Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 206 Phoenix and Iron Hand

"You are the leader of this war, and that will not change."

"Don't worry that Fulgrim and Ferrus will take away your leadership. Otherwise, after learning about the situation on this planet, they would not choose to come here, but would directly choose to lead the legion to fight back against the greenskins in various parts of the Onus sector."

Angron was a little annoyed by Perturabo's nagging, so he chose to address Perturabo's biggest concern.

"Leadership?" Perturabo said in a deep voice, "This is not a matter of leadership. You are dragging me to this hellhole..."

As he spoke, the Lord of Steel gradually fell silent.

Perhaps he was thinking about Angron's abilities and whether his defense made sense.

Qin Xia glanced at Perturabo.

Perturabo's eyes met Qin Xia's at this moment.

But Qin Xia didn't know why Perturabo was looking at him, and what the Lord of Steel's expression at this moment meant.

As someone who didn't have Angron's ability to read minds, it was extremely difficult to understand Perturabo's thoughts.

"Steel Lord." Qin Xia said, "Any psychological analysis theory on you seems childish and helpless. You are simply the nemesis of psychologists. Your psychology is like the experience of the soldiers who were beaten to death in the Fourth Legion. It is completely random and there is no sign."

Perturabo was silent for several seconds before speaking: "A soldier like you would be beaten ten times a day in the Fourth Legion."

"Fortunately, I am not a member of the Fourth Legion, thank God." Qin Xia looked away. "Whoever becomes your close friend or subordinate is extremely unlucky, because those who are close to you are like being held under the sword of Damocles from the moment they see you, and there is no telling when bad luck will come."

"..." Perturabo was silent.

The transport ship slowly landed on the landing point.

A small number of Third Legion soldiers lined up and walked out after the hatch slowly lowered.

The primarchs of the two legions that arrived brought only a small number of troops. Before they came, they had informed their brothers that they would deploy more troops in other parts of the Onus sector to prepare for a future counterattack after the mortals were completely evacuated to safe galaxies.

Following the soldiers of the Third Legion came the third Primarch, Fulgrim.

The moment the Primarch appeared in everyone's sight, everyone who had not seen him before was surprised.

Because this Primarch, whether in temperament, figure, appearance, or any other aspect, is like the perfect protagonist created in some book, the perfect image of a hero in some ancient legend or modern mythology.

Fulgrim wears purple armor.

Purple represents nobility and magnificence... In the distant past of Terra, there was a saying - "Born in a Purple Room".

The armor of Fulgrim's descendants, the Space Marines of the Third Legion, is also mainly purple, with double-headed eagles and lightning decorated on the shoulder armor.

That was a favor that the Emperor himself had bestowed upon the Third Legion, allowing them to wear the symbols of the Emperor and the Empire, and to call themselves "Sons of the Emperor".

This was a powerful Legion, and their Primarch was perfect.

Ferrus Manus was beside Fulgrim.

Compared to Fulgrim, Ferrus' image appears much more low-key, with his equipment mainly in black tones. His glory as a Primarch is somewhat overshadowed by Fulgrim.

But Ferrus didn't mind it. He talked and laughed with Fulgrim as they walked. It was obvious that he and Fulgrim had a very good relationship.

Ferrus's legion was called the Iron Hands, but no members of the legion appeared in front of everyone at this time. Only he and Fulgrim landed here together.

"Angron, Vulkan, Perturabo."

"My brothers."

Fulgrim's voice was particularly pleasant as he approached the three Primarchs who had been waiting there.

He first hugged Angron, then tried to hug Vulkan but was rejected so he changed to a respectful salute, and finally shook hands with Perturabo.

And Perturabo didn't even look at Fulgrim.

Although Angron had heard about the Iron Lord's appalling interpersonal relationships, he still wondered what Fulgrim had done to offend Perturabo.

Until he sensed Perturabo's state of mind at this moment.

A kind of jealousy and dissatisfaction.

Perturabo was jealous of the praise and attention that the III Legion received from the Emperor. In his opinion, the achievements of the IV Legion and the III Legion were almost the same. In fact, many opponents that the III Legion had difficulty in dealing with could only be dealt with by the IV Legion. However, the Emperor never paid as much attention to the IV Legion as he did to the III Legion.

"Oh, my brother's adoptive father, the head of the think tank of the Twelfth Legion." Fulgrim looked at Qin Xia, walked in front of Qin Xia, bowed slightly politely and then extended his hand.

Qin Xia and Fulgrim shook hands.

From the perspective of a latecomer, Qin Xia observed Fulgrim.

If you didn't know that Fulgrim would become the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh in the future, and would change from the noble phoenix that gives people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze to a snake, then it would be really enjoyable to get along with Fulgrim.

“You knew my father?” Angron asked.

"You mean the kind of acquaintance you have met? No. But I know his name and yours, and your deeds." Fulgrim replied with a smile, "The annihilation battle against the Eldar aliens was stunningly beautiful, almost perfect like a work of art, brother."

Angron smiled and nodded, glancing at Perturabo.

Perturabo frowned and narrowed his eyes, wondering with dissatisfaction what Angron meant by suddenly looking at him.

Angron then sensed it and found that Fulgrim's praise was sincere and not false.

