Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 269 Doubts
The alien identification equipment developed by Quadrant himself will share the detection results with the Space Marines while displaying the detection results.

The Space Marines all felt that the three-meter-tall people in front of them were more like humans, or even a subspecies.

Although they were skeptical, the Space Marines, including Koragg, felt that seeing was not necessarily believing. If human eyes were so useful, why would they develop instruments and equipment?

But in order not to alert the enemy, Korag said nothing. He just kept alert and was ready to pull out the chainsaw axe and chop people at any time.

At the invitation of the three-meter-tall men, the group boarded a dragonfly-shaped flying vehicle and headed for the capital area of ​​the planet.

On the way, Korag asked the representative: "Your slaves are ugly, dirty and smelly. How could people like you choose them as slaves?"

After hearing this question, the local representative smiled stiffly and answered calmly: "No, sir, they are not slaves. The creature I brought with me will only do some things that slaves would do."

Hearing this, Korag looked at the slave kneeling on the cabin floor.

The slave, who was called not a slave by his master, raised his head. He could not speak. His tiny eyes sandwiched between two pieces of fat blinked and he nodded, as if to confirm that what his master said was correct.

At the same time, tears were glistening in its eyes, and its expression was slightly distorted by pain.

Koragg felt sympathy and looked away.

The company commander of the 21st Company recalled an incident.

Something he had imagined in the night and in the peace after the war...

“Will there ever be such a day?”

"I was sent on a solo mission, and then I discovered a huge conspiracy hidden on a planet. Then I solved the conspiracy and received the Slavery Crusher's Glory Emblem bestowed by Gene Father like Mago. Finally, in front of everyone in the Legion, I took off my armor and had the Rope of Triumph carved on me by Gene Father with a dagger."

Koragg pondered in his mind.

……

night.

Koragg spent the whole afternoon discussing with the three-meter-tall men the specifics of the planet coming under the Empire's jurisdiction.

But Kolag was just discussing it with them as a delaying tactic.

After dinner, when Kolag was about to go find the slave he had seen during the day, the slave from the day came to the door of his room on his own initiative.

"Woo woo." The slave whimpered and handed over a document with both hands.

Those were the conditions that Kolag discussed with the locals during the day, and the locals agreed to them.

But Korag did not take this matter to heart. He was more curious about what was going on on this planet. So after putting the documents on the desk, he asked the slaves, "You...you people...what's going on with you?"

Since the locals spoke Gothic, Korag did not have to worry about translation.

The slave understood, but he had no way of speaking.

Kolag was not a fool, and of course he did not expect the slave to speak. He just hoped that the slave could write down what he wanted to say, so he handed the document and pen to the slave.

But the slave shook his head, meaning: I can't write.

Korag frowned. "His Highness Angron will easily know what you are thinking, but I have not confirmed your identity yet. You cannot go to see him yet."

The slave shook his head vigorously, then reached out and grabbed Koragg's arm, dragging him out of the house.

Koragg followed with doubt.

The two came to a quiet place.

This is in the woods, and flying insects are circling and dancing everywhere like colorful lights. The creatures here are obviously abnormal. Even a World-Eater like Koragg, who was born a serious criminal, knows that the creatures here must have been reshaped by genetic technology.

The two stood there waiting.

Soon the bushes shook, and then a man dressed in black, also fat and short, and emitting a foul smell, walked out.

He was wearing a tattered military uniform and holding an old semi-automatic rifle. He was obviously a soldier.

"Angel!" The soldier immediately knelt at Korag's feet and kissed the upper of Korag's shoes.

Korag took a step back and looked at the two people in front of him warily, then realized that the person who suddenly appeared was brought by a slave or arranged by him.

"They are not human!" The soldier "roared" in a low voice, "Those freaks over three meters tall, they are not human, they are not even transformed from humans, they are aliens! They are not the people of the Emperor! No! They are the scum that you angels must eliminate!"

Korag was confused by the soldier's words.

The other party's choice of words is very strange.

Angel.

Koragg could sense that this was a reference to a Space Marine like himself.

However, the three words "Emperor of the Empire" and "Alien" are common words, but they are only commonly seen within the territory of the Empire. Judging from the words used in his speech, the soldier in front of him who looks like an alien seems to be someone who has been ruled by the Empire for many years.

Even the language they spoke was High Gothic, very standard.

Korag recalled that he had only heard such standard Gothic on Terra.

A galaxy that has not yet been discovered by the Empire, a group of people who had absolutely no chance of ever seeing an Imperial before, how did they learn these words and the common language of the Empire?
Korag became more and more confused.

"We..." The soldier took a deep breath, gradually calming down from excitement, and then explained, "People like us."

At this point, the soldier pointed to the slave who had brought Korag here with him.

"People like us are all human. We were not like this thousands of years ago. At that time, we were no different from normal humans."

"Then one day, those creatures came, they occupied our world, and transformed everything in it, including us."

"They have mastered amazing transformation technology. They can make themselves as close to humans in appearance as possible, and have the power to wrestle tanks with their flesh."

"That's what the legend says... Our life span is only about thirty years, so I can't be sure which of these legends passed down by word of mouth are true."

"Those guys kept my compatriots in captivity. Only a very few were able to escape and then organize a resistance army in the desert like me, taking up arms and shooting at the aliens who raised and modified us as livestock!"

"..."

Korag raised his finger, interrupting the soldier's narration, and asked: "A legend, um... but this cannot explain why you know the existence of the Empire and the Emperor, and use the common language of the Empire."

"Because of a prophecy." The soldier replied, but the answer was vague and incomprehensible. "Our leader had a dream. In the dream, there was a man who told him to rise up in rebellion. The man said to him, lead your compatriots around you to resist, and I will open the way to freedom for you."

