Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 434 So Smooth
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The Think Tank fleet leaves the solar system and heads for Prospero.

The other Primarchs who were about to participate in the operation to capture Magnus also temporarily withdrew from the Great Crusade with the elite troops of their respective legions, and the fleets of all parties finally gathered in a star system called Koprulu.

Each Primarch involved in a joint operation needs a battleship as a command center and force support.

Only Rogal Dorn brought a Glorious Queen-class battleship, his Eternal Crusade.

When the fleets of various parties gathered together to form a coalition, Qin Xia and Angron headed from the White Knight to the Eternal Expedition.

When the transport plane carrying the two landed in the hangar of the Eternal Expedition, the moment the cabin door opened, the person who greeted Qin Xia and Angron was also the owner of the Eternal Expedition, Rogal Dorn.

There was no expression on Rogal Dorn's stone-like face.

The emotions revealed in those rock-hard eyes are only determination and steadiness.

Dorn's rock-like body was wrapped in heavy golden armor, with castle-like decorations on both sides of his shoulder armor, which made him look even more solid.

Rock...

Qin Xia thought of this joke. Anyway, Rogal Dorn always described himself as "rock-like", and it seemed that this Primarch did not reveal much personality or characteristics.

"..."

Dorn was silent, looking at Angron, surrounded by his sons.

This was not the first time the two had met. At the end of the Greenskin counterattack in the Onus sector, Dorn went to the sector with the Emperor to participate in the war, where he met Angron, but it was only a one-time encounter.

Angron still wore his heavy armor.

The Lord of the Twelve Legions did not have a dignified and respectable demeanor. His steps were very casual, and his arms were casually placed on the handles of the chainsaw axes hanging on his left and right waists.

Behind Angron were the Blood Drinkers.

These guards, wearing Terminator tactical dreadnought armor, were as casual as their original masters. They walked loosely on the road, looked around at the surrounding environment, and whispered to each other from time to time.

But Dorn had studied some of the deeds of the Twelve Legions, and of course he knew that these blood drinkers only seemed lazy and loose in a safe environment. If they were in a battlefield environment, they would be united as if a hundred people shared one brain.

"If possible, I hope to have a competition with them."

The Son of Dorn named Sigismund stepped forward to stand beside the Gene-Father and spoke into the intercom channel.

Dorn tilted his head slightly towards his offspring, but made no comment.

Sigismund continued, "During the previous conflict on Dawn, the Imperial War Council conducted a war assessment of the XII Legion. The document stated that these blood drinkers could slaughter a company of Space Marines without the assistance of the Primarch, of course, in hand-to-hand combat."

Dorn watched as Angron and his company came near and stopped, saying, "I see more."

"Hello again, brother." Angron took off his helmet and held it in his hand, and held out his other hand to Dorn.

Dawn hesitated.

Angron sensed that Dorn was unhappy with his actions during the Dawn conflict.

But Dorn finally took Angron's hand, and without another word, he turned and led the way.

"The Sigillite has issued an order in astropathic language. I will be in full command of the joint operation to capture Magnus." Dorn's cold and resolute voice reached Angron's ears.

“That’s why you’re the only one who brought the Glorious Queen-class battleship.” Angron nodded. “I’ll follow your command, brother.”

Dorn walked ahead in silence.

Qin Xia and Angron looked at each other and thought at the same time that this old guy Malcador had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

It was obvious that the future Warmaster was to be in charge of the joint operation, but the command was given to Dorn, allowing the future Warmaster to seize the command from his brother.

The Blood Drinkers behind the Primarch and the Lord of the White Knights looked at Dorn and his descendants with unfriendly eyes.

The Blood Drinkers all knew that Angron would become the military commander, but he kept this a secret from his descendants other than them, because the Primarch was used to discussing matters with his brothers, sisters and adoptive father.

The gladiators of the Blood Drinker Guard would not reveal any information, and as insiders, they understood that Angron needed to seize command.

So Yochura quickened his pace and walked to Angron's side, saying in his heart, "The man standing next to Dorn should be Sigismund. I heard that he is very good at swordsmanship. Let me compete with him..."

Angron sensed Yochura's inner thoughts and shook his head slightly.

The encrypted communication, which was more secure than the internal communication channel, ended.

Everyone took transportation to the command deck.

Dorne was very silent throughout the journey and said nothing until he entered the command deck of his flagship.

The gate of the command deck opened, and Dorn walked to the star map to supervise the crew in planning the route.

And Dorn wasn't the only one on the command deck.

