Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 253 I think it’s feasible

“What a grand occasion this is!”

A recorder wearing armor stood on a mountain not far from the core area of ​​the battle between the two sides, holding a camera to film the war scene in front of him.

The narrator pressed the shutter of his camera faster than the Space Marine could fire his bolter at full speed with the second trigger pulled.

"After mankind has sunk into the trough for ten thousand years, now, under the leadership of a man called the Emperor, mankind has risen again and will become the most shining and noble race and civilization among the stars!"

“What a grand occasion!”

"The Primarchs gathered around the Emperor like generals, and the Space Marines stood shoulder to shoulder."

"Am I looking at the fluttering banners of the Legion, blown by the force of the Titan's volcanic cannon? No, I am looking at the future, the future of the entire human race."

“We’re giving everything we have to a great cause!”

The microphone on the narrator's chest records every word he says.

This chronicler had followed and recorded the Emperor's great deeds during the Unification Wars, and now he was doing something equally noble in his opinion.

Record everything in the most dangerous war zones.

Become the bravest battlefield chronicler in the galaxy.

The narrator believed that only someone with courage like himself was worthy of this epic war.

The camera keeps shooting.

Among one of the group portraits of Space Marines that was casually taken by the recorder, there was a photo that even the recorder did not notice at the moment - a photo of the think tanks of the 12th Legion.

Facing the greenskins sweeping towards them like a torrent, the two think tanks used a spell called Integration.

The two think tanks in the photo were posing in a fusion stance in the corner, leaning towards each other at the waist and touching their index fingers.

Even if the recorder noticed the think tanks in a corner of the photo, he would not care, because it just looked like a strange psychic spell posture, nothing more, and people who didn't understand psychic powers couldn't analyze it at all.

Even those who understand psychic powers would only think that this action is really... able to reflect "community".

The narrator made two copies of the photos that popped out of the camera on the spot, and the originals were to be sent to the Imperial War Committee for propaganda purposes.

And the remaining two copies.

The narrator will keep one copy for himself as a reward for his amazing courage.

The other will be presented to the Emperor.

……

The front line of the battlefield.

The Emperor pulled the sword out of the mountain-like corpse of a warlord.

In the distance, a greenskin hiding in the dark suddenly turned into a beast, his aura changed instantly, his eyes glowed green, and he stared at the emperor closely.

That transcendent being is going to use psychic power to launch a surprise attack on the Emperor.

When the psychic torrent that was imperceptible to anyone except psychics, centered on the greenskins, swept towards the Emperor like a raging wave...

The emperor, who had just pulled the sword from the warlord's body, rolled his eyes slightly without raising his head.

The psychic energy wave that was sweeping towards him immediately changed direction, and tens of thousands of greenskins in front of him instantly turned into ashes flying into the sky.

This psychic attack, which was used by the Emperor in turn, produced amazing results. Anyone observing the battlefield from a bird's-eye view would find that a large area of ​​open space had been plowed out in the green ocean-like army of greenskins.

Qin Xia saw this scene and began to analyze the emperor's psychic power.

The psychic power displayed by the Emperor in this battle exceeded Qin Xia's expectations, but the strength of psychic power depends not only on the level of the user, but also on a large number of additional factors such as environmental timing that will greatly affect the release of psychic power.

The fabric of reality on this planet has been weakened to the extreme.

No matter what kind of psychic enemy he encounters, as long as the opponent uses psychic power, the Emperor will have the advantage.

Because for almost all psychics, psychic power is a public resource.

The existence of that transcendent being born from the power of the Greenskins' thoughts, its existence itself, and every influence it exerts on reality, and every creation created by the Greenskins under its control, undoubtedly strengthens the influence of the Warp on the real universe. Therefore, the Emperor's psychic power is greatly enhanced on this planet.

Although the Emperor is not yet the God-Emperor of the future who can appear everywhere and even help humans to recruit Martian soldiers, he is still a powerful psychic, and there is a great possibility that he is the most powerful psychic in the real universe today. For a psychic creature who uses the psychic power of a public resource to defeat the Emperor is nothing but a pipe dream and a fantasy.

When the moment arrived when the Emperor joined the war, the outcome of the war was already determined: as the losers in the internal competition of the Ullanor Empire, these greenskins had no chance of defeating the Emperor. All they could do was to become part of the merits of all the participants in this war and become a stepping stone for the promotion of some Imperial war heroes.

"charge!"

Everyone who was participating in the battle at this time heard the Emperor's order at the same time.

Layers of dark clouds blocked the sun, and the light from the stars in the galaxy could not reach the ground for a short time.

While the surface environment fell into a brief darkness, the Emperor's figure charging in the front shone like a beacon. No matter where you were, who you were, or what you were doing, as long as you turned your head and looked in the direction of the sound, you could see the Emperor's figure shining with golden light.

The mighty man held his sword high, and at his feet were piles of greenskin corpses and the fragments of warlords slain by him and the Primarch.

The naturally strong green-skinned orcs looked like ants under the man's golden light.

No one can resist this picture.

No one could refuse to follow the Emperor's command - to charge.

In the face of the overwhelming human army, the greenskins' resistance seemed increasingly powerless.

Those weapons that might have been effective in the imagination of the transcendental being among the greenskins are now all useless.

It’s not that he didn’t prepare special weapons for the Emperor, but that all the weapons that were originally made to deal with the Emperor were destroyed by the Emperor in the future.

To the transcendent beings, the battles that occur in every timeline, past and future, and with every possible outcome, are important.

Because it is these small steps that lay the foundation for every victory.

But for those who live in the present, the confrontation between transcendent beings is meaningless, because they do not live in the past or the future, but in the present. Everything that happened in the past and the future, and everything that would have happened but was reversed, are just memories of what has happened, or things that have not happened that cannot be perceived. Although the victory of the war is bound to belong to humans, futile struggle is what intelligent creatures like to do most.

