Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 237 New Think Tank Member
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Half an hour later.

"grown ups."

"The Primarch calls upon you to the Halls of Glory."

Kiel was standing on the training ground, observing the performance of every soldier. Every video recording of every battle the Legion had previously fought was presented on the holographic image.

This holographic image is different from the holographic images used by the Legion before. It comes from Nuceria and provides viewers with an immersive experience through a very amazing mental link and frequency synchronization technology.

So when he heard the Primarch's orders conveyed by the Centurion in front of him, Kiel, who thought he was on the battlefield, was in a trance for a moment, and then he turned off the holographic image through voice commands.

"What's the matter?" Kil walked up to his centurion and asked in a deep voice.

The Centurion shook his head slightly. "I was stopped by the Primarch when I was passing by him, and he asked me to convey this order, so I don't know what the Primarch wants."

Kiel nodded silently, indicating that the Centurion could leave and do his own thing.

After the Centurion saluted respectfully and turned to leave, Kiel walked out of the training ground and took a super-high-speed means of transportation similar to a train from the training ground at the back of the middle level of the flagship to the Triumph Hall at the top level of the flagship.

Being in the train, watching the two sides of the train rapidly moving backwards, Kiel fell into deep thought.

It has been some time since the Primarch of the XII Legion returned, but his duties have not been relieved.

The XII Legion was not like other legions. After the Primarch's return, the original legion commander became a second-level commander and no longer held the title of Legion Lord.

Why is the Primarch like this?

Kiel fell into deep thought.

However, as a person without perception, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to guess the original body's thoughts.

This meaningless and fruitless thinking allowed Kiel to quickly pass the waiting stage, and the super-high-speed transport arrived at the top of the flagship.

The heavy gates on each car of the train rose.

Whenever Kiel stepped out of the train, he would always look back subconsciously, looking at the means of transportation and the platform.

On this flagship, passengers on public transportation must follow the first-off-last-on rule.

Some sailors who had just gone to other decks of the flagship for maintenance returned. These dusty and tired men walked out of the carriage in groups of three or five.

Kiel frowned whenever he saw these very lax sailors.

He could not tolerate such disorder, even if the other party was just sailors in the navy's combat sequence and not his super-human warrior subordinates.

But since it was useless to say anything, and now that the Primarch had returned to the Legion, some things needed to be reported to the Primarch and then approved by the Primarch, so Kiel did not order these people to be strict again.

Then, under Kiel's gaze, thousands of prisoners were escorted out by two Space Marines.

After seeing Kiel, the two Space Marines saluted in unison, then used beatings and insults to force the prisoners to move forward quickly.

Those prisoners came from all over the flagship. Some of them were thieves who stole things they shouldn't have, some may have smashed important engineering equipment, some simply wanted to start a rebellion, or some had objections to the Primarch.

The Primarch himself will judge each of them.

The Primarch will walk in front of each of them and give them the judgment they deserve based on everything he perceives.

Kiel watched the prisoners leave.

The rest of the people also came out of the carriages. There were hundreds of thousands of them, swarming out in dense crowds.

A small number of these people were wearing naval officer uniforms, indicating that they were naval staff, and they might have come from other parts of the battleship to deliver some very important paper documents.

There are always some documents that cannot be processed through information technology because the Imperial War Council has clear requirements in this regard.

The rest were sailors, most of whom, like the naval officers, came from various other parts of the ship.

Then, because there was no war, some people on the gun deck brought their children and families to the upper deck to visit the Triumph Hall - the Triumph Hall was open to the public from noon to the early morning of the next day.

Kiel guessed that these people had saved some money and spent it all just to feast their eyes on the most solemn and magnificent place on the flagship.

In fact, they are lucky.

Some sailors could never leave their jobs for their entire lives, such as those on the gun deck, who ate, drank, defecated and urinated in the settlement under the giant weapon called the macro cannon.

Under each macro cannon is a neighborhood, known as a settlement.

Kiel knew that some sailors had never left the settlement in their lives, and had never seen anything other than the giant cannon barrel above their heads, and they did not want to leave the settlement.

In the eyes of those sailors, the entire battleship was made up of a series of macro-cannons, and whether it was the Primarch or the Space Marines, all of them lived under the macro-cannons.

However, the macro cannon where the Primarch resides will be very large, and decorated with various precious metals such as gold and other gorgeous decorations.

Therefore, Kiel thought it was a good idea for these people to come to the upper level of the flagship to see the world.

Ordinary sailors could save a little money and come to the upper class to run around everywhere. Although some people thought this was a violation of social order, and Kiel did think it was not orderly, he could empathize with these people, so he felt it was understandable.

“It always brings back memories.”

Kiel muttered.

When he turned his eyes away from the large train roaring away, Kiel suddenly recalled his past again.

At that time, he led the entire legion into this giant flagship and arrived at the Glorious Queen-class battleship. They took the train to the upper deck and were stunned by everything they saw.

Owning the Steadfast Resolve - this was the second happiest thing in the history of the Legion for most people. The happiest thing was the day when the Emperor's Guards arrived at the front line of Novsendak to inform them of the whereabouts of the Primarch No. 12.

Kiel stopped waiting and walked quickly to the hangar outside the platform, ordering the crew who were repairing a small transport plane to take him to the Triumph Hall.

The transport plane took off quickly, flew through the corridor on the upper deck of the flagship, and then sent Kiel to the edge of the no-fly zone where the Triumph Hall was located.

In short, after a long journey, Kiel finally arrived at the Triumph Hall, entered it, and met the Primarch who summoned him.

