Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 169 Precious Qualities
The Blood Drinkers surrounded Angron and the Prophet, isolating those Eldar who wanted to rescue the Prophet instead of fleeing.

The Space Marines pursue the Eldar.

Angron grabbed the Prophet's head and pressed it to the ground. Just a little force was enough to crush the pitiful alien's head in his hand.

Qin Xia stood on the other side of the prophet, looking down at him, ready to interrupt the prophet when he tried to perform some psychic tricks.

But facing the current situation, the prophet could hardly use his special skills to escape.

If the Primarch wanted to, the Prophet would be dead in less than a second.

"Your prophecy says that I will destroy your Craftworld in the future?" Angron asked, "Why? Are you sure you are not being deceived? We have no grudges against each other, why should I destroy your homeland?"

"Destiny." The prophet uttered these two words with a smile.

“Destiny? Are you kidding me? Just based on a simple word like that, I will go and destroy your world and invite you to kill my childhood self?” Angron retorted.

There was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps.

Lorke walked to the side of the Gene Father and started to move his power claws. "Father, there is no need for us to talk to it. We cannot understand the thoughts of these alien bastards."

Angron looked at Lorke, then back to the Prophet.

From a warrior's perspective, killing the prophet now is the best solution, and it is better to kill him quickly.

But Angron couldn't handle this matter based on complete rationality.

The influence of the Eldar alien on him was too profound.

If there had been no aliens in the mountains of Nuceria, Angron believed that he would have been able to grow up in the mountains and survive the most dangerous period of his childhood.

It was hard for Angron not to have this realization: the Eldar almost destroyed him. If he hadn't met his brothers and sisters, if he hadn't met his adoptive father, if no one cared about him and protected him, he would have been nailed with the Butcher's Nail and turned into a butcher who didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

"Tell me you have a grudge against the Emperor, and you are simply transferring your hatred for him to me in order to kill me," Angron said. "Because that makes sense, and at least it doesn't make me think you are a race of abstract lunatics."

"It has nothing to do with the Emperor. If it weren't for the prophecy that you would destroy our Craft World, we wouldn't have gone to kill you." The Prophet was still smiling, as if he was not afraid of death and the end at all.

Qin Xia stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the prophet, and said softly: "I advise you to think about it. Your companions are gone, and no one will reclaim your soul stone. Your soul will be taken away by the Dark Prince and become his plaything."

These words were like a sharp thorn, slowly but powerfully piercing the prophet's heart.

The fear that was tried so hard to be concealed was revealed a little.

The prophet already knows what the outcome will be for him, rather than being completely confused about the situation. However, even though he is prepared, he is still afraid of his own outcome.

Just because of the title of Prince of Darkness.

The Prince of Darkness is none other than Slaanesh among the Chaos Gods.

Once upon a time, during the heyday of the entire Eldar species, the Eldar lived a decadent life. Because their senses far surpassed those of humans, they pursued and enjoyed intense sensory stimulation. Eventually, when ninety-nine percent of the entire race were addicted to a decadent life, the Eldar awakened or created Slaanesh.

Every Eldar is born "close" to Slaanesh. If there is no soul stone that can contain their souls, their souls will rush into the arms of Slaanesh after leaving their physical bodies.

This race even dares to only call Slaanesh the "Dark Prince" because they are too afraid of the god of joy in the Warp.

"If you hadn't attacked me, I wouldn't even know you existed," Angron said. "How could I have destroyed your craftworld? I sense pride in your emotions, the pride of an ancient race, but can you ancient races use your brains to think about the reason behind this?"

"The galaxy is cruel. If we don't kill you, you will kill us." The prophet immediately retorted, "This principle is universal in the galaxy. Any race can be killed or killed in this principle."

Angron was speechless.

The Prophet stared at the Primarch, the smile on his face revealing his fear of his own end, but he still smiled with all his might, as if he could just die with a smile and taunt the human demigod in front of him.

"Haha." Angron suddenly laughed, and looked at Qin Xia, Lorke, and his gladiator brothers.

Qin Xia really couldn't laugh at all.

The others didn't know why Angron was laughing and looked confused.

Angron laughed at the prophet before him and the prophet's prophecy.

Just because of a prophecy, many aliens went to kill a man who didn't even know the existence of aliens.

If these aliens who claimed to be from the Thuntar Craft World had no grudges against Angron in the past, but now it was not the case. After being ambushed in his childhood and after the two raids by the Eldar fleet...

When he was a child, Angron had heard Qin Xia talk about some things, such as the ancient alien races in the galaxy.

According to Qin Xia, those alien races are dangerous and terrifying, full of hostility towards humans, and all races in the entire galaxy are engaged in a life-and-death battle.

There are good people and like-minded people among aliens, but as a macro whole, there are contradictions between aliens and humans that cannot be ignored or resolved.

“The sky is full of stars…” Angron stood up, holding the Prophet’s head, and pointed the chainsaw axe in his free hand. “Everywhere I look, I see enemies!”

The Primarch clenched his hands suddenly.

The prophet's head was shattered and his body fell to the ground.

"Return to the flagship and destroy this damn place." Angron turned and left.

……

All of the Resolute's weapons were aimed at the alien capital ship.

Torpedoes, macro cannons, light spears, and all kinds of weapons were used one after another.

After a round of salvos, the alien battleship was completely destroyed, without even a single large piece of debris left.

