Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 183 Shadow Lord
World Eaters Legion Commander Kil sat in the Stormhawk gunship and descended with the gunship.

When you are in the air, you have a broad and long view.

Everyone on the gunboat could see what was happening on the ground.

The world numbered 9091 is a world full of cities, but it is not yet a hive city, nor is it as prosperous as Kiyaval and filled with steel forests.

On the rooftops of houses and in the streets, bodies were strewn everywhere.

The body was pierced by a long black pole that was stuck into the ground.

Judging from the clothing left on the corpses, some of them were soldiers. The soldiers looked different from the imperial soldiers that Kiel had seen before. They should be the army of the original order in this world.

However, the number of soldiers is very small, and most of them are ordinary people.

Men and women of all ages.

"The soldiers of the Twelve Legion during the Dogs of War era were truly cruel."

Hearing this, Kil suddenly turned his head and looked at the seat opposite him, and saw Qin Xia.

When the ten companies left the fleet and headed for World 9091, Qin Xia came from the White Knight to the Resolute Determination, wanting to go along.

This Primarch leader did not bring his think tank, gladiators, or anyone from the Human History Research Association. No one knows why he came.

"That was definitely not done by the soldiers of the 12th Legion!" Kiel immediately defended, "The soldiers who were not changed by the Father of Genes would only give people a quick death, and would not kill in this way. What's the point of impaling dead people on poles? It's meaningless, a waste of time and materials."

"Oh." Qin Xia nodded, "That was done by the people from the 19th Legion."

Kiel was quick to agree: “Absolutely.”

The nineteenth Primarch, Corax, was good and just, but his children were not before his return.

The soldiers of the 19th Legion come from the "Dryland Tribe" of Terra. They are tribal people who survive and reproduce in the arid desert. In order to snatch food and water, they become brave, aggressive and cruel.

It is no exaggeration to describe it as brutal and cruel.

Qin Xia knew this, but he also knew that the soldiers of the Twelve Legions who had not been changed by Angron were just as brutal.

"Shadow Lord Farr, the commander of the 19th Legion." Kiel looked up at the lights in the cabin, recalling what he had heard. "Farr is very cruel. The fighting style of the soldiers of the 19th Legion he led is to conquer a world through assassination and spreading fear."

"That's why I came with you." Qin Xia said, "The people in the dryland tribe are not easy to get along with."

Kiel turned his eyes away from the cabin lights and looked at Qin Xia.

After seeming to hesitate for a long time, the legion commander slowly spoke: "I have always been grateful to you... about... my previous meeting with the Primarch... and... you told us not to leave a bad impression on the Primarch by kneeling."

"It's a small matter." Qin Xia smiled and passed it off.

The Storm Hawk gunship landed on the ground.

A fleet of transport planes carrying ten companies totaling ten thousand Space Marines also landed.

When the hatch of the Storm Hawk gunship opened, Farr, the Shadow Lord of the 19th Legion, was standing on the tarmac.

Seeing the people coming to help, Farr took a quick look and sneered, "I just asked you not to take the soldiers of the 12th Legion from this cesspool immediately, but I didn't ask you to interfere in this war."

"If you are allowed to fight, it will probably take several years. That's with the help of the sons of Angron. I have no choice but to come." Kil responded bluntly.

Farr had a blank expression on his face: "The battle is almost over, you are here to steal the credit."

"If you could spend the time you spend talking nonsense on fighting, you would have reached the home planet of Primarch No. 19 by now." Qin Xia passed by Far.

As Farr stared at him angrily, Qin Xia looked at the poles filled with people near the landing pad and said, "You could have used the time you spent doing this to fight the war. Add to that the time you spent talking nonsense, and you could have reached the home planet of Primarch No. 19 ten years ago."

Before Farr could say anything, Qin Xia and Kiel had already left the helipad.

In the command center, everyone knew the current situation in World 9091.

Far brought only a small part of the 19th Legion, and these people were new recruits from the dryland tribes. Far felt that they fit the combat style of the 19th Legion, so he led them to fight personally, as a training exercise.

And in this world, the battle raged for a month.

All the places marked as "settlement" on the holographic image were marked with red crosses, which meant that Farr's people had destroyed all those settlements.

