Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 267 Rust
Drop pods loaded with Space Marines and armored units smashed into the oldest and largest city on the planet.

In the innermost part of the city, the Space Marines killed every soldier they saw and set up a defensive position.

Void shields are generated inside the void shield, but they are small and only used to protect the Iron Warriors and the 18th Company of the World Eaters fighting below.

Experienced Iron Warriors, under the command of the Warsmiths, attacked the traffic routes in the city, directly cutting off the defensive support routes of the city walls, which the Warsmiths knew at a glance where they were built, as well as those buildings that might be used as supply storage for defensive battles.

The attacks come not only from the sky, but also from the sea.

The Iron Warriors and mortal troops approached the beach under the cover of large tanks with void shields. The Space Marines simply ignored obstacles such as barbed wire and charged through the fire network, taking turns to provide cover and clearing small fire points one by one.

Titans were also deployed to remove all the large turrets.

The Fourth Army conducted the landing operations with astonishing efficiency.

The defenses of city after city were broken, cities were captured, and void shields were captured.

This was the offensive efficiency of the Iron Warriors under restricted circumstances, even after Perturabo added a new order that the void shields must not be destroyed.

As the war almost came to an end, the Lord of Iron was still plotting ways to instill fear and regret for the rebellion into the souls of the natives.

This plan is nothing more than massacre and spreading fear.

This might make others think that the Fourth Legion is similar to another legion that likes to roam in the dark and like assassinations like the Primarch, but in fact the only similarity is the means.

In any case, if you want to conquer the rebels again, spreading fear and killing may not be the best way, but it must be the simplest and most efficient, but it will leave some hidden dangers...

"We should kill some people, but we shouldn't massacre them." Mago continued to persuade Perturabo tirelessly, "Execute the rulers of each city-state to minimize the impact of the war... If my Primarch were here, he would do the same."

"The 12th Legion is not a good group either." Perturabo looked up and said, "You are cold-blooded killing machines. Remember when you were called the Dogs of War? What qualifications do you, a member of the 12th Legion, have to say this?"

"The 18th Company refused to massacre during the Dogs of War period." Mago said firmly, "Under my control, the 18th Company has never killed any civilians, not even during the Dogs of War period, because I think it is dishonorable! It is absolutely shameful for fully armed superhuman soldiers to kill powerless people like bandits!"

Perturabo wanted to argue, but before he could say anything, he remembered that Mago was indeed different.

Although he was also a serious criminal, but... this guy used to serve a master, and his master was a military noble in a prosperous city-state in Terra.

Glory, order... these impractical things are what people like them pursue.

"Shut up." Perturabo lowered his head, "if you still want to keep your teeth and tongue."

The Lord of Steel continued to plot.

Margo continued to persuade.

By the time Perturabo ordered his men to throw Mago out of the tactical room of the Hound's Fang, his plan was completed.

The first is to kill people on this planet by lot in an orderly and non-chaotic manner.

Then there was the questioning of those who had survived the slaughter, asking who had advocated for war.

Then all those who advocated war and the soldiers were executed.

Destroy or take away the locals' ability to produce void shields, burn down their oldest cities, and then record this part of history.

As for resistance under heavy pressure... When Perturabo learned that the Nucerias could be killed and made slaves for ten thousand years, he became even more convinced that there could be no intelligent creature with self-awareness who would not fear this excommunication.

"Dantioch, let him in." Perturabo ordered the people around him.

Soon Dantioch was brought in.

Perturabo looked at his brood, and he remembered what Angron had said about Dantioch's heart of steel and his sense of justice.

That's why it's the best.

"Collect the void shields and place them in the Iron Blood," Perturabo ordered, "and then hand them over to the XII Legion fleet when they arrive. We still have to travel with them."

Dantioch saluted.

"Then carry out this plan." Perturabo sneered and reached out to pick up the suppression plan he had written on the data tablet. "For those who surrender, I will provide assistance, and for those who rebel, I will impose cruel excommunication. This plan belongs to the latter."

