Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 324 Cold Creatures
The Space Marines who brought Qin Xia into the command deck stopped, stood for a second, then turned around and left without saluting the Primarch or saying anything.

The original body at the porthole turned around and looked at Qin Xia.

At this time, Qin Xia saw a Primarch about whom he could not find any information in his memory.

The Primarch wore only a robe and underwear.

His skin was whiter than Corax's, so white that it seemed transparent. Even the blood vessels throughout the demigod's body were clearly visible, and the glowing blood flowing through them was as clear as the blood vessels.

Even the light from the stars outside the porthole could penetrate the Primarch's skin.

The Primarch was covered in muscles like his other brothers, but he looked more perfect. If Angron's muscles were thick just for the sake of being thick, then the muscles of the Primarch in front of him were like a sculpture carefully carved by a master craftsman, with muscles growing only where they should grow.

The Primarch's eyes are purple, which is consistent with Perturabo. Only people who grew up around the Warp rift will have purple pupils, which means that he also grew up around the Warp rift.

"Hello," the Primarch said in a light voice. "I am Angron's brother. I want to show you my friendship and bring you closer, so I call myself Angron's brother."

"If you don't want me to call myself that, think of me as being born a few seconds later than Angron, just like my brothers."

The Primarch continued.

"Then you can call me number eleven."

Qin Xia looked at the original body, easily concealing the slight surprise in his heart.

Qin Xia had already made some guesses before meeting this Primarch. Now, when he discovered that this was one of the two lost Primarchs about whom no records had even been taken at the end of the Great Crusade, he was not particularly surprised.

Lost Primarch.

Number 11, number 2.

They were wiped out by order of the Emperor, wiping out everything, even their brothers' memories of their existence.

"Do you think my outfit is awkward?" Number 11 asked expressionlessly, "I wore a robe because I had a meeting with guests. Does this conform to your civilized world's definition of 'clothing'? And is my outfit 'civilized' in your eyes?"

Qin Xia felt that the way Primarch No. 11 spoke was very strange.

Number 11 stared at Qin Xia, and seeing that he didn't respond, he continued, "Why didn't you respond? What about me made you speechless? I just want to bring us closer, and then bring the 12th Legion and the 11th Legion closer, and bring me and my brother closer. If any of my behavior makes you feel uncomfortable, then I apologize, and I hope you can point it out so that I can correct it."

"No, I don't feel uncomfortable. It's just that this is the first time I see such a unique Primarch." Qin Xia forced a smile.

"Your expression looks like a fake smile, which means you are not telling the truth." No. 11 took a step forward, and his feet, which were many times larger than those of ordinary people, stepped on the deck without making a sound. "I don't want anything to cause this diplomatic failure, so if you have any opinions, please speak up directly."

Number Eleven walked up to Qin Xia, first looked down at Qin Xia, then his body trembled and his height became the same as Qin Xia.

Qin Xia couldn't see any expression on No. 11's face, but his eyes revealed something.

It was a look similar to that of a child, looking at everything around with curiosity and innocence, and... learning from adults.

"No, nothing." Qin Xia shook his head.

"Is it really nothing?" Number 11 asked, "Will your hidden emotions affect our conversation and further affect the diplomacy between the two legions? If not, then I will not ask any more questions."

Qin Xia shook his head.

Number Eleven nodded.

"I wanted to practice diplomacy, so I responded to your warship's request for assistance, and after learning your identity, I specifically invited you to my flagship."

The Primarch continued.

His face was expressionless.

His voice was calm.

"Then I want to get closer to my brother, Angron, through you, because I know he has an ability that I admire, and also has a world that is good at biotechnology. I want to get close to him, then obtain some biotechnology, and then experience his abilities."

"But I didn't approach him simply for profit, so you don't have to worry."

"I want to get along well with every brother, but not every brother is willing to get along with me."

"Ruth treated me like a freak and stared at me with fierce eyes, like a hunter looking at his prey."

"I have a good relationship with Fulgrim, but I envy him because he seems perfect, but he deserves this perfection."

"And Koz, he always says strange things, revealing to me a destiny that will never belong to me. I think he is weird, maybe because he hates me, that's why he is like this."

"..."

Number Eleven talked about his relationship with his brothers.

The only brothers he had ever met were Russ, Fulgrim, and Curze, who fought alongside Fulgrim for a while after his return.

Qin Xia realized why he felt that No. 11's words were very strange.

Because Eleven is like Perturabo in reverse.

Perturabo had something to say.

Number 11 says everything, very directly, and expresses everything that is in his mind without any disguise.

How can a person say "I approach you for what you have in your hands, but I also admire you"? Even if this person really thinks so, at least he will cover it up. If the Eleven's speaking style is replaced by Guilliman, it would be: Hello, Angron, I come here to let our forces support each other and deal with the pressure that the Empire may cast in the future. Are you willing?

"Anyway. Are you willing to be friends with me and take me to see Angron?" Number 11 asked. "If you are concerned about safety, I can leave my fleet behind. I am just very interested in Angron's abilities and biotechnology. I can make a lot of concessions as long as you allow me to meet Angron and learn biotechnology from you."