As for the people in the settlement, they must have become corpses impaled on poles. This is the tribal custom.

"Before you came, I was in charge of the battle," Farr said. "Now your 12th Legion has more troops, and the commander of the 12th Legion has more experience in conquest than I do, so the command will be given to Kiel. I have no objection."

As he said this, Far looked at Qin Xia.

Obviously, he meant that the command should belong to Kiel and not to this man who was not even wearing armor.

Qin Xia didn't think there was anything wrong with this. Kiel was just better at commanding operations, so there was no problem in letting Kiel take command.

"I hate to say this, but you can drive me," Farr said again.

Kiel walked over to the tactical table.

In the 9091 world, there is only one city left that is occupied by locals.

Some green markings indicated that the XIX Legion was infiltrating the city.

A line of numbers next to the city icon indicated that the recruits of the 19th Legion had killed 20,000 people in this city, and used the bodies of 20,000 people to intimidate local people who dared to resist the rule of the empire.

"Assassinate the local ruler, and then the people I brought with us and those already on this planet will attack the city." Kiel gave the order, then pointed at the tactical table and said, "I don't know why you have to waste time on the only remaining city."

"Because I want to completely conquer this world and train new soldiers for the tribe." Farr answered calmly, "What's the point of just completing military goals? In a few decades, these two-legged pigs and dogs will breed a lot of pigs and dogs again, and then start a rebellion. We then come here to suppress the rebellion? That would be meaningless."

Farr walked to the window and pointed to the corpses scattered all over the hill near the headquarters.

"I will bring fear to them, implant fear into the hearts and souls of the two-legged pigs and dogs on this planet, so that they will know who has conquered them, and then they will forever submit as the conquered."

"I respect you, really. The soldiers of the 12th Legion are the bravest I have ever seen. But you never implant fear into the souls of the conquered like we do. You just kill, kill, kill, fight, fight."

"..."

Kiel raised his hand to interrupt the meaningless talk of the 19th Legion Commander. "Don't participate in the siege. Leave here and find your Primarch. I will quickly resolve the battle here and then leave here with my Primarch."

"I voluntarily handed over the command, and this is what happened?" Farr spread his hands. "I can't even fight according to the effective strategy I have been executing?"

"I appreciate your voluntary relinquishment of command, but I cannot tolerate you." Kil pulled out the chainsaw axe. "Otherwise, let's have a fight according to the custom of your tribe and our legion. If I win, you take your people and get out of this world. Otherwise, I will leave." Fal said nothing and silently signaled the officers on his left and right to retreat.

The same is true for Kiel.

Everyone made way for an open space for the two men to duel.

Qin Xia watched from the side, ready to use psychic power to interfere with the duel at any time to prevent Keel from getting injured before the legion went to the Onus star zone to participate in the battle, thereby affecting the battle. The two legion commanders immediately started fighting.

Fal was incredibly fast, constantly dodging with the dagger in hand, occasionally stabbing out a real attack, and occasionally dodging and feinting.

Kiel responded calmly with the chainsaw axe in hand.

When Farr went around his opponent's back and launched a sudden stab with a dagger, Kiel quickly turned around to block.

The two men fought hand to hand, sparks flying.

Just as Fall was about to retreat, Kil quickly headbutted him.

The battle between the legion commanders ended when the Shadow Lord was almost fallen with a bloody head.

There was no back and forth fighting, no dozens of rounds of exciting moves, it ended quickly.

"You failed!" Qin Xia faced Fal and announced the result loudly.

"There is a difference between the slave owners of the dryland tribes who eat sand in the desert and the warriors of the military aristocracy." Kiel confidently put away his axe, turned around and walked towards the tactical table.

The centurions of the 12th Legion sneered and looked down upon Farr.

Farr's officers glared at Kiel.

There was nothing much to say about losing the duel, but Kiel's words angered these slave owners who came from the Terra Dryland Tribe.

Before the Emperor united Terra, the Dryland tribes would often raid the surrounding realms, and there was a deadly feud between the warriors of the military nobility and these slave owners.

Fal clenched the dagger and suddenly rushed towards Kiel. He stabbed Kiel with the weapon in his hand but avoided the vital parts.

Then Farr flew out of the command post and fell into the mud outside.

A shock wave blew Far away.

