Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 509 Be Prepared
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The command deck of the HMS Resolute.

The holographic imaging device is at the center both in terms of spatial coordinates and position.

Surrounding it are all the Primarchs, Qin Xia, and the Quadrants.

The officers of each legion surrounded them in three layers.

Everyone temporarily stared at the star map projected by the holographic image, focusing their attention on the galaxies occupied by their own side and the enemy.

"The technology that can neutralize the Hrud's entropy field has ended its experimental stage and has entered mass production." The technical personnel of the expeditionary force led by Quadrant Representative Angron said, "The forging engine is fully operational. We will not be helpless against the Hrud in land battles and void battles."

“You have done well,” Angron said.

Following this compliment, the Primarch paused.

Normally, such a contribution should be rewarded, but even though Angron knew Quadrant's inner thoughts, he didn't know what to reward him with.

Quadrant even thought that this was not a credit at all, because the technological achievements he created were built on the foundation laid by his three fellow believers.

"I have a new material called superalloy." Qin Xia said, "Use it to make ammunition and weapons. Even if the terrain and other conditions limit it and the anti-entropy device cannot assist, the Space Marines will be able to kill the Hrud."

"Superalloy." Quadrant tilted his head slightly, "I remember that was the technology in the experimental stage. Did it succeed?"

"It was a success, but even though this thing is what I wanted to build, I couldn't make rapid progress because I spent most of my time studying psychic energy." Qin Xia thought about it and decided not to talk about Super Xiao Qin. "Anyway, this thing can be used."

Long before, Qin Xia had already begun the research and development of super alloys because he knew that the Human Empire would inevitably have to deal with the Hrud in the future.

The idea and thoughts for researching this super alloy did not come from Qin Xia's sudden inspiration, but from his understanding of the Titanium Empire civilization that would not appear until thousands of years later.

The Tau Empire would also encounter the Hrud, but they were not beaten to a pulp like the Iron Warriors. Instead, they created a new type of material that was not affected by the entropy field, giving their warriors the ability to resist the entropy field.

This material developed by the Titanium Empire is also called super alloy.

"The Titanium Empire is really outrageous." Qin Xia thought to himself.

As a race that had not literally landed in the 30K period, they were able to stand out among the millions of alien races in the galaxy and fight back and forth with those legendary races in the galaxy. They must be extremely powerful.

"Then we should reallocate production capacity to produce weapons and equipment made of superalloys," said Angron.

Perturabo listened to this in silence, then took two steps forward among the brothers, pointed at the holographic image and asked, "From what you said, do we really have to continue fighting the Hrud?"

"Who was it that had to stick his neck out and charge at the Hruds?" Chagatai said.

The other brothers didn't say anything, but except for Curze, they all looked at Perturabo with some helplessness.

Perturabo was undoubtedly the most staunch advocate of war - that was the case before.

But now from what he said, he doesn't want to fight anymore.

"You don't think the two new technologies we have can change the situation of the war, so you still want the Iron Warriors to stay in the Battle of the Abyss and let us continue the Great Crusade?" Angron directly stated his brother's thoughts.

Perturabo nodded silently.

“The Iron Warriors suffered heavy casualties in this war… as always.” Angron turned his gaze away from his brother and looked down at the hologram. “You always think that the Emperor deliberately threw you into the most difficult and obscure battlefields, but in fact… you somewhat asked for it.”

"I don't care anyway!"

The Iron Lord said this almost in a roar. At the same time, he took two steps back with his hands spread out, his face showing an angry expression.

Then he pointed his right hand directly at Angron and continued.

"If those little inventions really don't work, and our expedition fleet is stuck here, with no new achievements other than those Hrud bastards for ten or twenty years, the Imperial Parliament and the Emperor will put the blame on you and then take off the laurels from your head, and then... I'm not the Warmaster anyway!"

The Iron Lord pointed at all the Primarchs present one by one and said, "I wish you could all stay here with me, so that I can have fewer children die!"

The Primarchs looked at Perturabo with even more helplessness.

Angron was silent for a moment, then touched the empty top of his head.

He had only the short black hair that Nuceria gladiators liked to wear.

“They can’t take it off.” Angron leaned over and held up the holographic device with his hands, still studying the star map. “The Warmaster’s crown is in my safe, not on my head. They can’t take it off.”

Perturabo wanted to say something else, but Angron went straight to the decision-making stage.

"Be prepared."

"First, we contacted the Hrud through the Kramo family. My father's reconnaissance mission did not disrupt the business relationship between the Kramo family of traders and the aliens. They still have the right to communicate with the Hrud."

"Send a message to them to go somewhere far away from the Empire."

"Considering that we are about to fight against the great enemy of Chaos, the Hrud xenos may be our allies in the future."

"Secondly, if the Hrud choose to refuse to migrate, we will resolve the issue through war."

Angron said as he turned away from the holo-image and looked at his brothers.

"From a strategic perspective, attacking the Hrud makes no sense."

"But from a more subtle perspective... I think the Hrud are not harmless to any class of humans. Some despicable imperial rulers in border galaxies will sell their people to the Hrud, and the Hrud will occasionally attack transport ships to rob supplies."

