Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 516 Uninvited Guest

……

Two solar hours passed.

The huge gate at the checkpoint slowly opened.

The Night Lords and their Primarch waiting outside saw someone coming out.

Except for the think tank, everyone was covered in blood, as if they had just walked out of hell.

The battle was over, and the blood drinkers no longer maintained a tight formation, but walked in twos and threes.

They walked between the Night Lords, discussing what to have for supper.

Angron stopped in front of Curze and said, "Your legion is in urgent need of new soldiers. I will recruit new soldiers from Terra through the Imperial Senate. I will personally review every one of them."

Koz nodded.

"I will further deal with the Nostramo matter after the Abyss Campaign is over. I will recruit soldiers from Nostramo once everything is arranged."

After saying this, Angron looked towards Sevatar.

"You personally selected eight people, including yourself, to form a quasi-council organization for the Midnight Lords, ensuring that the Midnight Lords can return to combat status in a timely manner after the incident is over."

"If you need anything, just contact me directly."

In Angron's opinion, Curze would probably get better after the Night Lords' internal problems were resolved, but even if not, preparations had been made for Curze.

The Council of Eight will exercise the Primarch's power directly.

After Angron made this arrangement, Sevatar saluted.

Angron turned and continued forward, gradually leaving the lower deck and heading for the hangar.

Guilliman was waiting on the hangar deck with his reserve forces.

He was supposed to be there as a reserve, to intervene if Angron was unable to kill all the eighty thousand Night Lords.

But fortunately, things went as Guilliman expected, without any surprises.

There were no shelters or shaded areas to hide in the checkpoint.

Those Night Lords had neither armored combat units nor Titan-level war machines, and even the grenade launchers in their hands were useless.

Quantity alone is useless.

"us……"

Angron was about to speak when Guilliman spoke his own thoughts.

"We will go through the Night Lords' past, sentence those who died in the purge one by one, and then turn today's incident into a series of investigations, trials, imprisonment and executions." Guilliman said, "I know what to do."

Angron trusted Guilliman to handle such matters.

……

As if nothing had happened, the fleet took a short rest and then split into main fleet and branch fleet again, heading in different directions.

In the Legion whose main force was the Ultramarines, Guilliman was writing document after document in the office of the Legion's flagship, arranging a seamless trial process and chain of evidence for those Night Lords who were caught in one fell swoop.

Branch fleets were waging war, but they did not require a Primarch to command them.

The Hruds have already lost their main fleet, so it is impossible for them to win in the void war. At least for the branch fleet, the war is only about advancing and pushing forward.

A month has passed.

During this month, Guilliman stayed in his office and did the same thing non-stop.

The branch fleets go to war, conquer a galaxy, rest, and then go to conquer the next galaxy.

After this cycle repeated for a while, things finally started to get a little tiring.

"Father, we are attacking the Hrud worldship."

A Space Marine named Hill walked into the office and calmly reported on the ongoing void war.

Guilliman listened as he wrote.

"We encountered the Ork aliens when we boarded the World Ship."

"They're very aggressive."

After hearing the report, Guilliman raised his head and said, "Mercenaries? Although these aliens cannot communicate normally, they still serve as mercenaries for various forces."

Hill nodded. Now the Ultramarines leaders also made the same judgment.

Guilliman stood up and walked out of his office, heading for the command deck.

All officers on the command deck saluted and made way when they saw the Primarch.

Guilliman came to the tactical table and reviewed the attack on the Hrud world ship.

He then took command of the battle himself.

More efficient and precise orders came out of Guilliman's mouth and were then transmitted to the landing combat troops on the front line.

The combined defense of the two alien species was quickly broken down, and the Space Marines were able to advance rapidly inside the Worldship.

Guilliman could have gone back to do his own thing at this point, but since he was already here he might as well just command until the end of the battle, so he stayed on the command deck and continued giving orders.

He ordered a company from the Ultramarines 1st Chapter and a company from the World Eaters 3rd Chapter to join forces and march deep into the Worldfleet.

They will destroy the new technological creations that the Hrud have put into use to prevent the world ships from being blown up by star destroyer weapons.

