Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 438 Prince of Joy
"Magnus!"

"Magnus!"

"brother!"

Angron called out to Magnus loudly, but he could not see where Magnus was, nor could he sense his presence.

Angron didn't even know where he was.

He only remembered that he had just touched Magnus, and then in an instant he came to this damn place.

A purple country.

The floor was covered with purple-dyed velvet, and on top of that was a layer of lavender, translucent silk.

The sea water beside the road was surging. When a gust of wind with a strong aroma whistled over, the sweet smell of wine in the sea water came into Angron's nose, and he realized that the sea water was actually wine.

Ahead of the road is an incredibly gorgeous palace.

Purple decorations are found throughout the palace, gold and marble make up the building as a whole, and there are some beautiful purple reliefs used to decorate the building surface.

Angron didn't know where this place was, but he knew it was definitely not in the real universe.

The thing hanging in the dark purple sky - a huge eye, confirmed Angron's speculation.

The Primarch could always see the Eye while navigating the Warp.

Like the eyes of a planet.

Although the Primitive never figured out what the eyes were, he always felt a sense of comfort and closeness whenever they appeared.

It’s nice to see “old acquaintances” in this strange environment in the subspace.

The eye in the sky stared at Angron, watching him walk along the road and finally enter the palace.

The palace gates were immediately opened for the Primarch.

Two women in purple clothes stood at the door.

The two women were so perfect that if you put them on Nusa and compare them with the locals, even the most beautiful Nusa would look ugly.

“Your Highness,” the women said in unison, and then they removed Angron’s breastplate.

Normally, it would take Angron a long time to put on this breastplate, but it gradually slipped off with just a slight touch from these two people.

Angron was confused and was about to ask them what they were doing when he suddenly appeared in the hall inside the palace the next second.

Here, gold is used as footrests and as tables and chairs, and delicacies are placed randomly everywhere.

Perfect women and men serve guests like Angron here, serving tea, dancing, playing music, or...

Angron's eyes fixed on some people.

They gathered together like maggots...

In such a place, shame and decency have become the lowest things, even lower than the gold used as stepping stones. Only pleasure and enjoyment are the most precious and eternal things here.

"What the hell is this place?" Angron frowned and looked around.

"Is there nothing here that you like?" A woman and a man came up to the Primarch and spoke in unison, while handing him wine and cups.

Angron glanced at the wine, but didn't take it. Then he looked around... and suddenly he felt emotional.

What the hell.

No wonder Magnus keeps saying there are good things in the warp, it turns out he enjoys them every day... He and the Thousand Sons are really bold, what if this is just a trick...

As Angron was thinking this, the man and woman serving him suddenly spoke.

"It seems that everything here does not suit the taste of your distinguished guest."

"What about them?"

The sound of a sharp weapon cutting through flesh was heard.

One of the servants was beheaded and his body fell to the ground.

Then two warriors walked out from behind the screen in front of the palace while killing the servants.

It was a man and a woman.

The woman was wearing leather armor and holding a long sword. Her skin was bronze, and her well-proportioned and graceful muscle lines added a lot of beauty to her perfect figure.

The man was exceptionally strong, wearing heavy armor, with a snow-white complexion, and his entire body was like a finely crafted statue of Prospero.

The two warriors came to Angron and knelt on one knee. "My lord, we are willing to give you everything we have, both our lives and ourselves."

Angron looked the woman over. “I’m sure Yochula likes this type.”

"You don't like it?" the two soldiers looked up and asked.

Angron walked between the two men in silence.

The Primarch came to the center of the hall.

In front of him stood a woman in gorgeous purple robe, directing the waiters to serve the guests.

When she realized the Primarch was coming, the woman turned around.

At this moment, Angron's aesthetic perception suffered a strong impact.

There are no words that can be used to describe her, only a vague expression, that is perfection, perfection in every aspect.

Both her manners and appearance are perfect.

"Is there nothing here that you like?" the woman asked with a smile.

Angron shrugged.

“Perhaps you are not using the right method.” The woman walked up to the primarch. Her body, taller than Angron, gently leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Perhaps you should use your own method to enjoy the pleasure that only you can enjoy.”

The extremely beautiful and penetrating voice continued to echo in Angron's ears.

The sound penetrated deep into Angron's soul. Angron closed his eyes.

