Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 255 Preferential Treatment
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Two hours after the Mao incarnation annihilation war ended.

"Now I can be absolutely sure that he is an immortal, just like us."

"Although we still don't know why he appeared in Nuceria instead of Terra, but now, as I said, we can at least be sure that he is an immortal."

"An immortal."

The Emperor kept emphasizing the word Immortal.

Even though two hours had passed, he was still surprised.

At this time, the Emperor was on the command deck of the Emperor's Vision, standing by the porthole and watching the entire fleet bombarding the planet below that had been hollowed out by the greenskins.

An hour ago, all participating troops had withdrawn from the surface. Although the greenskins had been destroyed, this planet was no longer of any value. The existence of this planet would only attract other greenskins who coveted this celestial body that could be transformed into a war planet, and would continue to bring unprovoked disasters to all humans in the entire star zone.

There was a photograph in the Emperor's hand. The photo did not show his heroic figure, nor the passionate scene of a powerful Primarch leading his troops to charge. It was just a scene of Space Marines gathering together and charging forward. In a corner, the technician captured the moment when two think tanks of the 12th Legion used psychic spells.

At this time, many people were present on the command deck, busying around, but no one paid attention to the Emperor because those people could not hear what the Emperor was saying or doing.

Only the one the Emperor wishes to speak with can hear and see.

That man was Malcador, Chancellor of the Imperium of Man, partner and friend of the Emperor, Malcador the Sigillite.

"He is an Immortal? How do you know?" Malcador's question reached the Emperor's ears.

"Because I saw this." The Emperor picked up the photo and took a look at it, then closed his eyes and projected everything in the photo into Malcador's mind.

So, Malcador, who was far away, saw the evidence that the Emperor believed Qin Xia must be an immortal.

Makado thought that the two people's speculation about the identity of Angron's adoptive father would finally come to an end today, and come up with a credible answer, completely put an end to it, and then decide how to treat Qin Xia, whether to become an enemy or a friend, or simply remain silent and ignore it.

But after Malcador saw the photo and the evidence that the Emperor thought was conclusive, there was a moment of silence on Malcador's part.

"What is this?" Malcador asked.

"Look at those two think tanks." said the Emperor.

Malcador then observed the two Librarians carefully, but found nothing. "A movement used to cast a psionic spell... I don't understand what this means."

"It is a movement from an extremely ancient human era," the Emperor replied, "a product of artistic design from an era very, very distant from the present."

"Tens of thousands of years ago? Could it be that the magic of the 12th Legion that can create psychic giants comes from tens of thousands of years ago?" Malcador still couldn't figure out the situation. He was concerned about the poses made by the think tanks in the photos and the motives behind the poses - the use of psychic magic, and how these things were connected to the identity of an immortal.

"Forget it. You are still too young and have not experienced that era, so you cannot tell what this represents or where it comes from." The Emperor did not explain further, but emphasized his point of view. "Qin Xia is an immortal, without a doubt, and an immortal older than you."

Malcador did not object to the Emperor's statement that he was young, for it was an indisputable fact.

Malcador is the youngest of all human immortals. Even though everyone who has seen Malcador thinks he is much older than the Emperor, this does not affect the fact that Malcador is still the youngest immortal.

As for which Eternal is the oldest... Not even the Emperor is the oldest.

Olpersund, who once fought alongside the Emperor for a cause, are the oldest, even older than the Emperor himself.

"All our previous speculations were meaningless. Now we know the true answer to the question - an immortal being born in ancient times."

"He was definitely not born in the Mesopotamian region."

"We immortals once believed that only the Mesopotamian region could produce immortals, but many things later proved that we were just guessing."

"The time of Qin Xia's birth cannot be determined, but at least it can be inferred that it was no later than the 20s according to Terra's ancient century chronology."

The Emperor stated all his inferences.

After listening to this, Malcador felt that this information was too general and vague. It was useless to just know the time when an immortal was born. Only knowing the name of an immortal was the most useful. From then on, whether he became an ally or an enemy with that immortal, knowing the other party's name would be the greatest benefit.

