Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 205 Research Subjects
……

a few days later.

Amid the rolling sandstorm, Gusa, wearing a white robe, slowly walked to the top of the mountain, gazing at the human fortress in the distance.

Looking around, countless of their kind were attacking the only territory belonging to humans on the planet, and the fortress seemed to be undergoing tremendous changes almost every day or even every hour.

The fortress grew larger and larger until it seemed to be larger than life.

"Their defense capabilities and territory are increasing day by day." Gusa judged in a deep voice, looking a little worried.

"They just wanted to contain us on this planet." Hisssi said, "Hiss. It doesn't matter. This has nothing to do with us."

Gusa shifted his gaze from the fortress to his fellows.

The ones attacking the fortress were no longer the beasts from the backward tribes holding machetes. They began to use more advanced weapons, equipped with armor, guns, and even large armored vehicles.

Gusa could also see a Gorkua, which was slowly approaching the defense wall, penetrating into the void shield, and then was intercepted by a very cool-looking shrimp war machine and finally destroyed.

God Titan.

Gusa knew what Xiami called the war machine. It belonged to the green-skinned butcher.

Once in a battle in the desert, the God Titan showed up, fought with King Kong, and finally won the battle.

At that time, the other beasts were stupid enough to think that as long as they built a bigger, more gigantic, more WAAAGH machine, they could just trample the Butcher to death with one foot. But in the end... the Butcher's war machine was even more WAAAGH.

"You are here."

A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Gusa and Hissypii quickly turned around and looked back.

On a small mound nearby, the green-skinned butcher stood.

The huge power armor that is nearly six meters high, the scars left in the legendary battle, and the warlord's head hanging at the waist, all indicate that although the guy in the power armor is a shrimp, he is definitely the WAAAGHest and most powerful shrimp.

"Coming." Gusa nodded and walked towards the mound.

This place is about two kilometers away from the fortress. It is a place in a deep pit that is similar to an open-air dungeon environment. It is far away from any strategic locations outside the fortress, and no beasts or shrimps will come here.

Two days ago, a clever guy who came here to try out a new siege weapon made a mistake in operation and blew up this perfect secret meeting place.

"In my impression, you would be quiet for a while after your warlord died, but why did you launch an attack again less than two hours after I killed the warlord holding two swords?"

Qin Xia asked.

Gusa looked up at the greenskin butcher.

The green-skinned butcher was just like the last time they met in the dungeon, leaning on his battle axe and looking down at him. His tone was not contemptuous but not respectful either. In short, it was like a boss questioning a kid.

While Gusa was stunned, Hisspi had already started to explain: "That...hiss...the warlord you killed was born on this planet...hiss...and the warlord who gave the warlord the lightsaber on the night we first met...hiss...was an outsider like Gusa and I."

The gifted, transformed fart spirit spoke as fluently as ever, and when talking to the Greenskin Butcher, a member of a shrimp race, it tried its best not to use those Greenskin words that sounded irritating.

Except for the "hissing" that it really can't correct.

"So it was that foreign warlord who replaced the warlords who fought their way out of this planet?" Qin Xia said, "Then it's normal that you launched a new attack in such a short time."

"It was you who killed the warlord who gradually rose to power through fighting on this planet...hiss...that outsider just took advantage of the situation..." The fart spirit rubbed his palms with a cunning smile on his face.

Being praised by a fart spirit or a greenskin would not make Qin Xia happy, but the fart spirit Hissing Fart was very special.

"..." Qin Xia was silent for a moment.

Seeing that the butcher stopped talking and he couldn't see his expression through the helmet that looked like a warlord's beast head, Hissing Pit wondered if he had flattered the wrong person or at the wrong time.

While the fart spirit was confused, Qin Xia slowly raised the increasingly sharp battle axe in his right hand and placed it on Gusa's shoulder.

The fart spirit was shocked and panicked.

Gusa didn't react much, but he turned his head to glance at the axe blade.

"So you also know what the warlord is like, and you also know that your green-skinned master wants to kill the smaller ones in order to get the bigger ones, so why don't you fulfill the task I assigned to you before?"

"That orbital bombardment beacon."

"Why not use it to blow up the stronger warlord."

Qin Xia asked in a cold voice, using a little more strength in his hands.

Gusa was also wearing power armor, and his armored shoulders blocked the axe blade, but when the butcher applied light force, the shoulder armor became dented, and the force transmitted from the battle axe to Gusa's body forced him to kneel down.

"We can't see it at all." Gusa's low roar was filled with helplessness and fear. "We don't want to fight with you at all, because we were expelled and want to fight back. If there was a chance to kill the warlord who called on all the beasts to fight to the death, we would have done it long ago."

These beasts that attacked the Onus sector were expelled.

Gusa once again indirectly stated this matter.

However, Qin Xia had already confirmed that these beasts were related to the Ulanno Empire, so he did not ask any specific questions.

"Why can't I see it?"

Qin Xia asked.

"You should have your own tribe now. You should be a beast at the level of a warlord now."

"Before, the two warlords were fighting each other. Now one warlord is dead, and the other one automatically fills the vacancy. Why wouldn't it want to unify you and ride on your neck to command you?"

"No chance to see it? I guess you still don't take my business seriously."

As he spoke, Qin Xia put down his battle axe and raised his huge claws to strangle Gusa's throat.

