Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 515 Cleaning
Cleansing a large portion of an Astartes Legion would require a great deal of preparation.

Detailed plans, lists, screenings, and tests...

And all of this requires a person of great authority and status to do it, such as the Primarch, or someone like the Emperor and Malcador.

But for Angron, he could achieve better results with a simpler approach.

And be able to do it right away.

The Night Lords Space Marines received orders from their Primarch to gather from the various warships of the Legion and then gather together on the Legion's flagship, Nightfall.

The vast, dark lower deck of the Nightfall became the assembly area.

The Night Lords Space Marines were assembled in companies and phalanxes.

The reason they were given was to accept the inspection of the Warmaster.

This reason is not convincing, but since it is an order given by Koz himself, it must be executed.

A total of 110,000 Midnight Lords had assembled, and after waiting for one solar hour, the people at the front of the phalanx saw snow and wind ahead.

Then, the Warmaster, his own Primarch, and the World Eaters' Chief of the Librarian trudged out from the snow and stood in front of everyone.

Some people were still walking out from the wind and snow.

They were wearing scarlet Iron Cavalry Terminators and holding a variety of inconsistent weapons. There were about a hundred of them.

Blood drinker.

The Tattooed Count recognized these men as the guards of the World Eaters' Primarch, regulars in the Night Lords' daily ethical jokes.

If the Terrans in the Legion were not here at this time, then Jando would say in the communication channel: No traitor, here's some World Eaters ethics jokes.

The Blood Drinkers stood behind the two Primarchs and the Master of the Librarian.

They held their heads high, holding their helmets, and looked at the Night Lords with contempt and sarcasm.

These people gathered into square formations, but they looked like the civilians and slaves who lined up for food after each war during the uprising.

Just looking at it gives me that feeling.

In fact, even if the Nucerias were extremely hungry and tortured, they would spontaneously stand in an orderly manner like soldiers without any orders to assemble into a square formation, instead of standing sloppily, some sitting, some standing, and some chatting.

Most Night Lords have this perception, but the Terrans are different.

The Terrans were organized into Terran companies due to Sevatar's deliberate arrangement.

They wore the "cold and gorgeous" armor of the Night Lords and stood motionless in the shadows.

That's the Night Lords.

"They are armed," Qin Xia said to Angron, "but it doesn't matter."

Angron nodded, and then said to the crowd, "After a while, those who have left the line will gather at the checkpoint behind the pass."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Duo turned around and looked behind him. Behind them was the vast logistics transportation channel on the lower deck, as well as the magnificent checkpoint. The promethium fuel to be transported to the engine room would pass through the checkpoint that looked like a fortress.

After saying this, Angron closed his eyes and tried his best to sense the inner thoughts of every Night Lord present.

Qin Xia placed his hand on Angron's shoulder, actively sensing Angron's perception.

The past and inner thoughts of the Night Lords Space Marines are revealed.

After Angron discovered the inner thoughts of one person after another, Qin Xia marked those who needed to stand out, and they appeared black in the psychic vision.

When Angron opened his eyes again, he completed the screening that took many others to complete.

Qin Xia gently raised his right hand and fiddled with his fingers.

About 80,000 Night Lords were pushed forward by psychic energy and stood out like puppets.

Most of them are of Nostraman descent, with some of Terran descent as well.

If you are not of Terran descent, you will not be influenced by Nostramo descent.

"Go in." Koz raised his hand and pointed to the checkpoint.

Some of the Night Lords looked toward Jandor.

By now, Zhanduo already felt that something was wrong, but considering that all the people picked out were armed, and that the number of people around the Primarch and the Warmaster was less than one thousandth, it should be impossible to do anything with just these people.

Even if there is that powerful psychic... The Night Lords are not without powerful psychics. The Nostramo think tank, which was originally composed of psychic criminals, is not as afraid of "limits" as the World Eaters think tank.

Jando turned and walked towards the checkpoint.

A swarm of Night Lords swarmed into the checkpoint like flies.

When Zhan Duo passed through the slowly opening giant gate and entered the checkpoint, he first saw that there were no containers or anything like that in the checkpoint, it was a vast expanse with no obstructions.

Then he saw more than thirty World Eaters Librarians standing in the center of the checkpoint.

The space has become unnaturally cold due to the presence of so many powerful psychics.

"How did they get here? I just saw that the checkpoint was empty." said a Night Lords Librarian.

Zhanduo turned and looked behind him.

Outside the gate, Angron and Curze were walking side by side with the Blood Drinkers and the Librarian, heading towards the checkpoint.

And the gates are slowly closing.

"You don't have to go in." Angron said to Coze the moment the gate closed, "I'm worried that what happens next will make your mental problems worse." "I think what Perturabo said to you before makes sense. I can't always wait for others to deal with problems." Coze said.

"But we need to analyze the specific situation. Your mental problem is the biggest problem." Angron motioned for Coze to stay outside.

Koz stopped.

Qin Xia teleported Angron and the blood drinkers into the isolated checkpoint.

