Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 328 Primarch Meeting

Shortly after Qin Xia's psychic clone disappeared, Angron, who was on high alert in the office, saw his adoptive father and brother teleported in.

When Qin Xia walked out of the portal first, Angron thought that he did not bring brother No. 11 with him, because every time someone was about to appear beside him, he could sense what that person was thinking.

But when he saw the eleventh Primarch teleported out with his adoptive father, Angron was surprised to find that he had overlooked brother number eleven.

This kind of neglect is not because of inability to perceive, just like it is impossible to perceive the adoptive father's heart.

But because it was too ordinary and cold, it was ignored.

Every living thing can be sensed by Angron. Those that are not intelligent beings have no inner world and are cold.

The same was true for No. 11 in Angron's perception. Just like an animal, he could only detect its thinking activities when he perceived it deeply.

"No. 11." Qin Xia walked forward as if he had never seen Angron before and introduced him, "This is your brother. No. 11 is his name."

Qin Xia looked at No. 11 again: "Angron, Primarch No. 12, the brother you came all the way to see."

Eleven stared at Angron.

Angron stared at Eleven.

At this time, the latter noticed the former's thoughts.

A heartfelt admiration and desire for Nukeria's bioscience technology.

These ideas are pure, even pure.

Angron believed that the other party knew what he was capable of, just like the other Primarchs. Even though the other Primarchs realized that they could not hide anything in their hearts, they still had the idea of ​​hiding it, but No. 11 was different.

Number 11 is very pure and has no intention of disguising anything.

"Number 12." An expression suddenly appeared on the expressionless face of the original body No. 11. It was Qin Xia's smile. "I came here for your biotechnology, and I also want to experience your abilities. Can you meet my requirements?"

At this moment, Angron noticed that the other party had another idea - to imitate Qin Xia's expression, so as to make the other party feel close or familiar and quickly get closer to him.

"It's all right." Angron reached out and placed his hand on Eleven's shoulder.

At that moment, Primarch No. 11 felt that everything in his heart was seen through completely, but he did not have the feeling that Fulgrim described, "some negative things were taken away and so he felt happy and relaxed."

Eleven recalled Fulgrim's discussion of what happened when he and the XII Legion fought against the greenskins, and how Perturabo had called his brothers together to warn them of Angron's abilities and to not get too close to him.

Otherwise, you will feel happy and relaxed as if you have been taken away from something negative.

Of course, Perturabo's original words were definitely not like this.

And Angron also sensed Eleven's feelings and thoughts at this time.

“You don’t have many emotions.” Angron frowned, and withdrew his hand in surprise, looking his brother up and down. “You… you don’t even have many thoughts in your head… How is it possible? How can there be an intelligent life without inner drama?”

Number Eleven tilted his head, half-closed his eyes to observe Angron's expression at the moment, and then imitated Angron's expression.

"I am different. Perhaps it has something to do with the environment I grew up in." Number Eleven had the same surprised expression on his face as Angron, and even his tone was exactly the same.

“Why do you imitate the other people’s expressions?” Angron asked.

The moment the Twelve Primarchs asked the question, Eleven immediately thought of the corresponding thing. In fact, because of the communication habits that Eleven was good at and relied on, this idea was extremely straightforward.

Angron also sensed another thing, that is, No. 11 even felt that because his brother's adoptive father was present, it would be better for him to speak with his mouth, otherwise it might be impolite.

"Brother, life forms like us are called gods by mortals. I think this is a requirement of a race for the transcendent individuals among them."

Number Eleven said.

"They want us to be as perfect as God, which is an extremely demanding requirement. But since we have been born as transcendent individuals of this race, we should follow their demanding requirements and pursue perfection like God."

"A humanoid creature without any emotions or expressions would scare ordinary humans. It is not worthy of being called a god."

Eleven mimicked Angron's expressions as he spoke.

Angron sensed that the other party felt pleasantly surprised because he had finally found a suitable person to imitate.

