Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 330: Twisted Buck Star
"Your prophetic abilities are very strong. I saw them in your memories."

"You saw the end of the Emperor... My adoptive father also told me about the end of the Emperor..."

Angron did not continue.

Because the ending of the Emperor that Curze saw was exactly the same as what Qin Xia said.

Angron was amazed at Curze's powerful prophetic abilities, which were far more powerful than those of the Emperor.

At the end of the Battle of the Onus Sector, when the Emperor personally arrived to join the battle, Angron met Sanguinius and learned that Sanguinius had the ability to predict the future. Angron had not had close contact with Sanguinius so he could not compare.

But judging from Sanguinius' psychological feelings and activities, what Sanguinius saw through his prophetic ability should not be as cruel and dark as what Curze saw.

“You are twisted, brother.” Angron continued to analyze Curze to him, “But your twist is different from Perturabo’s. Your twist comes from your environment, upbringing, many feelings, and prophetic ability, which have caused you to suffer from a split personality.”

"Fulgrim is right. I can help you."

"Just as I helped Perturabo."

"Although Perturabo left without saying goodbye..."

Angron thought again of Perturabo.

Perturabo's previous departure without saying goodbye was puzzling, as if many of the things done to him before were meaningless.

I don't know what Perturabo's current situation is.

After thinking about it, Angron felt that Curze was still a possibility. Although he was also terminally ill, at least he would not make an inexplicable decision by chance like Perturabo did.

"Why?" Koz asked, looking at the ceiling of the library.

"What?" Angron was stunned, then realized what Koz was thinking at the moment.

“How can you resolve the things that torture me?” Koz expressed his thoughts that were sensed by Angron.

Angron was silent for a second.

He knew that Koz didn't think he could solve the problem, but the reason for this disbelief was not objective judgment or reasoning, but a kind of...mood.

It's like a person knows that there is something that has been torturing him, and he is struggling to fight the influence of that thing, until one day he suddenly meets someone, and the thing that tormented him is easily solved by that person.

It seemed as if all his previous resistance and persistence were worthless.

“I have not yet begun to treat your condition,” Angron said.

Qin Xia looked at Koze lying on the ground, thinking about the psychological problems of the primarchs.

Angron leaned close to Curze's ear and smiled, "Just because I'm the Twisted Buck Star."

Koze felt that his body had almost recovered and wanted to jump up but was held down by Angron.

Angron then began to use his abilities.

Koz felt the darkness pressing on his heart begin to dissipate, and the unprecedented sense of comfort made the expression on Koz's face less gloomy.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he was still in the amniotic fluid chamber.

The period between his awakening and the first torture of the prophecy was his most relaxed time.

On the contrary, a gloomy look appeared on Angron's face, and his expression became ferocious and cold. Koz's negative emotions were absorbed by him and he felt the same.

This is not just psychological pressure, but also hatred, unwillingness, and all kinds of psychological haze produced on Nostramo...

Angron leaned back, from a squatting position to a slumped position on the ground.

Qin Xia immediately stepped forward and placed his hand on Angron's shoulder, even though this did not have any substantive meaning and could not provide any direct help.

Angron was panting heavily, his eyes were red, and his whole body was shaking.

Angron felt as if he had become Curze because he could relate to Curze's past, and he was consumed by the fear brought about by the horrific future predicted by Curze.

Koz sat up from the ground and looked at his twelfth brother.

The tension on his no longer gloomy face revealed that he wanted to help Angron, but he didn't know how.

Angron raised his hand to Curze, panting violently, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

All the negative emotions that Koze had accumulated during his growth were now squeezed onto Angron, and the torment he brought was not long and lasting, but fierce and short-lived.

Finally, when Angron calmed down with tears, Curze's negative emotions were completely digested by him.

“You…” Coze looked at Angron in surprise, “How did you manage to digest those negative emotions in such a short time?”

Angron breathed a sigh of relief, forced a wry smile at his adoptive father, and then answered Curze's question: "Because I intend to hone my will and endurance, so when I leave the arena and can come into contact with more people, I take the initiative to feel the pain of each of them."

"My foster father taught me how to digest pain, just as he taught me who deserves our mercy and who doesn't."

"I feel the pain, I digest the pain, and I repeat the process."

Angron took a deep breath when he recalled every time he tempered his will.

It was like walking through a sandstorm in the red sand desert of Nukeriya.

Countless pains, the pains of others, swept through Angron's heart like a sandstorm.

Angron's ego was like walking in a sandstorm. Countless emotions from others that he could relate to impacted his ego, and he had to maintain his own identity, trudging through the sandstorm until those negative emotions were digested, just like a sandstorm that suddenly dissipated, leaving behind a mess of tranquility.

"Koz. My brother, do not feel guilty or sorry."

In the silence of Coze, Angron sensed the emotions spreading in Coze's heart.

Koze was not a person who was completely unable to empathize with the situations of others. Now that all the negative emotions had been cleared away by Angron, positive emotions such as tolerance and understanding were amplified, and he regained control of the small area in his heart that had been squeezed by negative emotions.