Perturabo stood in front of the porthole. He could tell who was coming just by hearing Angron's footsteps, but he just turned his head slightly and continued to stare at the void outside the porthole.

Mortarion was leaning against a column on the command deck, talking to a Death Guard.

Leman Russ sat in a chair in the corner of the command deck and nodded to Angron who came in.

Angron nodded to Russ and walked towards Mortarion, ready to get to know the brother he had never met.

Mortarion, Primarch of the Death Guard, stopped talking and looked up at Angron.

The eyes on his pale face seemed somewhat sinister, his arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he leaned against a pillar. This posture also made him look very defensive.

"Keep this wizard away from me."

When Angron held out his hand with a smile, Mortarion suddenly spoke coldly.

"I can smell the hateful psychic stench coming off him."

The smile on Angron's face instantly disappeared, and he dropped his outstretched hand.

"I couldn't ask for more." Qin Xia took a few steps back. "The stench of Barbarus has been imprinted in your genes. When I first came to the Eternal Expedition, I knew from a breath of air that a guy from a cesspool planet must be on the ship."

Mortarion stared at Qin Xia.

Barbarus is his home planet, a world filled with poisonous gas.

That world was ruled by aliens, and humans were in a state of slavery. Mortarion was raised on that planet by an alien psyker adoptive father. He then led the people in a rebellion and ultimately succeeded.

During this experience, Mortarion was proud of everything except the time when the Emperor suddenly arrived and took the crown of victory without saying a word when the rebellion was about to succeed.

Although the planet of Barbarus was a harsh and cruel one, he built industrial areas and safe residential areas, and people became better because of his changes...

But this hateful psychic called Barbarus the "shithole planet".

It was hard for Mortarion not to feel angry.

"You know that the Lord of the White Knights of the 12th Legion is a sharp-tongued and ruthless character who is looking for trouble." The Death Guard at the side patted the Primarch's belly, then took off his helmet and walked towards Qin Xia with a smile, "Typhon. This is my name, and I am also a psyker like you."

Qin Xia looked at the Death Guard named Typhon in front of him without saying a word. Typhon smiled awkwardly, shrugged, and walked towards Angron again: "It's my honor to meet you."

“Me too.” Angron held out his hand.

The scene of Typhon and Angron shaking hands was seen by Mortarion, and the Lord of the Death Guard had a complicated look in his eyes.

Angron could sense a mixture of emotions from Typhon and Mortarion.

They were extremely close, yet jealous of each other.

This is different from the relationship between Luther and Llane. Typhon is not Mortarion's adoptive father, but he is Mortarion's close comrade-in-arms. It is not an exaggeration to say that the two are childhood sweethearts.

Mortarion watched Angron bow slightly and shake hands with Typhon, and regretted not taking the initiative to shake hands.

The battleship's portholes closed and the entire fleet jumped into the warp.

As they sailed towards Prospero, Rogal Dorn walked to the center of the command deck and said, "Everyone come here."

After hearing these commanding words, Angron sensed that Mortarion and Perturabo were dissatisfied, and Rogal Dorn's inner thoughts could be more appropriately expressed as "Brothers, please come here" rather than "Come here".

But Dorn was the commander of the joint operation arranged by the Sigillite after all, so the Primarchs still gathered around.

As he and his brothers gathered around Dorn, Angron sensed what others could only detect with careful analysis and judgment.

That is the attitude of the brothers towards the commander of the joint operation.

As the current commander, Rogal Dorn's supporter is Mortarion.

Perturabo did not think Rogal Dorn could handle the matter, and preferred Angron.

Leman Russ was not close to any of his brothers in terms of interpersonal relationships, but he felt that although the action was claimed to capture Magnus, on the surface it was actually to invite Magnus back. It would be bad if the conflict escalated to the point of war.

This requires mediation and careful consideration.

The Sigillite did not let Angron be the commander but let Dorn be the commander. There must be something going on. If Angron wants to take command, he should help him - this is what Leman Russ thinks.

"You are the commander chosen by the Sigillite after all." Perturabo glanced at Angron and fixed his eyes on Dorn. "I will obey your orders."

Angron looked toward Perturabo.

Perturabo had a slightly evil idea at this time. He wanted the other brothers to think that they also supported Rogal Dorn, and then turn against him at the critical moment and let Dorn give the command to Angron.

Perturabo knew he could not hide his thoughts, so he gave Angron a sly smile while the other brothers focused their attention on Rogal Dorn.

The Lord of Steel even thought directly in his heart: "Dorn can also command this operation? You have to take his power away."