Angron himself felt no joy at all, only fear.

The brother in front of him was too terrifying. The terrifying thing was not that he had any conspiracy or trickery, but that as a human being, he had to learn human behavior. This kind of imitation based on no emotion or feeling frightened Angron.

“I have arranged a place for you to rest.” Angron took a deep breath and said, “During your stay in Nuceria, someone will arrange your food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, as well as meet your needs. That person is outside the office.”

Eleven sensed Angron's discomfort through his imitation of him, so he didn't say anything. He turned around and walked out of the office very graciously to meet the people waiting outside.

The person in charge of receiving No. 11 was Captain Mago of the 18th Regiment.

It was not until Eleven left with Mago and Angron could no longer sense his presence that he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in a sweat.

Qin Xia immediately stepped forward and asked: "What's going on with him? Is there any conspiracy?"

“No.” Angron shook his head. “He just wanted to meet me and learn biotechnology from us. Those were the two things he wanted to do. And they were very pure.”

After learning the answer, Qin Xia recalled the many things he had sensed were wrong along the way and thought to himself... Could it be that I was really overthinking?
"But I could really feel that someone was staring at me when I was with him. Even when I returned to the White Knight, I could still feel someone staring at me. It was that creepy feeling... My feelings are always very accurate." Qin Xia was deeply doubtful.

Angron frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "There must be something else watching you... He even thought you were difficult to get along with, always finding excuses to leave during the conversation and leaving him alone in his quarters on the White Knight."

"It's really a ghost." Qin Xia sat next to Angron.

"Let's go to the White Knight and take a look." Angron turned around and said, "My ability is equivalent to a biological scanning radar. If there is something there, I can find it."

Qin Xia shook his head: "Maybe I just came back from the Maelstrom and I'm under a lot of psychological pressure. I scared myself. It's not a big deal. You should focus on the Legion's affairs."

"Just see how long it will take?" Angron looked at his adoptive father with concern. "If I search the White Knight thoroughly and still can't find anything, then you can rest assured. Otherwise, how can you stay on the White Knight in the future when you feel like you're being watched by something?"

Qin Xia nodded slowly: "Okay."

……

After a while.

"Look, that's the industrial ship." "Because it's too heavy, I put it in the Mandeville."

"The people from the Red Robe Order are in the industrial ship."

"I bravely broke into the subhuman empire with a warship, snatched an industrial ship and came back with a swagger. Even ten thousand years later, this will still be a strange story."

Angron and Qin Xia walked side by side in the corridor of the White Knight.

The Primarch looked at the huge ship outside the porthole, racking his brains to think of how his adoptive father had taken such a big thing from the enemy and then brought it back, but he really couldn't think of it.

"Brown's contribution is greater than mine." Qin Xia mentioned the stone man, "This industrial ship cannot be brought back without him. When he comes back after treating the people who were transformed beyond recognition by the aliens, I will have to thank him at the celebration banquet."

Angron smiled and nodded.

He observed his adoptive father and found that he was not nervous at the moment, which meant that he had not yet felt the "gloomy gaze coming from behind."

The Principal's observation was correct. Qin Xia did not feel like he was being watched now, but he would soon.

Qin Xia, who was about to talk about what happened before, suddenly stopped, his expression frozen, and looked back abruptly.

Angron turned his head faster than Qin Xia, but saw nothing.

Qin Xia turned on his psychic vision and continued walking forward, but he no longer had the interest to tell stories. Occasionally he would stop and look back, but he could not see anything with either his real vision or his psychic vision.

Angron thought it might be an illusion until something became apparent in his perception.

As the thing became more and more obvious, Angron walked quickly in front to lead the way, and walked into the library cabin not far away with Qin Xia.

Qin Xia looked around, but there was nothing in the library. Even the think tanks were taking a break, and no one came to read books.

Angron, who had sensed the existence of something before, could no longer sense it and searched the library based on instinct.

Qin Xia also started searching.