"Hold on until one day in the future, my messenger will come like an angel and save you."

"Those aliens, they can never transform themselves to be like humans, because I will use my... certain power to interfere with them, so that my messengers can find out that they are not human at all."

"And then... and then... by the way... the leader told me that Gothic was taught by a man, the man in the dream, and that the words Alien and Empire were both words he had heard..."

"That's all... Let me think... I'm sorry... We have been modified, our brains have become smaller and smaller, and I can't remember many things... I'm sorry..." The soldier's words were too vague, about leader, resistance... Although Koragg understood the meaning of these words and realized that there was a resistance force on the planet, the information expressed by the soldier was not enough for him to know how the resistance was established and why they resisted.

And whether the statement to raise them like livestock is meant metaphorically or literally.

And that leader, where is that leader, what abilities does he have, did he send people here to say these things.

"The way you speak... sounds like the way a prophet speaks." Koragg frowned.

The man with the power of prophecy speaks just like this soldier.

Throw out a ton of words that probably only the soldiers will understand, and then don’t explain them, just say what effect they’ll have.

Then, because he was eager to let the person he was talking to know the seriousness of the matter, and to know things that only the prophet himself knew, he spoke very anxiously and in a disorganized manner.

Just like when playing a game, people who already know the strategy simply skip the dialogue, skip the plot, skip all unnecessary things, and get straight to the point...

The ultimate result is that half of what the prophet says is understandable to others, and the other half is not understandable.

"You remind me of a bastard named Varis," Koragg said. "He used to talk like you when his prophecy struck."

The soldier looked desperate at first, then tried to continue explaining.

And Koragg didn't listen to the explanation, because the sound echoed in his ears.

"Bring this man aboard the flagship."

That was the psychic whisper of the Lord of the White Knights.

Korag raised his hand to interrupt the soldier's explanation: "Follow me."

……

After a while.

Resolute Resolve.

Triumph Hall.

Angron and Qin Xia stood by the porthole and looked at the blue planet below.

When Koragg brought the man who looked like an alien or subhuman into the Triumph Hall, there were only four people in the hall, so the entire hall seemed unusually empty.

"Father." Koragg saluted.

Angron nodded, then walked over to the soldiers Koragg had brought with him.

"Tall man!" the soldier exclaimed, "My leader mentioned someone like you! I...please let me organize my words and repeat what the leader told me..."

Angron smiled and shook his head, then crouched down and grasped the other's arm.

The soldier swallowed his words and the expression on his face became relaxed, indifferent and comfortable.

That was a manifestation of Angron's absorption of his emotions and perceptions.

No explanation needed.

No need to talk.

Angron observed everything on the planet from this soldier's perspective.

Misunderstandings and misunderstandings that might have been caused, things that would have required bloodshed and sacrifice to explain, deceptions that might have taken time to decipher...all became meaningless nothingness in front of Angron. His ability seemed to draw a straight line between him and the truth.

Like a sharp sword piercing through the body and reaching the vital point, it penetrated misunderstandings, deceptions, and concealment...

But at this time, what Angron would feel was not the joy of seeing the light, but the torture and pain that he himself had experienced.

"My fellow men, I know what those bastards are, they are aliens!"

"In the distance that we cannot see, a kingdom that belongs to us... to our human race is rising. We will be saved, because I have heard the promise of the emperor of that empire!"

Angron heard a weak speech in his ears, the voice was weak, but the speaker tried to speak clearly and passionately.

Angron looked around and found himself in a pasture within a high circular wall.

He lowered his head and saw the gradually rotting legs and the foul-smelling body... and, due to his innate severe myopia, he couldn't even see the blurry manifestations of the disease on the body.

Angron raised his head and looked at the speaker.

He discovered that he was the leader of all the humans on the planet who looked like aliens, the commander-in-chief of the resistance army.

Spirits will connect with each other and emotions will infect everyone.

Angron experienced it from the perspective of a soldier, but he could also see it from the perspective of a leader.

He sensed that the man who was revered as a leader actually knew about the existence of the Human Empire and the Emperor.

A dream revealed all this to the leader.

In the dream, the leader saw a handsome human being who fit the image of humans in ancient legends. That was the emperor.

“I know you are suffering, I know your genes are tainted, but you need to persevere and fight.”

"If you need spiritual support, just treat me as a god, and the warriors I will send in the future as angels. Although I am not a god, as long as this can provide you with spiritual support, it will be fine."

"Those aliens, they are making a poor imitation of the noble appearance of humans, but I will not let them succeed."

"They will find that their biotechnology can never make their skulls equal to human skulls. They will find that no matter how they modify themselves, their genes will always be very different from those of humans. This is the warning I bring to them."

"Remember, no matter how ugly you are, you are still human, the most resilient and intelligent species among the stars."

"No matter how perfect and exquisite those aliens appear, they are all inferior creatures called 'elephants', a disgusting part of the history of galactic creatures."

Thus said the Emperor in the dream to the speaker.

But in Angron's perception, the Emperor said nothing. He simply projected psychic energy and let the other party feel that he said these words.

Angron had never thought that the Emperor would know about things in such a faraway place, and project his psychic energy over to influence someone here...

But up to now, Angron still did not feel the full picture of the matter.

He still didn't know why he saw so many people living on the ranch, why the speaker was chosen by the Emperor, and what the specific situation of this planet was.

But as one person's past feelings and emotions connected to another, and then more and more people who had formed bonds and connections also connected their past emotions and feelings, Angron sensed that these emotions and feelings with memories formed a storm.

He was at the very center of the storm, and knew everything on a macro level as if he had been forcibly indoctrinated.

(End of this chapter)