Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 504: Angry Old Skin
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half a month later.

Abyss Battle Front.

Gugan Galaxy.

The White Knight think tank fleet and an Iron Warriors battleship jumped out of the warp, running rapidly in the void, converging towards the main fleet of the Iron Warriors Legion.

The Fourth Legion's flagship, the Iron Blood, was at the forefront of the fleet, conducting an orbital bombardment of the planet below.

Qin Xia and Dantioch took a transport plane to the Iron Blood together.

As the flying vehicle driven by the ace pilot Kova entered the hangar of the Iron Blood, a battleship without portholes, Dantioch was thinking worriedly.

Dantioch could see that Qin Xia cared about him very much.

The Lord of the White Knights did not even use psychic teleportation, which was obviously because he did not want to make the Lord of Iron, who hated psychic powers, dissatisfied and then vent his anger on his own offspring who had just suffered a defeat.

Presumably, the Lord of the White Knights will speak for himself later... but it's better for him not to speak for himself, because he and his adopted son, the Primarch, do not mean the same thing to Perturabo.

"We're here." Qin Xia stood up after hearing the news on the transport plane, helped Dantioch out of the vehicle, and headed for the command deck.

Even though Qin Xia had been using psychic magic for Dantioch during the past half month, he was only a few hundred years younger than before.

With Qin Xia's psychic power, he can directly transform a frail old man into a strong young man, or even turn him into a babbling child. However, Dantioch is not a psychic, and his body's ability to withstand psychic energy is very limited, so the treatment progress becomes slow.

"Can you use your psionic magic to boost my spirits?" Dantioch said, now at least he could speak fluently. "Even if it's only temporarily... I'm afraid the Primarch will hate me now that I'm old and frail."

Qin Xia thought for a moment and immediately injected psychic power into Dantioch.

This adrenaline-like psychic power immediately made Dantioch energetic.

The two men stepped onto the command deck.

Clearly the battle was not going well, as Perturabo sat on the throne on the command deck with a gloomy face.

None of the heirs around dared to keep their heads at a 90-degree angle; they all lowered their heads and said nothing.

There were also a few Mechanicus standing in the corner of the command deck, talking about something.

"Dantioch?" The Lord of Iron raised his head.

Dantioch was wearing strong armor and a helmet. The armor, which had begun to fall apart, had long been replaced, but the Primarch still noticed that he was not in good condition.

"The Volpasian Gorge has been lost, Lord of Iron."

"I lost almost all my fleet and my troops."

Dantioch said as he slowly took off his helmet.

Along with the sound of the neck seal deflating, the helmet was slowly taken off, revealing the old face to everyone on the command deck.

Perturabo was not surprised, for he knew what the Hrud aliens were capable of, and had seen those offspring who had been made very old.

The Primarch could only sigh at this moment.

And those Tridents and other Iron Warriors present looked at Dantioch with solemn eyes.

Whether it is Dantioch or the other Space Marines who were turned into old men, they undoubtedly prove that the immortality of the Astartes promoted by the Imperial institutions is a ridiculous lie.

In the silence, Qin Xia couldn't help but worry for Dantioch.

Next, Perturabo might suddenly explode and scold Dantioch, and then be rebuked by Dantioch, and finally demote Dantioch.

Then, people were killed because the war was not going well.

Angron might have been able to control him if he were there, but the problem was that Angron was not there.

However, the facts were beyond Qin Xia's expectations.

"How many people did you lose?" Perturabo lowered his head and rubbed his temples in annoyance. The cables behind his head, like thick dreadlocks, made noises as his head shook slightly.

"I brought back several hundred men and a warship," said Dantioch.

Some Iron Warriors immediately looked at Dantioch with contempt and disgust.

There was an entire fleet, a fortress, and several camps on the defense line where Dantioch was located. Now there are only a few hundred people and a warship returning. This is undoubtedly a major mistake.

Whatever the details, Dantioch destroyed an entire fleet and army, and he should be held accountable for it.

"My Lord..."

"Shut up!"

The Lord of Steel's impatient roar and the sound of the throne's armrests being shattered rang out at the same time.

When Perturabo was angry, none of the Iron Warriors on the command deck dared to breathe.

"That is enough. Until you can wash away your shame, you will no longer be a Trident," Perturabo said.

Dantioch saluted.

Perturabo did not punish Dantioch any further, nor did he banish him to some remote place as Qin Xia had expected, nor did he even insult Dantioch for not being "strong both inside and out".

The Lord of Steel hasn't mentioned the issue of being strong both inside and outside for a long time, because he himself feels that he is not strong both inside and outside, so naturally he doesn't have the confidence to make demands on his offspring.

As Perturabo had said to Angron earlier, after they were transported away together during the Battle of Ghoron during the Battle of Ullanor, he had rusted.

"..."

There was silence on the command deck.

The incident passed in silence. No one was killed by the enraged Primarch, and no one heard the Primarch's indiscriminate curses. There was only silence. "The Iron Warriors have already paid the price in this war against the Hrud." Qin Xia spoke to break the silence. "I saw in the Web of Destiny that if the war in this galaxy continues, the Fourth Legion will pay an even heavier price."

