Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 191 If You Don’t Die, You Will Always Die
"Killed by the Psychic Boy?" asked Quadrant.

In the eyes of this monk, only psychic power could kill a Primarch.

"No." Qin Xia used his psychic vision to check, "If there were a lot of psychic guys on this planet, I would have brought the soulless one down. Vulkan suffered lacerations, and the shape and depth of the wounds were inconsistent, which means he was besieged to death."

Upon hearing this, Quadrant's head extended from the body, approaching every wound on Vulkan's remaining upper body, carefully observing and recording it.

This is a good opportunity to study the Primarch.

Even if mentor Kyle Bohar was here, he would probably not care about his dignity and would have to lie on the ground and observe carefully.

"So he's dead, guys." Olena looked incredulous. "A Primarch is dead. Angron was not even scratched when he was targeted by fire during the Battle of Mach City. How could this Primarch, who was known for his strength, die like this?"

Olya glanced at the door of the medical room and muttered, "And his offspring don't seem to be close to him at all, unlike the 12th Legion soldiers and Angron... They are not sad at all."

Qin Xia looked at Vulcan's body without saying a word.

Under the bright operating light, the wounds on Vulkan's body looked even more horrifying.

These barefoot doctors did nothing but observe the original body.

I don't know what weapon the greenskins used to cause, but the fortress would tremble from time to time, and dust would fall from the ceiling of the infirmary and land in the primarch's wounds.

There is absolutely no anti-bacteria means.

"Just like the cartoons the White Knight's deckhands watched." Qin Xia had a blank expression on his face. "Those who don't die will always die."

The words echoed throughout the room along with the vibrations.

A piece of rubble fell from the ceiling and hit Vulkan on the head.

Vulkan woke up suddenly, supported himself on the ground with his arms and quickly sat up, accidentally breaking the Quadrant's stretched neck.

Quadrant's body fell to the ground and his head fell off. Brown picked up the head and held it in his arms.

Vulkan woke up and looked around. He first checked his body and found that only his upper body was left. Then he turned to look at the uninvited guests in front of him.

"Angron, the guide of the 12th Legion, and Qin Xia, the master of the White Knight Think Tank."

"And a few weird minions of the Guide."

Brown held the quadrant's head in his hands, quickly glanced at the team members, including himself, and began to give a brief introduction.

Vulkan gradually calmed down, glanced at everyone present, then looked at his scattered intestines, and finally fixed his gaze on Qin Xia's face.

Upon hearing the news of the arrival of reinforcements, the Fire Dragon Lord showed no sign of happiness, his eyes full of vigilance: "Angron? Did the Twelve Legions arrive as the Emperor said?"

"Not yet, but soon. One week. One solar week." Qin Xia nodded.

"How many people will the 12th Legion kill?" Vulkan asked angrily, "How many people will they kill, including the friendly troops and civilians who are blocking their way?"

"The situation has changed. After Angron returned, the XII Legion is no longer the butcher legion." Qin Xia said, "They now follow the Primarch, implement the Primarch's will, and fight to save more people."

Vulkan raised his right eyebrow and looked at Qin Xia silently.

This honest man was a little naive after all, and he half believed Qin Xia's casual words.

"Anyway, I'm here to help." Qin Xia said again.

Vulkan thought about it, nodded, looked at the body of the Mechanicus monk lying on the ground, and uttered a dull apology: "I'm sorry... I... I always wake up every time I revive..."

"He doesn't blame you," Brown replied.

Vulkan looked at Brown.

Brown held up Quadrant's head and said, "You broke his vocal device. He asked me to help him say that it's not your fault."

"Bring the repair tools." Vulkan said to the doctor beside him.

Just as the doctor was about to stand up to get the repair tools and Vulkan wanted to repair the quadrant with his intestines exposed, Qin Xia raised his hand.

A beam of light was released from the ring on Qin Xia's middle finger and shone onto Quadrant's body.

