Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 435: Nature is hard to change

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The ultimate star field of the future.

Prospero sector.

Fuzari System.

A cruiser gradually approached the starport, and a large number of transport planes poured out of it and headed for Prospero.

When the transport plane formation landed in the planet's capital city, the City of Light, the Primarchs, White Knights, Rune Priests, and two thousand elite Death Guard warriors who walked out of it saw the people who came to greet them.

Magnus and the higher-ups of the Thousand Sons Legion, as well as the scholars of Prospero.

This was the first time Qin Xia and Angron met Magnus.

The Scarlet King has red skin and only one eye.

He was tall, but did not look mighty or imposing. He was not wearing armor, but a white robe.

Magnus raised his right hand slightly, as gentle as a scholar, with a decent and elegant smile on his face.

Perturabo was surprised when he saw Magnus smiling and coming to "pick up" his people.

Magnus did not seem to resist, nor did he want to resist - he only felt helpless and calm.

Angron sensed Magnus.

Although it was their first meeting, Magnus was really happy to see Angron here. He had seen in his psychic prophecy that executioner barbarians like the Space Wolves and Leman Russ would come, and he thought that Prospero was going to be in big trouble.

But when Magnus saw Angron in the psychic prophecy, he was sure that Prospero would be fine.

Because of Angron's performance in the previous Dawn Star conflict, and his full respect for the opinions of the Fifteenth Legion afterwards, and his distribution of benefits to the Fifteenth Legion that did not even attend the meeting... this was enough to make Magnus trust and like a brother he had never met.

Apart from these sincere emotions, Magnus had no conspiracy, forbearance or strategy in his mind.

He just wanted to be taken away quietly, and any subsequent debates or appeals would be made to the Emperor and Malcador - this idea might take a lot of probing for others to understand, but Angron sensed it immediately.

"On behalf of all the wise men of Prospero, I welcome you." Magnus came forward with his children and saluted his brothers respectfully.

The Primarchs except Mortarion returned the greeting.

Then Perturabo and Magnus started talking and told some past events. Then Magnus came to Qin Xia and Angron and introduced the two people beside him to them.

"Amon, my fosterer and educator," Magnus said. "Ahriman, my most favored child."

The two high-ranking figures of the Thousand Sons Legion saluted Angron and Qin Xia, and received salutes in return.

As members of the Thousand Sons Legion, the two men's attitudes were not quite consistent with Magnus's, but at least they did not want to bring things to the point of war.

The primarchs of other legions came to take away their own primarch, which was infuriating, but... the respect and trust Angron showed made it difficult for them to lose their temper in front of Angron.

"I have arranged accommodation for you in the Great Library of Tizca," Magnus said softly. "My brother, there are some things I want to discuss with your adoptive father."

"Of course." Qin Xia nodded and looked at Ahriman, "I believe Ahriman and I also have a lot in common."

"Indeed, Lord of the White Knights." Ahriman saluted again.

As they talked, the White Knight Librarians talked with the warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion. They were all psyker Librarians and of course had a lot in common.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe this meeting as a joyous occasion.

Because both sides are decent people, even if what is to be done may not be good, it will never reach the point of confrontation.

The happy atmosphere lasted for a while until a person showed up and broke it.

Avida.

The future Grand Master of the Grey Knights slowly walked out of the cabin of the transport plane.

He wanted to come to Prospero with Qin Xia, but hesitated for a while at the last minute. Now he has obviously made a decision and is ready to say something as a traitor in front of his legion.

The Thousand Sons stared at Arvida with fierce expressions.

The news of the Terran Council's accusations had reached Prospero, and everyone knew that it was Avida who had publicly accused his own Legion and the Gene-Father.

Qin Xia, Lord of the White Knights, was also the one who accused the Thousand Sons, but he was an outsider, and the Thousand Sons could still think that he just didn't understand their genetic father, so they could still get along here in a friendly manner.

But Avida...

"You're back." Magnus looked at Avida with a gentle smile on his face. "Before, you went out on a mission and suddenly lost contact. I thought something happened..."

"No, not at all." Avida shook his head.

Angron sensed Magnus's mood and realized that Magnus was not angry at all at this moment.

Magnus's mentality was the same as when he faced his primarch brothers, only with helplessness and indifference.

Magnus wondered why Arvida did not understand him, but he did not hate Arvida, because what Arvida did was just like the fable he always mentioned, which was the misunderstanding and persecution of the only wise man by the ignorant people in the dark cave.