So Curze felt guilty after seeing Angron's painful expression.

"What?" Coze shook his head: "I didn't..."

"Do not feel guilty or sorry, for this is nothing to me. I can help you, change you, and I will do it." Angron ignored Curze's false excuses just as he had ignored Perturabo's false excuses when his true lies were exposed.

He continued.

"It's not a difficult thing for me."

"I once felt the pain of ordinary people on a planet... They were transformed beyond recognition by aliens."

"Compared to theirs, your pain is like a strong wind in a sandstorm."

Angron said as he stood up from the ground and held out his hand to Curze.

Still feeling the sudden peace and comfort, Koz looked up and asked, "How long will this effect last?"

“How long after you left the amniotic fluid chamber did you become so bitter, hateful, twisted and gloomy?” Angron asked.

"Three months," Curze replied. "Three months in Nostramo is about the same as three solar months."

"Half a year," Angron said. "The peace I bring you can only last for half a year in Nostramo. Your character, personality, and thinking habits have already been formed. Besides, you will still be tortured by the prophecy, so the peace and tranquility I bring you will certainly not last too long."

Curze nodded, then took Angron's hand and stood up.

"When will you return to your legion?" Angron remembered that the Eighth Legion did not appear in Nuceria with the Lord of the Eighth Legion.

"I'll go back when I want to," Coates said.

After receiving this answer and combining it with Curze's thoughts, Angron took the initiative to invite him: "Stay in Nuceria for a while. I will give you some suggestions for changes based on your situation and help you relieve the pressure brought by the prophecy."

Koz nodded and looked at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia also nodded. He didn't know if it was an illusion or something, but he felt that Koz looked a little friendlier now.

……

night.

Angron was in his office, handling official business as usual.

Coates sat in his office, keeping quiet.

Angron finished his business and stood up, taking a cube from the box at his feet, then reached out and pressed his hand on the surface of the cube.

Curze frowned as he watched Angron do this, until Angron leaned back and lay in the chair in a comfortable position, as if he was about to fall asleep. Only then did Curze stand up and ask, "As a Primarch, do you need sleep?"

“No, not sleep,” Angron said, eyes closed. “I use this device to train my mind every day. It is an unbreakable habit of mine.”

Koz fell silent.

Angron suddenly opened his eyes: "Come together?"

Curze stepped forward and touched the cube, imitating Angron's example.

The two Primarchs then entered the spiritual world created by the cube.

This cube is an ancient relic that can reproduce a part of memory, and it is a completely one-to-one reproduction, just like going back in time.

Koz was amazed at the magic of this creation. He looked around, then squatted down and touched the ground. At this moment, the touch and everything else were exactly the same as in the real world.

"Where are we?" Koz stood up and asked, looking at the burning village in front of him.

“A place I regret.” Angron stepped forward.

The two Primarchs entered the village which was ablaze.

Koz tried to touch the flame and found that the touch was exactly the same as in reality. He even felt that if he touched the cube that shaped this spiritual world while being anesthetized, he would never be able to discover that this was not reality, or at least it would take a long time to discover it.

Angron led Curze through the village, sometimes bypassing the flames and sometimes lifting obstacles that blocked the way.

Finally, the two Primarchs came to a boy.

The boy was squatting among a pile of corpses, holding a girl younger than himself in his arms - she seemed to be his sister.

The whole place looked as though a massacre had just taken place, and the boy was the only one left alive.

But there was no trace of grief on the boy's face, only a paleness like that of a corpse.

“Extreme grief broke through the child’s psychological defenses and reason,” Angron said as he sat down in front of the boy. “He collapsed at this moment. Hidden beneath his calm surface was a raging wave of grief.”

Coze frowned. "Such tragedies can be seen everywhere on Nostramo, and this boy will most likely be forced by the environment to become a thief and murderer, and then degenerate into darkness until he is killed by me one day."

"This place is different from Nostramo," Angron said. "This is the time of the Nuceria Rebellion. This is my memory. I was drawn here by the firelight and saw this child. Then I felt the pain from him and learned about the past."

"The Guards massacred the village."

"Men, old people, children, they were locked up in houses."

"The officers of the Guards brought their soldiers to rape the women in the village in front of them, and then locked the women in, shot at the people here with machine guns, and set fire to the village..."

“He’s been through this.”

Angron said as he reached out and touched the boy's forehead.

Everything in the virtual world was no different from reality, and Angron could recreate feelings from past experiences.

Curze then saw Angron become miserable as he absorbed his negative emotions.

But Angron did not become gloomy, but angry.

He felt the pain of the boy in front of him. He hated the guards and his teeth were chattering. He wished he could kill all the guards or high knights he could see right now until his anger was vented.

But Angron gradually absorbed his emotions and calmed down.

Curze realized that this was Angron's way of tempering his mind, of tempering his heart by feeling pain over and over again.

(End of this chapter)