Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 346 Situation

……

a few days later.

Outside the Nuceria Sector.

The World Eaters flagship, the Steadfast Resolve, enters a galaxy directly under the Empire. This galaxy has only a number that no one remembers. If the Emperor's fleet had not descended here, this galaxy would never have gotten a name that the local residents had painstakingly thought of when the Emperor's fleet left.

As the Resolute Resolve approached the Emperor's Vision, all personnel bound for the Throneship of the Lord of Mankind assembled on the hangar deck.

Neither Angron nor Qin Xia showed up, and the only person to carry out the escort mission was Quadrant.

There were not many people accompanying them, only some blood drinkers who were guarding the quadrants and important targets, and the engineer who insisted on coming along and wanted to personally see his companion off after sharing hardships with him.

While waiting for the transport plane to be dispatched, the engineer talked about some things with the archaeologist who was an important escort target, and then stood together waiting for the transport plane to arrive.

Out of professionalism, Quadrant observed the two ancient people.

The two of them looked a little unwell.

The female archaeologist's hair turned from blond to black, and her pupils no longer sparkled, as if she had been fitted with a cosmetic implant.

At the same time, Quadrant discovered that the heartbeats of the two people had also slowed down, but their bodies were not in an unhealthy state, but in an extremely stable state, which seemed to be in order to reduce consumption...similar to hibernation.

"You still haven't eaten?" Quadrant asked.

The archaeologist shook his head.

Quadrant frowned. He knew that these two people had not eaten a single meal since they set out, and they didn't eat or drink water, as if they were on a hunger strike or had anorexia.

"It doesn't matter whether we eat modern food or not." The engineer said indifferently, "The puffed food produced by the Nukelia factory can only be eaten as snacks by you modern people. You can't live on snacks and stay healthy... For us, modern people's food is puffed food."

Quadrant realized that the ancient engineer was talking about the fact that they needed nutrients, or something similar to nutrients, which were simply not found and difficult to synthesize in this era.

If it was ancient food, there should be some in the casting engine, but Quadrant felt that if the engineers were made into collectibles and kept in the miniature world, then Cowdeco should not have left any ancient food, and Cowdeco did not need any ancient food. After studying Cowdeco, Quadrant came to the conclusion that "Cowdeco was designed to survive by eating shit."

The cloned version of Caudricor even lacks a large part of the brain, so there is no need to supply sufficient energy to such an energy-intensive component as the brain.

"I thought you could survive without eating anything," said the Quadrant.

"Yes, we can live for a long time without drinking a drop of water or eating a drop of food, until we die of unnatural causes." The engineer smiled at the quadrant, "But the word 'live' has many different meanings, and each meaning is very different from the other. Just like the difference between surviving and living."

The transport plane landed slowly.

A group of people entered the cabin.

The transport plane left the hangar deck and flew towards the flagship of the Lord of Mankind.

"When we met, you said you were a biologist? Although this self-introduction is a bit vague, I can still guess what you need and what you are good at." The engineer said as he took out a modern data tablet from his clothes on his chest.

One of the Quadrant's appendages reached out and took the datapad, connecting the brain-computer interface to the datapad with a wire.

Then he suddenly discovered that the data tablet contained some information about biotechnology. This information was not the kind that taught people how to turn humans into Caudecos, or to clone countless Caudecos, but information about the synthetic human species called Stonemen.

Quadrant ecstasy.

This information is extremely valuable. Although it involves taboos, studying this information does not mean replicating a stone man like Brown. Instead, some of the knowledge it contains about how to create a synthetic human from scratch can allow Quadrant to achieve his greatest goal.

That is to reshape his body. Reshape a body that can accommodate his own humanity, which is the same as before Kelbohar's organs were removed in appearance and spirit, but a stronger body.

"Thank you." Quadrant placed the data pad into the storage compartment at the heart. "I will study the food of your time, and then find a way to synthesize the nutrients and energy sources you need for you."

“That’s a big project.”

"Yes, it's a big project, but I'm a rare talent. This may sound unkind, but I have to state the fact like this."

"The things I give you are not easy to understand for people of your generation. I cannot guarantee what results you can gain from them. You must be prepared as if you were reading a 'wordless book'."

Quadrant did not respond to the engineer's words.

When he was browsing the information just now, he felt that first of all, the things written by the ancients were quite straightforward. Perhaps they did not need to be as afraid of teaching their apprentices to starve to death as the Mechanicus did, and wanted to set up a cognitive threshold. Therefore, although the information was indeed difficult to understand, it was not to the level of a wordless book.

