Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 325 Evolution

Qin Xia left the dormitory.

There were some soldiers and naval personnel coming and going outside. They saluted Qin Xia when they passed by him and then continued on their way.

There was no expression on anyone's face, just like the Primarch who owned this flagship.

On the road leading from the dormitory to the command deck, there is a section of road that is suspended high in the air above a vast ship space. When Qin Xia passed by here, he glanced down.

Below is a square-like area, which could also be a warehouse, but whatever it is, it is now being used to accommodate refugees.

The Space Marines and sailors carried buckets and moved among the refugees, distributing food to them.

Some refugees who admire the Space Marines would reach out and touch the Space Marines' armor.

Some refugees, grateful to the Legion, would kneel down and kowtow.

But no matter what attitude they took towards those Space Marines, the Space Marines did not react at all. They just followed the orders of the Father of Genes and scooped a spoonful of sticky food into the refugees' bowls.

The refugees took the food back to their homes and ate.

Qin Xia saw that their residence was modular, similar to a space hibernation capsule.

When the refugees sit in their shelters, their heads will hit the ceiling if they straighten their backs, but the small space is fully equipped with everything, even TVs and game consoles.

The refugees with families live in larger quarters, which can accommodate a family of three, who can sit hunched over, eating and watching TV.

Judging from the refugees' behavior, the food in their bowls seemed quite delicious.

Qin Xia's eyes moved around the refugee shelter.

"I heard that the current Twelve Legions will save mortals."

A voice without any emotion reached Qin Xia's ears.

Primarch No. 11 walked lightly along the passage suspended in the air and stood in front of Qin Xia.

"Yes." Qin Xia replied, "We will rescue people now, but before the Primarch returns, the Twelfth Legion..."

"Just kill everyone." Number Eleven replied.

Qin Xia nodded helplessly.

The dark history of the 12th Legion is there, and no one can deny that the people of this legion were butchers for a long time.

"Why do you want to help them?" Qin Xia asked with a smile, "Sympathy?"

While listening to Qin Xia's question, No. 11 blinked, looked at the smile on Qin Xia's face, then tilted his head slightly, and the same smile appeared on his face, and his eyes became the same as Qin Xia's.

It's like a child learning and imitating an adult.

The imitation smile disappeared when Qin Xia uttered the last word of his question, and No. 11 replied expressionlessly: "Sympathy? Do you mean the motivation to resonate with others' difficult situations and then perform altruistic behaviors?"

Qin Xia nodded.

"It's not out of sympathy." Number Eleven shook his head and turned to look down at the refugees below. "Look at them. They have just been rescued from the catastrophe of war. They are all healthy and strong. They can settle down in a world and then use their lives to produce many things and create a lot of value. The money I need to pay to save them is more than enough to be covered by the value they create."

"So I don't think this is out of sympathy or salvation. They don't owe me anything. Instead, I should thank them."

"They will produce ammunition and supplies. My descendants need what they produce. Without what they produce, my descendants will run out of ammunition and food."

Number Eleven retracted his gaze and looked at Qin Xia.

"Killing them all off or abandoning them would be a ridiculous waste of resources."

"So I think the former Twelve Legions were unreasonable, but now the Twelve Legions know how to cherish resources. My brother who can change the Twelve Legions to this point must have something unique. This is part of the reason why I want to meet my brother."

Qin Xia was somewhat surprised after listening to this logic.

No. 11's purple pupils stared at Qin Xia, and then the same expression appeared on his face, and his eyes became the same. Every muscle and every piece of skin on his face could perfectly replicate Qin Xia's expression.

Then the study of Qin Xia’s personal expressions ended again.

"But...but they may not give you what they produce?" Qin Xia said, "If you don't save them out of sympathy, but exchange resources with them, then you may not get anything in return...Do you have a star region to house them?"

"No, we will send them to any imperial world at will, but the prerequisite is that this imperial world has been inspected by us and confirmed that they have the ability to properly use these mortals."

Number Eleven said.

Under Qin Xia's surprised gaze, the Primarch paused and continued.

"The 11th Legion cannot get the resources they produce in most cases."

"But the Eleventh Legion is part of our race."

"The resources produced by those people will be supplied to other legions that need resources. That will be enough."

"Individual gains and losses are insignificant compared to collective gains and losses. I only count collective gains and losses."

Qin Xia remained silent with a complicated expression.

Number Eleven learned this complex expression again and imitated it perfectly.

"Why do you always imitate my expressions?" Qin Xia asked, "You have also interacted with your brothers before, didn't you learn expressions from them?"

The expression on Number 11's face disappeared, and he replied calmly, "Because they are not very humane, their behavior is not worth learning from. Does my brother Number 12 usually behave like my other brothers? Can I learn more expressions and behaviors of the Primarch from him?"

"He is more humane than ordinary people," Qin Xia said.

The same smile Qin Xia had shown before appeared on No. 11's face, as well as the tone of his smile: "That's great!"

After saying this, the expression on the Primarch's face disappeared again.

Qin Xia fell silent.

"You look like you want to get to know me." Eleven said again, "How can I let you know me? The methods I know may not be suitable for us, so I hope you can take the initiative to propose them."