Everyone on the command deck focused their eyes on Qin Xia.

"Primarch, I suggest that you lead your legion to evacuate this galaxy first." Qin Xia said to Perturabo.

The Iron Warriors looked back at their Primarch.

Their action showed their current thinking: the Battle of the Abyss should still go on, but at least they should not fight to the death with the Hrud under the current circumstances.

"And then?" Perturabo asked.

"Then we will rest and wait for Angron to lead other legions to support us." Qin Xia said frankly, "I am not against you waging this war, even though I don't think from the bottom of my heart that going to war with the Hrud is a meaningful decision, but since this order comes from the Emperor himself..."

Qin Xia hadn't finished speaking yet. Perturabo suddenly stood up from the throne and walked to the holographic projection device ten meters away from Qin Xia.

The Primarch lowered his head with a fierce look and remained silent for a second, then turned around and looked at the "porthole" as he was accustomed to doing on the Resolute Resolution.

After seeing the tightly fitted iron plate of the Iron Blood, he turned back and looked at Qin Xia.

"It was me who won the title of Warmaster for my brother in the Ullanor War! It was me who led all the legions of our Vanguard Army to break through the defenses of the Ullanor Empire and kill all the way to Ullanor I! It was me who found the flaw in Ullanor I's defense! It was me who formulated a plan that could evaporate Ullanor I and the Alien Emperor together!"

The Primarch said as he banged the holo-projection device loudly.

"You have no right to question my ability!"

"If it weren't for me, would you have been able to help your adopted son win the Warmaster's crown with your little psychic tricks during the Ullanor War?!"

Listening to what Perturabo said, Qin Xia frowned slightly, feeling that Perturabo was not quite satisfied with what he had done.

If everything had gone according to the original trajectory, Angron would have been the madman who punished the Scions with eleven blows after they failed in battle. There was another madman who would do this, and that was Perturabo.

The difference between these two guys is that if one doesn't use the Butcher's Nails it's still normal, but even if the other doesn't use the Butcher's Nails, he's incredibly smart and will still kill with eleven draws, and if he's unhappy, someone around him will die in his hands.

But Qin Xia could still feel the problem Perturabo was facing now.

Not long after the Hrud Alien War began, the Iron Warriors were already losing ground and were beaten into a daze.

All the pressures put on Perturabo made him furious and irritable.

"I don't doubt your ability, Perturabo," Qin Xia said. "Angron often told me that you were his counterexample. When he climbed out of the amniotic fluid tank, he had nothing but strength, but you were born with knowledge. You can build war machines that he can't even understand. Even if he studied siege warfare for a hundred years, he would not be able to match your current command ability."

"But it is a fact that this war has been frustrated. It is also a fact that if we continue to waste time in the Gugan system, we will pay a heavy price."

"We must evacuate now and wait for support from other legions and primarchs. The premise is that this war really needs to continue."

Qin Xia tried to speak in a pleasant manner, and also used Angron to praise Perturabo. He just wanted to "hold down" Perturabo first and then evacuate.

But while Mortarion might be a donkey who takes the cues from others, Perturabo is definitely not.

"My legion needs a victory to boost morale." Perturabo turned to face the strategic diagram on the holographic image. "It has not even been three months since we joined this war, and the war has reached this point... I will never retreat strategically without a victory!"

"You want to occupy the planet called Gugan." Qin Xia walked to Perturabo and pointed at the holographic image, "But I tell you, this is impossible. Gugan cannot be occupied. Then a land-sized ship will rise from it, and then release time energy, causing the Iron Warriors to suffer heavy damage without any achievement."

After hearing this information, Perturabo thought silently and finally made a decision.

"Then consider it as gathering information."

The Lord of Steel turned to look at the captain of the flagship and issued orders one after another.

"The fleet keeps its distance from Gugan."

"If the situation my brother's adoptive father described occurs, retreat immediately and ignore my orders."

The captain saluted.

The fleet continued to bombard Gugan.

Perturabo no longer attempted to capture the planet Gugan as originally planned.

Qin Xia waited silently.

A moment later, a team of Iron Warriors stepped onto the command deck.

"My Lord, the Kasai galaxy we were responsible for guarding has been lost." The leading Iron Warrior immediately reported.

Perturabo was already irritable, and he became even more furious when he heard the news of the loss. He turned around and asked, "Where is the warsmith who commanded you? Unless he is dead, make him come out and report to me in person!"

The team of Iron Warriors made way.

The last Iron Warrior at the end of the team stepped forward.

Qin Xia noticed that this Iron Warrior was clearly not a war blacksmith-level warrior, regardless of his badge or mark.

The soldier stopped, took off a backpack from his back, unzipped it, and took out a baby from it with one hand.

"My Lord, he has no way to report to you in person."

The baby was sitting upright on the warrior's arms, his two chubby little hands crossed over each other, and his facial expression was the classic Iron Warrior-style sour face.

The Hrud turned one of Perturabo's best lieutenants into a child.

Perturabo shattered the hologram with one punch, and the heavy, rapid breathing of a beast echoed in the command deck.

This incident dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the warriors, and even to the Primarch himself.

But this is just the prelude to the truly terrible thing that Qin Xia said.

(End of this chapter)