When Zhan Duo saw these people being teleported in, he felt that it was very likely, yet also that it was not likely, these two thoughts intertwined in his mind.

The blood drinkers already knew what to do next and slowly drew their weapons and held them in their hands.

The Night Lords were stimulated by this action and all scattered, taking up weapons as well.

At this point, even a fool could tell what was happening.

"My brother has entrusted me to resolve the internal problems of your Night Lords Legion." Angron drew his two axes. "Everyone present is guilty of an unforgivable crime. My sentence to you is... death."

The blood drinkers stepped forward.

Dozens of Librarians behind the Night Lords Space Marines also stepped forward, frost accompanying their footsteps.

"Execute nearly 80,000 people? With just a few of them?" A Midnight Lord stepped forward and roared, "Do you really think you can do it?!"

Angron said nothing, and followed his fellow gladiators.

The God-King Titan responded on his behalf.

A giant killing machine emerged from the ice and snow, all its weapons aimed at the Night Lords.

The warrior who had roared and questioned stepped back in fear.

The area is extremely open and there is no cover.

But whether it is the Librarian, the Primarch, or the elite warriors... these are not the most terrifying threats faced by the Night Lords.

When some warriors armed with bolters tried to fire at Angron, they found that the ammunition fired from their bolters flew in the air for a while and then fell down, posing no threat.

It was Guilliman who was in charge of arranging the logistics.

Although he was not present, he played an extremely crucial role, turning the grenade launchers in the hands of those sentenced to death into fire sticks.

Angron was the first to charge into the Night Lords.

Those elite warriors who were as strong as they were evil were like mortals in front of Angron. No matter how superb their martial arts were, they were just dead souls under the chainsaw and axe.

To Angron, however, these Space Marines moved as slowly as dying old men.

The Blood Drinkers followed the Primarch and joined in the execution. They were as closely united as they had been in every previous battle, working together as if by telepathy.

The think tanks of the Midnight Lord were easily killed by the White Knight Think Tank. The poor level of those think tanks seemed like children wielding daggers to the White Knight Think Tank. After quickly cleaning up the Midnight Lord Think Tank, they worked together with Qin Xia to use psychic spells to kill a large number of enemies.

There is also the God Titan. When this killing machine appears alone on the battlefield, if your side does not have more killing machines of the same level, then it will be unstoppable.

Zhan Duo stood in the center of the crowd, holding a sword in his hand and not daring to move forward.

He looked at the scene of slaughter and felt only despair from the bottom of his heart.

I didn't expect the Warmaster to really make the decision to kill all the villains, I didn't expect Curze to accept it, and I didn't expect the other battle brothers in the Night Lords to sit back and do nothing...

Zhan Duo saw those ferocious subordinates or people from other companies turned into corpses lying on the ground in an instant.

Those blood drinkers advanced in a line, and wherever the line went, there were corpses everywhere.

Once, Jando thought that the Astartes Legion was a killing machine, so he wanted to control this killing machine, but now he finds that those blood drinkers are the real killing machines.

Each of those individuals was like parts that made up a whole. They coldly carried out the killing process in silence, creating an extremely numb and mechanical feeling.

The blood drinkers are not ferocious, nor do they make any demonstrative movements. They just kill as if they were eating or drinking. However, in Zhan Duo's opinion, this is the ultimate cruelty and violence.

Angron and the Blood Drinkers only appear to be the most terrifying on a visual level, just like those powerful psychic spells, but in fact, the God-Titan is more efficient than them all.

The Titan stood there as if letting the wind go, his shield and spear hanging down with his arms, only the turrets all over his body were firing.

The slugs fired from the tiniest of its turrets were as long as a Space Marine's arm, powerful enough to penetrate a row of men.

I don't know who pushed me.

Jando, who was watching the entire hell scene, came to the front, and Angron killed him like a whirlwind, and broken limbs and blood splattered on him.

Yochula came forward with a sword in hand and stood in front of Jando.

At this time, one of the blood drinkers fell behind in the silent advance.

Zhanduo rushed forward with his sword in hand. Yochula easily dodged the sword and then used the hilt of the sword to punch Zhanduo's helmet and chin to pieces.

"Your movements are much slower than the one who cut off my arm." Yochula kicked Zhanduo's right leg and broke it, making him kneel on the ground. Then he went behind Zhanduo and said, "No... You are definitely much stronger than him... Maybe it's because I hadn't been transformed at that time, and he left a deep impression on me."

Zhanduo heard Yochula talking nonsense, and his tone could even be described as casual.

This is why Zhan Duo believes that those blood drinkers are extremely cruel. Even though they don't kill for fun or skin people, they are more ferocious and cruel than all the Midnight Lords present.

"Brother, hurry up and catch up." Yochuka turned back and urged.

Yochula nodded, grabbed Jando's hair with his left hand, swung his sword with his right hand and beheaded him, then quickly walked to the front of his brothers with the head and threw it at a Night Lord like a stone.

The killing continues.

(End of this chapter)