Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 375 The Power of Reality
The Emperor deployed the C'tan fragments known as the Void Dragons using a method known only to Him.

As time accelerated, even Perturabo would shake his head when he saw the defensive facilities built everywhere on Randan No. 1, but their anti-orbital weapons, all the reconnaissance equipment, and everything they had high hopes for suddenly failed at a certain moment.

A meteor fell to the ground, and the flames shining around it as it broke through the atmosphere looked extremely clear in the darkness of Randan No. 1.

Even if all the reconnaissance and detection devices on the entire planet failed when the meteor just entered the atmosphere, the Randan alien could still observe the arrival of the uninvited creature with just a telescope.

The Randan Alien Alliance, which was already in a panic due to the loss of two planets, immediately assembled its long-assembled troops.

This army, composed entirely of elite warriors of Randan without any slaves, approached the predicted landing point of the meteor as soon as it hit the ground and immediately surrounded the landing point.

The scouts of the Alien Alliance approached the huge crater created by the meteor and approached the meteor itself in the billowing smoke and dust.

Gradually they saw the meteor for what it really was.

This is not a meteor at all, but a building as tall as a castle, engraved with a large number of human cultural symbols.

It seems like something is sealed inside.

Suddenly the building began to crack.

The elite warriors of Randan who were deployed around the giant pit for defense heard screams coming from the smoke and dust.

The screams were heart-wrenching, hysterical and extremely crazy.

Then a hint of green gradually emerged from the smoke.

Tens of thousands of elite Randan warriors are ready for battle.

All kinds of mobile light and heavy artillery and armored vehicles aimed their weapons at the dark green color in the smoke.

The strategic decision-making group composed of hegemons began to consider any possible scenarios...

An army rushed out from it.

A powerful psychic rushed out.

A secret weapon of mankind, a secret war machine rushed out of the smoke.

Then we need to deal with all kinds of possible situations and formulate various coping strategies...

As they did so, the dark green color in the smoke and dust floated up and slowly approached the edge of the giant pit.

There was only one dark green color, facing in one direction.

But every elite warrior present saw it floating towards them.

Some Randan warriors saw the sky and the ground flipping over.

Some Randan warriors saw themselves in the smoke and dust, and the gradually emerging faint green color was extremely clear.

Some soldiers even saw the sky flowing under their feet like a river, and even heard the war machines they were driving suddenly talking to them and playing jokes on them...

These phenomena are not illusions, but real things.

These phenomena are not isolated cases. Every phenomenon seen by the Randan warriors not only actually occurred, but also existed simultaneously.

The existence of spatial rules became extremely chaotic, and the machines began to stir uncontrollably. They were actually speaking to their former controllers...

The next second, the smoke and dust dissipated instantly.

A being appeared, floating in the air, holding a spear, surrounded by green information flows. It looked like a human figure but not completely a human figure.

Its silver-white living metal body only appeared in the moment when the mortals still had their sanity. Then all the elite warriors of Randan present, no matter where they were or what they were doing, went crazy, screamed hysterically, and began to tear their own flesh and blood.

Those already restless machines shouted a name in unison.

This cry is not a supernatural phenomenon caused by the infiltration of real creations by the distortion force of the subspace, but comes from a real force that can affect reality more deeply than psychic power.

"Magladros."

"Magladros."

"..."

Magladros. The name of the void dragon.

Magradros, this was his own name that had been forgotten by the fragment of the star god in its madness and anger that wanted to destroy everything.

The Void Dragon Fragment raised his spear.

The tip of the gun points both forward and in all directions at the same time, pointing to the low and high dimensions within the scope of a planet.

Countless mortal creatures instantly turned into data streams flowing in front of the Void Dragon fragments. They eventually converged together to form something that could not be distinguished by mortal senses.

This thing destroyed the fortress in the sky and the aerial fortress on the ground.

It just fires in one direction, as far as a mortal can see.

But everything on the planet that was within the Void Dragon's perception was destroyed at the same time.

Entropy begins to reverse.

Creation changes from the whole into atoms and molecules, returning to its original state.

The planet that had been transformed by the Randan aliens into a planet similar to a war object began to reverse and return to its appearance before the transformation, and even returned to its appearance in ancient times when the planet was still young.

But the Void Dragon has no intention of saving this celestial body, it just wants to destroy everything here that it is not familiar with.

The human fleet in the void witnessed the changes in the planet, but the humans among them just thought it was a trick of the aliens.

Some people in the fleet who believed that the Emperor was a god secretly believed that this was a miracle caused by the Emperor's influence, and began to quietly spread the religious beliefs forbidden by the Imperial Truth in the darkest corners of the ship.

……

I don’t know if it was a few hours later, a few hours ago, or tens of thousands of years ago.

When time had become chaotic, Qin Xia and Emperor arrived at Randan No. 1.

Qin Xia was helpless on this journey, because he and the Emperor were not riding on a spaceship, a super tank, or the cool psychic Titan that Qin Xia imagined...

Qin Xia was riding a horse.

Literally a horse.

He rode a white horse and the emperor rode a black horse.

The Emperor even wears ancient armor, looking like a medieval knight.

The two men riding on a planet that had become primitive, full of volcanoes and active land plates, approached the location of the Void Dragon in tacit silence.

"This armor and the lance in my hand were made for me by an immortal."

"I wore it to Mars to challenge the Void Dragon."

"This is a set of legendary weapons and equipment with concepts embedded in it. It is the brainchild of mankind's oldest and wisest armor forgers. It is the first set of plate armor and the weapon of plate armor knights in human history. It can enhance my strength."

As if to prevent Qin Xia from feeling that this attire was inappropriate, the emperor took the initiative to explain.