But at this time the Lord of Steel hesitated.

It was as if Angron was standing nearby, watching him...Perturabo had the feeling, but he knew it was an illusion.

Angron is not the emperor. At most, he can read the minds of people nearby, but he cannot see so far.

So to be precise, it wasn't Angron who was looking at Perturabo, but something else.

"You are hopeless," Angron said. "Perturabo."

"They are rebels!"

Perturabo said.

"If they are willing to surrender, or at least send those people out instead of killing them, this planet will not meet the fate I have arranged for them."

“They deserve to be treated as such.”

"Otherwise no one will approve of your rule... What right do you have to rule them? Angron? Just because you are the Primarch? In their eyes you are just an alien freak. You need to conquer and rule them with something else!"

"I'm helping you."

In the Lord of Steel's perception, Angron, who was watching him, also responded after hearing it.

"Why would you help me? What are your qualifications?"

"You have the ability to read minds. Can you tell which ones are rebels and which ones are being coerced? What else can you do besides killing them?"

"Kill, kill, kill, and kill again. You have no other options but to vent your coldness and harshness on your offspring and your enemies. You are my teacher in defensive warfare, but in terms of management and ruling, you are like a high knight."

"Just a reminder. On Nuceria, the term High Knight is the worst possible insult to a ruler, with all the insults and curses I'm too lazy to explain."

Angron's retort sounded very harsh.

This was not the way Angron would speak.

So after hearing this as if it were an auditory hallucination, Perturabo realized that he was talking and debating with himself.

Because this kind of harshness and coldness is Perturabo's own problem - Perturabo himself is aware of this problem.

Wandering between clear cognition and unconscious practice, choosing between good or evil or...

"Primarch?" Dantioch reminded.

Perturabo was pulled back to reality beyond his thoughts.

"What does this have to do with me?" Perturabo asked in confusion. Dantioch frowned.

"Angron is good at sensing people's hearts. He knows who hates him and who is hostile to him."

"Okay, great, let him deal with this mess himself."

"One day when his unstable rule runs into problems and those who fear nothing but slaughter and not favors rise up, he will know how big a mistake he has made and how long he has been making it."

Perturabo paced back and forth as he spoke, and smashed the data tablet with the punishment plan written on it.

Dantioch remained standing.

The Lord of Steel roared angrily: "Go and execute my orders! Take those damn void shields from those damned people and bring them back!"

……

Iron Blood.

Perturabo, wearing a loose robe, turned the corner of the corridor and entered a room under the gaze of several of his descendants.

The door of the room is made of black alloy, and its style is as cold as the corridor.

But the room is a relatively "warm" place. Maybe it's more like a prison compared to the room on the Resolute Resolution... but everything has to be viewed in comparison.

Carlyphon sat in front of the dressing table and saw her brother entering the room through the mirror: "The war is over? Or do you no longer want to fight for those who don't like you?"

Kalifeng didn't know the situation of the legion. She only saw that the 18th Company of World Eaters, including Mago, were not friendly to her brother and did not welcome him as if he were a reinforcement.

"What do you know about matters between the legions?" Perturabo walked to the porthole in the room and stood with his hands behind his back.

The Lord of Steel was silent for a while, then he raised his hand and touched the surface of the porthole that showed the stars. Then the porthole turned into a wall, and then into a city-like landscape made of metal.

This so-called porthole is just a simulated projection device. This room doesn't even have windows on the left or right sides.

What the device was displaying now was the view of the Iron Blood's upper deck hangar outside the room.

"I found……"

Perturabo spoke abruptly and slowly.

"A heart as strong as steel, this is what I ask of my legion and soldiers, and I believe I have done what I asked."

"But then I realized that it wasn't just those losers who couldn't do it. I myself seemed to be less and less able to do it... something I used to be able to do."

When Carifeng heard these words, she looked at her brother standing in front of the string window in the mirror with some confusion, but she couldn't understand what they meant.