Gusa was slowly lifted up.

The news of the greenskin butcher killing the warlord has spread throughout the entire planet. It would not have spread so quickly, but the greenskin technology is advancing and developing rapidly. They have not only developed portals but also more advanced communication equipment.

The more advanced and efficient communication methods allowed the greenskins to quickly learn about the warlord's death, and in the communication with each other, the greenskin butcher's thoughts became more and more outrageous. As the greenskin butcher's iconic equipment, the power armor was the most outrageous thing. It became extremely powerful, so powerful that it was like pinching a chicken to hold up an orc of Gusa's size.

However, in Qin Xia's opinion, there was another reason why Gusa was powerless at this time.

"Hiss... That warlord who calls himself the Great Beast King... Hiss... It will invite Gusa to the capital in three days... It refused to meet Gusa before, but I don't know why it changed its mind..."

Hissy Fart eagerly explained for his friend.

"The capital?" Qin Xia was a little confused.

"A settlement built in the underground...hiss...it looks similar to a slum..." Hiss Fart continued to explain, "It followed the example of Ulak, the most powerful and influential being, and proclaimed itself emperor. It also followed Ulak's example and built a capital city...hiss..."

Qin Xia released the hand that was strangling Gusa's neck.

Ulak. Emperor of the Greenskin Empire of Ullanor.

It established a new order among the greenskins, whose hierarchical management system was chaotic. The greenskins, who had been chaotically conquering like primitive people and ancient barbarians, finally had a unifier and a country.

The greenskins began to follow Ulak's example.

Qin Xia interpreted this information from the hissing words.

"Where are the Aida people?" Qin Xia mentioned another thing, "Those pointy ears, what are they doing?"

"They are fighting with us." This time it was Gusa who spoke up. "I led the beasts to fight with them the day before yesterday, and they just took the beating like a turtle hiding in its shell, doing nothing."

Qin Xia nodded, thinking that this was consistent with the information he had learned, and Gu Sa was not lying.

"My lord...his ...

"What do you think the chances are of successfully blowing it to death?" Qin Xia asked.

Hissy Fart thought about this question really hard, and then answered: "Seventy to eighty percent. Hissy. It has some protective equipment, I heard."

"So to be on the safe side, you turn on the orbital beacon first. The others and I will form a decapitation team and send it over. I will handle the rest myself." Qin Xia said.

The hissing fart nodded. Whether or not to kill the warlord had nothing to do with its own interests.

Qin Xia thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will abandon you?"

"Hiss..." The fart spirit thought for a moment, rubbing his palms, his cunning and treacherous look was evident in his words, "Gusa and I want to gain status in the entire race and achieve some goals...hiss...we can cooperate with you...hiss..."

The fart spirit paused, and then said: "Besides, this war will not be the only war. I mean between our race and humans... If Emperor Urak will go to war with humans in the future...hiss...Gusa and I can still be useful..."

Hearing this, Qin Xia nodded.

However, in his opinion, the role that Gusa and Hisspiel may play in the future is not very important. After all, the greenskins are a war-crazy race, and it is not very meaningful to just get some intelligence.

The key point is that he wants to test how far Gusa, the greenskin who is seeking fame and reputation, can go.

Guza is an accidental accident, a collection of coincidences, made controllable by his fate of never being able to defeat the greenskin butcher.

A perfect research target.

"Remember, turn on the teleportation beacon and wait for me to teleport over."

"Or you could remove the device that is used to block the perception of the warlord."

Qin Xia slowly retreated and gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

Hissing Fart stood on Gusa's shoulder and clumsily imitated the gestures of a human saluting.

After confirming that the green-skinned butcher had disappeared, Hissing Fart looked at Gusa: "He's not easy to talk to, is he? I know you might not..."

Gusa shook his head. "I have come this far from a kid. I have obtained things and status that I could never have dreamed of before. Everything I have paid for this is worth it."

……

Two more days passed.

After a transport ship arrived in the system, the three Primarchs of Nuceria Minor and the top brass of their respective Legions gathered at the landing site.

This time it is still to welcome the arrival of the Primarch.

"Fulgrim and Ferrus are each more arrogant than the other."

"If we bring so many people to greet them in person, they will definitely act arrogantly once they arrive, and then the cooperation between our various legions will become a hotbed for internal conflict."

"You have to decide whether to continue to listen to me or to listen to them in the future."

"..."

Perturabo stared at the transport ship slowly descending from the sky, muttering to himself.

Angron stood next to Perturabo, Qin Xia stood next to Angron, and the Lord of Fire Dragon stood on the right side of the two.

"They are wearing the same pair of trousers."

Seeing that Angron and Vulkan had no reaction at all, Perturabo glanced at Qin Xia and continued to mutter.

"Once they reach a consensus, they will definitely think it is stupid for us to fight a war of attrition with the greenskins on this planet. There is no need to waste our time for the lives of mortals."

"When the time comes, the two of them will just leave with their legions, or take Angron and Vulkan with them, and we won't be able to do anything about it."

"..."

Angron turned to look at Perturabo and smiled. "It sounds like Fulgrim and Ferrus are more difficult to get along with than you!"

“Hmph…” Perturabo rolled his eyes at Angron. “You’ll understand when they take you away like minions and you watch billions of greenskins flood into all parts of the star system.”

(End of this chapter)