Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 212 Sense of Ceremony

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The day when power armor and weapons are forged.

The White Knight, which had previously evacuated after delivering Qin Xia to the surface of Little Nuceria, has been conducting guerrilla warfare to tie down the scattered greenskin fleets in the Onus sector.

Until the White Knight destroyed the pursuers recently, rushed to reunite with the main fleet, and docked outside the orbit of Minor Nuceria.

Inside this warship that belongs exclusively to Qin Xia, there are residences on the upper deck that are exclusively for the ship's senior management.

The residence includes independent mansions, large public baths, halls... In short, it is like a high-end residential area in a city.

As the Lord of the White Knights, Qin Xia had a private audience hall, private bedroom, private dining room and bath in this residence, but he had never used these facilities before today.

On this extremely special day, Qin Xia was soaking in the bathtub, lying on his back.

The "water waves" flowed, driving Qin Xia's body to flow in the bathtub.

On the shore not far away, men and women were stirring the stagnant water in the bathing pool with oars to create artificial waves.

These people are hired service personnel.

According to the requirements of the Lord of the Twelve Legions, everyone on the ship should have a job and be registered.

Since the White Knight was fully staffed, there were of course not many jobs available, so those who could not get proper positions for the time being were sent to the upper deck as service staff.

This is more or less a job. At least these people will not be stranded on the lower deck because of the difficulty in surviving on the battleship, and cause the situation on the lower deck to become a mess.

"God Lord."

"Six o'clock, six minutes, six seconds is almost here."

A young boy ran over and reminded softly.

Qin Xia was floating in the pool with his back to the boy, just raising the hand gesture representing six to show that he heard it.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Qin Xia stood up from the pool.

The muscular body waded through the current onto the landing platform, the water flowing between the contours of his muscles.

The people present can see the God's muscular body, but it is impossible to see everything about the God, because from the perspective of others, part of the God is hidden in the shadows.

Qin Xia stood on the table with his arms outstretched.

People came forward to dry Qin Xia's body, and then put an extremely loose black robe on Qin Xia.

The robe was a gift—hand-sewn by the captain's family.

Such a gift is meant to be used on this extremely special day.

After wrapping himself in a robe, Qin Xia walked out of the bath and headed towards the equipment storeroom.

When the Lord of the White Knights walked on the corridor with a solemn face, the sailors, officers, and marines who had been waiting there stood on both sides of the corridor and bowed to him.

Qin Xia walked through the corridor and came to the heavy gate leading to the equipment depot.

In front of the gate engraved with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem, the White Knight think tanks stood solemnly on both sides of the road. When they saw the Lord of the White Knights coming, they saluted and then followed silently behind the Lord of the White Knights.

The gate began to scan Qin Xia's iris, and opened with a bang after the verification passed.

The people present were like subjects and distinguished guests of a noble lord, scattered on both sides of the straight red carpet passage in the circular hall of the equipment depot.

The senior officers of the White Knight and their family members who came to join in the fun.

The captain himself, as well as the engineers and honorary sailors who were recruited by the captain with "extra meal" rewards to support the occasion.

These people are the largest in number.

Then there are Qin Xia’s beloved relatives and friends.

The Orina sisters, the Quadrant, Bron, Angron, and the gladiators of the Blood Drinker Guard.

The Primarchs were also present, standing around Angron.

After all, Qin Xia didn't want to make too much of a fuss.

There is no doubt that he is a man of pageantry, but too much pomp and circumstance always seems excessive.

Angron had proposed that the ceremony be performed in the Hall of Triumph.

But Qin Xia thought...it was just wearing armor, there was no need.

"It is only necessary to wear the equipment we made. There is no need for all this arrangement." Ferrus muttered to Fulgrim.

"A sense of ritual," Fulgrim whispered. "I understand."

Ferrus reluctantly looked away and looked at the other brothers.

Vulkan was smiling, Perturabo still had that sour look on his face, but Angron looked excited, as if he was the one who was going to get new weapons and armor.

There was no choice. Now that he was here, Ferrus could only continue to wait in silence.

Qin Xia walked slowly to the center of the circular hall, which had just been renovated by Quadrant and Brown and became a place exclusively for Qin Xia to change clothes.

After Qin Xia stood on the platform, the quadrant's servo skulls began to put armor on him.

Starting from the leg armor, pieces of equipment were installed on Qin Xia one by one.

Qin Xia already had the black shell used to connect and control the power armor after he had undergone the Grey Knight transformation. Qin Xia did not need to undergo any further transformation before he could wear the armor.

In addition, Qin Xia will use psychic power to indirectly assist in controlling the Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Power Armor, so there is no need for the pharmacist to implant memories or habits in him while he is in hibernation, or to spend time specifically learning how to control the power armor.

The structures of armor with silver as the main color were installed on Qin Xia.

As the last two servo skulls flew over with the cloak in their mouths and hung the cloak on the back of Qin Xia's power armor, the armor part was completed.

Everyone present was amazed by the magnificence and thickness of this power armor.

There is one link left.

Quadrant walked towards Qin Xia holding a heavy spear, and then lifted the spear with his limbs and arms.

Qin Xia grasped the spear, swung it to test its flexibility, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Then he used his psionic vision to observe himself from a third-person perspective. He was standing on the platform, wearing heavy and gorgeous power armor, looking majestic.

In a trance, Qin Xia felt like he had returned to the days when he was in the White Scars.

At that time, there was a Space Marine recruit undergoing an armor-bearing ceremony, and I was watching it like this.