And the people waiting to be reformed stood in a very neat row in the Triumphal Hall as if they were being reviewed. A glance showed that there were about two thousand people.

“So soon?” Angron waved at Kiel.

Kiel saluted and walked over to stand beside the Primarch.

Kil saw Qin Xia standing in front of the more than 2000 people, very close to them, examining each of them one by one, checking each one as if he was picking out merchandise.

At this time, Qin Xia turned around and nodded to Kil, and Kil saluted again.

Qin Xia turned around and continued to examine the person in front of him, as if he was picking out merchandise.

He really didn't want to examine those people with psychic powers with the eyes of picking commodities, but selecting think tanks was an extremely complicated and rigorous matter that did not allow for the slightest carelessness.

If a malicious bastard sneaks into a legion, the legion will become chaotic and corrupt only after the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change - such as a legion belonging to a primarch named Curze.

But when a psychic, a bastard with psychic powers sneaks into the legion, he doesn't need quantitative change to cause qualitative change, psychic powers can help him cause qualitative change.

By then, whether he exposed himself due to uneasy thoughts or escaped from the legion with psychic powers and did evil everywhere, it would be a very scary thing.

"The two savior gods can examine your souls and hearts respectively!"

"Before you bastards came here, I gave you paper and pen and asked you to write down your life experiences on paper!"

"If you do not write in detail and honestly, the darkest secrets in your heart will be dug out, and then you will be judged! Just like the High Knights who were judged by the two gods!"

The recruiting chief from Nukeria stood aside and roared at the psychics who were being examined by Qin Xia.

Among the more than 2000 people present, only about 20 were psychics, and the rest were all normal people.

So it was the psychics who were being yelled at by the conscription officer, not the normal people who were full of glory and wanted to gain more glory, and who were eager to dedicate their lives and souls to the savior who would completely end slavery on Nu Star.

Those normal people.

They are the outstanding performers in the new year's global gladiatorial tournament of Nukeria. Everyone in the gladiator team stands together, looking at each other with eyes full of encouragement, excitement and expectation with their teammates with whom they have deep friendship.

They are the knowledgeable people selected by the Nuceria Global Literary Examination. They graduated from the most advanced schools in Nuceria and chose to join the Twelve Legions to fight to crush poverty and slavery in more worlds, instead of staying in Nuceria to become a bureaucrat, or being sent to a world saved by the God to become an expatriate bureaucrat with a bright future.

Some of them are warriors who have won merit in the war and have passed the rigorous screening of combat elites within the regular army and are qualified to become space marines.

In addition to these people there were a small number of others who, although they were not from Nuceria or the military, did go through the same selection process.

These few were selected from the worlds that had been rescued by the 12th Legion, and also from the new worlds that were included in the "Greater Nuceria" area by Mago, who was leaving the Legion to carry out the Great Crusade on his own.

It’s just that those worlds have just been conquered and effective rule has not yet been established. Various selection activities cannot reach every corner of the world, so not many elites can be selected.

"These people will become the backbone of the Legion in the future," Kiel said, "along with the Nukelli recruits who have undergone transformation surgery before and are now undergoing rigorous training."

"Of course." Angron was satisfied with 99% of the people here.

Except for those who are being reviewed by Qin Xia.

"How did you get discovered and sent here?" Qin Xia stopped in front of a young man.

The young man had a complicated expression, looking helpless, speechless and embarrassed: "One day I found that I had psychic powers, and then I used this power to hypnotize my neighbor and his wife, and then..."

Before the young man could finish his words, he was suddenly hit by a hammer. His body flew into the air and fell to the ground more than ten meters away.

The young man who was suddenly attacked looked up at Qin Xia in confusion.

"The Minotaur must die!" Qin Xia's expression was cold and his voice was majestic.

A Space Marine stepped forward, grabbed the young man's hair and lifted him up, then turned to look at his genetic father.

Angron, who was supposed to make the decision, was silent for a moment, as if he had sensed something in the young man’s mind, and then ordered the Space Marine, “Put on an anti-psychic collar and send him to the engine room as a laborer.”

The Space Marine was a little surprised when he heard this order, and then realized that the young man he caught must have a lot of things to say, but in front of the extremely powerful and soul-seeing Father of Genes, the darkness in his heart had nowhere to hide, and this damn little bastard got the punishment he deserved.

"Yes." The Space Marine turned around and left with the young man.

The remaining 19 psychics looked at each other.

With the precedent set by the previous bastard, it was hard for the people present not to feel like they were being made an example of; even the collars around their necks seemed to be tightened.

Qin Xia came to the next psychic and looked down at him.

As described in the Nuxing documentary, the Lord's eyes glowed with a cold white fluorescence, which was proof of his power.

The psychic shivered.

Qin Xia silently reached out his hand, grabbed the psychic's arm and lifted it to his chest.

Then the psychic saw a sneer on Qin Xia's face, followed by a cold question.

"Tattoo." Qin Xia leaned closer to the psychic, "Gang member?"

The psychic shook his head vigorously. The tattoo on his arm was something he had had since childhood, not something he had gotten later in life. He had had it since he was born.

Qin Xia looked into the other person's eyes, saw something, then turned to look at Angron.

Angron nodded slightly. "He has some petty theft habits and is a bit cowardly."

Hearing this, Qin Xia had made up his mind. He turned around and walked towards the next psychic, then continued to examine the other party.

There was no need for him to examine anyone, since Angron was present.

But this step is not to obtain any information but to establish authority.

Those psychics who can become think tanks must make a serious impression on the Lord of the White Knights during this initial test.

(End of this chapter)