Sensing this, Angron rolled his eyes at Perturabo.

The little smirk on Perturabo's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a deep suspicion - why Angron treated him so badly.

"There's no way Magnus would be willing to be brought back to Terra by us." Mortarion leaned against the tactical table and said coldly, "We have to discuss this matter now and discuss the forced decision. I believe this is also the purpose of the Sigillite, otherwise why would Russ be arranged to come here."

Dorn looked at Leman Russ.

Ruth deadpanned.

The Space Wolves, like Curze's IX Legion, carry out executioner missions, but the Space Wolves are more "inward-looking" in terms of power and responsibility.

Angron sensed that Leman Russ had no feelings about this stereotype. Russ was a civilized and intelligent man, he would not get angry about such a thing, nor would he want to say anything at this time, so he just took it as his tacit agreement.

Rogal Dorn's idea was that since Cyjanus had made accusations in the Imperial Senate and the Senate had announced that Magnus would be tried, it would not come to the point where the Space Wolves had to use coercive measures.

Mortarion's idea didn't work.

"What do you think?" Dorn looked at Angron.

Dorn's idea was: Angron could sense other people's emotions, so he could naturally control Magnus's mentality. Maybe he could make Magnus return to Terra with just his mouth.

"My opinion is..." Angron glanced at his brothers, "We Primarchs will enter Prospero alone on a cruiser, and the fleet will stay outside the system where Prospero is located. If we can achieve our goal through conversation, we must not anger the Thousand Sons and Magnus."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mortarion snorted and laughed. "Magnus, this damn wizard is just like your adoptive father. He has been obsessed with supernatural powers to the point of madness. Will he follow you and leave Prospero?"

Angron turned and stared at Mortarion. "I had in mind the possibility that Magnus would rebel. My foster father will see to it that he is taken by us no matter what."

Mortarion snorted again.

Angron continued, "Psykers are best used against psykers, with all due respect, brother. Suppose you had brought the entire Death Guard with you this time, instead of just a few thousand men like we did. If the entire Death Guard were deployed to Prospero, they would have no choice but to outnumber the Fifteenth Legion."

"You're right, get beaten and die. The tenacious Death Guards are good at this." Perturabo said sarcastically.

Perturabo, who had a good relationship with Magnus, chose to support Angron in leading the joint action. His purpose was not only to support the person with whom he had a good relationship, so as to deprive Dorne, who had a bad relationship with him, of the power to make decisions, but also because he really did not want to make things to the point where a war had to be started to resolve it.

"I support Angron's opinion." Rogal Dorn stated.

"I agree with Dorn," Perturabo said.

"I support Angron, too." Leman Russ, who had been silent all this time, cast the crucial vote at this moment.

Angron looked at Mortarion.

Mortarion spread his hands: "The minority obeys the majority. But wait until your actions give the Fifteenth Legion time to react, and then let them perform a psychic ritual on you, then you will know who is right."

Angron turned and walked toward the tactics table.

The star map of the entire Prospero galaxy has been displayed on the tactical table.

"Russ, you brought the rune priests of your legion, right? Then please lead the rune priests to accompany us." Angron said.

"The Rune Priest will obey the orders of your adoptive father." Russ nodded.

“Perturabo, I hope you can study Prospero’s defense system. If we really have to go to war, we will need a battle plan to quickly dismantle Prospero’s defenses,” Angron added.

The Lord of Steel nodded: "Okay."

"Dorn, I want your flagship to be ready to sail to Prospero as the main force of the fleet. If my plan fails and I have to attack by force, the Eternal Crusade must be able to enter the galaxy and join the battle immediately." Angron looked at Dorn.

Dorne's rock-hard face showed no expression, he just hummed lightly.

Finally, Angron looked at Mortarion. "While you may have many opinions about me... I know that you are familiar with psykers, and you and your children are known for your tenacity. We will certainly bring some troops with us to Prospero, so if negotiations fail, I hope that the troops that can temporarily protect our lives on Prospero will be your Death Guard."

Angron sensed that Mortarion appreciated the recognition.

The look on Mortarion's face was no longer so sinister. "When the time comes, I will make sure you don't get beaten all over Prospero by the Fifteenth Legion."

After the deployment was issued, each Primarch left the command deck to make more detailed deployments.

Angron stood in the center of the command deck with his head held high, waiting.

It was as if he was on his flagship, the Resolute Resolve, and as if he was the commander of the joint operations appointed by the Sigillite.

"So smooth." Qin Xia thought as he looked at his adopted son.

(End of this chapter)