Then I really looked forward to having my own armor-introduction ceremony after becoming a Space Marine in the future. I had been looking forward to it until I was taken away by the Grey Knights and traveled through the warp to the 30th millennium.

Nowadays, Space Marines still have armor-granting ceremonies, but perhaps because people are not as poor now as they will be ten thousand years later or for some other reason, it is not as solemn, and the sense of ritual is not as strong as it will be ten thousand years later.

"Now that I finally have my own armor and weapons, I am holding an armor-granting ceremony for myself... It is really not easy."

Qin Xia thought to himself.

No one could hear the sigh in Qin Xia's heart, and no one knew that the Lord of the White Knights had just fulfilled a wish that he had held for a long time.

When Ferrus thought that this ceremony would have some procedures and routines, Qin Xia talked to everyone for a few words, and then most of the people present dispersed.

The ceremony is completely over, with no other routines or processes.

Going through a ceremony just to put on a new suit of armor was something Ferrus found difficult to comprehend.

"Thank you all." Qin Xia walked up to the primarchs and saluted.

Angron looked at Qin Xia's power armor and the weapon in his hand excitedly, as if these two things were worn and held in his hands.

Although Angron could not sense Qin Xia's emotions, he could empathize with everything Qin Xia had experienced at this moment.

"You're welcome. This is conditional anyway." Perturabo said coldly.

"The conditions I agreed to are also conditional." Qin Xia said, "I can't do anything too outrageous, and I can't help with things that are too difficult to climb to the sky. If any of you ask me to slaughter civilians, that's even more impossible."

"Wait. Wait." Ferrus raised his hand to interrupt the conversation between Qin Xia and Perturabo, looked at the Lord of the White Knights, and said seriously, "It's just a set of armor. Don't worry about us making unacceptable conditions."

Fulgrim replied: "At least we can see that you are an expert in fighting greenskins. If our respective legions encounter strong greenskin enemies in the future, you only need to help us as you did to the 18th Legion."

Perturabo said nothing, but Angron sensed that Perturabo was thinking the same thing.

Even Perturabo privately unified the opinions of the various Primarch brothers.

The reason is simple. In this war against the greenskins, Qin Xia can be said to have changed the course of the war.

"Of course, that's no problem." Qin Xia nodded, "Now I can't wait to test this armor and weapons. Remember when I said I could single-handedly annihilate the Eldar aliens wearing this power armor? This is not an exaggeration."

After saying that, Qin Xia looked at Angron, patted his chest, and turned to leave.

"We have two hours before we launch extermination weapons on the surface," Perturabo warned.

"I know." Qin Xia responded without turning his head, then signaled the think tanks and team members including Brown to follow him.

Angron also turned and left, heading for the flagship to provide fire cover for Qin Xia's ground operations. If all else failed, he would wait for two hours before teleporting people out.

Soon there were only four Primarchs left in the equipment warehouse.

Vulkan, Fulgrim, Perturabo, and Ferrus.

The four Primarchs looked at each other, each with a different expression. After several glances, Perturabo spoke first: "You have also met Angron's adoptive father. When each of us came, our father asked us to observe Qin Xia, the wizard, and then make a judgment."

"Judge what?" Vulcan asked.

"Didn't your father send you to a dream and ask you to observe Qin Xia?" Fulgrim asked in surprise.

Vulkan looked confused, it was obvious that he had not been given any special duties by the Emperor.

The Fire Dragon Lord then asked: "Observe Qin Xia, and then make a judgment as Perturabo said? But what judgment should we make?"

Fulgrim was silent.

That's the problem. The Emperor didn't say what judgment he was going to make, he just said he was going to make a judgment.

Whether it was Perturabo, Ferrus or Fulgrim, the orders from the Emperor that the three received in their dreams were vague.

"Then give an objective judgment."

Ferrus said.

"A wizard who knows all about aliens. Considering that the 12th Legion has never come into contact with green-skinned aliens before, Qin Xia's mastery of the characteristics of greenskins makes us suspect that he has an extremely secret past."

"Maybe he lived with the greenskins, or at least fought with them for a long time. For some reason, his past became a secret. Anyway, he definitely didn't grow up on a planet, transform into a space marine, and then meet Angron inexplicably."

"In his past, he has at least had a long history of contact or battle with the greenskins."

Ferrus's statement was tacitly agreed by the other Primarchs.

This is an objective assessment, based on what the Primarchs observed in silence.

A wizard who knows all about aliens.

Has an unknown secret past.

It's that simple.

"I have a question," Ferrus continued, "where did Qin Xia's gene seed come from? He doesn't look like he belongs to any legion."

"Thousand Sons," Perturabo said in a deep voice. "I doubted it at first, but then I decided it was impossible."

When Perturabo said the name of the legion, the Thousand Sons, Fulgrim and Ferrus looked at each other and almost immediately felt that Qin Xia's gene seed came from the Thousand Sons.

But Perturabo denied himself.

Considering that although the Thousand Sons Legion is good at psychic matters, its gene-seed mutation is extremely serious, Fulgrim feels that Qin Xia cannot be a Thousand Son.

"Perhaps he belongs to some secret legion?" Ferrus asked bluntly.

"It's hard to say." Fulgrim shook his head slightly.

The four Primarchs were all thinking about Qin Xia, including Vulkan.

Even if the Emperor had not given Fulgrim, Ferrus and Perturabo the "observation" order, they would have thought about Qin Xia's affairs.

A powerful psyker who knows all about aliens. He was a Space Marine before he raised Angron, but no one knows where his gene seed came from... These are enough to make anyone with any purpose interested in Qin Xia.

(End of this chapter)