Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 178 The Raven Lord and the Human Spirit

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Seven hours after the Chiaval landing.

"The war lasted seven hours."

"I can't believe it took us seven hours to attack a planet after the return of the 40,000 men who had fought alongside the First Legion."

"well done."

Kir, the commander of the World Eaters, walks the streets of the capital of Kiyavar.

The centurions followed the legion commander and listened to the reprimand in silence.

The centurions had no opinion about Kiel's sarcasm, or at least did not express it.

According to legionary discipline, anyone who retorted during a reprimand would be whipped by the flag bearer - even the centurions would be punished.

"If it were the Twelve Legions from before, this world would have belonged to the Emperor six hours ago. As for the people of this world... they would have returned to dust."

A rebuttal came from behind Kiel.

The legion commander suddenly stopped and turned to look at the person who refuted.

Thunder Warrior Hal.

He is not a centurion, but as an important combatant, he will also participate in legion affairs that only centurion-level personnel can participate in.

"The rebels of the 19th Primarch have also joined the battle. They are more of a hindrance than the Nucerians, but we have to help them when they get into trouble."

"Your orders! Commander."

“Now you ask us where we wasted seven hours?”

Hal continued.

Keel frowned.

Hal was not a troublemaker, even though he was different from all the battle brothers, even though he was stronger and more agile, he was definitely not a troublemaker.

But since Hal returned from the First Legion, he seemed like a different person, refuting the Father of Genes and the Legion Commander.

"We all must carry out the Primarch's will, for we are weapons," said Kiel.

"But we are not only the war dogs of Angron, but also the war dogs of the Emperor," said Hal.

Kiel stared at Hal.

After a moment, the gaze that was fixed on Hal moved to a flag-bearing officer.

The flag bearer stepped forward and held down Hal's arms.

"We are the World Eaters." Kiel pointed to the symbol on the shoulder armor.

Hal only needed to shake his arms to throw the flag bearer off, but he did not resist and obediently accepted the coming flogging.

Kiel led the others forward.

The group came to the square in the capital city.

Angron and Corax were here, and opposite the two Primarchs were the core members of the guild, the former masters of Kiavar.

The top resistance leader stood behind Corax.

Kiel walked over and stood behind Angron.

Angron turned to look at Kiel, thinking that he hadn't brought any gladiators with him in order to avoid scaring the people here, so why did you come?

Then Angron sensed Kiel's idea: he had to show these guild members some power.

As Kiel expected, when these superhuman warriors who directly attacked fortresses and military camps in the seven-hour war appeared, all the guild members looked at the superhuman warriors in fear.

These people's focus also shifted from Corax and the top leaders of the resistance to the superhuman warriors.

"As we have agreed before, we surrender. As long as we are still alive, we are willing to serve you and your brothers."

An old man with a sharp face and eagle-like eyes saluted Angron and said.

Angron remained silent and did not respond.

The old man saluted again to Corax and repeated what he had said.

Corax looked at Angron, then at the rebel leaders behind him, and nodded. "That's the best. I can spare your lives, but your property and power will be taken away. Before that, you have to accept one thing: we will monitor you from now on."

"But there is a prerequisite."

Corax emphasized.

"But there is a prerequisite. The prerequisite is that you really surrender. Otherwise, you will know your fate."

Hearing this, all the core members of the guild in front of them knelt down, kneeling respectfully without any dissatisfaction.

"I am not one of you," Corax said. "I do not need people to kneel before me."

The people in front of him immediately stood up, their movements were extremely smooth and quick.

Corax waved his hand, signaling that everyone could leave.

The rebel fighters immediately escorted everyone to where they were being held.

“Thank you.” Corax turned back to Angron.

Angron was lost in thought for a few seconds before facing Corax.

The latter immediately realized what his unique brother might have sensed.

"Two hundred and twenty-one people in all."

Angron told what he had just sensed.

"Seventy of them were completely obedient. They were not the core members of the core members. They were afraid of the resistance and my army, so they thought that saving their lives was the best outcome. Of course, in their opinion, if others could make a name for themselves, they would not mind changing their minds."

"The rest are all plotting sabotage. Some want to assassinate you, some want to launch a surprise attack on the rebels after my army leaves, and some even want to kill themselves all with a nuclear bomb, like that old guy named Serado."

"Brother, that's why I said earlier that you're in more trouble here than I was in Nukeria."

"At least the High Knights will only beg for mercy and surrender before they die. At least on Nuceria, except for the High Knights and the Guards, there are only slaves, but it's not the case here."

Angron told Corax all that he had sensed, and Corax was deeply moved.

Some of the satellite miners are experts in psychology. They teach Corax psychology, giving Corax the ability to interrogate.

As the Primarch, Corax could observe much more, even hearing the heartbeats of mortals.

But in the meeting just now, the core figures of the guild did not blush or get nervous, and they did not have any suspicious reactions, expressions, or looks.

