Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 256 Along the way
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Two days later.

"Communicate closely with the 12th Legion and have the Iron Blood and the 12th Legion's flagship, the Steadfast Resolve, advance together."

"No, that's not right. We shouldn't move forward in parallel. My Iron Blood should be a little further forward."

"I have to have the feeling that I am the leader of both legions. Do you understand, Dantioch?"

Amid Perturabo's series of instructions, Dantioch conveyed the orders wordlessly, and then the Fourth Legion joined forces with the fleet of the Twelfth Legion.

The Iron Blood is half a hull longer than the Steadfast Resolve, and judging from the formation alone it does look like the flagships of the two legions.

The Lord of Steel stood by the porthole in the corridor and looked outside with satisfaction. He knew that Dantioch, his seemingly rebellious heir, was following him like a hawk for some unknown reason.

Perturabo found pleasure in the feeling of forcing others to obey.

The Lord of Steel also felt that compared to the Twelfth Legion, which had people who dared to directly accuse Angron but would not be killed, his own Fourth Legion, which had only one thorn in it, was trained by him to be strong both inside and out. It had to be said that sometimes it was necessary to be tough.

Having given the necessary orders, Perturabo turned and headed for the command deck of the Resolute Resolve.

The Lord of Steel cleared his mind as he went, forcing himself to think about other things so that Angron would not be able to detect what he had just done.

After careful preparation, Perturabo entered the command deck.

“Perturabo?” Angron was surprised to see the Lord of Steel. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to go with me two days ago when I asked you?”

"..." Perturabo did not bother to explain, because he knew that Angron could sense his thoughts, and the reason he asked was just to embarrass him again.

The Lord of Steel ignored Angron's puzzled and amused look and walked straight to the holographic imaging device.

"Master of the Fourth Legion." All the naval officers working near the hologram saluted Perturabo.

The Space Marines standing next to the holographic image also saluted Perturabo because they had fought side by side with the Fourth Legion many times before.

"Plan a route." Perturabo stood with his hands behind his back, looking up and squinting his eyes, looking down at the mortals in front of him. "Plan a route that will pass through Olympia. I know that the environment in Olympia will make superluminal travel extremely smooth and fast. If we want to pass through Olympia, it will definitely save a lot of time."

Hearing Perturabo's order, the naval officers all looked at the commander of the Resolute Resolve, Lothala Sarin.

Salin continued with his work and ignored Perturabo's orders.

Angron looked at Salin, surprised.

Perturabo was surprised and angry.

The Lord of Steel stretched out a finger and easily pushed aside a mortal in front of him, then came to Salin.

Salin felt like a fortress was coming before him. The inherent power of the Primarch could not be ignored by mortals.

"Aren't you wearing any hearing aids?" Perturabo leaned forward slowly.

"This is not the Fourth Legion's flagship, the Iron Blood." Saleen put down the work at hand, turned to face Perturabo, and looked at the Primarch without fear.

When Perturabo heard this, his nostrils twitched and his expression became even gloomier.

Salin put his right hand behind his waist and looked at Perturabo without blinking.

Angron was so surprised that he even forgot to teach Perturabo a lesson as the Lord of the Twelve Legions, because he really didn't expect that an ordinary person would dare to face someone like Perturabo.

The Primarchs are transcendent beings, and mortals have always been afraid of them.

Unless this Primarch has a reputation for tolerance and kindness, even so mortals will still be somewhat timid.

Angron had experienced this, and the people he had saved were afraid of him at first.

But Salin...

Angron could sense some fear in her heart, but her courage was greater.

This black-haired woman with a healthy wheat complexion was obviously born on a planet with a cruel environment, and the cruel environment of that planet tempered her will.

"This is the 12th Legion, the World Eaters, not the Dogs of War." Salin spoke again, "The Dogs of War may have to obey your cruel orders, and even give you the illusion that you can command everyone in the 12th Legion at the same time. The World Eaters don't have to obey you, because the difference is that we have our own masters."

Perturabo's chest heaved.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of the Fourth Legion will know what a terrible thing Perturabo will do at this time. If Salin in front of him was not the commander of the World Eaters' battleship, but a trusted Iron Warrior of the level of Trident, he would probably end up being crippled.

"Wait a moment."

Angron, surprised by Saleen's courage, raised his hand and spoke.

Perturabo turned and looked at Angron.

“Perturabo,” Angron said. “I know you said before everyone on the command deck that you didn’t want to go with me, but now you’re coming over to go with me. You must be ashamed of yourself for this, so you need to create something to distract us.”

"But you really don't have to do that."

"I know what kind of person you are, so I'm not surprised that you come over to join us again. If you don't insist on creating some trouble to divert attention, I won't expose you."

"..."

Perturabo hammered the holographic device hard and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"..." Angron looked helpless, took two steps back as if to show weakness, and then made a gesture as if he was going to run forward.

Perturabo suddenly recalled that before Angron kicked him twice on Novsendak V, he had used this posture, used for running and jumping, and for kicking with both feet together.

The Lord of Steel closed his mouth and stood aside silently.

Angron pulled back his stance. “That’s right.”

Perturabo looked away.

“So, when will you get your book on defensive and positional warfare out of your pocket and give it to me?” Angron added.

Perturabo reached out and pulled out the book he had written, tossing it to Angron.

This was the promise Perturabo had made to Angron at the beginning of the Onus Sector Campaign, and now the promise had been fulfilled.

"Prepare to sail," Angron said to Salin, "but first contact my brothers. I want to say goodbye to them. Then contact the Emperor. I want to ask why the Imperial War Council will not allocate new warships to the XII Legion."

Salin did so immediately.

The Resolute Resolve then contacted each of the Legion's flagships.

