Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 480 Perfect City
After breaking away from the Webway, the World Eaters fleet arrived outside the orbit of the planet Kour.

On the hangar deck of the Resolute Resolution, Uslan faced the Lord of the World Eaters and the Lord of the White Knights Think Tank and accepted their farewell.

"Eldrad Uslan, you are a respectable Eldar prophet."

Angron stepped forward and offered Uslan his hand.

The handshake was not a ritual used by the Eldar, nor was it the mainstream ritual of humans today, but Uslan had taken the initiative to use this etiquette because, according to the Eldar, humans had widely used the handshake at a certain time in history.

The prophet gladly held the Primarch's right hand, with a friendly smile on his handsome face: "I see in the web of fate that our destinies will converge at a certain moment in history in the future. See you then."

“Good prophet.” Angron smiled and nodded.

Uslan looked at Qin Xia again.

There was no expression on Qin Xia's face. He was not as kind as Angron, nor as full of hatred as other humans facing aliens. He just looked indifferent.

"A unique person." Uslan stepped in front of Qin Xia and pointed his long index finger, which was unique to the Eldar, at Qin Xia's waist. "Do you know how to use that pocket universe?"

Angron saw that his adoptive father had something hanging around his waist that was obviously an Eldar artifact. It was not normally used and was hung on the belt of his armor along with the books made by the Emperor and some other ancient relics.

But my adoptive father has never used this thing.

Because it has not shown any practicality, some people even speculate that the Lord of the White Knight likes alien accessories.

"I don't know how to use it." Qin Xia spoke frankly without any concealment.

This pocket universe was originally given to me by the Great Prophet in the Eldar Craft World, but the Eldar did not teach me how to use it at that time, and the Craft World was destroyed by the Greenskins, so naturally I didn't know about it.

"Can I?" Uslan stretched out his right palm.

Qin Xia immediately took off his pocket universe and handed it to Uslan.

The Great Prophet of the Usvi Ark World immediately picked up the pocket universe and gently rotated the object with his left palm, sometimes clockwise and sometimes counterclockwise, and finally seemed to activate it.

The prophet handed the artifact back to Qin Xia: "This is a relic of our ancestors. At that time, our people generally possessed powerful spiritual powers, so if you want to use this thing, you also need powerful spiritual powers. This is not a problem for you."

Qin Xia tried to infuse spiritual energy and use his thoughts to drive objects.

"Use your thoughts to drive the creature." When Uslan spoke, the ancient spirit creature had begun to hum and formed a vortex.

"What can this universe accommodate?" Qin Xia asked.

"A battleship... probably, maybe." Uslan's words were ambiguous. "In theory, a portable pocket universe can accommodate hundreds of galaxies, but the absolutely stable area is not large. If you force hundreds of galaxies into it, the objects contained may encounter unexpected and unsolvable catastrophic situations."

"Although the stable area is usually small, it is more than enough to accommodate a warship."

"..."

Qin Xia stared at the pocket universe in his hand.

Humans also have similar space technology creations, but they are not yet so miniaturized.

This shows the power of the Ancient Spirit Empire.

"Goodbye, human friends." Uslan smiled and waved, then turned and left.

After the alien left on the Eldar aircraft, Angron said to his adoptive father, "He does have friendly intentions in his heart, but his extremely friendly behavior is forced. I can sense that he is an extremely cold and mean person."

"Similar to Malcador?"

"Yes, father. Malcador is like that. He can act stupid and servile like a born slave, or he can act sinister and wise like a born conspirator."

"People with big plans are like this, kid."

Qin Xia walked to the edge of the hangar deck.

Beyond the layer of transparent energy that blocks the void and the interior space of the ship is the planet called Kul, and the outline of a huge city that is clearly visible on the surface of the planet.

Qin Xia observed the city with psychic vision.

The perfect city.

This holy place of the Word Bearers and the followers of the God-Emperor, its huge "body" is entrenched on the land plate.

Towering statue of the Emperor.

One after another, the Divine Emperor's Cathedral.

The hymns continued to float over every area of ​​the Perfect City.

The architectural style of the entire Perfect City is a typical religious one - everything related to God, whether it is sculptures, churches, or symbols used for worship, is built as large as possible. This is to make believers feel that they are very small when facing things that represent God, and that God is holy and great.

"A beautiful city." Angron walked up to his adoptive father and looked at the surface.

Although the Primarch's vision could not allow Angron to clearly see every detail of the city, it was enough for the Primarch to see the grandeur and magnificence of the city.

"Yes, but we must destroy this place." Qin Xia looked down at the Perfect City with a determined look.

After the two of them stared at the Perfect City for a moment, the Space Marines gradually lined up and gathered on the hangar deck.

The gunboat formation sailed out one after another from the circular aperture in the flagship that was specially designed for the passage of aircraft, and gradually landed on the vast hangar deck.

Before sending Uslan off, Angron had already made various arrangements.

The destruction of Perfect City has begun.

The Space Marines on the hangar deck began to board the plane one after another.

Not all of these World Eaters are armed.

Each combat team has a shooter who carries lethal weapons and ammunition. His duty is to shoot and kill the enemy when an unexpected situation occurs and lethal weapons must be used to solve the problem. Although the other soldiers also carry grenade launchers, the magazines are filled with special riot control gas.

This special ammunition developed by the Quadrant will be heated and catalyzed by the tail flame after being fired, forcing people affected by the riot gas to fall into a state where they no longer produce adrenaline, and their bodies secrete hormones that will gradually calm them down.

But after all, they are weapons and ammunition, and should not be used unless necessary.

There were a total of 30,000 soldiers gradually boarding the hangar deck. Their job was to patrol the sky over the city on gunboats to ensure that no locals would take advantage of the chaos to rob or commit violence.