The innate ability to sense other people's emotions was released and connected to the hearts of everyone in the palace. The extreme joy that everyone's soul and body were experiencing at this moment was also sensed and endured by Angron.

These feelings built up and finally enveloped Angron like a gentle storm.

That was indeed an enjoyment that only Angron could enjoy, and it was a shackle that was difficult for a person to break through no matter how depraved he was - no matter how much he enjoyed it, only he could feel the pleasure.

These feelings multiplied and grew.

"How does it feel?"

A voice echoed deep in the soul.

"Excellent."

Angron said, trembling.

"Stay here, accept this, and I promise you will enjoy a more extreme and lasting pleasure than this." The woman in purple robes continued.

“Okay.” Angron nodded.

“Become the ruler of this kingdom, and become… my prince.” the woman continued.

"That's great." Angron's face showed an extremely happy expression.

"Then you should blend into me..." The woman looked up at the giant eye in the sky, "abandon the thing that is staring at you and blend into me..."

“Yeah,” Angron said happily.

"Then as you wish..."

"I have a question."

Angron still had that look of enjoyment on his face, but he raised a finger.

"What's the problem? Here, your curiosity can be satisfied." The woman smiled.

Angron opened his eyes, and the look of enjoyment on his face suddenly disappeared.

"The decadent pleasure I felt here was not as great as the pleasure I felt from the Nucerians on the day of the victory of the uprising. This absurd enjoyment of slave owners was not even one ten-thousandth of the gratitude that people felt from the bottom of their hearts."

Hearing the Primarch's cold and arrogant words, the woman gradually stood up straight and looked at him in confusion.

Then she realized she had been tricked.

“Go away!” Angron shouted. “Slaanesh filth!”

The woman looked at Angron helplessly, then took two steps back.

"Where have you taken my brother, you filthy creature?" Angron drew his chainsaw axe and pointed it at the woman. "You are the one who has been leading my brother and his brood into depravity, leading them astray and into a state of depravity?"

"Your brother is with my brother." The woman smiled and said, "Before this moment, I have never joined forces with him."

Angron frowned.

He speculated that the woman in front of him was the incarnation of "Slaanesh" among the "Chaos Gods" mentioned by his adoptive father.

And the brothers of Slaanesh are Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Khorne.

The place where I am now must be the realm of Slaanesh.

In fact, Angron also knew about Magnus and Tzeentch, but he appeared in this Slaanesh realm only after sensing Magnus. So after realizing that the woman in front of him was the incarnation of Slaanesh, he thought that Magnus was also brought to the Slaanesh realm.

"Do you want to leave?" the Avatar of Slaanesh asked gently, "My Prince."

"I don't believe you can let me go." Angron lowered his body, ready to chop the demon at any time.

"You can do whatever you want, my highness." The incarnation of Slaanesh pointed to the palace entrance. "This is your future territory, and you are the future Prince of Pleasure. How dare all the lowly things here fail to satisfy any of your requests and desires?"

"How could I become your pawn?" Angron hacked at the avatar.

The avatar flashed to the other side: "There's a lot of time to come, kid."

Angron put away his chainsaw axe, which was of no use to the demon, and then pondered what the Avatar of Slaanesh had said.

Considering that creatures in the warp often know the past and the future, I wondered if it was really possible for me to fall into the realm of Slaanesh in the future...

But then I thought about it.

My adoptive father once said that demons can bewitch real living beings, and if there is no special reason, what they say can be regarded as fart.

Thinking of this, Angron walked out of the palace and looked up at the sky as he stepped out of the door.

The eye is still there.

Thinking back to what the Avatar of Slaanesh just said about the Giant Eye...

"I see your curiosity," said the Avatar of Slaanesh. "What do you want to know?"

Angron was silent.

"That's you. A part of you."

The Avatar of Slaanesh said.

Angron had already begun running out of the palace, not wanting to hear the words, but the voice still echoed in his ears.

"You are not the creation of a human gambler at all. Or rather, not entirely."

"You are from the subspace, and your essence is insight."

"You should have thought about this and thought that your essence might be a subspace existence that can feel other people's emotions, but no, insight is your essence."

"The Emperor is our enemy, claiming to be fighting Chaos, but it was he who came through the Morlock Gate and made deals with us."

"You are the ones who made the deal!"

As Angron listened more and more and wanted to leave, he left the Realm of Slaanesh in the Warp.

(End of this chapter)