is behind them and to their left and right, and simply use their superb killing skills to break through every interception attempt by the enemy.

The gladiators in the back row defend the weaknesses or left and right of their brothers in the front row. They seem to be very scattered compared to the gladiators in the front row, but they will never prioritize killing opponents over protecting their companions. They only kill enemies while protecting their companions' weaknesses.

The gladiators had no communication, and no one was directing them to form a line or anything like that.

But each of them knows what the other will do, what their intentions are, and how to cooperate with their partners to achieve higher results.

No one fights for credit, no one cares who kills how many people.

The gladiators only cared about the safety of their companions and whether the purpose of the battle could be achieved.

In the days when the word gladiatorial combat on Nuceria did not yet represent commercial entertainment or the global selection of combat elites, these men engaged in brutal fights with no guarantees, and they were the elite left over from the cruelest and darkest era on the planet.

Unquestionable fighting skills, the discipline of a silent killing machine, absolute trust in each other, and a friendship that is closer than that of blood brothers, these qualities once made their goal of changing Nuceria and overthrowing all the High Knights a reality.

Now, these same traits also allow them to perform amazingly as Angron's guards.

"Barbaric weapons!"

The Prophet looked at those who were approaching him, and at the Primarch who could kill people by himself.

As a commander, it also adjusts its strategy in a timely manner.

Some warriors who could release psychic attacks simply threw away their weapons and dispersed to the rear of the line.

The flashing light on the hands of these alien wizards made the gladiators realize that they possessed incomprehensible power, but they only took a glance and ignored the terrifying enemies that were most likely to threaten their lives.

Because the gladiators knew who would deal with those alien wizards.

Qin Xia maintained the psychic barrier with his left hand and clenched his right fist suddenly.

All the alien wizards fell to the ground.

The prophet stared at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia also looked at the prophet, but did not engage in a psychic battle, because he was not the one who should kill it.

As the battle continued, the Primarch and his Guards had completely shattered the enemy's defenses. Other World Eaters Space Marines and armored units teleported in by the Ancient Void Shields followed the Gene-Father.

There was no way the Eldar could hold off these people, let alone push them back.

Angron looked at the prophet and sensed from his emotions that he was the one who was planning to kill him.

Bad memories flooded into his mind, and Angron roared and leaped up to pounce on the prophet.

The prophet raised his hand to release the barrier and control Angron who was about to fall from the air, and looked at Qin Xia nervously.

Qin Xia stared at the prophet.

The mental shock shattered the prophet's consciousness like a cannonball. Angron was no longer restrained. The moment he landed, he grabbed the prophet's head and slammed it to the ground.

At this time, the resistance of the elves did not seem to be meaningless. At the end of the road behind the temple, a door with a rather strange shape began to flash.

The Eldar warriors looked at the prophet, then seemed to have heard something, and quickly covered each other and evacuated towards the gate.

"Why are you attacking me?!" Angron grabbed the prophet's neck. "How did I offend you when I was a baby? Why are you trying to kill me?"

His adoptive father had already told him the reason, but Angron just wanted to hear how the prophet would answer.

"Because... you... deserve to die." The prophet spoke breathlessly, speaking very standard Gothic.

Although the prophet was stubborn, Angron was still able to sense the true thoughts in the other party's mind through contact.

prophecy.

Because the prophecy showed that the Twelfth Primarch would destroy the Thuntar Ark in the future, the Thuntar Ark World hired a conspiracy killing squad to kill the Primarch.

The Kabal Kill Teams were already elite troops, but they were still stoned to death.

But Angron did not think the kill team had failed.

Being shot by the killing squad and crying was nothing. What really hurt Angron was that he fell to the ground exhausted after killing the killing squad. When he was about to get up after resting for a while, the slave trader was attracted by the traces of the landing of the spacecraft and anesthetized him with a tranquilizer gun.

Angron missed the days in the arena, but only because of the presence of his brothers and sisters and his adoptive father, whom he would not have known if he had not been there.

Beyond this, Angron hated everything that had led to his life as a gladiator.

(End of this chapter)