Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 201 Lord of Steel, Goodbye

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A small transport ship carrying Perturabo and a small number of Iron Warriors entered the atmosphere of Lesser Nuceria.

Little Nuceria.

Angron used this name as the official one.

Inside the transport ship's cabin, Dantioch stood before the Lord of Steel, fully armed and ready to receive instructions from the Gene-Father. He would also immediately join the battle and establish a defense line after the transport ship arrived at the surface fortress.

Perturabo stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at his offspring.

After a brief silence, the Lord of Steel slowly spoke: "You don't have to participate in the battle. I have other plans for you. You, you come with me to meet that bastard Angron."

Dantioch said nothing, but he felt dissatisfied.

The last time at the Battle of Nofsendak V, the Lord of the XII Legion saved the lives of Dantioch and many other Iron Warriors, but Perturabo ordered him to steal the Lord of the XII Legion's weapons.

There was no choice but to do as Dantioch was told, because he hoped that the camp he led and the soldiers who had been unable to be killed by the Lord of Iron could return to the legion.

Now that the Lord of Steel has spoken again, Dantioch has no idea what evil ideas he has up his mind, or what plans he has for him.

"We are here to join the war, my lord. Please let me command the battle." Dantioch tried to find a reason for himself to fight.

It was much easier to face the greenskins with the battle brothers than to face the Lord of the Twelve Legions with the Gene-Father.

"How can you fight, even if you are my trident?" Perturabo said. "You don't understand my ideas at all, and you can't implement the principle of being strong both inside and outside. How can you lead the battle?"

"Yes, I will accompany you to meet the Lord of the Twelve Legions," said Dantioch.

Perturabo saw dissatisfaction in Dantioch's eyes, but he didn't care.

Because he wanted Dantioch, his familiar face to Angron, to accompany him to meet Angron, he had to use words that Dantioch could not accept to belittle him. This was the legitimate reason for not letting Dantioch command the battle.

"Angron may not be happy to see me. He may give me a warning like I did to him last time. But you, Dantioch, have Angron's approval. Will he leave you alone?"

The Lord of Steel thought so in his heart.

Dantioch did not hear the words echoing in the heart of the Gene Father. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and stood behind Perturabo.

Perturabo walked out of the cabin and into the loading bay.

Ten thousand Iron Warriors were already lined up neatly on the deck of this cabin.

The heavy armor that the Fourth Legion was so proud of was also lined up neatly like soldiers.

There are even some weapons that are not in the hands of the soldiers, but are stored in black and yellow patterned containers.

Even the weapons are in very good order, revealing the high demands and standards that the Lord of Steel has for his own legion.

Some legion servants were doing chores on the scene, trembling in fear as they watched the superhuman warriors before them filled with murderous aura.

But the Lord of Steel was not as calm as he seemed at this moment.

As the transport ship got closer to the fortress, Perturabo's worries grew heavier.

The last time I said goodbye to Angron, although Angron was quite particular about taking a photo with me, it felt a bit like he had done his best.

I feel like... it's not out of recognition and admiration for the strength and ability of me, the Lord of Steel, but out of the camaraderie of the Legion that they forced me to be included in the group photo...

The more Perturabo thought about it, the more he felt that one thing was likely to happen - Angron would bear a grudge against him and give him a warning by not welcoming him to the fortress.

"It's better if you don't greet me, or even better, stay away from me." Perturabo thought to himself.

Angron's abilities were too unreasonable, too outrageous, and too excessive.

The ability to directly reveal the inner thoughts of others...

Perturabo thought about it and felt that Angron was like the sea breeze that penetrated all holes, and as the sea wind invaded the fortress, the steel would rust.

I really should stay away from Angron. I have been corrupted by Angron and changed. If I really become friends with him, I don’t know what will become of me.

He is so unreasonable, just like his ability.

As he thought about it, Perturabo's expression became more serious.

The Tridents that had just gathered saw the gloomy back of the Lord of Steel and felt that the Father of Genes was not in a good mood.

The Tridents, the elite among the elite of the Fourth Legion, slowly slowed down their pace, trying to make as little noise as possible, so as to avoid being caught and beaten by the Father of Genes like a certain unlucky guy before.

Or maybe he would be regarded as not strong enough like Dantioch, which is also not good.

"See if there is anyone near the landing site." Perturabo suddenly gave an order, and the sound exploded like a cannonball in the solemn and silent cabin.

A robot servant hurried to check it out, and then came back to report: "The Lord of the Eighteenth Legion is at the landing point."

"Only the Lord of the Eighteenth Legion?"

Perturabo wanted to ask this, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was not a good idea to ask this, so he swallowed the words back.

The mechanical servant did not receive any orders, and when he saw that the Lord of Steel said nothing, he quickly rolled away.

The transport ship was getting closer and closer to the landing point.

Like other warships, the hull has no portholes in order to comply with Perturabo's principle of "no weaknesses".

Perturabo couldn't see what was going on outside, and he felt really uncomfortable.

The transport ship gradually stopped.

The hatch opens slowly.

Vulkan led the chapter commanders here to welcome the arrival of the Lord of the Fourth Legion. When he saw Perturabo's face, he was stunned.