The engineer wanted to say something, but the transport plane entered the flagship, and for some reason, the engineer began to remain silent.

After leaving the transport plane, everyone did not go to the palace-like command deck, but directly saw the Emperor himself and the golden guards surrounding the Emperor in the hangar.

Quadrant and the Space Marines he brought with him immediately saluted, looking at the Guards with reverence, because the Emperor's glory was too dazzling, they didn't even dare to look directly at the Emperor.

But the two ancient men were different. They stood there and looked up at the golden emperor.

What the archaeologists saw was a fair-skinned, handsome young man dressed in black.

What the engineer saw was a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, who looked calm, resolute, and like a leader.

The two men stared directly at the Emperor, at the psychic radiance emanating from him, their pupils automatically adjusting to filter the light to prevent themselves from being blinded by the Emperor's radiance like some mortals who had stared directly at the Emperor on Nostramo.

The emperor saw respect and admiration in the eyes of these two people, but not the kind of fanaticism and worship.

He knew very well that in the eyes of these two people, he was not a god-like savior, but a powerful psychic.

They will not bow down and call powerful psychics gods - because they grew up in an ignorant environment and worship powerful people as gods.

Rationally analyzing everything about the powerful is like... not calling demons demons, but calling them warp creatures, simply because they are intelligent creatures that come from the warp and rely heavily on the warp for survival.

The Emperor was silent.

One of the Custodians stepped forward and handed a package to the engineer.

The engineer took it and opened it, and found that it contained some military rations used in his time, which looked like black squares packed in indestructible bags.

The package is not big, but the food inside is enough to last for a long, long time.

"Thank you." The Engineer extended his right hand to the Emperor.

The Emperor shook hands with the Engineer, then motioned for the Archaeologist to follow him and left the hangar.

The escort mission was completed, and Quadrant was about to return to the transport plane like everyone else, but at this moment he suddenly received a signal, turned his head 180 degrees, and saw the person he least wanted to see slowly approaching. "Follow me, I have something to say." Kelbohar ordered in a tone that could not be refused.

Quadrant hesitated. He did not know why the Mentor was here, just as he did not understand how a man like the Mentor who did not support the Emperor as the Prophet of the Omni Messiah could become a Forge General under the Emperor and Malcador's noses.

"Are you a low-level minion repairing grenade launchers in the 12th Legion? Tell them that you are the apprentice of the Martian Forge General. I order you to wait for me for one solar hour so that I can listen to the teachings of my mentor!" Kelber said in a tone that no one outside the Quadrant could hear.

Quadrant thought that the person who brought me here was the Primarch's Blood Drinker. Not to mention me, even if Legion Commander Kiel came, he might not be able to order me around.

"We'll wait for you." The leading blood drinker held up his helmet and looked at the quadrant. "Don't forget that you are Qin Xia's good friend. Even if you can't teach this old bastard a lesson with your weapons, you have to torture him with your mouth!"

Kelborhar stared at the blood drinker. "What is he talking about? What does the non-High Gothic word after 'give this with a weapon' mean?"

"That's what the Primarch-Guide calls old men like you in his native tongue." Quadrant walked towards Kel Bohar.

……

After following Kelbohar to a corner of the hangar, Quadrant stopped and asked, "Are you trying to trick me again with the warships that were supposed to be given to the 12th Legion?"

"Those warships were indeed supposed to be given to the 12th Legion last time." Kelber sneered, "But there are many people who don't get what they deserve. If you didn't want to stay in that legion, I would give the warships to others as my diplomatic resources."

Quadrant gave Kelbo a blank look.

Kelbo sighed silently, then transmitted several photos and a message to the quadrant.

Some worlds completely destroyed by aliens appeared in front of Quadrant, and the photos were clearly marked as top-secret information during the Second Randan War.

Other information was the star system to which the First Legion and the Lion King El'Jonson were heading, which was marked as a "rally point".

Quadrant inferred that this was a new battle that was about to begin. The First Legion would be the first to arrive at the assembly point, followed by multiple legions, and together they would launch an unprecedented extermination war against the remaining forces of Ran Dan.

"War information against the Randan aliens. But why give it to me." Quadrant asked.

"This is what the Emperor asked me to convey to the Twelfth Legion through you," Kelber replied.

"But... why?" Quadrant asked, "The Empire is preparing to launch a military operation against Randan. This matter could have been conveyed directly to the Primarch. Why did you ask me to convey it on your behalf?"

