Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 200 Classic Melee
"This is something that can guide orbital bombardment."

Qin Xia threw a ball to Hissing Fart.

The fart spirit was extremely happy and relieved to see that his companion was released. He quickly caught the beacon that could guide the orbital bombardment and swallowed it into his stomach for storage.

Qin Xia's psychic vision showed that this fart spirit had been transformed into a very mechanized form. There were no organs or stomach inside its stomach, only tools and parts.

"Wait until you can see the warlord and mark his location with a beacon. You know what to do next."

"As long as you do this, it's no problem for my tribe to let you live, because I think you seem to want to live more than killing like other greenskins."

Qin Xia's voice was calm yet dignified. He thought, no matter what, this greenskin named Gusa would be good for him. A greenskin who could not defeat him by destiny but would continue to grow stronger... Tsk.

Gusa was about to say something when the first greenskin suddenly emerged from the tunnel leading to the crypt.

Qin Xia grabbed Gusa's head with his giant claw-like hands in power armor, and then easily threw the greenskin, who was as big as a general, away.

More and more greenskins were driven into the dungeon. They wanted to rush forward like they had just besieged Qin Xia on the ground, but they were shocked to see the headless body of their general lying on the ground.

The beasts pessimistically discovered that the War General could no longer pose the slightest threat to the green-skinned butcher. Even though the War General was carrying the lightsaber of the Great Beast King, he still posed no threat.

The animals looked at Gusa again.

Gusa was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back. The green-skinned butcher even grabbed his arm when he was punching, and used his fist with gauntlet attached as a weapon to beat Gusa down.

"This tribe no longer has any strong enemies." Qin Xia stepped over Gusa's body and gradually disappeared from the sight of the beasts.

The greenskins looked at each other.

The technical leader who had previously equipped Gusa with power armor squeezed over from the back of the herd and stood at the front.

The technical boss, wearing another set of armor, glanced at the headless warrior's body without mercy and ordered Hiss Fart: "Go and take off the warrior's armor. It can still be used."

Hisssy Fart stood there motionless, as if he didn't hear the order, but his eyes seemed to say I heard it but I don't care.

Just when the technical boss was about to teach Hissing a lesson, Gusa, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up, jumped in front of the technical boss and grabbed his head. His free hand suddenly pierced through the boss' chest and took out a mechanical heart used to strengthen his body.

The more powerful the greenskins are, the taller and stronger they are. The technical boss will transform himself to be taller and stronger.

But Gusa threw the body of the taller and stronger inventor away as easily as a child throwing away a rag doll.

"Now... now this tribe belongs to me!" Gusa roared at the beasts, "It belongs to me! All your beasts and everything you have belong to me!"

"The Great Beast King will send beasts to take over the tribe!" said a big boss.

The next second, the boss was beaten into a pulp by Gusa.

After killing an opponent, Gusa rushed towards other bosses, killing more than a dozen guys who blocked its way, plowing a bloody path among the greenskins, and finally slammed the boss it targeted against the wall, smashing him to pieces.

Another boss was in trouble. These elite soldiers were completely unable to resist Gusa and were easily killed by Gusa.

"Great Beast King? Bullshit Great Beast King!" Gusa roared among the greenskins, slapping his strong chest muscles crazily as he walked, "This warrior! It didn't even last a second in front of the butcher and lost its head, but I, I challenged the butcher time and time again and still survived!"

"From now on, this tribe belongs to me!"

"All of you belong to me!"

Gusa killed another big boss.

"Follow the general. Hiss." Hissing Fart jumped onto Gusa's shoulder and greeted him.

Gusa walked among the beasts and headed toward the surface.

The greenskins followed behind.

Gusa's terrifying style and his domineering attitude of killing anyone he catches conquered most of these greenskins, but there are still some beasts that are not convinced by Gusa and are just thinking about when is the best opportunity to challenge Gusa.

Led by Gusa, the greenskins came to the dungeon of the technical boss's workshop.

Hissy Fart found a helmet and put it on the head of a green boy.

The boy scratched his ears and looked up at his helmet, not knowing what was going on.

"This was left by the technical boss. It was originally for Gusa to use. Hiss." Hiss Fart said, "It was used to read brains, but now this thing belongs to us, hiss, I want to use it in the right place."

After saying that, Hiss Fart looked at the boy.

The boy, wearing a helmet, stiffly answered the question set by the helmet: "I don't believe Gusa's story."

Gusa immediately realized that the helmet was a device similar to a lie detector.

And when it realized this, it grabbed the kid and tore him in half.

"All beasts must be tested." Hissing Fart pointed at the bloody helmet and said, "All beasts...hiss..."

Some greenskins tried to run away on the spot, but were caught and torn to pieces by Gusa.

The remaining greenskins could only line up in confusion and put on helmets one by one to test whether they believed and obeyed everything Gusa said.

Looking at his fellow men who were obedient before him, Gusa fell into deep thought.

It felt that perhaps it would never be able to kill the Greenskin Butcher, and perhaps in the eyes of the Greenskin Butcher it was just a tool used to replace the newly rising warlord.

But it doesn't matter... I don't plan to fight to the death with Xiami in this star region, Gusa thought.

"Maybe one day, we will have the chance to go back." Gusa suddenly said to himself.

Hissing Fart looked at Gusa: "What? Where are you going back to? This is our home."

"Let's go back to our original homeland and compete with His Majesty Ulak who drove us out," said Gusa.