"Melta Team!" Vulkan raised his hammer from the warlord's broken head and roared at his descendants who were chasing him.

In front of Vulkan, a group of war machines that looked like iron cans with limbs swarmed in.

There are all kinds of weapons embedded on the arms of those jars, including circular saws that look like modified logging equipment, and even iron pots. Of course, there are also some advanced weapons that look full of green skin style but not particularly lacking in technology.

And behind those war machines called killing tanks, when the psychic energy fluctuated instantly, some Gogo Kongs were teleported to the battlefield by Gogo Mao's incarnation of this transcendent existence.

A barrier rose up where this sudden armored force was.

The Emperor tried to break down the psychic barrier, but the enemy had already rushed in front of him.

When a Gangster King Kong rushed towards the Emperor, the Emperor fearlessly raised his sword and made a gesture as if he was gathering all his strength to chop into pieces anything that came his way.

But the emperor did not strike with his sword.

A gust of snow and wind whistled past.

A Titan with a lustrous white psychic cloak trailing behind him passed over the heads of the Emperor and the Primarch with a spear at the head.

This twenty-five-meter-tall war machine suddenly appeared, suddenly passed over the Primarch and the Emperor, then leaped up and stabbed its spear into the head of the Gorkkopf in front of it from top to bottom.

Angron and Vulkan both recognized this war machine. It was the Titan that Qin Xia could take out anytime and anywhere, a psychic war machine called the God Titan.

Amid the melody of steel wailing formed by the sound of metal breaking, the spear was quickly drawn out, and then the God Titan charged forward, breaking through the formation of killing cans at an extremely fast speed. Holding the shield, he smashed another King Kong after Qin Xia's psychic power was applied to the shield.

There is another one.

The emperor raised his hand, and the Gogo King Kong shattered and scattered all over the ground.

With just psychic attacks, the Emperor had already destroyed a behemoth.

The God Titan charged as usual, completely disrupting the enemy's formation, then slid on the spot, stepping on the wind and snow to slide into some unknown place and disappeared.

"..." The emperor turned around silently and saw Qin Xia standing not far behind him, who had just stopped releasing spiritual energy.

Look back again.

The Emperor saw that the greenskins before him had begun to retreat.

Turn your head again.

The Emperor saw that in the distance, the Chroniclers were filming and recording the entire war.

Seeing that the battle here was over, Qin Xia pondered over the course of the entire battle, and then realized that his side had no tactics at all. Everyone just charged, followed the emperor, charged before the emperor, and now continued to charge.

All we can say is that the Emperor chose the strategy that had the best publicity effect.

"Forward." The Emperor raised his sword and pointed at the planetary control facility in the distance.

Already the Space Marines were advancing, passing between the Emperor and his Primarchs.

"There is a creation like that at the north and south poles of the planet," the Emperor said to the Primarchs and Qin Xia.

"It seems that the greenskins have implanted control devices at the north and south poles of this planet, forming a magnetic field, which is then used to control the entire planet." Perturabo's tone was cold and heavy. "This kind of technological creation is like the whimsical product of the people in the pre-space civilization era of Terra. It is feasible in theory, but in practice it will produce laughable results."

Perturabo looked up at the green-skinned creature in front of him, towering into the clouds and extending into the sky like a needle tip.

He could also see that the planet could not be destroyed by orbital bombardment or other extinction weapons because the two creations at the north and south poles would act as media for the power of the incarnation, like defensive force field generators.

"But the ridiculous thing is, for the greenskins, if they think something is feasible in theory, then it is feasible," Vulkan continued.

The Primarchs present nodded silently.

Although some of them had only heard of the existence of the greenskin species, after this war, they had a very deep understanding of the greenskins.

"..." Qin Xia remained silent.

He has judged the greenskins' outrageous talents and abilities countless times, and now he is too lazy to judge again.

It's nothing that the greenskin engineers can make it feasible in practice just because the theory is feasible. At least the greenskin creations, although outrageous, are traceable and have some principles to them.

Qin Xia has also experienced things that are truly outrageous and incomprehensible.

For example, a commando team from the Blood Axe clan sneaks in to assassinate a Space Marine.

The orcs, each holding a bouquet of flowers, lined up and squatted on the ground, moving towards the fortress that was heavily guarded by humans.

As long as this team of orcs is strong enough and their power of thinking is strong enough, they can hide behind two bouquets of flowers by thinking that “no one can find me”, and under the close surveillance of human guards and monitoring equipment, they can “sneak” into the fortress without alerting anyone.

In addition to their outrageous powers of thinking, they also have technology engraved into their genes.

Their creator, the Ancient Ones, also created a race with the same inventive and manufacturing capabilities - space monkeys.

Qin Xia once saw with his own eyes an Inquisitor's space ape take some scrap metal and tinker with it to create a piece of individual equipment that could see through the enemy's location.

"If I had my thinking power, I would just think of a super-large bomb to blow up this planet." Qin Xia muttered to himself.

I. Thinking.

This common word that sounded very much like the greenskins translating it to humans in real time through psychic power appeared in Qin Xia's mouth, instantly making the Emperor and Primarch present aware of the factor.

Perturabo immediately raised his heavy artillery and aimed it at Qin Xia.

The other Primarchs were either in a trance, or stood in front of Qin Xia like Angron, or pressed down the weapons raised by Perturabo.

The Emperor used his psychic power to detect it, and then put the sword he had just drawn back into the scabbard: "He is not possessed by that thing called the incarnation of hell."

After saying this, the Emperor turned and walked towards the giant green-skinned creature in front of him.

(End of this chapter)