The secret rooms used to store forbidden books, the private quarters, and even the gaps in large bookcases... Every corner of the library was searched, and the two were increasingly separated.

Angron, who had just moved the desk, suddenly sensed something again and turned abruptly to look at his adoptive father.

Qin Xia's body was half hidden in the shadows, and his raised left hand was placed on the pocket universe device that the Eldar prophet had given him before... He even wanted to look for the pocket universe to see if there was anything hidden inside.

Now Qin Xia's body was stiff, and after looking at Angron, his eyes slowly turned to his left shoulder.

A big hand as white as a dead person was placed on Qin Xia's shoulder. Every finger on the palm had sharp nails. Qin Xia could even smell the blood coming from the palm.

There was a sound of something sharp scratching against the wall, and sparks flew in the shadows.

Then a pale face stretched out from above Qin Xia's head, and then pushed Qin Xia slowly out of the shadows and stood in the light of the red star of Nukeria.

"Angron."

"My brother... hehehe..."

A bone-chilling sound came out from the uninvited guest's lips.

Angron had already sensed the other party's identity from his heart.

Qin Xia looked back and saw the face of the uninvited guest. He exclaimed in his heart: "Kang Lao Ba? When did you come? "

"Conrad Curze. The eighth Primarch, my brother." Angron stood there, looking at Curze calmly, and said the name he sensed from Curze's heart.

Koz put his hand on Qin Xia's shoulder and pushed Qin Xia forward.

His other hand was moving across the wall, and every time he took a step or walked a certain distance, it would leave scratches and sparks on the wall.

"The XI Legion seemed united and united, but in fact it was extremely disorganized. They didn't realize that there was a Primarch hiding in their flagship who could take their life at any time. It even took them several minutes to react after I took away their aircraft... It doesn't live up to its reputation."

"The 12th Legion is known for its discipline. My 12th brother's adoptive father was called one of the most precious and unique psykers in human history by Fulgrim... But your level of anti-infiltration is so ridiculous that I can only describe it as laughable."

Koz slowly moved forward, uttering sarcastic words.

Finally, the Lord of the Eighth Legion stopped, lowered his head with a grim expression and glanced at Qin Xia who was under his control, then turned his gaze to Angron again.

Angron looked at his adoptive father.

Qin Xia shrugged, with only a little bit of surprise on his face when he saw Koz, but he was not afraid. He knew that as long as Koz showed up, there would be nothing to be afraid of.

Angron looked at Koze again and said in silence: "..."

"There is a loophole in your innate ability, Angron."

"I even know the scope of your talent. If you relax even a little, I can easily kill you."

Koz lowered his head again and gently scratched Qin Xia's shoulder armor with his nails, as if caressing his prey: "Killing you is also easy."

“Give me enough time, and I can clean up all your cruisers.” Curze said, “Don’t you want to thank me? I didn’t kill you or Angron, but the saboteurs on Pompeii I. I helped you…”

"Stop, stop, brother."

Before Koze could finish his words, Angron raised his palm and placed it on his index finger, signaling Koze to be silent.

Curze cast his cold gaze upon Angron once again.

Angron spread his hands. "Your appearance was very cool, but a little long. You could have gotten straight to the point and asked me to help you relieve the negative emotions brought on by your prophetic powers, to help you relieve the other personality in you. You could have just said it. You don't have to hide anything in front of me, you don't have to be euphemistic, because I can tell you what you want to do."

Now it was Coze's turn to be silent.

“But you must release my foster father first.” Angron clenched his fists. “Otherwise I will give you a tube of anesthesia and throw you into the void. With luck, you will drift out of Nuceria like space junk.”

"This is a cabin blocked by a gate. We will all faint after you use the Nuxing anesthetic." Koz responded coldly.

"I don't think so." Qin Xia held a tube of anesthetic in his right hand, thinking back to the previous incident about gladiators developing anesthetic resistance. "If you don't believe me, try to see who among the three of us wakes up first."

(End of this chapter)