Time in a certain area has been reversed.

Quadrant's head flew from Brown's arms and landed upside down on the mechanical neck.

The fragments of the neck also returned until the quadrant was completely intact.

This is one of the functions of Tark's Ring - turning back time in a small area.

"Lord Fire Dragon, what you just did was a normal mental reaction. I was too immersed in my research and forgot to dodge." Quadrant spoke in a cold voice like a machine prompt.

Vulkan looked at the quadrant and then at Qin Xia. Although he didn't say anything, Qin Xia could tell that Vulkan felt that he had met a group of weird people.

"Sorry, but can you..." Vulkan made a please gesture, signaling the team to go out first.

"Do you want me to help you return to your original appearance?" Qin Xia raised his hand.

"Suffering is the iron felt that tempers strong will." Vulkan said as he reached into the most horrific wound on his back and pulled out a sharp thorn.

Qin Xia led the others out of the infirmary and stood outside the door waiting quietly.

Until Vulkan walked out of the infirmary unharmed.

It was even unknown at some point that the Primarch had put on a new set of armor and was carrying a new war hammer.

"It's a miracle of bioengineering." Brown looked at the original body that was alive and kicking again, turned his head and said to Quadrant.

Quadrant watched Vulkan. He could not show any facial expression when he was thinking, but anyone who knew him knew what he was thinking.

Vulkan walked out of the underground command center without saying a word.

The fortress would shake from time to time, and some dust would fall from the corridor onto people.

It seemed that it was not only the fortress that was shaking, but also the hearts of the people.

The mortal auxiliary soldiers who were assisting the Space Marines on the fortress's defensive walls would tremble and take a few steps back after each tremor.

To ordinary people, this was proof that the fortress was about to fall.

Qin Xia and his group walked beside Vulkan and came to the ground together.

After another tremor, people finally found out what caused the tremor.

Qin Xia saw a steel worm coming out of the ground, carrying rubble and running towards the nearest human. The greenskins controlling the worm in the cockpit cheered and howled, but before they could start a massacre as they had imagined, they were destroyed by the concentrated fire of several poison blades parked in the open space of the fortress.

Qin Xia noticed that the ground under his feet was soft. It seemed that this was not the first time that the green worm-like war machine came in.

"Some very powerful Orks were born during the war."

Vulkan walked and talked

"They are bigger and more brutal. I don't know how many there are in total, but I know they will appear when I appear, so I still have to go out of the fortress to kill them."

"I believe that as long as we kill all the largest Orks, the other Orks will lose their unified command, or the Orks from other galaxies will be attracted to this world to join the battle. Either way will be beneficial."

"This is not my wishful thinking, but my experience. I have to do this."

Qin Xia agreed: "The decapitation tactic is very effective and necessary."

Vulkan walked to the helipad and a transport plane opened its door, but the Primarch did not enter. Instead, he stopped and looked down at Qin Xia.

"I am grateful to the 12th Legion and my brother for their support, but to be honest, you are too few in number." Vulkan glanced at everyone around him, "Stay in the fortress, we can hold on until my brother arrives."

"It's true that we are small in number, but our combat effectiveness is not low." Qin Xia said, motioning to the Orina sisters and Quadrant Brown.

They immediately dispersed to help defend the four main defensive walls in the southeast, northwest and northeast.

"I also brought a Titan, but it is in a state of being about to appear and not yet appearing. It can be used at any time." Qin Xia said again.

Vulkan smiled.

Primitive No. 18 felt that Qin Xia was a humorous person. He must have a strong character to be able to maintain this humor after coming to this world.

At the same time, the Primarch also felt that although Qin Xia and his gang looked strange, they were absolutely brave. Their number could be counted on one hand, but they had the courage to run towards the most intense battlefield.

"Let's kill those big greenskins together." Qin Xia walked towards the transport plane, "One more person means more strength."