These people are not all the personnel involved in the operation. At this time, there are Space Marines from other legions in the cruisers of the legion ready to board the airborne capsule. They will be deployed directly to various important locations in the city to quickly control major traffic arteries, fresh water purification plants, and propaganda agencies.

At the same time, there are other people preparing.

“Now is night, a good time to act,” Angron said.

"Who is the commander and person in charge of the operation?" Qin Xia asked.

"Mago. He is now the Chapter Master of the Second Chapter."

"Oh, he's perfect."

...the cruiser Hound's Tooth.

The entire World Eaters of the Second Regiment walked to the bottom of the cruiser in silence and entered the airdrop cabin one after another.

This claw-shaped airdrop pod is large in size and can even carry crew members back and forth between the surface and the warship, making it perfect for the current operation.

"Chamber Master."

The guards were wearing Iron Cavalry Terminator tactical dreadnoughts and were waiting in front of the entrance of an airdrop capsule with the Roman numeral one printed on it. When they saw the chapter commander arrive, they all saluted with their chests.

Mago silently came to the front of the guard members and led the guard into the airdrop cabin.

After the Chapter Commander and the guard members stood on the fixing frame, it slid down vertically from the ceiling of the airdrop cabin. After a dull sound, accompanied by the low hum of the hydraulic structure, the passengers were fixed. At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Mago.

According to the Legion's regulations, soldiers are allowed to chat before the operation begins and before the airdrop pod is released.

"Captain, your cloak..." a guard member asked.

Mago no longer wears the cloak of glory bestowed upon him by Legion Commander Kiel.

This is unusual.

"We may have to do something dishonorable today." Margo responded in a deep voice.

"Indeed, the city of the Brotherhood of Destruction."

"We just fought alongside the Word Bearers... What is wrong with the Empire that it forces our kind father to carry out such a cruel mission?"

"This isn't the first..."

The unfinished words were cut off by instinctive reaction.

The door of the airdrop cabin suddenly closed, and the space inside suddenly became dark.

Then, the battleship's internal broadcast sounded in the communication channel: "The delivery procedure will be initiated in three minutes."

There was silence in the drop cabin.

A moment later, accompanied by a tremor, the airdrop capsule fell to the ground.

The World Eater logo popped up in the upper right corner of the HUD in Mago's field of vision. The logo kept spinning to represent the loading process, and then the number thirty-one appeared in the upper right corner.

Thirty-one precepts.

This was a rule set by Angron after his return due to the brutality of his heirs. In each war, the number of friendly forces or civilians killed by the World Eaters could only be less than thirty-one.

This commandment has never been violated, so not long ago the number thirty-one no longer appeared on the World Eaters' tactical eyepiece HUD. The Legion regarded the disappearance of the thirty-one as a kind of honor, because it meant that the Primarch believed that his descendants had been corrected.

Now, the numbers are showing up again.

The drop capsule fell for a moment.

When the roar suddenly sounded and the sudden dull feeling was transmitted through Mago's legs to his brain, he realized that the airdrop capsule had started recoil propulsion, which meant that everyone was about to reach the surface.

After the airdrop capsule landed, the originally dark space was suddenly illuminated by a dim red light.

The gate began to slowly descend, and the light from the stars of the Kuer Galaxy, along with the magnificent scenery of the Perfect City, entered Mago's eyes.

When the gate was completely lowered and became a bridge to the outside world, Margo saw many people gathered in this city square-like environment, looking at the airdrop capsule with curious eyes.

The mechanical structure opened and closed, and the fixed frame rose slowly.

Mago took a step forward and led the guard members out of the airdrop cabin.

The Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Armor makes a heavy collision sound with the ground as it moves forward, and this sound itself is a deterrent.

Mago and his guards left the drop capsule and stood in front of the crowd without saying a word.

People were talking about these sudden guests.

"Are they angels?"

"Of course it's an angel! Only angels can be so tall!"

"No! Idiots! They are not angels! The symbol of the Word Bearers Angel Legion is not these scary-looking fangs and teeth!"

"The World Eaters! They are the World Eaters! They are not Word Bearers! Not Angels!"

Knowledgeable people have already recognized the legion to which Mago and others belong.

People suddenly became excited and argued loudly.

Mago could tell that in the religious narrative of the Word Bearers, only the Word Bearers Legion was the Angel of the God-Emperor, while the other legions were not.

This is obviously not to belittle other legions, but to try to explain: "Other legions are also Angels of the Emperor, but they do not identify with their angelic identity like the Word Bearers do, so try not to show your faith in them, but at the same time, you must also be firm in your faith, because they are likely to spread the perverse doctrine called Imperial Truth."

The argument grew louder, but Margo remained unmoved.

Because the preparations are not over yet.

A moment later, a fireball in the sky fell rapidly towards the ground, slamming into the square, behind Mago and others.

Amid the smoke and dust, a fire knight from the Knight Corps stepped out, the multi-barreled launching structures of the Avenger Gatling assault cannons mounted on both arms roared and turned, indicating that they were about to open fire.

The crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Don't preheat the weapons." Mago ordered on the communication channel, "It's not time yet!"

The roar of the assault gun gradually became smaller and even stopped.

The Fire Knights stood still, and the drivers among them waited quietly for Mago's arrangements.

Whether it's supervising the evacuation of civilians on board planes, or... he will do it anyway.

In a militarized organization like the Knight Corps, there is no non-militarized characteristic of the Knight Family where personal ideas influence behavior. Knight pilots obey any orders like soldiers.

Still need to wait.

The driver looked up.

The sky was filled with airdrop pods and falling knight mechas.

In the night sky, the flames they cause as they penetrate the atmosphere appear particularly clear and bright.

It is night now.

Even the time of action at night was specially arranged by Angron.

(End of this chapter)