"You think too far ahead...hiss..." Hiss Fart looked at his friend, "You are not as tall as it...you are not as WAAAGH as it...hiss..."

"A week ago, I wasn't as tall as I am now. I was just a kid who was ordered around by the boss." Gusa said, "We must always have dreams. What's the difference between a greenskin without a dream and a shitty Guge?" Hissing thought for a while and felt that although his partner's intelligence could not compare with his own after being transformed and enhanced, it had the advantage of natural intelligence - it could imagine an invisible and intangible goal and work hard for it.

"Kill the warriors of the nearby tribes first...hiss...then you will be qualified to meet the warlord...hiss."

……

In the fortress.

When Qin Xia walked out of the portal, he found that this place was still facing continuous attacks, and the attacks were becoming more and more fierce.

The greenskins swept over the fortress like waves in a tsunami.

The fleet, which has completely gained control of the galaxy, keeps bombarding the greenskins, and in this situation, the greenskins are still able to replenish their forces in large numbers.

Their technology has become slightly more advanced.

"A green-skinned giant has entered the fortress. Run, guys."

Brown walked over in a calm tone and spoke to Kahn and others who were following him.

Qin Xia was in no mood to argue. He walked past Brown, then remembered something and stopped to ask, "Where are Vulkan and Angron? Why don't I see them fighting on the city wall?"

Qin Xia looked at Kahn and said, "They and you should fight on the city wall and show the greenskins how powerful you are. This will be of great benefit to you. There is nothing worth discussing in the headquarters about the defensive battle."

"You need to go to the headquarters." Kahn saluted, "There is a matter that the Primarchs must discuss carefully in the headquarters."

Qin Xia nodded and walked straight towards the command center.

Brown and Kahn went to the defensive wall where the situation was more critical to provide support.

After being quickly teleported into the command center, Qin Xia walked out of the snow and looked at the two primarchs squatting on the ground.

"What did you find?"

Hearing Qin Xia's question, Angron and Vulkan turned around at the same time.

The expressions of the two men couldn't be more serious. They stood up at the same time, making way for Qin Xia's gaze to "pass through".

The body of an Eldar lay on the ground.

The corpse had horrific lacerations on it, proving that it did not die at the hands of humans, but at the hands of greenskins.

"How is this possible?" Qin Xia squatted down to examine the Eldar corpse. "How could an Eldar alien appear in this damn place? I know that wars of this magnitude often turn into multi-racial melees, but isn't the Eldar's way of participating in the war a bit abrupt?"

Angron spread his hands. "I think so too, but they did appear, and the members of the 19th Legion led by Farr all witnessed the Eldar aliens when they were carrying out the assassination mission of the greenskin warlord."

"The Eldar aliens suddenly appeared, just like the NPCs that refresh regularly in the game to advance the plot."

Angron looked at Vulkan and explained, "NPC, refresh, that kind of setting that appears in ancient games. I wonder if there are games on Nocturne. Can you understand..."

Vulkan just nodded silently.

The Fire Dragon Lord gazed upon the Eldar corpse.

Like Angron, Vulkan is hostile to Eldar xenos.

Unlike Angron, Vulkan has a deep hatred for the Dark Eldar.

Because on the planet called Nocturne where Vulkan landed, the locals were always plundered by the Dark Eldar, and then the plundered people became slaves of the Dark Eldar.

Being a slave of the Dark Eldar means you can neither live nor die.

"Didn't you try to sense it?" Qin Xia looked up at Angron.

Angron shook his head. "It was already dead when it arrived. It was a corpse sent back by Fal. I cannot sense a dead thing."

Qin Xia nodded and placed his hand on the head of the elf corpse.

"We must have a better way than eating brains to gain memories." Vulkan said, "I know that Space Marines can gain memories by eating brains, but I personally think that this will make the warriors bloodthirsty."

"I would rather die than eat brains." Qin Xia said and closed his eyes.

The past, not the future, of the corpse appeared in Qin Xia's psychic vision.

An Eldar warrior walked out of the Webway gate. Neither it nor its compatriots carried any equipment that could identify their origins.

The Eldar and the Greenskins were at war with each other.

After clearing a piece of open space, a group of professional logistics personnel called Bonesingers walked out of the webway gate and began to control the spirit bones to build the necessary facilities and construct a defense base.

Others brought out a shadow shield, which could cast a large open area into shadow, making it undetectable and unnoticeable.

But Fal of the XIX Legion and his guards happened to observe the battle and took the opportunity to steal an Eldar corpse.

When Far looked back, he saw a war machine similar to a knight mecha walking out of the webway gate. It was the Eldar's Nether Knight.

The Phantom Knight wears something that can be used to identify his identity.

"The Tuentar Ark World." Qin Xia opened his eyes. "The Tuentar Ark World where you annihilated the entire fleet before."

"It's them again?" Angron felt helpless. "This is incredible. If I could find their Craft World, I would have taken people to blow up their mothership."

"It should have been blown up long ago." Qin Xia stared at the alien corpses, "They have a webway gate, maybe we can find a way to go with them to where they came from..."

Angron thought silently, wondering if there was any way to locate the Ark directly, but then he felt that it was not difficult to locate the Ark directly, but the Ark world was not a planet and it would move.

"Father." Kiel walked into the command room, saluted, and reported, "The Lord of the Fourth Legion has arrived, and the fleet has just jumped into the star system."

Angron turned, as if facing a formidable enemy.

(End of this chapter)