Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 180 The Emperor's Dream
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night.

Angron was in his office sorting through documents regarding the Kiavar War.

The documents will be photocopied and sent to Corax.

The World Eaters would leave the system, and then the Emperor would arrive. Corax would be able to handle many things on his own. The only thing he wanted from the World Eaters was to help speed up the war effort.

After finishing the task at hand, Angron pressed the button on the inside of the desk panel, and the White Knight's laboratory was displayed by holographic projection.

Qin Xia was studying the spoils of the previous Battle of Novsendak No. 5 - bugs - in the laboratory.

"Is the research going well?" Angron said to the holographic projection.

"It went smoothly." Qin Xia picked up a crystal and showed it to Angron. "My ultimate goal is to refer to the principle of insects secreting crystals and create similar equipment to mass-produce this kind of thing. Perhaps the Legion will be able to use my psychic power without my presence in the future."

After saying that, Qin Xia continued to immerse himself in his research.

The Oulina sisters entered the laboratory to help Qin Xia with his research.

“Then I won’t bother you anymore.” Angron stared at the holographic projection for a while, then reached out and pressed a button to cut off the communication.

The office fell silent instantly.

The Primarch tapped the tabletop, touched the ornaments, then looked at the photo on the cabinet behind him - a photo of him and Perturabo after the Battle of Novsendak V.

As soon as he saw Perturabo's ugly face and recalled how this twisted brother behaved after the duel with Perturabo... Angron couldn't help laughing.

Bored, Angron stood up and walked towards the porthole.

Chiaval does not look beautiful.

Lycaeus was bald.

But the fate of both worlds was changed, and both Angron himself and Corax avoided the outcome that a rebel feared the most.

The terrifying outcome is that one's resistance changes nothing.

"It's time for me to embark on my great expedition." Angron rubbed his chin like Qin Xia, thinking about how he should establish an order covering many worlds.

After thinking about it, Angron turned around and prepared to return to his desk to continue working.

But when the Primarch turned around, what he saw was not his desk, but a vast, gorgeous and magnificent command deck.

People were busy on the command deck.

Next to the relief engraved with the emperor's majestic posture, there is a huge fleet outside the porthole.

"Why did you tell Corax that."

The voice sounded.

Angron looked in the direction of the sound and turned to see a throne.

The Emperor sat on the throne, his golden eyes fixed on his twelfth child.

"The Emperor?" Angron did not salute or greet. He looked around, wondering when he had arrived.

"Why did you tell Corax that?"

"That I will lead to nothing changing in Kiavar, that people will remain oppressed, but with the Mechanicus riding on their necks in addition to the Guild?"

The Emperor repeated the question, rising from his throne.

Angron stopped looking around and looked at the Emperor. "Isn't that the truth?"

"What facts?" The Emperor walked up to Angron and looked down at him like a primarch looking down at a mortal. His voice was full of majesty. "That is not even a prophecy. It is merely an illusion created by a psyker using his psychic powers to influence your brain. The so-called future you revealed to Corax was an illusion, a deception."

“So you won’t actually put Kiaval under the supervision of the Mechanicus?” Angron asked, raising an eyebrow.

The Emperor was silent for a moment, then replied in a deep voice: "I will let the Empire manage it."

"..."

Angron remained silent.

The Primarch's silence came from his perception of the Emperor.

The Emperor's current questioning is actually a form of revenge, used to express his dissatisfaction.

Just like Perturabo's way of expressing his displeasure.

Expressing dissatisfaction in a way that is not remotely related to dissatisfaction, just as Perturabo expressed his dissatisfaction through offense and duel.

Angron continued to sense.

The Emperor's revenge at this time in the form of questioning came from his dissatisfaction with him.

Because the Emperor felt that a descendant who could instinctively perceive his inner thoughts should be able to understand him better, and those misunderstandings caused by his failure to express himself should not exist in this descendant who could perceive his inner thoughts.

But Angron was not what he thought.

Even when they first met, Angron blurted out "Emperor".

But Angron should be able to understand the Emperor. At least the Emperor himself thinks so.

Just as Angron had said before, he had sensed the Emperor and knew that the Emperor had an ideal as naive and dreamy as that of the Holy Father and the Mother Mary, that no matter what evil deeds the other party had done, as long as they were willing to compromise and cooperate to overcome all obstacles for the cause of humanity's rise, they could be directly forgiven and tolerated.

Angron had said this was one of the reasons he had joined the Great Crusade.

But Angron acted as if he still misunderstood his father as a cruel tyrant, a super slave owner who wanted to enslave everyone...

The Emperor believed that this kind of misunderstanding should never happen to Angron.

But the problem is...

All the emotions that Angron had sensed about the Emperor before were what the Emperor wanted Angron to sense.

With his psychic powers, isolating Angron's natural abilities was a piece of cake.

During this meeting, Angron could sense that the Emperor did not want him to sense him. "You are sensing me?" The Emperor was startled, and the emotions sensed by Angron were instantly thrown away. "Your abilities have become stronger... When?"

“When I merged with every man in the fleet and annihilated the Eldar fleet,” Angron said.

Because Angron sensed the Emperor's inner thoughts that he did not want to be sensed, the Emperor's gaze gradually became sharper, and then Angron could sense nothing.