"Well... I'll have to ask Angron about this." Qin Xia was not used to such straightforward conversations. "As for biotechnology, if you want to learn all of it, that's impossible, because there are some biotechnologies that we don't understand ourselves."

"My main concern is to meet Angron." Eleven nodded. "I heard from Fulgrim that Angron has a very strong sense of perception. I want to experience it. It will help my plan. I want to build a legion that can communicate efficiently. Talking with the mouth is a waste of time and inefficient. Sound is also slow to propagate through the air or signals."

Qin Xia listened to these words, licked his dry lips, turned his head to look at Brown, not knowing how to answer, and then nodded to No. 11.

Brown stared at Eleven, wondering how such a creature could exist.
Even Iron Man could at least have a simulation chip implanted to polish his words, but the creation of the most powerful biologist in human history...

"I noticed that there are some enemies in your ship...that huge ship. Do you need my legion's help to clean it up?" asked No. 11.

"Thank you." Qin Xia nodded.

Then the Space Marine who had just received Qin Xia walked into the command deck, looked at the Father of Genes, and walked out again.

Qin Xia realized that the two sides used a non-verbal means of communication, probably brain waves or biological signals or something, or perhaps transformation...

This also explains why that Space Marine who can't even speak clearly can be the Primarch's confidant.

Qin Xia became more and more curious about the 11th Legion, so he wanted to observe them for a while.

At this time, Primarch No. 11 spoke up: "It may take a long time to get from the interior of that giant ship to the flagship. If you want to start your journey home now, you can stay on my flagship to save some time. I will arrange the best accommodation for you. If you need anything, please ask any warrior you meet. They will meet any of your requirements."

Qin Xia nodded.

……

night.

"That primarch during the day was really weird."

Brown leaned against the door and spoke to Qin Xia.

The two were in a dormitory arranged by the 11th Legion. The room was only about 30 square meters, not very big, but it was the largest living room on the entire 11th Legion flagship.

Qin Xia sat by the porthole, looking outward.

The XI Legion has wiped out all the Brotherhood of Destruction within the Forge Engine. They did not go deep into the Forge Engine, but withdrew after destroying the enemies they could find and kept their distance from the Forge Engine.

It seemed that he didn't want the guests to misunderstand that the 11th Legion was coveting the giant ship.

The entire fleet is preparing for the warp voyage.

The White Knight was deployed around the flagship of the XI Legion.

The Forge Engine will open the Warp rift, and then serve as the core of the fleet to lead the entire fleet to conduct ultra-long-distance Warp navigation... but the prerequisite is that Brown must return to the Forge Engine.

The Brown who remained in the dormitory at this time was just a clone.

"I find it strange, too. I blame God." Qin Xia said in a deep voice, "Obviously, they are using some special way of communication. It seems to me that they can communicate through brain waves... But I can't tell or sense whether their way of communication is brain waves or not."

"I just went to the flagship to read some information." Another clone of Brown came in through the door and overlapped with the clone who was talking to Qin Xia.

Qin Xia looked at Brown and listened quietly.

"The 11th Legion has been fighting in Expedition Fleet 11 and has only now been acting on its own."

"There are some internal documents of the Imperial War Council that they collected in the information database. The documents say that the 11th Legion is particularly good at rescue."

"After every battle, the XI Legion will do its utmost to ensure that the wounded survive, whether they are mortals or Space Marines, soldiers or civilians."

"Right now, the Legion's fleet is carrying 1.2 billion war refugees. According to the 11th Legion's internal plan, these people will be sent to any world they can reach."

"The 11th Legion has never done anything out of line, nor has it made even a single mistake. It has only suffered defeats in some high-intensity battles... The people on the War Committee commented that they are running like an efficient machine, but this machine called the 11th Legion is too compassionate."

Brown briefly recounted the past of the 11th Legion, but neither he nor Qin Xia believed that it was necessarily true, because this information was read from the 11th Legion's internal database.

"Do other Primarchs have any comments on the deeds of the 11th Legion?" Qin Xia asked.

Brown spoke.

"Vulkan, Lord of Fire Dragons, believed that this was a legion that shared the same ideals as himself, and that the leader of the legion was a brother with the same ideals. He took the initiative to change the route and wanted to meet with the 11th Legion, but for some reason the two sides missed each other."

"Fulgrim believed that the only imperfection of the XI Legion was its lack of emotion."

"Guilliman once sent some of his men to assist the 11th Legion in a secret war. Many soldiers of the 11th Legion died to protect their allies, and they were praised and thanked by the Lord of Ultramar."

"This is also information from the internal database. I analyzed the communication records between different legions."

After listening, Qin Xia fell into deep thought.

Brown was silent for a moment, then made a suggestion: "I think the leader of the 11th Legion is easy to get along with, speaks directly, and seems silly. Maybe he is easy to deceive. How about asking him indirectly?"

Qin Xia's eyes moved and he nodded slowly.

(End of this chapter)