The white light from the capital ship's explosion illuminated a corner of this planetless galaxy.

Qin Xia, who was on the White Knight, stood by the porthole and witnessed the entire process of the alien battleship being completely destroyed.

Also witnessing this process were the think tanks behind Qin Xia, as well as another alien prophet who had been nailed to the porthole. The prophet's body was hanging on the sword.

The Eldar's tough body with almost no body fat and super vitality allowed it to survive until the end of the Void War.

The prophet witnessed the destruction of the only combat fleet that the Thuntar Ark World could muster due to the human fleet's inexplicably rapid response and united cooperation.

Tears streamed down the corners of the prophet's eyes.

But those tears were blood.

"Angron's fate has been completely changed by me." Qin Xia looked out the porthole and said, "If your ability to predict the future is truly reliable, you would not have hired the killing squad of your dark relatives, nor would you have sent out a fleet to seek death. You shouldn't have done this."

The prophet was silent for a long time before he slowly responded: "The thread of fate of the Savage Weapons has indeed changed, but don't think you are the winners. We predict not only the fall of the Thuntar Ark, but also the fall of all races in the entire galaxy."

"Standard Eldar riddle-like stubbornness." Qin Xia didn't care.

The Prophet stared at the wreckage drifting outside the porthole and the bodies of his compatriots who were thrown into the void during the void war, and slowly closed his eyes.

Its life flame burned out at this moment.

Qin Xia snapped his fingers.

White flames burned from the prophet's body, burning the last proof of his existence left in the real universe.

"Go to the command deck." Qin Xia walked in front.

The think tanks followed.

"There may be a lot of valuable things in that alien battleship." Tethys suddenly said.

"Yes, but they are from the Eldar." Qin Xia nodded. "For us, what is important is knowledge and technology, but we really can't learn the Eldar language, and their knowledge is likely to be cast with psychic spells and encrypted. It is not appropriate to waste time on those encrypted books that may just be some poems."

"Maybe we can study it together. There is strength in numbers," said Varis.

Of course, the Chief Librarian was referring not only to the things that were destroyed in the capital ship, but also to the things that the World Eaters Librarians would find later.

Studying together is normally a good idea.

"We can't study together." Qin Xia looked back at Varis as he walked away, his eyes filled with warning. "From now on, I will study all the knowledge we find by myself. Only I can study it. I will only share with you the parts of the knowledge that are harmless to you."

Qin Xia's expression was quite sincere when he said this, with a warning in his eyes.

The think tanks looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

If Qin Xia said this not as the head of a think tank but as a scholar, then the think tankers who heard this were not think tanks but students.

Then Qin Xia will inevitably be suspected of monopolizing academic research.

But their identities are not scholars, professors and students.

In the eyes of think tanks, Qin Xia seemed to have taken the initiative to take the blame. After all, some knowledge was expressly banned by the empire, and some knowledge was dangerous from the moment it was born. If you really learned something that you shouldn't learn, you would lose your life.

Varis, the chief think tank, also increasingly understood why Qin Xia did not replace him as the chief think tank, because if Qin Xia was nominally a non-staff member, he could still clear the think tank and the legion if something happened in the future.

"You know, in my opinion, some people have one most important and valuable quality, which is the ability to listen to advice." Qin Xia said with emotion.

It was hard for Varis not to agree. "Moderation is the virtue of the Librarians of the 12th Legion. Perhaps it is not the case for the Librarians of other Legions. I always feel that people like the Thousand Sons will get into big trouble sooner or later."

"It's not about moderation, it's about listening to advice." Qin Xia lowered his head slightly and said thoughtfully, "Lack of moderation is a problem, but it's not fatal. In my opinion, the biggest problem of the Thousand Sons Legion is that they don't listen to advice."

Varis nodded, hiding his doubts.

The group walked forward in silence.

After walking a few steps, Qin Xia suddenly turned back and pointed at the think tank: "Snap quiz! What does the White Knight mean?"

"White knight personality, white knight psychology, white knight syndrome."

"It means: someone who likes to save others, someone who gives to others, someone who can empathize strongly with others."

The think tanks responded in unison, repeating what Qin Xia had said at the beginning.

These people didn't quite understand what Qin Xia said. No one in this universe would pay special attention to psychology, especially these superhuman warriors who had been fighting in the legion since they were teenagers.

But think tanks have good memory and can still memorize things by rote.

Qin Xia smiled with satisfaction.

Everyone entered the command deck while talking.

The captain, who was issuing orders to mobilize personnel to repair the ship, noticed Qin Xia and immediately saluted.

"Great." Qin Xia walked towards the captain. "Your command ability far exceeds my expectations. You are worthy of being a captain from the First Legion."

"My pleasure, sir." The captain saluted with the Sky Eagle.

Qin Xia was thinking about what to reward the captain with, but since he didn't spend much time with the captain, he really couldn't think of what the captain wanted.

"By the way, what does the interior of an Eldar ship look like?" The captain did not ask what reward he would get, but just asked a curious question.

"It's indescribable. Our language can't express it." Qin Xia said frankly, "But if there is a chance to join the ship in the future, I can take you and your guards with me."

"Really?" The captain looked expectant.

"Really." Qin Xia nodded. "Let's quickly inspect the hull now. After I go to the Resolute Resolve and come back, we will have to continue sailing in the subspace."

(End of this chapter)