Vulkan hesitated for half a second. He felt that Qin Xia did not seem like a madman with serious self-destructive tendencies. If he was willing to risk his life, he must be sure of it. So he entered the transport plane with Qin Xia.

The automatic program in the transport plane started working, controlling the transport plane to take off and head to its destination.

Vulkan looked at the fortress outside the plane window, feeling worried.

But concern quickly turned to surprise.

In the Primarch's vision, the woman in strange armor floated on the defensive wall, and a beam of light shot out from her hand, vaporizing all the greenskins wherever the beam passed.

On a defensive wall that was already filled with enemies, the weirdo from the Mechanicus raised an object, and then the greenskins became painful, the weapons in their hands exploded, and the knives that could have cut through the ceramic steel armor were easily shattered by the surface of the armor.

"What are those?" Vulcan turned his head and looked at Qin Xia, asking anxiously, "The Empire's new technology?"

Qin Xia shook his head: "It is the wisdom of our ancestors."

Realizing that Qin Xia didn't want to say more, Vulcan ended the topic and talked about the important things: "Those aliens are intelligent creatures. They have air defense capabilities but they never attack the plane I'm on. Their fighter planes even lead me to a valley to fight those huge aliens."

Qin Xia listened silently.

Vulkan looked incredulous: "If I die, they will even send my body back. There was even one time when they bandaged my wounds and implanted prostheses in me."

"But they do this just to keep fighting challenging battles," Qin Xia said.

Vulkan realized that Qin Xia was not completely ignorant of the Ork aliens or that his knowledge was limited.

"I have a plan."

Qin Xia told what he had been thinking about just now.

"You probably want to maintain a high-intensity war in this world, or even make it so intense that it can't get any higher, so as to continue to attract aliens to join the war and reduce the pressure on other worlds. This is very wise, and I think so too."

"This alien will pursue larger-scale and more intense wars for fun. Although this alien appears to be being commanded, from a macro perspective it is still acting on instinct."

"So we have to think of a way to turn this world into a crazy alien playground, and spread it among the aliens to attract more aliens to come to this world to fight."

Having said that, Qin Xia swallowed.

He suddenly recalled a greenskin force called the Blood Axe Clan. The Blood Axe Clan imitated humans, learned to wear uniforms like humans, and learned to establish a strict command and obedience system like humans.

But the Blood Axe Clan has not appeared yet, which is both fortunate and unfortunate.

Qin Xia continued, "Our idea is feasible, but if we want to do better, we have to find a way to take advantage of the characteristics of this alien. So if I do something that seems very strange and confusing to you, please remember that we have the same goal."

Vulkan nodded vigorously.

So Qin Xia opened his backpack with confidence and took out two paint spray cans.

Hold a paint spray can in one hand, divide the skin surface into two areas, left and right, and press the button to start spraying.

Soon Qin Xia turned into a person with red and blue stripes.

"..." Vulkan licked his lips with a complicated expression, nodded repeatedly as if hypnotizing himself, and murmured, "We have the same goal. We have the same goal."

Qin Xia also had a complicated expression and silently put down the spray can.

The transport plane is flying.

Qin Xia’s thoughts drifted back... to ten thousand years later.

At that time, a guest came to the White Scars, a Space Marine from a special force responsible for dealing with aliens, named Death Watch.

They are specialized in dealing with aliens.

The guest was a lone soldier who was rescued by the White Scars. He fought the greenskins on a planet for seven years.

The guest's equipment had long been broken, leaving only his body, which was painted half red and half blue.

The soldier who looks as tough as Schwarzenegger tells the story of the past in a deep tough voice.

"Yes, I fought those damn aliens for seven years, all by myself."

(Deep tough guy voice.)
"I paint myself funny damn colors, fight the damn xenos, fight in the name of the God-Emperor."

"Bless the God-Emperor, this is surprisingly useful. If it weren't for this damn color, I wouldn't have waited until you, the Librarian, discovered me in the prophecy, and I would have been hacked to death."

(End of this chapter)