This had happened more than once, and Magnus could understand it.

"I'm glad you're back." Magnus nodded with a smile. "I've given the order. No one will punish you, and no one will talk about this matter again." Avida nodded slowly.

Magnus then signaled his sons to take the guests to their residence.

The Thousand Sons enthusiastically took the guests to the Great Library of Tizca.

Even those silent Death Guard space warriors were led to their residences, but Avida was the only one who was ignored.

Qin Xia did not go with Magnus, but stopped to wait for Avida.

"Let's go, since you have decided to come, let's go to the Tizca Library together." Qin Xia stretched out his hand.

Avida frowned and thought for a while, then walked ahead: "I would rather be judged and exiled to a desert full of soul-eating bees."

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"Too beautiful!"

"Prospero!"

In the pyramid building of the Great Library of Tizca, which is specially used to accommodate scholars, all the primarchs are in a hall connecting many rooms.

Angron stood in front of the window and sighed at the scene outside.

Outside the window are pyramid buildings that are completely white and outlined in gold, shining brightly in the sun.

The building of the Great Library of Tizca is the most magnificent and beautiful. It was built by the Prosperos and they provided free food and accommodation to all the scholars, which just highlighted the Prosperos' emphasis on knowledge.

Most of the buildings in Prospero are white and gold, and the marble-paved roads are decorated with various artistic decorations on both sides.

People drive their vehicles slowly on the marble roads of Tizca, the City of Light, to avoid damaging the roads.

There were no order maintenance personnel in the city, but people always spoke in low voices and the city was not noisy at all.

In a world that values ​​knowledge, ignorance and rudeness are of course despised.

Magnus looked at the other brothers.

No brothers were watching the spectacle except Perturabo and Angron, who all sat down in the hall, sullen.

"When it comes to scenery, I have to admit without humility that Prospero is indeed much better than Nuceria," Magnus joked.

"That's true." Angron stood with his adoptive father and turned to his brother. "Nuceria is covered with red sand and snow. Our people don't have a good sense of architecture. Even the capital of Desia that was built later seemed too cold..."

"Perhaps Nuceria and Prospero can have some exchanges later." Magnus said with a smile, "Before I am taken to Terra, I will select some architects and artists to go to Nuceria and teach them some aesthetics about architecture and art."

“That is very good.” Angron nodded in agreement.

Magnus then bowed to his brothers and left the residence.

After Sigismund slammed the door of his residence, Mortarion stood up from his chair and said, "Stop looking at the scenery and talk about business, okay?"

"It seems that a certain Barbarus prefers the poison gas bomb planet." Perturabo said sarcastically, but still walked to the table.

The Primarchs gathered together.

Mortarion spoke first. "My sons have also been placed in the Great Library. They have chosen rooms that can be cleaned out in times of crisis and used as a fortress."

"Very good." Angron nodded. "Although Magnus and his men have a good attitude, we still need Mortarion's vigilance."

"Heh." Perturabo sneered.

Mortarion had a blank expression on his face, but it was just a blank expression. In his heart, he was actually extremely pleased.

He couldn't explain why, even though he disliked Angron, he was very happy when he was praised and recognized.

And Angron knew why better than Mortarion himself.

First of all, Mortarion is by no means a cold-blooded and cruel person.

He led the enslaved humans on Barbarus to revolt against the rule of the aliens and against the alien adoptive father who raised him.

But he was raised by aliens after all, so he did not have human consciousness from the beginning. He started to rebel only after humans had expectations of him, and through this behavior he gained people's recognition and then received positive feedback in the form of gratitude. Positive feedback is also Mortarion's motivation.

Mortarion just wanted to be recognized, and when he was carrying out the uprising in full swing, the Emperor suddenly came and killed the aliens without saying a word. He felt that the uprising was not completed by him, and the Emperor became the hero who finally wore the crown of victory and was grateful and respected, so he felt dissatisfied.

Recognition, approval, that's what Mortarion craved.

And Angron could sense this.

In the opinion of the Lord of the XII Legion himself, it was easier to get along with Mortarion than with Perturabo.

"What do we do next?" Russ asked, "Live here and have fun for a while until Magnus says I want to go with you?"

“No, we will discuss the charges against Magnus tomorrow and offer to take him back to Terra.” Angron looked around. “This is just a formality. He has no intention of disobeying orders.”

“It feels like things aren’t going so smoothly,” Mortarion said.

“There may be some problems, but it’s okay, leave it to me.” Angron smiled.

(End of this chapter)