"Awesome." Qin Xia said, "The first set of plate armor in human history, awesome. You're wearing such an awesome armor, the most awesome thing forged by human species in the pre-space age, and riding a horse to fight a weakling with no legendary equipment. Even if this weakling can change the rules of space and time and turn Ran Dan No. 1 primitive by himself, I still feel from the bottom of my heart that we have a better chance of winning."

After saying that, Qin Xia added: "Really, I really think we have a good chance of winning."

The Emperor showed no expression, and said coldly, "I defeated the Void Dragon wearing this, and forever imprinted its defeat into its memory. Even if it is a crazy amnesiac fragment, it will remember its first defeat to a mortal."

Qin Xia nodded.

The Emperor instructed again: "In order for it to recognize me, I have to treat it with the same personality and attitude as when I defeated it. You have to learn it too. We have to pretend to be the people of that time and make the Void Dragon think that time has not changed and everything remains the same. It will still face its destined defeat."

Qin Xia nodded again.

"What were you doing around 280 AD? What was your personality and character like at that time?" the emperor asked again.

"I probably assassinated the Sima family during the Jin Dynasty." Qin Xia made up a story to fit his identity as an immortal that he had previously told the emperor.

"Oh... it seems you have failed." The Emperor shook his head. "There is no Immortal who has never failed. Even for me, I can't even count the number of times I have failed with my hands and feet."

Qin Xia turned around and asked, "For example...pretending to be the son of God, and then his career 'turned upside down' and he was nailed to the ground?"

"That's not the most shameful thing I've done." The Emperor frowned. "At that time, I believed that only religion could lead mankind onto the right path... To be honest, not only was my understanding stupid, but my actions were also stupid. I should have gone to another place, at least not wandered around in Roman territory, or directly pretended to be a god in the Pantheon."

"For example, transfer it to my place?" Qin Xia asked.

But Qin Xia immediately rejected this idea: "It's not appropriate... If a woman appeared in the Yuanshou period of the Han Dynasty and said that the child in her belly was a god, saying 'The Heavenly Father used my womb to send his son to the world to save you from hanging upside down' or something like that, probably..."

Although the emperor did not hear the second half of Qin Xia's sentence, he nodded in agreement.

Qin Xia found that the emperor started talking more at this time.

The emperor is in the play.

It was as if he had really turned into an ancient knight less than 300 years ago, and was going to go deep into the heart of the evil dragon, destroy the dragon, and save the people.

Qin Xia rode on a warhorse that could pull him for some unknown reason. He was bumping along with this old horse that the emperor had found from somewhere, and they were moving forward on the primitive wasteland with strange terrain. He really felt like he and the emperor were knights.

Apparently the Emperor wasn't joking when he said he had to pretend that he was still the knight who defeated the Void Dragon that year, and let the Void Dragon recall the moment of being defeated to create an advantage. Rather, he really considered it as a battle plan to deal with the Void Dragon.

Qin Xia thought again that perhaps the "Emperor" that the Emperor is currently playing is exactly the character that the Emperor had in 280 AD.

The Emperor was not so disgusting in the eyes of other Eternals from the beginning, definitely not, otherwise he would have been kicked in the face when he first met Orpesson.

"When you said you were an immortal, I doubted it, but now I know for sure that you are." The Emperor suddenly said, "After all, when we were talking just now, you spoke the native language, the time point, and the background of the time. They were all correct. They were all part of a certain culture of mankind that even the immortals today have forgotten."

The Emperor turned his head and glanced at Qin Xia again: "Even the immortals who came from the same place as you have forgotten their own culture in the long river of time, just like me and Malcador. For example, what happened in the Anatolian Peninsula in the past is already vague in my memory."

"Hmm." Qin Xia hummed incomprehensibly.

"Hmm?!" The emperor suddenly scolded with a stern face, "As a knight's squire, can you use "hmm" to respond to the adults' words?"

"No... you are really into the play?" Qin Xia was stunned, "Wait... no... why am I a servant? The armor I am wearing makes me look like a boss, right? Also, where did the plate armor knights come from in 280 AD?"

The Emperor had an angry expression on his face, like a knight with a squire riding on his neck. "Are you still going to slay the dragon? If not, go back to Earth!"

"Then you slay the dragon yourself, my lord knight. I'm retreating." Qin Xia immediately turned his horse around.

"Don't. If my method doesn't work, you can try other methods." The emperor stretched out his hand to keep me.

Qin Xia then turned his horse back.

The Emperor continues to play the same person he had when he first challenged the Void Dragon. At that time, he also came to Mars with an Eternal, and they talked and rode forward like they do now.

The Emperor knew that the Void Dragon could appear at any time, so he was still coldly thinking about various countermeasures, but his inseparable humanity and sensibility made him miss that time very much.

The two war horses walked all the way to the entrance of a plain and came to the edge of a cliff.

Under the steep cliffs, above the endless primeval wasteland, the Void Dragon stood, wondering what he was thinking.

When the Void Dragon sensed the presence of two humans, it did not care. It had forgotten what it was doing here and was troubled by a recurring memory illusion.

At that time, two mortals also approached him and offered him the souls of their people, as well as their faith and worship.

Emperor and Qin Xia rode their horses to the top of the cliff.

Qin Xia became serious, staring at the Void Dragon with a heavy and gloomy expression. At this moment, the fragment of the Star God was right in front of him, and he did not dare to be careless at all.

The emperor also became serious, holding the reins in his hand and standing on his horse with his spear at his fingertips, staring directly at the real god of the universe that seemed infinitely huge and yet infinitely small.

He recalled the scene and words he said when he first found the Void Dragon on Mars.

Intended to awaken the Void Dragon's deep memory of its defeat at the hands of a mortal body.

"Look at me!" The Emperor's voice rang out from his mouth, echoing across the wilderness. "Bitch!"

(End of this chapter)