This is what is called a human genius.

Recalling what Angron had said about the future of this planet and its satellites... Corax even felt that even if he established effective rule and the Emperor did not interfere here, as long as he left one day, these evil people would jump out and change everything back to its original state.

“Have you ever been in a situation like this? Feigning submission and then sabotaging?” Corax asked.

"Of course. But it was not the High Knights who did this, but some of the slaves who were freed by the Devourer," Angron replied. "They hate us with all their might, but they dare not fight us or revolt like us, so they want to turn their hatred on others, and create panic through the deaths of former slaves who have just become free men like themselves."

When talking about this, Angron still had a complicated expression, even though he already knew why those people had such thoughts.

"Then I took them out and fed them to the worms," ​​Angron continued. "But... now that I think about it, as the Primarch I always had a way to deal with them, and eventually made them admit defeat and change their ways."

After hearing this, Corax felt that it was impossible for him to play strategy games with those guild masters.

Because Angron said that the Emperor would come soon, and then he would be pulled out to fight in the Great Crusade.

"It would be inappropriate to kill them all directly." Avrenya whispered, "Whether on Nuceria or here..."

“It is indeed inappropriate.” Angron looked at the woman his brother regarded as a sister. “But if I had to do it again, I would make the same choice, but with better means.”

Everyone pondered.

"Judge them?" someone asked.

“Perhaps this is better.” Angron nodded, “As long as you can ensure that these people are under absolute surveillance and do not give them any chance to contact the outside world.”

Corax already had an idea in mind.

The Lord of Ravens first looked at Avrenya.

Avrenya had just raised a question to Angron, but it was not entirely a question. She was not a kind person who would sympathize with the guild leaders. She just wanted to say that it was not appropriate to kill them all.

After all, there are no legends of gods here, and most people will not believe that the gods will bring better things just because of the legends.

Some people still need to be judged.

As for those who Angron mentioned, who even wanted to perish together with him...

"Someone in the guild will know who the Raven Lord is." Corax's face was gloomy. "Let's start with Serado, who is ready to die with us."

Avrenya nodded.

……

late at night.

Celado leaves through the prison gate.

A floating car was waiting outside the prison gate.

The driver opened the car door, put a coat on Serrado, handed him a cigar, cut off the end of the cigar and lit it. The service was very good.

"Idiot." Serado cursed at the prison, turned around and entered the hovercraft.

The driver also got in and took off in the hovercraft.

Serrado looked down at the city from the car window.

The rebel soldiers and the newly recruited militia maintained order. Two or three superhuman warriors stood motionless on the street like statues, but they would quickly take action after receiving reports from mortal warriors about where the enemy appeared.

Serado watched as three superhuman warriors rushed to a neighborhood occupied by gangs, and then quickly cleared an entire neighborhood as the rebel soldiers who were confronting the gangs watched.

"Our enemies are powerful, but they are not smart enough to let go of a poisonous snake that could have killed them."

Serado suddenly sighed.

Under the warm interior lights, the man who almost stood at the top of Chiavar looked down on everything, including those superhuman warriors.

"We will take back everything that belongs to the guild," the driver said.

"No, we can't take it back." Serado looked at the driver's back. "The people I once served ridiculously thought that we would take everything back, but this is impossible. All we can do now is to do something before we die. Eighty percent of the people in the guild are hated by the rebels to the point of wanting to eat them alive. It is a luxury for us to even stay alive."

The driver nodded in agreement.

Serrado leaned back, crossed his legs, put down his cigar, and white smoke slowly flowed out of his nose.

"Is the nuclear bomb ready?" he asked.

“Just waiting for your authorization.” The driver turned around and pulled out a dataslate.

Serado took the datapad and pressed his finger to the screen.

The datapad began scanning his fingerprints, then projected a beam that scanned his irises.

The superiors of Chiavar do not have implants because it distinguishes them from the inferiors who have been transformed into three heads and six arms.

Although this persistence may occasionally bring some trouble and tediousness.

【welcome.】

The datapad unlocked, revealing an image of a raven.

The driver turned around and shoved the gun into Serado’s mouth. “The Lord of Ravens sends his regards.”

With a dull thud, Serrado fell onto the seat.

The driver ran his hand across her face, and the disguise disappeared, revealing her true face - a smooth silver plane without any facial features.

The hovercraft gradually went away. When passing through a downtown area, the driver opened the door and threw Serrado's body out.

This assassination, like the previous assassinations of overseers and guild mining staff on the Lycaeus satellite, was not intended to do something secret, but simply for punishment and revenge.

Assassinations like this are taking place all over the planet.

Those who tried to secretly contact their masters in prison were shot in the head in the street.

The armed men who had been kept in secret as a backup before the war, and the technicians operating the drones, were killed by the tall figure that emerged from the shadows.

(End of this chapter)