Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 227 Weird Labo

"So, what kind of irreversible path did the Emperor set for the entire Legion?"

Angron asked Hal calmly.

And Hal looked Angron in the eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction, but also trying to detect some other emotion or information from Angron's eyes, just as Angron could easily detect a lot from other people.

But Hal couldn't see any information, he was really not good at this.

"The Emperor wants to turn the entire 12th Legion into a butcher's corps. All the soldiers will be assembled in the warships and then dropped onto the surface. They will kill anyone they encounter, even friendly forces."

"Is that so? In your opinion, is this the so-called irreversible path he has arranged for the entire legion?"

During Angron's questioning, Hal's face remained expressionless, with only a solemn and murderous look on his face.

Angron could always sense Hal's true nature. He didn't necessarily want to kill a group of people who didn't deserve to die, but he only had the Emperor, only orders, and only the persistence to accomplish his goals in his heart.

Facing the Primarch's questioning, Hal was not at all flustered: "This may not be the Emperor's original intention, but this is how the Legion used to fight. If the Legion's behavior is inappropriate, then the Emperor will definitely stop it. His silence just shows that an executioner legion is needed."

"Oh, so you think the Emperor didn't stop you just because he didn't want to, not because he had so much to deal with that he didn't have time to even look at you. I have a different opinion from you."

"Hal, you know I have the ability to read people's minds."

"I have read many thoughts from the Emperor's mind."

"To be honest, there are many people I am unwilling to save, and some I would even kill myself."

"But the Emperor is different. No matter how evil a person is, as long as he is a human being, he believes that he can still be saved to some extent."

Hal had no doubt that Angron had the ability to read minds.

What Angron said at this time made Hal unable to believe easily, because it was different from the Emperor he knew.

"You don't believe me."

Angron sensed what Hal was thinking at this moment from within his mind.

"It doesn't matter, Hal. You are no one's slave. If you can't tolerate me, you can leave my legion. I can also write a letter of recommendation for you to go to Perturabo, if you wish."

"And if you choose to stay, then I have to tell you that you will not be punished whether you accept the changes I impose on the Legion or not. You can be a marginal person until one day you commit a brutal crime that I cannot tolerate, and I may kill you."

Having said this, Angron waited quietly for Hal's answer.

"Make a decision quickly! Do you admit that he is your sword and obey all his ideas without any reason, or do you choose to leave, or do you want to take a tough approach!" A gladiator roared at Hal.

Hal glanced at the excited gladiator, thought carefully, and finally gave an answer: "I will fight to the death in the 12th Legion, for you and for the Emperor, because becoming a member of the th Legion is the destiny arranged for me by the Emperor, and my personal opinion of you will not affect this arrangement."

"All right." Angron held out his hand to Hal.

Hal took Angron's hand.

Then Hal remained silent and returned to his company.

When he returned, the nearby soldiers moved aside, distancing themselves from Hal.

There were also some warriors among these who were equally dissatisfied with Angron, but being dissatisfied was different from openly contradicting the Primarch repeatedly.

There is a difference between loyal advice and open defiance.

After Hal expressed his dissatisfaction again and received a new response from Angron, everyone talked about some trivial matters again. During this time, Angron could sense that some people still hadn't said what they wanted to say, but in Angron's opinion it didn't matter, as change doesn't happen overnight.

When everyone was almost done talking, the flagship and the legion fleet all stopped.

This means that the Legion has arrived at a new battlefield, in another galaxy in the Onus sector, and the Legion has to clean up the greenskins in the galaxy.

This kind of battle has been fought many times before, and the Primarchs no longer act in a united way, because the remaining organized greenskins are not as large and numerous as they were before on Little Nuceria, and are more like separatist forces.

However, just when everyone thought that this was just another ordinary annihilation battle, the Fourth Legion's fleet appeared at the other end of the galaxy.

The fleet of the Fourth Legion is very easy to recognize. The one led by a flagship without portholes is definitely the Fourth Legion.

Not long after the two fleets jumped out of the subspace one after another, the Fourth Legion fleet sent some transport planes to fly to the flagship of the Twelfth Legion.

When the news reached Angron that the 4th Legion's Primarch Perturabo was about to arrive on the command deck, Angron immediately went to the command deck.

……

Inside the command deck.

Angron stood at the edge of the porthole, gazing into space.

The Fourth Legion's fleet moved to the side of the 12th Legion's fleet. They seemed to have been prepared for the upcoming battle, as if they had received some kind of prophecy. The reason why Angron could see this was because the Fourth Legion immediately deployed troops to several planets in the galaxy.

At this moment, the sound of the gate opening reached Angron's ears. Angron looked in the direction of the sound and saw Perturabo, fully armed, walking into the command deck with his signature sour face.

Perturabo's sour face is even more iconic than his armor.

"Why are you here?"

"Your self-deprecating adoptive father hasn't come back yet?"

Perturabo and Angron asked each other.

Angron looked dissatisfied when he heard Perturabo's question, but he didn't say anything because Angron sensed a thought in Perturabo's mind.

That was Perturabo trying to help.

"It's a long story." Perturabo sat directly on the command throne that originally belonged to Angron, looking very rude. "Your adoptive father really overestimated his own abilities. He actually took a warship to attack someone else's Craft World."

Perturabo raised his head. "Although I already knew that he was extremely arrogant, I was still shocked when I heard this."

“You actually think he has a lot of courage and guts,” Angron said.

Perturabo hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I always forget that you have the ability to be so unreasonable." "Get to the point." Angron said anxiously. "Have you heard any news?"