"The slave owners and warriors of the Dry Land Tribe are different. They don't mind making a sneak attack on their opponents after a duel." Qin Xia slowly let go and looked at Fal, who was crawling out of the mud with a fierce look in his eyes.

Kiel had turned around and hung the chainsaw axe back to his waist. After saluting to Qin Xia, he looked at the tactical table and thought about tactics.

After carefully observing the remaining enemy forces, Kiel felt that the people of the 19th Legion were simply enjoying this war.

Killing people and laying out bodies to terrify the people of this world, and they enjoy it.

Otherwise it would be impossible to explain why a city with less than 200,000 defenders and insufficient defensive facilities could delay tens of thousands of Space Marines for such a long time.

"A hateful wizard like you is not even qualified to be my slave." Fal stood up from the ground, holding a dagger and glaring at Qin Xia, "You are a hateful pig and dog who uses power! You are a born slave! A lowly creature! I..."

"A psyker like me?"

Qin Xia interrupted very calmly.

"A psychic like me can make the heads of slave owners like you explode like fireworks, then sit on your corpses to count your property and say something like, 'It would have been much easier if I had brought a bottle of water to trade for the slave owners' lives.'"

"If you, a bipedal watermelon with legs, didn't have the words 'Legion Commander' carved on the rind, you wouldn't have flown out just now but would have exploded everywhere. Considering that you and your bipedal livestock fighting pigs and dogs, who were originally slave owners, have made some small contributions to the cause of human rise, I decided not to kill you."

"Or I'll crush your head and the others', and then go to Corax and say, 'I killed the slaver sons of your resistance leader,' and he'll probably say, 'You killed them? I thought they were killed by their own stupidity. Anyway, they are my sons, and I'll go put a bottle of purified water on their graves later.'"

Farr was silent, his chest heaving violently.

While Qin Xia was talking sweetly, Kiel had already formulated a strategy and turned around to walk out of the command center.

When passing Farr, Kiel stopped and said, "This war will be over in thirty minutes. Now I have to leave this world and wait in the fleet. I also have to see you and your people leave."

"Don't stand there like an idiot. Find a master who can hold your leash and take you away or tie you up somewhere cool and out of the way." Qin Xia walked slowly, pushed Fal away, and left the command center.

Kiel did not make false claims; the battle in this world would be over in half an hour.

Then the 10,000 people he brought with him and the people who had originally assisted Far in the battle would leave and continue on their journey after the fleet was ready.

The World Eaters Centurions surrounded Fal, ready to monitor these former slave owners from the Dryland tribes as they left the planet.

When Qin Xia was about to board the gunboat, Farr suddenly said, "Wait! You said... my Primarch is the leader of the resistance?"

Hearing this, Qin Xia stopped, turned around, and looked at Fal with pity.

Obviously, Qin Xia restrained his strength and tried his best to avoid words that would hurt the camaraderie of the legion, but he was unable to make Fal helpless and speechless.

What made Farr gasp in silence just now was the information that Corax was now the leader of the resistance.

"That's right." Qin Xia had a compassionate look on his face. "He, like the original leader of the 12th Legion, is a rebel and hates slave owners. Because he was enslaved by a slave owner when he was a child, and was scolded by the slave owner's lackeys. Even the slave owner who enslaved him was not as cruel as you slave owners from the dryland tribes."

Farben's already pale face turned even paler. He slowly raised his head and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he made a swallowing motion.

He now understood why the Emperor had led most of the Nineteenth Legion on the journey to meet the Primarch, but had ordered them to continue the Great Crusade before setting off.

Farr and the people from the 19th Legion also boarded the transport plane.

But the transport plane did not take off immediately.

They sat in the transport plane waiting for the battleship to arrive near World 9091.

They watched the gunboat take off.

They watched as the war on their world ended, and the World Eaters came to the helipad on the landing site and prepared to head to the fleet.

They watched as the ten thousand men brought down by Kiel joyfully told their brothers who had only now been able to return to the Legion about the Primarch.

Then he watched the World Eaters completely withdraw.

Farr was not a man who was easily discouraged, but his own primarch was the leader of a rebellion against the enslavers, while he and most of the others were slave owners from the Terran dryland tribe. It was hard not to make him fall into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)