Compared to Fulgrim's activeness, Ferrus is much more silent.

Only after Fulgrim had finished what he needed to say did Ferrus step forward and, with squinted eyes, observe the Space Marines fighting in the fortress.

The Eighteenth Legion doesn't have many people, and the Fourth Legion is busy underground at the moment, so most of the soldiers fighting against the greenskins are from the Twelfth Legion.

"As expected of the Twelfth Legion," Ferrus said in a dull voice, "There is no mutation in the gene seed. We have a large number of people, we charge hard, and we can afford to die."

If someone else said this, it would be nothing short of a provocation, whether it was to Angron, the Lord of the XII Legion, or to Fulgrim. On the one hand, the gene seed of Fulgrim's Third Legion had serious mutations, and a disease called blight was spreading among the legion.

On the other hand, it is true that the 12th Legion charged fiercely. After all, the 12th Legion was previously divided into several units and scattered in various expedition fleets to be used as assault troops, and it also won countless honors and admiration for its genetic father, Angron.

But the statement that so many people can afford to die does not sound like a compliment in any way, although it is true.
But the problem is...

When Ferrus said this, he had no intention of provoking anyone; his praise and admiration were genuine.

He was just thinking of using a compliment to build a closer relationship with the brother he met for the first time.

Angron sensed this and could only respond with an awkward smile: “Indeed, indeed.”

Qin Xia and Angron looked at each other helplessly. They both knew that Ferrus was a person with relatively low emotional intelligence.

But Ferrus is not a bad person after all.

His personality isn't that hard to figure out.

It is not that the mood is changeable and does whatever one wants.

With this in mind, Angron looked back at Perturabo.

Perturabo raised his head slightly, a hint of doubt flashing through his mind.

But the Lord of Steel was sharp-minded, and after all, unlike Ferrus who was a little slow in interpersonal communication, so he quickly figured out why Angron looked at him twice.

With a cold snort, Perturabo turned and left under the puzzled gazes of everyone except Angron.

Angron quickly chased after him.

"What's going on?" Vulkan frowned.

Fulgrim smiled but said nothing.

Ferrus said expressionlessly: "Perturabo is so strange. Trying to figure out his thoughts is nothing but wishful thinking."

Qin Xia thought about it and nodded slowly.

"really."

……

Within the headquarters.

Perturabo somehow recovered and sat quietly in the chair.

The other Primarchs sat in chairs as did the Lord of Steel.

As an important participant in this war, Qin Xia sat next to Angron.

A total of six people held a war meeting together.

Since everyone from Angron to Perturabo expanded upon Vulkan's original strategic idea, Vulkan first introduced the battle situation in the Onus sector so far.

"Before Angron arrived, the Eighteenth Legion and I learned about the Ork invasion after we dealt with the aliens. The astropath in the border system transmitted the astropathic message before he died."

"Then I arranged for the legionnaires to disperse to the star regions to evacuate civilians, while I fought on this world that was under the most severe attack, because I felt that my participation in the war could attract most of the greenskins to this world and relieve the pressure on other worlds."

"Later, the 12th Legion arrived. This world also had a huge number of greenskins, and the evacuation work proceeded normally."

"Until now, the evacuation work has been almost completed. Now that you have arrived, there is no need for this world to exist as a reservoir that attracts most of the greenskins."

As Vulkan was speaking, the ancient relic that intuitively displayed the status of the galaxy adjusted the images it displayed as he spoke, from scenes in the past to scenes in the present.

Fulgrim stood up from his chair, walked to the tactical table, and observed the situation in the entire sector.

The situation of the entire star zone is not presented by ancient relics, but comes from the exploration of combatants, space marines or mortals in various parts of the star zone. This way of obtaining information has a considerable lag, but it is completely sufficient as a source of information for controlling the macro situation.

It can be seen on the sector strategic map that the Greenskins have opened up a transport route in the sector directly to Little Nuceria and occupied the worlds near the transport route.

Most of their forces are now heading towards Little Nuceria or have already arrived there.

Just like a group of ants that discovered honey, they dropped everything they were doing and headed straight for the honey.

"Perfect." Fulgrim nodded. "That is perfect."

Perturabo looked towards Fulgrim.

Fulgrim said excitedly: "We created a bait that the aliens are attracted to, and then attracted them to come here. Those who would have died in the evacuation operation survived, and they can now retreat to a safe system."

"Then we will counterattack and directly kill all the alien enemies in this sector, clean them up, and eliminate them completely."

"This way, the number of civilian casualties will not be embarrassing, and we will complete the strategic mission given to us by our father!"

“The best of both worlds.”

With the exception of Perturabo, all the other Primarchs nodded in agreement.

Angron saw that Perturabo actually agreed, but he just kept silent about it.

"You have also received the other details on the way here."

Qin Xia took over the conversation.

"Now is the counterattack phase, but before that we have to kill the warlord-level orcs in this world."

"The greenskins' behavior in this war was extremely chaotic, relying entirely on instinct to pursue more intense battles."

"But if a warlord emerges, and this warlord comes into contact with the huge number of greenskins in this world and gains influence, then our war will become difficult to fight."

(End of this chapter)