The first impression that the Fire Dragon Lord had of his brother Perturabo was that he was very difficult to get along with, extremely, extremely difficult to get along with.

"Brother." Vulkan said stiffly.

The Fire Dragon Lord was always gentle and modest, no matter who he was with. Even though Perturabo looked like he had the words "difficult to get along with" written on his face, Vulkan felt that as long as he remained humble and gentle, Perturabo might not cause trouble for him.

"..." Perturabo walked down the transport ship in silence.

The Iron Warriors poured out of the transport ships, and then the Servants began to move the supplies brought to this world.

"Why lure the greenskins into this world instead of just blowing it up?"

Perturabo frowned and glanced at the surging green sea outside the fortress.

"What a failure! What a failure! Let the greenskins unite and fight to the death on a worthless world. I really don't know what you and Angron were thinking."

Vulkan's face also looked unhappy. "Should we evenly disperse the greenskins into the star zone? Angron and I can at least ensure that more people in the star zone will be evacuated because the greenskins don't want to take care of them."

"Evacuate the civilians? That's even more stupid." Perturabo didn't care. "The people in this sector should only have one fate, and that is to die in battle. If they can't have a will as strong as steel, they deserve to die under the butcher knives of the greenskins and other weird aliens."

"Survival of the fittest." Perturabo continued, "Your home planet Nocturne has such a harsh environment. Don't the people there know that the fittest survive? Don't tell me that it was the people there who taught you to be like this."

Vulkan's nose twitched, and hot breath like steam came out of his nostrils.

The Fire Dragon Lord glared at Perturabo and tightened his grip on his hammer.

Perturabo's expression was cold and serious, and his brows were furrowed.

"Although we have different ideas, at least you came to help."

came the voice.

Angron, Qin Xia and some captains of the 12th Legion walked towards the landing site.

Perturabo smiled.

“Dantioch!” Angron walked right past the Lord of Steel and came to Dantioch. “Are you alright?”

Perturabo's smile faded.

"Very good, Lord of the Twelve Legions. I'm sorry about what happened last time." said Dantioch.

“Nothing.” Angron shook his head, and then stepped in front of Perturabo. “Brother, you long for me to come and greet you, but you’re afraid that I’ll do the same unnecessary show of force that you did to me before, and leave you hanging on the landing ground.”

"You are judging others by your own standards, Lord of Steel." Qin Xia said with a smile.

Angron looked at his father and smiled. “I think so too.”

"These two are a real pain in the ass to behold," Angron said. "Perturabo, you just thought so, didn't you? But I also know you are glad that I did not take revenge on you as you did."

Perturabo frowned and asked, "The battle situation is so tense, and you are chatting here?"

“My brother, the master of defense, can’t you see how well we hold our ground?” Angron said. “You are a little embarrassed.”

"..." Perturabo didn't want to say anything.

Angron held out his hand. "Thank you for coming to support us, brother. With your Fourth Legion joining the battle in the Onus Sector, a counterattack is just around the corner."

Perturabo raised an eyebrow and took Angron's hand.

Angron looked at the others again. "The weapons and equipment in those containers are gifts from the Fourth Legion. Move them away."

The company commanders immediately arranged for personnel to carry out the transportation.

"I didn't say those things were yours," Perturabo said solemnly.

“Didn’t you?” Angron tapped Perturabo’s breastplate with his knuckles. “That’s not what you really mean. Don’t worry. I’ll accept your gift and say thank you.”

"Hahaha!" Qin Xia suddenly laughed, "I support just sanctions!"

Perturabo glared at Qin Xia and remained silent.

Dantioch observed the Father of Genes and found that the Father of Genes had no temper at all at this time.

It seems that the ability of the Lord of the Twelve Legions is indeed unreasonable, and it makes the Lord of Steel become strange.

The quadrant came slowly.

As a narrator, he wanted to record this scene.

"Come, Quadrant, take a picture of me and my brothers." Angron put one arm around Vulkan's shoulders and the other around Perturabo's.

Perturabo frowned: "I..."

“You know what I’m going to say,” Angron interrupted.

Perturabo stopped talking and took a photo with Angron and Vulkan in silence.

The quadrant takes the photo, which is then divided into three parts and given to the three original bodies.

Vulkan took the photo and put it in his breastplate.

Angron took the photo and put it in his pocket.

Perturabo took the photo and tossed it to Dantioch.

Dantioch seemed to have found something in his office during the time of Lord of Steel, so he quickly raised his hand to catch the photo and put it in his backpack.

"Let's get down to business," Perturabo said. "I cannot accept this planet being used as a reservoir for the greenskins. I think we should destroy it and disperse the greenskins so that we can deploy more troops to various places throughout the sector."

Angron didn't even look at Perturabo, and said to Vulkan, "The Fourth Legion is here, it's stable."

Vulkan nodded.

Angron looked at Perturabo again. "Our brother is a master of defensive warfare. No matter how many greenskins gather on this planet, we can defend it with him."

Perturabo was silent for a moment, then said, "Give me the command, and I will make our defenses on this planet withstand all the attacks from the greenskins."

(End of this chapter)