Angron said goodbye to his brothers.

The war in the Onus sector is over, but the Primarchs and other legions still have to continue doing what they should do.

The only one who failed to contact was the Emperor.

The Emperor had left the system a day earlier.

Angron wondered why the Emperor had not spoken to his adopted father... when it was possible that the Emperor was aware of the existence of another Eternal.

Or perhaps a conversation had taken place. A psychic conversation.

For example, using dreams or something like that... Angron thought that psychics would communicate this way because it was convenient.

……

Qin Xia was lying on the carpet in the library of the White Knight.

Since the Lord of the White Knights almost never sleeps, and today he not only fell asleep but also overslept, the Librarians and sailors did not go in to disturb him.

Snowflakes were falling all over the library.

Qin Xia was lying on the carpet, but in his subjective feeling, he was not lying on the carpet, but in a room that looked very gorgeous.

That was somewhere deep in his memory...

Qin Xia was lying on a large bed that was eight meters long and wide.

There is a golden chandelier above his head. A wall made of monitors faces the bed and is in front of the bathtub where the water is changed every hour. The monitor wall plays his speeches at every press conference.

However, this room is just a bedroom, just a corner of Qin Xia's place on the top floor of the office building.

The room was spacious, but not spacious enough to prevent Qin Xia from dreaming about the place where he lived when he was young - the 24-person dormitory in the orphanage, and his bed located between two bed boards.

"Another fucking beautiful day."

Qin Xia sat up from the bed, looked around, and talked to himself expressionlessly.

Then he stood up from the bed, walked under the bed, put on his slippers, stepped on the balance bike in a daze, and rushed to the bathroom in the bedroom.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, took the toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste on it, and while brushing my face, I rode the balance bike back to the TV wall.

"I don't think we'll ever solve the problem of the human body rejecting foreign substances in 20 years, which makes things like artificial implants that some people fantasize about unlikely, but at least we're trying."

"Miniaturized kidney dialysis equipment is just such a product. It can be worn around the waist and moved around with the user, or it can be hung somewhere while the user sleeps."

"And it's not expensive. You can choose to buy it outright or lease it with a low-interest loan. Remember what I always say? Let the benefits of medical technology advances benefit everyone."

"..."

Qin Xia watched as Qin Xia pointed at something that looked like a belt inlaid with boxes.

This was a press conference he had attended before.

Then the TV wall played the thunderous cheers of everyone.

Qin Xia looked at himself on the screen and smiled triumphantly.

"That was ten years ago." Qin Xia said to himself, "Now there are signs of materials that can prevent the human body from rejecting foreign matter. Perhaps in a few years, these inventions that I was once proud of will be nothing more than some discarded old junk."

"But it doesn't matter. I will work with people in the company to come up with new things, just like we worked out that new material."

“What I like is not my creation, but the respect and gratitude of those who need it when I bring it out.”

"If I waive the interest on the loan to buy that equipment..."

Qin Xia turned around on his balance bike, threw his toothbrush into the bathtub, and went to the cloakroom.

After changing into a fairly decent set of clothes, Qin Xia rode his balance bike to the bedroom door and pushed it open.

Outside the door is the living room closest to the bedroom.

On the right side outside the door is the visitor receptionist. She has the same working environment as the company's front desk. Qin Xia saw this person taking a nap on the table.

Then the sofas in the living room were almost full of people.

Judging from their attire, they were all doctors, and there were hundreds of them.

A group of young doctors were standing in the rest area on the left, which was furnished with sofas and coffee tables.

Standing in the rest area on the right were some doctors who looked very old.

Even if you don't know them, you can tell they come from all over the world just by looking at their appearance.

What Qin Xia knew was that these people not only came from all over the world, but were also elites in the medical field. Some of them were young and energetic medical doctors who had just graduated, while others were seniors who had already been famous for a long time.

Two types of people make up two types of medical teams.

One is radical, the other is conservative.

When these people saw Qin Xia, they all stood up and gathered together.

The sound of the doctors' footsteps startled the female employee who was in charge of receiving visitors. She got up sleepily and murmured, "What happened..."

"It's nothing. Your boss asked you to catch up on your sleep." Qin Xia said.

"Oh." The employee lay back and continued to sleep. Two seconds later, he felt something was wrong. He suddenly got up and looked at Qin Xia awkwardly. Then he quickly straightened his appearance, cleared his throat, and wanted to say something to the doctors in front of him.

But Qin Xia and the doctors had more important things to do, so they ignored her.

Everyone went into the bedroom together, walked to the place where the balance bikes were charged, and each person stepped on a balance bike.

Then everyone quickly went to a place in the bedroom, a small room piled with various medical equipment.

After entering the room, Qin Xia took off his coat and lay on the bed.

In silence, the doctors put electrodes on Qin Xia's chest.

There was a beeping sound.

The doctors removed the electrodes from Qin Xia's body.

"So, the same as before?" Qin Xia asked.

"Yes." An old man nodded. "After repeated confirmation, we have to come to a conclusion that there is indeed a problem with your heart, and it is a serious problem."

"This is congenital." A blonde woman stepped forward and said to Qin Xia, "You have had this problem since childhood, but it was only discovered after you were willing to undergo a checkup because of a serious problem with your body a few days ago."

Qin Xia was a little confused.

After staring at the doctors in front of him for a while, Qin Xia asked the blonde woman, "What's your name?"

"Clary," the woman replied.

"Is there such a person as you in my memory?" Qin Xia asked, "Why do you appear in my memory?"

"You let me in yourself," replied Kelly.

Qin Xia wanted to say something, but Kelly waved her hand.

Everything was done again, except this time Kelly did not appear, but a bronze-skinned female doctor had the same expression as Kelly.

(End of this chapter)