Qin Xia's name is Qin Xia.

But this is just a name that an immortal made up while drifting in the long river of time. It is not the real name of an immortal. The real name of an immortal will be hidden in a deep corner of the immortal's endless memory, and even he himself will not realize that he once had this name.

This is the real name.

Through some ancient witchcraft, one can control a person through his real name, and killing a person is also easy.

Although what the Emperor said was vague, Malcador knew that this was already a huge improvement, because before this, the two were still speculating whether that guy was some kind of Warp God or something like that, because that kind of characteristic that violated all psychic rules was too unique.

Wanting to know the other person's real name now will only lead to meaningless anxiety. It is better to let nature take its course. One day all the mysteries will be revealed.

“Should we have Alpha and Omega send someone to the Twelfth Legion to monitor him?” Malcador asked.

The Emperor thought that this was indeed the first thing Malcador would think of. It was completely Malcador's style.

Espionage, lurking, surveillance, assassination... Malcador just likes these, and as Malcador's collaborator, the Emperor just doesn't like these as much as Malcador.

But the Emperor thought about it and denied it: "Absolutely not. No. 12 has the ability to read minds. His legion cannot be infiltrated by any spy."

"This capability doesn't appear to be invulnerable," Machado said.

The Emperor was silent again.

The Man in the Name of the Emperor thought about it and felt that what Malcador said was right. It was not completely impossible to place some spies in the 12th Legion. If a person's mind could be closed in some way, Angron's prying eyes could be blocked.

But Angron's talent, which was far beyond expectations, was still evolving. Perhaps one day there would be no way to stop him from peering into anyone's mind. If the truth was revealed at that time...

"There is a spy in the 12th Legion, and No. can conclude with absolute certainty that this spy was sent by us... As long as there is a certain probability that this will happen, we should never send spies to the th Legion." said the Emperor.

Malcador nodded slowly from a distance.

He understood what the Emperor meant. As long as there was a 12% chance that sending a spy to the th Legion would not be discovered by Angron, then the spy should not be sent under any circumstances.

If it was like sending spies to other legions, if the spies were discovered, they would not be able to file charges against the Empire without solid evidence. However, the 12th Legion was different. Everyone knew that Angron had the ability to read minds. Once Angron accused someone of being a spy sent by the Empire, everyone would believe it. Some things were like this... As long as there was no evidence, it was not a big deal. But if there was evidence, a small matter would sooner or later become a big deal.

This was exactly what the Emperor was thinking, and after understanding it, Malcador decided to do as the Emperor thought, which was not to conduct any espionage activities against the 12th Legion, nor to gamble on whether Angron would one day grow to the point where his mental detection could not be blocked in any way.

Come slowly, come slowly.

"There is one more thing we must pay attention to."

"Because of some previous events, the relationship between us and No. 12 has become strained. So there are some things we must consider carefully before doing. It's not just about whether to plant spies in the 12th Legion, but also about other aspects. We have to pay attention to them."

"For example, regarding the distribution of military equipment, the 12th Legion should have a relatively high allocation priority."

The Emperor continued to instruct Malcador.

The seal bearer is the prime minister of the empire, but he is in charge of all matters, big and small, handled by the War Committee in the rear of the empire.

"We can turn a blind eye to some things and not point them out or make them public."

"As long as it does not involve issues of principle that we absolutely cannot tolerate, then we should try to prevent No. 12 from doing anything impulsive because of our actions. You know Malcador, he is not a Primarch who puts reason above all else."

All that the Emperor had said was engraved in Malcador's mind.

"The Primarch you least favor, and the one with whom we might have a conflict, is now being treated preferentially." Malcador's tone revealed deep helplessness, but it was not opposition but just a joke.

The Emperor didn't answer.

After the conversation between the two fell into silence, the psychic communication was cancelled and the two went to do what they needed to do.

