Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 426: The Red King's Cage

"After Avida's accusations, Fifteen will be considered suspicious."

"Then the Imperial Senate will make a ruling, ordering Fifteen and the Primarchs to gather on a planet and hold a trial on that planet."

The emperor said coldly.

"I will be present at the trial, listen to the accusations made by Avida and you, ask No. 15 how to defend himself, list his crimes, and announce a conciliatory final verdict."

"The Fifteenth Legion will be temporarily led by Number One and the First Legion. Number Fifteen will go to Terra to work with me to find a cure for the Thousand Sons' genetic defect."

"Then it will be just as the seal holder said."

Hearing this, Qin Xia felt that the emperor's words of appeasement were just verbal appeasement.

It is equivalent to saying "I am going to put you under house arrest" in another way. In fact, Magnus was under house arrest, and there was no way to save the Thousand Sons. The Emperor also had no time to search for anything with Magnus.

"This is a good idea. I have no objection." Qin Xia said and looked at Angron.

The Emperor and Malcador also looked towards Angron.

Angron could sense that Malcador wanted to hear his opinion, but Malcador was not thinking about the reason why he wanted to hear his opinion, so he felt puzzled by the importance he attached to it.

Angron was not thinking about something that his adoptive father, the Emperor, and Malcador had no problem with, but was thinking about the past and the future.

"You all seem to be able to see countless futures. Since you knew that Magnus would destroy the Webway Project in the future, why didn't you stop it?" Angron asked. "Why do I feel that you did nothing, but one on Terra and the other in the Great Crusade, working hard for the Webway Project, regardless of the reasons that might lead to its failure."

"Why don't we take advantage of the prophecy, is what you want to ask," Malcador said.

Seeing Angron nod, Malcador explained in a low voice.

"Your adoptive father and us, the ability of people like us who can break through the veil and observe the web of fate is not called prophecy, it can only be called observation."

"What is the true prophetic ability? Like your ninth brother named Curze, that is prophecy."

"It is meaningless to only be able to see countless possible future developments. True prophecy is to be able to find the one that is bound to happen among countless possible futures."

After hearing the explanation, Angron frowned and thought, then asked another question.

"But even if there are countless futures, there is always a greatest common divisor. For example, in many futures, Magnus destroyed the Webway. In this case..."

Malcador and the Emperor exchanged a glance.

The Emperor spoke: "In those futures, the consequences of Magnus' actions are far more horrific than the destruction of the Webway. It is not a choice between a rotten apple and a good apple, but between two rotten apples, choosing the less rotten one."

"So... what will be the result of this?" Angron looked around at the three of them.

"Him." Malcador glanced at Qin Xia. "He is at least a variable. There is hope as long as there is an unknown. It is better than a failure that is a foregone conclusion."

Angron was silent.

"Do you know what the most likely future is among your countless futures?" Malcador asked himself and answered himself. "You were nailed with the Butcher's Nail and turned into a bloodthirsty madman, but your adoptive father showed up and changed your fate, so this is one of the reasons why we chose to let him do what he wanted."

Angron was horrified. He adjusted his sitting position several times in a short period of time. He felt uncomfortable all over. "Butcher's Nails? If I were really hit with that thing, I can only hope that my adoptive father would have taken action to kill me in the arena at that time."

Qin Xia shook his head silently.

"Give you a quick death? You're dreaming." Malcador said gloomily, "Is it possible that your adoptive father may not appear in your future at all, and there is no one or thing on that planet that can completely kill you and give you a quick death?"

Hearing this, Angron took a deep breath.

Malcador suddenly laughed. "But don't think too much. You haven't become like that, have you? Your adoptive father has to go to the Imperial Senate today, and you, stay in the palace to learn some things. I will teach you personally."

"What to learn?" Angron seemed a little reluctant.

Malcador and the Emperor looked at each other again before he sneered and spoke.

"Learn - how to become the supreme military commander of the human empire."

……

After a while.

Qin Xia has left the palace and headed for the Imperial Parliament.

Angron still remembered the look of disbelief on his and his adoptive father's faces just now.

Even at this moment, when Malcador was walking in front and the Primarch was slowly following behind, he was still stunned.

"Warmaster, this word will be heard by people for the first time in the future, but this word and the meaning behind it are by no means the first time they exist."

"When your creator was still young, he was cheerful and ambitious. He planned to guide the direction of human development and eliminate some threats that were still in their infancy."

"At that time, the one fighting alongside him was not me, but an immortal who wore a cross on his chest."

Speaking of the Eternals, Malcador suddenly glanced back at Angron, wanting to see how Angron would react to hearing this.