"Why? How can a man who created more than twenty problem children and created warlords to divide the empire he built be a normal person? Do you think your mentor can figure out what he is thinking?!" Kelbo shouted angrily.

Quadrant gave up asking helplessly. He wondered why his mentor hated him so much and always showed anger in front of him that he would never show in front of others.

"There's one more thing."

Kelbohar's voice became steady, and he explained the material as if it were a cold statement.

"Tell your new masters to be careful."

"The Mechanicus has always coveted Nuceria, and now they have found an ancient giant ship from nowhere. When I was helping the Empire win over those Forge Worlds, many people asked me indirectly about their attitude towards the XII Legion."

"Also, the Imperial War Council will be replaced. This is the information I got indirectly from the Emperor. Use this information as your capital and use it at the critical moment in exchange for your position and honor in the 12th Legion, as well as the attention of your new masters."

"But the Imperial War Council will not be willing to be replaced. They will definitely take action and come up with something to solve their own problems so that they will not be replaced so quickly."

"One more thing. Malcador has organized people to replace the War Council. They are currently undergoing training. In the future, they will surely come up with something to prove their importance and the necessity and correctness of replacing the Council."

"Finally, it is Malcador's indifferent attitude towards the establishment of the Nuceria Sector. If your new masters always regard the Emperor and Malcador as imaginary enemies, then they have found the wrong person."

At this point, Kelber fell silent, waiting for the quadrant to digest the information.

Quadrant didn't know why the instructor wanted to talk about so much news that was completely unrelated to each other.

First of all, it's not that he has no status and is not valued in the Twelve Legions. Regardless of the fact that the Red Robe Order that has just been recovered is under his management, Angron and Qin Xia will tell him what the Emperor said in the psychic meeting yesterday.

Secondly, what difference does it make whether Malcador cares about Nuceria or not? Angron is not the kind of person who cares about the Emperor's opinion. The difference between him and the Primarch named Guilliman is that Guilliman may have some ambitions, while Angron only wants to use his own strength to ensure that the people under his rule are properly governed. If the Emperor can't manage it, then he will do it. It's that simple.

Kyle Bohar knew his apprentice very well. Although he could not see Quadrant's micro-expressions, he was able to realize what Quadrant was thinking.

So, General Zhutou continued his straightforward explanation.

"The ancient relics and ancient ships of Nuceria are as tempting to the Mechanicus as the flesh and blood desires immortality."

"Add to that two other forces that are prepared to make something happen and profit from it... When these forces are combined and Malcador is determined to move forward with replacing the War Council, what will they do?"

"Tell your mentor what you, the apprentice, have thought of?"

Quadrants to think about carefully.

After a moment, he answered: "Teacher... The top brass of the empire are arguing back and forth, but Nukeria is still Nukeria. Apart from wasting some saliva and brain cells, everything remains the same, just like the empire in the past."

"Idiot!" Kelber shouted angrily, "Don't call me mentor! You no longer consider me a mentor!"

The quadrant's appendages and hands were spread out, looking helpless.

"When all parties want to do something to gain something, someone will suggest to Malcador that we should target Nuceria, and every force that Malcador knows of will suggest it to him, and he will also want to promote what he is doing, which is to replace the War Council with a new body, and no matter what he thinks of you, he will plan a strike against Nuceria."

“There are people on Mars lobbying all sides.”

"That's what it is anyway. If you can't figure it out, tell someone and someone will be able to figure it out."

"I don't care. I need a chance to eliminate those who don't approve of my becoming the Casting General, and I also need to use some benefits to unite those who support me."

Having said that, Kelbo tapped the visual device, referring to the photos that had just been sent to Quadrant.

"But you, the 12th Legion, should take part in the war against Randan. Should you prepare yourself to deal with the pressure from the empire, or waste your manpower in a brutal war and then be abandoned? You have to think carefully about it."

After giving the necessary instructions, Kelbohar turned around and left.

Quadrant watched his mentor's figure gradually disappear into the distance, and watched him talk with the Mechanicus sages who came to him on their own initiative.

Those people only saw Kelbohar as a cold, rational and calm person, and they did not know what kind of personality his mentor had like the apprentice himself.

But this is irrelevant, the quadrant is more concerned with why the mentor wants to convey these words.

However, after realizing that he really had no ability in a place where he had no talent, Quadrant chose to take back the recording of what his mentor had just said, as well as the things that the Emperor asked his mentor to help pass on and asked him to help pass on.

(End of this chapter)