……

Resolute Resolve.

Perturabo stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the spectacular sight of the fleet destroying an entire planet from the porthole.

Angron and Qin Xia sat on chairs beside the tactical table, chatting casually while everyone else was relaxed after the battle.

"Why would the Emperor say you are crazy?" Angron was very confused, recalling the time when he was on the ground, the Emperor suddenly looked at Qin Xia and said "crazy".

At that time, the Emperor had closed his heart, and Angron could not sense what the Emperor was thinking.

"Heh." Qin Xia smiled, "I made a joke, the kind of joke from tens of thousands of years ago, the kind that only the emperor can understand."

“No wonder.” Angron was relieved.

The smile on Qin Xia's face gradually disappeared, turning into a serious look of thinking.

Using the fusion move on the Think Tank was an unexpected success, but things turned out just as he wanted.

Qin Xia originally wanted to get close to the Emperor, find a way to establish a relationship with him, and then take the opportunity to tell him about the Horus Rebellion when his words were credible. This would be the simplest and most direct way, and he wouldn't have to ask the Lord of Fire Dragon to do it for him.

His goal is to avoid a future in which the human race falls into the abyss of darkness again.

And things are moving in a direction that is favorable to his goals.

Qin Xia thought that the Emperor might have considered him as an immortal now, although that was not the case... but if he possessed the characteristics of an immortal in the eyes of the Emperor, it would be more credible than being a super psychic energy storage person, a characteristic that he himself could not explain.

“Perturabo.” Angron turned to look toward the porthole. “Why are you standing here?”

"Because I want to see what's happening outside," Perturabo said without turning his head.

“So you pointed a gun at my adoptive father down there, but I still let you be my guest of honor, come to the porthole on the command deck of my flagship, stand there with your hands behind your back and watch the view like a master?” Angron stood up and flexed his wrists. “Do you know that you are walking into a trap by coming here?”

Perturabo turned slowly, frowning first, then looking at Qin Xia, and finally his gaze fell on Angron: "You know he has pretended to be a greenskin before. If there is anyone who is most likely to be possessed by that weird thing called the Avatar, I think it's him."

"I think you're the one possessed by something else." Qin Xia looked up at Perturabo and smiled. "The evidence is that you haven't done the Eleventh Draw Kill for a while."

Perturabo glared at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia leaned back, raised his legs and placed them on the tactical table, resting his head on his arms, looking relaxed and fearless.

Perturabo's fists hardened, but after turning to look at Angron, he said in a deep voice: "The Tithe Killing is not something that can be done casually. This is the reason, not because I am possessed by something."

"Oh, that's the reason." Qin Xia said with a smile, "I thought you didn't kill him because you were afraid of Angron's flying kicks."

"Flying kick?" Perturabo raised his fist and head, looking proud. "I..."

The Lord of Steel wanted to say something he always said, like how he had thought of ten thousand ways to counter Angron, or that Angron was no threat to him when he was fully armed. Maybe he couldn't beat him in hand-to-hand combat, but he could create something that could beat Angron.

This is the difference between humans and savages. One can use and create tools, while the other can only fight with his savage physique and talent...blah blah...and other such far-fetched arguments.

Perturabo had even prepared what to say, but stopped abruptly at the word "I".

Perturabo, who had a thousand words in his mind, realized one very simple thing reflexively - no matter how he tried to argue, it was meaningless, because Angron could see through his heart and knew that he just wanted to argue.

Even this reflexive awareness itself would be captured by Angron.

Perturabo was like a pufferfish that inflated and deflated in a fraction of a second.

Qin Xia turned to look at Angron, "The Onus Sector is completely safe. Next we can fight to build a Nukeria Sector."

“Finally.” Angron sighed. “And we can go back to Nuceria at the same time. This is two good things coming together.”

Qin Xia nodded, then looked at Perturabo: "We will pass by Olympia on our way back. If you are willing to come with us..."

"No." Perturabo refused expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)