"Let me know about your past, such as your diary and writings...if you have the habit of writing." Qin Xia said. No. 11 nodded, turned around and walked in front.

Qin Xia followed.

The two walked through the passage and into a cabin not far away.

This cabin is a library, storing various information and materials found by the 11th Legion.

Like the library in the flagship Resolute Resolve, this one is huge, with bookcases hundreds of meters high.

Number 11 came to a bookcase, reached out his hand, grabbed the edge of the bookcase and crawled up. After climbing to a height of eighty meters, he took out a book and then jumped down from the height.

After landing, the original body raised his hand and handed the book to Qin Xia.

"This is a book written by a scholar on the satellite of my home world. I learned from him the knowledge of the civilized world and the way humans behave."

"Do you need me to help you understand by verbally explaining the details?"

Hearing what No. 11 said, Qin Xia nodded and turned the page of the book.

"My amniotic fluid capsule landed on the edge of the Gortan sector. When I climbed out of the capsule, I found myself underground. At that time, I knew nothing and could do nothing."

"At this time, my mother came."

"She is an arthropod that was attracted to the pheromones I passively released, treated me as her child, and then fed me with her blood."

“I grew up and started to understand the world I was in.”

Qin Xia saw a photo among the pages of the book.

It shows a photo of No. 11 and the person he calls "mother".

The creature on it is the same creature on the statue we saw at the command deck gate before.

"Later I learned that the world I was in was called Hell. This was not its astronomical name, but the name given by the original human inhabitants of the planet."

"The creatures brought by the meteorites that fell from the sky destroyed all civilizations on Hell Planet. The remaining humans fled from Hell Planet to the satellite."

"The people on the satellite never gave up the idea of ​​retaking the planet. I was discovered during one of their military operations, and then we made contact and communicated. I followed the scholar who wrote this book to learn how to be a human being in a civilized world."

"Then, I made both sides shake hands and make peace, and humans and the arthropod community to which my mother belonged lived in peace."

Qin Xia saw another photo.

The above shows arthropods using mucus secreted by their mouthparts to help humans undertake construction tasks in the work of rebuilding their homes.

"Until one day, the Emperor, my Creator, came to my world and handed me the legion composed of my descendants."

“That’s when I realized that I had a continuation as a life form that couldn’t actively reproduce.”

"I am very happy."

"Because the arthropods regard me as their leader, and the humans regard me as the god who allowed them to return to their planetary home. But I know I cannot be called a god because I cannot reproduce and cannot pass on my genes and bloodline. I am not as perfect as a god... But the appearance of my offspring fills this imperfection."

Qin Xia quickly glanced at the book and closed the page: "Can you communicate with your legion soldiers through pheromones?"

"Yes." No. 11 nodded. "The mutation produced by the gene seed used by my offspring is to give my offspring an organ that can sense my pheromones, so we can communicate without using language."

Qin Xia nodded: "What is the name of your legion?"

Hearing this question, No. 11 tilted his head slightly, and the skin on both sides of the base of his tall nose wrinkled slightly, forming a puzzled expression.

"The 12th Legion is called the World Eaters, the 13th Legion is called the Ultramarines, and Fulgrim's legion is called the Emperor's Children..." Qin Xia said.

"Oh." Number 11 nodded, "I won't give my legion a name, because this is an act of naming used in vocal language. In my opinion, it doesn't matter how you call me and my legion, but the scholar I learned from gave my legion a name."

"Sakura."

"The native language of the humans on Hell Star. Its meaning is an important theory of ancient human biology: the theory of evolution."

Qin Xia savored it for a moment, then handed the book to No. 11.

The two were relatively speechless.

After a few seconds of silence, Qin Xia said, "Do you know about the second Primarch?"

Among the two Lost Primarchs, there is No. 2 in addition to No. 11 in front of us.

Qin Xia felt that maybe No. 11 could know about No. 2.

"He died in the Battle of Randan." Number 11 answered, "I spent a short time with him. When I heard from other brothers about Number 2: a loyal man who would never be tarnished, a model of noble character... I learned from him the moral values ​​of our race."

Qin Xia realized that No. 11 was hiding something, so he thought about it and didn't ask any more questions.

After questioning everything he knew about the 11th Legion, Qin Xia suddenly thought of another question.

"The Emperor is also an expert in biology. Why don't you learn biotechnology from him?"

Upon hearing this, No. 11 expressed his opinion simply and directly.

"The Emperor is indeed a transcendent biological expert, but I, the Creator, clearly do not share any spirit."

"If the Lady Astartes who created the Astartes warriors was a biologist without any spirit of sharing like him, then the birth of the Astartes would be greatly delayed."

"I tried to learn from the Creator, but he was unwilling to teach me. I could read from some of his biological information that he hated my existence."

Hearing No. 11's evaluation of the legendary biological master, Qin Xia smiled meaningfully.

Number Eleven imitated Qin Xia’s smile at this moment.

Qin Xia thought that no matter whether the Primarch in front of him was telling the truth or not, everything would be proven when they got outside the Nuceria star zone and when Angron came.

(End of this chapter)