She knew nothing about the Legion. After seeing the harmless faces of the Iron Warriors, she wondered why these people looked nothing like her impression of her younger brothers, yet still regarded themselves as "descendants".

But it was precisely because of Kaliphon's temporary lack of understanding that Perturabo was able to continue speaking.

"I have always wanted to make myself as cold and strong as steel, so that I can complete the tasks my father has given me. Complete them perfectly."

“But now I find I can’t do it.”

"..."

After continuing to hear this, Kalifeng asked in confusion: "When did father assign you a task?"

"I am talking about the Emperor, not your father or my adoptive father." Perturabo frowned.

Kalifeng nodded, picked up the makeup brush and skillfully outlined her eyelashes: "Oh, go on."

Perturabo was silent for a moment, then said, "I feel like I'm rusting."

"Do you understand what rust is? It's a piece of metal that has been exposed to the wind and rain for too long, and then it rusts. This piece of metal is equivalent to being finished and can no longer be used."

“I feel like a piece of rusted metal.”

"But what made me rust wasn't the wind and rain, but the power of my terrible brother who didn't follow any rules. I had no secrets in front of him. When a person's innermost thoughts can be dug out and exposed to the sun..."

"terrible."

"..."

At this point, Perturabo had said all he wanted to say.

He also didn't want Kalifeng to understand what he said.

As for his evaluation of Angron... Perturabo didn't know what he would say. He felt that Angron was scary and dangerous. This was from the bottom of his heart, but he really couldn't regard Angron as an enemy, so he couldn't come up with an evaluation.

Kaliphon also had no idea what had happened between Angron and Perturabo.

Just after hearing all that theory about rust, about metal, steel... and so on.

Kaliphon slowly turned her head and looked at Perturabo, with a complicated expression, and said, "You are a living person. Why would a living person want to become a piece of metal? I can understand what you mean. I know that the metal you are talking about is a kind of character... But you are a person. First of all, you are a human being with emotions, thoughts and self. How can you become a piece of metal?"

After saying that, Kaliphon patted the metal table in front of him and said, "A person shouldn't seek to become something like this. The pursuit of the hardness and cold qualities of steel can only ever be a pursuit, and is just an unrealistic self-demand."

Hearing this, Perturabo was a little dazed.

Kalifeng's words made him fall into deep thought.

He once questioned himself in this way, wondering if his ideas were unrealistic and his demands on his offspring were fantastic and impossible to achieve?
But he had only been habitually questioning himself, rather than really thinking that this idea made sense.

But now, Perturabo found that he actually agreed with what his sister said a little.

Perturabo felt that there might be something wrong with him, but also felt that there was nothing wrong with him, and finally attributed this doubt to Angron.

He suspected that Angron's ability was to brainwash people, but he felt that his suspicion was unfounded and was just an incompetent self-protection that was like a lie.

Finally, Perturabo spoke again: "But I can no longer abandon what I have pursued and established. I cannot change my mind overnight. No matter what I think, my Legion and I can only develop according to my original idea."

Kaliphon shrugged.

Perturabo walked out of the room and gave orders to the scion outside.

"Have Dantioch send the void shield to the Hound's Fang. We will leave immediately and not wait for the 12th Legion's fleet to accompany us."

"We went our separate ways."

I took a day and a night off these days, and stopped taking the sleeping pills. I got enough rest. The most important thing is that a friend reminded me that my lack of motivation to do anything might be related to quitting carbs. So I started eating the carbs I had quit before, and after eating three meals of fried rice, I found that I was much more energetic, and I didn’t have the energy or interest to do anything. I have always been a carb fanatic since I was a child. I feel uncomfortable eating ribs without rice, so I thought about quitting it a while ago. Now I think about it, it really started to feel uncomfortable from that time... I really didn’t expect that this person’s spirit could become sluggish just because of quitting carbs...

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(End of this chapter)