"Orperthon? I heard he is older than the Emperor." Angron expressed his feelings as he walked. "He should have been there when the Emperor was impaled, so why would he still be..."

"He is the same as your Creator. To be more precise, he is the same as your Creator at a certain stage."

Malcador led Angron toward the hall at the end of the path.

"He...believes that humans have their own gods. This god will not be a cruel tyrant or executioner, but a benevolent god who truly wants to save humanity."

"Well, it's actually quite normal."

"The immortals are indeed old, but they have experienced too much and will lose themselves, becoming stupid and funny."

At this point, Angron wanted to ask: Including the Emperor? Malcador had anticipated Angron's question and answered in his mind, "Without a doubt."

Even if the Emperor heard this, he would only nod in agreement, because the Emperor himself felt that it was ridiculous for him to believe that there really were gods who loved and cared for humanity.

Treat the Dark Gods of the Warp as benevolent beings...

"In short, Orpesson was the first Warmaster," Malcador said. "He betrayed your Maker. He stabbed your Maker in the back with a dagger beneath the Tower of Babel."

"But the title of Warmaster will still be used."

"Because the human empire needs to carry out a great crusade, but your creator cannot lead the great crusade forever. Someone must take over his duties and become the supreme military commander of the empire."

"You will be a Warmaster, if you perform well enough, and..."

Makado hesitated for a moment and added.

"And if the timing is right."

The two slowly walked into the hall guarded by a mortal.

It was a rare sight for a mortal to appear in the palace to serve as a guard, so Angron couldn't help but take a second look at the mortal.

It was a man wearing power armor with a samurai sword hanging from his waist.

Nagase Yasushi, Malcador's agent.

Angron sensed everything in the guard's heart.

After the two entered the hall, Nagase Yasushi closed the heavy door and continued to stand guard at the door.

Makado mysteriously took out some books from his collection and placed them on the table.

Angron thought that the old man had some treasures to show him, but it turned out to be just some books on "interpersonal communication" written by Malcador himself.

These books are all Makado’s own insights, and they are the most useful information.

There's even a book that describes in detail how to actively please others.

As the most perfect minister, Malcador is very versatile. His character and methods do not depend on his nature or habits, but on others.

In other words, if the situation requires, Malcador can transform from a wily and gloomy person to an optimistic and cheerful person full of wisecracking words.

Just to cater.

Just to achieve the goal.

“Finish these books.” Malcador motioned Angron to take his seat.

Malcador is a psychic. Like Qin Xia, his body does not have an accurate representation of height. However, the office chair he uses is exceptionally large, as if this position was reserved specifically for a Primarch.

Angron did not sit over immediately, but asked, "Why do you want me to be the Warmaster? Don't you think this is too abrupt?"

Malcador looked at Angron in silence.

"When it comes to leading troops in battle, there are many who are better than me. My so-called creator has fully demonstrated the flaw in human nature, which is partiality. When Perturabo was born, his head was full of ways to build war machines, while I even had to learn the Nuceria language from others."

"In terms of management ability... to be honest, I don't think I'm the best."

Angron said as he picked up a book, flipped through it, and then put it down.

"Why let me be the Warmaster?"

After hearing what the Primarch said, Malcador's brows relaxed and his eyes were calm, as if asking: "So? What next?"

After Angron also fell silent, the Sigillite slowly spoke: "Look at you, what have you been raised to be like."

The Primarch saw many expressions on the Sigillite's face.

pity.

mercy.

pity.

Contempt.

"You wouldn't be such a person."

"Such cowardice, guilty conscience, and low self-esteem..."

"What kind of character has your adoptive father, whom you always talk about, made you into? A timid fool who obeys orders and is cowardly when faced with difficulties."

Malcador sneered.

But Angron could sense his thoughts, so he knew that Malcador did not think so in his heart, and was just trying to provoke him.

“My adoptive father is a person…” Angron’s eyes moved to the ceiling. “He is a person who praised me for growing up and becoming mature when I chose to kill a group of ordinary people. So I certainly can’t be a timid and cowardly person. From him, I learned self-confidence and the concept of unique values ​​based on a certain cultural background.”

After saying this, Angron lowered his head and looked at Malcador, with a slight smile on his face, and stood with his hands behind his back, his head held high.

Makado seemed to see an enlarged version of Qin Xia.

"One of the things he taught me was that I was not fit to be a Warmaster," Angron said. "It was that a man must recognize his own strengths and weaknesses. If one chooses a position and power that is not worthy of one's own, one will inevitably end up in disgrace and disgrace."

(End of this chapter)