In every previous meeting, the emotions that the Emperor did not want Angron to sense were isolated and sealed by the Emperor's psychic energy, but now the Emperor isolated and sealed all emotions.

But this revenge in the form of questioning was still awkward because the Emperor's inner thoughts were revealed.

"Go to the star system eighteen light years away. There are all your descendants who have not returned yet. Your descendants are fighting side by side with a small number of personnel from the 19th Legion. Bring them all here."

The Emperor changed the subject.

"Then go to your other brothers. Perturabo, Vulkan, Fulgrim, Ferrus, your four brothers form a coalition that is facing a powerful xenos empire together."

"Help them finish the battle, and then go with them to the First Legion. The war between us and the Randan Empire will continue..."

Angron raised his hand to interrupt the Emperor in the middle of his words.

The Emperor, whose speech was interrupted, stared at Angron. Although he did not reveal any emotion, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"Why do you treat each of our Primarchs as your own children, yet always speak to them like a slave master commanding his slaves?" Angron asked.

The Emperor was speechless, his face expressionless, and he didn't know what to think in his heart. Then he spoke again: "Go and carry out the orders of your Creator! Number Twelve! Do not waste time on insignificant things, like you did on Nukeria and Salvation Planet!"

Angron held his head high and answered loudly, "Number Twelve reports to the Creator! Number Twelve will not go!"

The Emperor frowned and glared at Angron.

Angron no longer held his head high, and a smile appeared on his serious face. "If my brothers could reject you as decisively and firmly as I did, you might change the way you interact with me and my brothers, for example, change your tone of voice."

“Something like this.”

"My fourth son, Perturabo, please go to the Novsendak system to fight against this powerful enemy. Father knows that you are an expert in defensive and positional warfare. You are the only one who can defeat this powerful alien enemy."

"Then when Perturabo is done, you can walk up to him and pat him on the shoulder: Well done, kid."

"Then say something else, like: I'm proud of you. You've grown up, kid. In the future, I'll take you with me to parade in front of the people and show off our achievements... just like what my adoptive father would say to me."

Angron ignored the Emperor's glaring eyes and continued.

"Why don't you?"

"Because Perturabo is too obedient, like a slave to a slave master. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that about my brother."

"I haven't figured out all of my brothers' personalities yet, but I know they are all very submissive. Otherwise, you will learn not to drive the Primarch you created coldly like a slave!"

Having said this, Angron waited for the Emperor's response.

The emperor's eyes were wide open with anger, and beneath his calm surface his heart was surging with turmoil.

After a long silence, the Emperor finally spoke: "Follow my orders! Follow the orders of your Creator! Number Twelve, you are a genetically engineered product created by me. Your genes come from me and another immortal. Whether from the perspective of blood relationship or the relationship between emperor and subject, you are obliged to follow all my orders!"

"I don't have time for meaningless family matters."

"I am the Lord of Mankind, His Majesty the Emperor of the Human Empire! The fate of billions of humans across the vast galaxy rests on my shoulders."

"Stop your meaningless and baseless speculations and obey my orders, or I will let you know why I am qualified to be the leader of the human race."

As the Emperor spoke, psychic energy gathered around him and Angron, forming a storm.

With just a thought or an emotion, a powerful psychic like the Emperor can mobilize psychic energy to form such a horrifying scene.

Angron still refused to give in. "You are angry. A true god on earth would not be as angry as you are. You know I am right. You know that the way you treated me and my brothers before was not right at all."

"You have crossed the line, Twelve." The blurry figure of a hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared beside the Emperor and warned Angron, "Act according to the orders of the Lord of Mankind, find your remaining offspring, and fight the battle you were born to fight."

“Lord of Mankind?” Angron stared at the Emperor. “A godlike title, but what I sensed was not a god, but a human…”

The restless spiritual energy around gradually calmed down.

The Emperor was not convinced by Angron, but he knew that it was pointless to continue wasting time.

"You and your brothers all inherited one thing from me, but you, Angron, have inherited the weakness I fear most," said the Emperor. "That is emotion. Now I am falling into the hole I dug myself."

Angron nodded. "You can see that I inherited things that you considered bad, so you gave me nothing. Corax was born with knowledge of biology and chemistry, and Perturabo was born knowing how to build war machines."

Angron pressed his fingers to his chest.

"but me?"

"I didn't even know who I was when I climbed out of the amniotic fluid tank. I was shot by those damn Eldar aliens with crystal spears and cried loudly. Then I had to learn the ancient Terran Latin of the Nucerias from the conversation of the slave-hunting team."

Hearing this, the emperor turned his head and looked away.

He turned back to stare at Angron and finally spoke again: "I have something else to give you."

“What?” Angron asked.

"Strengthen your body."

After the Emperor answered, everything around him began to fade and turned black and white.

Angron woke up from his desk and found that everything was normal in the office.

Everything I just experienced was like a dream...

Just as Angron was wondering, the crisis coming from the front made his hair stand on end, and he subconsciously raised his arms to protect his head and neck.

An impact that was invisible to the naked eye hit Angron, like a huge hammer hitting a ball.

Angron flew backwards, smashing the cabinet behind him, crashing through the wall of the office, knocking over a long row of storage racks in the utility room behind the office, and finally falling into the private bedroom further back in the office.

“What the hell…” Angron climbed up from the rubble.

The Primarch was safe and sound, but everywhere he looked was a mess.

(End of this chapter)