"I haven't heard any news, but I know there will be someone who can help you find your adoptive father." At this point, Perturabo showed a hint of sneer on his face, "If you beg me, I will tell you."

"..." Angron was silent.

"You always had the upper hand in the past. I was like a child in front of your unreasonable and rule-abiding abilities. Now I finally have something that can restrain you."

Perturabo's attitude reminded Angron of two children quarreling. Even though the incident was over, one of them always wanted to get back at the other.

This mentality was difficult for Angron to understand, because he could not comprehend Perturabo's obsession, and Perturabo's determination to launch a direct attack and revenge against his unreasonable and rule-breaking abilities.

Faced with this kind of tactic, even if Angron didn't use his mind-reading ability to expose Perturabo directly, he still had a way to deal with Perturabo.

Angron said nothing, but walked silently to the tactical table and began to mobilize his legions.

Perturabo looked at Angron suspiciously, and waited for a moment before speaking: "I thought you cared so much about your adopted father, but it turns out you don't take this matter to heart at all."

Angron had no reaction at all when he heard this, as if he really didn't care and was just busy with the matter at hand.

Perturabo observed Angron, and after a moment's silence, he suddenly saw Angron smiling at him.

It was like a smile that could not be suppressed when one thought of a bad idea and then thought of the effect that this bad idea would cause.

This smile was very scary to Perturabo. Angron's ability to read minds had already made him nervous. With his mind unilaterally transparent, it was difficult for him not to guess whether Angron had some bad idea that would make him extremely embarrassed and angry, but he just couldn't guess what it was, so he was extremely nervous.

A sense of crisis gradually arose and spread in Perturabo's heart. He felt that Angron must have a very bad idea, and this idea would make him look bad.

After sensing Perturabo's thoughts, Angron found a crack in Perturabo's psychological defenses and slowly spoke: "We are fighting a war. We don't have time for small talk. Let's get to the point, brother."

Perturabo felt like he had a way out. Although he was extremely indignant, he still spoke slowly: "Do you know that we have a brother named Magnus?"

"Of course I know. He is very good at using psychic powers." Angron nodded.

He even knew that Perturabo and Magnus had a good relationship, or rather not a bad one—that's what his adoptive father said.

"My father arranged a psychic for me to be my assistant. Although I hated it, I had to agree. That assistant was from Magnus's army."

Perturabo elaborated.

"Help is still on the way, but he has done me a big favor."

"That's when he told me that I must come here and fight alongside you, otherwise your legion will be annihilated because you will encounter the enemy who is most adept at using psychic powers among the greenskins, a psychic warlord."

"Also, in my dream, my father told me that he thought Qin Xia was in danger, so he found someone from Magnus to replace Qin Xia so that this psychic war would not suffer too much loss due to Qin Xia's absence."

After hearing what Perturabo said, Angron realized why the Fourth Legion reacted so quickly and immediately deployed troops downwards as soon as they arrived.

He also realized that if the man under Magnus came, he might be able to find his adoptive father.

“When will he come?” Angron asked.

"In a week," Perturabo said, "if things go badly for us, Father will come and personally organize a war of annihilation."

"The Emperor will come too?" Angron was very surprised. From Perturabo's words, he indirectly felt how serious the situation of the upcoming battle would be.

As for the fact that the emperor came personally to assist in the war, it was not that surprising.

This Great Crusade was originally planned and led by the Emperor himself, and he will appear in the most difficult parts of the Great Crusade.

Just like when Perturabo faced the Zerg aliens in Novsendak, the Emperor also appeared to help.

“We’d better try our best, because this is only a defensive battle. If it really gets to the point where several legions are not enough…” Perturabo did not continue speaking, but Angron still read his unspoken words in his mind.

"Then we are useless." This is what Perturabo did not say.

But Angron was open-minded. He did not want a horrific number of casualties, and it would be nice if the Emperor could help.

"What is the name of Brother Magnus's offspring? What is the name of the psyker you mentioned who was sent to assist us?" Angron asked.

"Kuros. An ordinary person."

If it weren't for the Primarch's amazing memory, Perturabo would not even be able to remember the name of this psyker, because he knew which psykers in Magnus's legion were powerful and which were just unknown people.

Kuros is just a nobody.

"I thought it would be a psyker named Ahriman. I heard that psyker is very powerful in the Thousand Sons Legion and is very reliable when dealing with psionic matters." Angron was somewhat disappointed.

"You also know Ahriman? Did that megalomaniac tell you?" Perturabo suddenly raised his voice, then smiled, "If I were you, I would not let that megalomaniac meet Magnus, otherwise you would definitely see that megalomaniac kneeling in front of Magnus and calling him father."

"What the hell are you talking about."

"You think what I said is wrong? I have long suspected that Qin Xia is a member of the Thousand Sons Legion. Only in the Thousand Sons Legion, a concentration camp of egomaniacs, would there be a guy like Qin Xia. Qin Xia must have been teleported to Nukeria during some witchcraft experiment. This kind of shit happens to them all the time."

"roll."

"huh huh huh huh."

"..."

While the two Primarchs were talking, Dantioch stood in the trident and watched silently.

Dantioch noticed that GeneFather behaved strangely whenever he met Angron.

Sometimes Dantioch had to admit that what the Father of Genes said about Angron's unreasonable abilities was true. Anyone who saw Perturabo humming and laughing at this moment would feel that Perturabo was under some kind of witchcraft.

"If the psychic Kuros isn't strong enough, what's the point of sending him here?" Angron asked.

"That psyker is indeed not powerful enough, but he can predict the future, and the distant future. If we are in big trouble, he can help remind us." Perturabo said.

(End of this chapter)