"Brothers, all humans other than us, including our descendants, were born and raised by our fathers and mothers. They are not just numbers that exist in the imperial statistical files."

After that, Angron quietly waited for his brothers' opinions.

"What about the Imperial bureaucrats? Those slaves were not only taken by the Hrud, but also sold by their own compatriots." Jaghatai said. "After the war, I will let the Night Lords resolve this matter." Angron looked at Curze.

Koz, who had been distracted, nodded half a second later.

The Primarchs were skeptical of Angron's decision.

Letting the Night Lords deal with this problem is not only a death sentence for the despicable people among the Empire's rulers, but also a death sentence for everyone in the world they rule.

The discipline of the Night Lords is poor and continues to deteriorate.

In Chagatai's opinion, even if Curze suddenly became someone like Angron one day, the bad reputation of the Night Lords could not be redeemed at all.

But considering that Angron was not a psychopath, perhaps he had his reasons. Therefore, no one objected.

"That's it. Gather the fleet and the troops, and we will go to fight or evacuate after the news comes back from the Kramer family," said Angron.

The Primarchs except Perturabo bowed slightly, then turned and left the command deck, returning to their respective legion flagships to make more detailed arrangements.

They also took their respective officers with them.

Seeing that the Primarch did not leave, the Iron Warriors naturally stayed, but Perturabo signaled them with his eyes to get out of the command deck, so they left again.

"You have the ability to read minds, but you always act so stupid. If there is any evidence that Qin Xia is your adoptive father, it is that you inherited his foul mouth." Perturabo frowned and said, "I put myself in your shoes, but you said I was asking for trouble."

“Why did you let the Iron Warriors suffer casualties alone when we could have fought the Hrud together?” Angron said. “You refused to rally in the Nuceria system and took the initiative to fight the Hrud…”

Perturabo interrupted angrily, "I told you! I was afraid you would get bogged down in the war! When the damn order from Terra reached me, I knew the Abyss War was a cesspool! And you plunged headfirst into it! How much do you think those little inventions can change the situation of the war? I'd say the Hruds haven't used their full strength yet."

"Everyone is watching you and Horus, comparing you both. You will lose your title in the spotlight because of your slow progress in the Great Crusade!"

"..."

Angron raised his right hand and touched his thumb and four fingers together, making the gesture look like a person closing his mouth.

After Perturabo was silent, Angron said, "The title of Warmaster did not come from the Emperor's reward or the pretentious coronation ceremony. It cannot be taken away because of the Imperial Senate or the Emperor's words."

"The foundation of this title is not those illusory things."

Angron thrust his fist lightly against Perturabo's chest.

The Lord of Iron lowered his head, and when he looked up he was still dissatisfied.

"Its foundation is the support of people including you. Even if we are stuck in the Abyss War for ten or twenty years..."

"It doesn't matter. With your tactical command ability, we will achieve results in ten or twenty years after the Battle of the Abyss that others can only achieve in hundreds of years."

Angron said.

Hearing this, Perturabo stared at Angron for a while, but his expression did not improve at all. He said nothing and turned away.

After watching his brothers leave, Angron turned to face his adoptive father.

"He has some basic settings that you absolutely cannot change." Qin Xia said.

Angron nodded.

At this time, everyone on the command deck had left except for the naval officers who originally worked here, as well as the Primarch and his adoptive father.

Angron walked up to his adoptive father and whispered, "I plan to use the Battle of the Abyss to deal with some things."

"For example, the judgment of Perturabo's home planet Olympia?"

"Yes, and there are also internal problems within the Midnight Lords Legion."

Angron considered his unspoken strategies.

"The Olympian Rebellion is a hurdle for Perturabo. He has to overcome it. It is his own business. As for the internal problems of the Night Lords, such as the Nostramo thug Space Marines like the Tattooed Count, this is something I can intervene in."

"These things will be resolved in this battle, and then our expeditionary fleet can be truly integrated."

"At least there will be no civil unrest."

Qin Xia listened to what Angron said and fell into deep thought.

In his opinion, the beginning of the catastrophe of the Horus Heresy was not Horus's injury on the satellite of Davin, but the Olympian Rebellion.

Perturabo went to quell the rebellion by directly slaughtering the mother planet. Afterwards, he regretted it just like he did after killing his sister, but he felt that he had no way back, and finally went down this path to the end.

Perturabo is not Horus, and is not chosen by the four gods, but he is the one who contributed the most to the series of wars before the Battle of Terra, and can be regarded as a model worker of the rebels.

Without him, the rebel war would never have progressed as quickly.

As the Night Lords became increasingly corrupt and unable to turn the tide, Curze became more and more autistic and extreme, which was also the key reason why he turned to Chaos.

So the Olympia event is similar to... the Battle of Heiangrad in Warhammer.

"Making two arrangements for the Hrud, ending the war and continuing the war, is not really a two-handed approach."

"Deal with the Hrud problem while also solving the problem of your Primarch brothers. This is the true preparation for both situations."

Qin Xia said.

Angron nodded.

(End of this chapter)