The fierce battle seemed like just a back and forth movement of signs on the tactical table.

Soon, a series of information was transmitted from the front line to the command deck.

"The two companies are losing men rapidly!" said an Ultramarines officer.

Guilliman stared at the tactical table in silence.

He found that a special greenskin unit was intercepting the two companies at the front line, and in less than half an hour, the two companies were rapidly losing personnel. At this rate, the two companies would be wiped out in less than two suns. "Let the First Regiment withdraw from the underground cleanup operations and go to support. Then transfer the Destroyer Regiment over."

The order was conveyed and carried out.

The two regiments arrived at the front line and then began to lose members rapidly.

"What are they facing?" Guilliman wondered.

Various information coming from the front lines indicated that they had encountered greenskins.

But what kind of greenskin could cause these elite troops to be decimated so quickly one after another?
"Teleport me down." Guilliman signaled his offspring to put on armor for him.

……

After a while.

Guilliman arrived at the front lines, joining the scions as they engaged the enemy in fierce combat.

The Hrud aliens established an effective defense and resisted the attack of the Space Marines, but this was obviously not the most critical reason.

The greenskins in those defensive positions are the key.

These greenskins were obviously different from the greenskins seen in the previous Great Crusade. They were wearing power armor and fought in a very orderly manner.

This reminded Guilliman of the Blood Axe Clan in the information he saw during the Battle of Ullanor. The typical characteristic of the Blood Axe Clan was their extreme orderliness.

Therefore, even if the number of green-skinned warriors is not as large as people think, they can still achieve amazing results.

Guilliman observed the greenskins and personally mobilized the troops on behalf of the front-line commander.

The pressure of attack on the enemy's defense line increased exponentially, and soon there were signs that it was about to be breached.

But Guilliman was not happy at all, because he knew that if the enemy could be defeated just by his arrival, it would inevitably lead to the rapid reduction of his elite troops.

"The left wing is attacked!" a voice came from the communication channel.

Guilliman immediately turned his head and looked to the left.

In the tunnel to the left of the attacking force, a black shadow suddenly rushed towards the Space Marines, leaving a trail of corpses wherever it passed.

Because of its extremely fast speed, it was just a black shadow in Guilliman's eyes.

The Space Marines were forced to immediately reduce their efforts on the front lines and focus on dealing with the uninvited enemy who had almost single-handedly broken through the left wing.

But the shadow did not stop. After a quick killing, it turned around and fled.

Guilliman immediately chased after him with sword in hand, and only he could catch up.

The Primarch and the shadow chased each other through the tunnel until they entered a cave where the Hrud used to worship ancient gods.

Guilliman sized him up.

The other person was more muscular than Vulkan, wearing exquisite and majestic black armor, holding a battle axe, and had an upright figure, unlike the ordinary greenskins who had a hunched neck.

If the other party had not held up his helmet, revealing his green head with fangs, it would have been impossible to tell that he was a greenskin.

"Guza." Guilliman immediately recognized the distinctive greenskin.

Guza was not surprised that the other party recognized him, and just raised his hand to signal Guilliman to look behind him.

There was no one behind the Primarch, and his honor guard failed to keep up with him.

But Guilliman had not intended to bring the Honor Guard with him, because given Guza's combat prowess, anyone else who came except himself would simply be seeking death.

"Let this world ship go." Gusa spoke in very standard High Gothic.

"You are a very dedicated Hrud mercenary." Guilliman drew his sword and lowered his body to prepare for battle.

"Hire?" Gusa said disdainfully, "The Hruds can't give me anything. I just bring my people to work for them for free."

"for what?"

"For reasons you cannot understand."

Gusa put on a helmet, carried a battle axe, and fought with the primarch in the cave.

Guilliman noticed that Guza was now nearly twice his size. "You are taller than the data says. You have seen a lot of battle."

"No, although fighting can indeed increase the size of our race, it won't increase us to this extent." Gusa answered honestly, "I realized something that can make us return to our ancestors and become a true fighting race."

“It’s just a matter of changing your mindset.”

“But for my people, this is precisely the most difficult thing.”

Gurza was still circling with Guilliman.

"Take your people away from here, and I won't kill you."

Guilliman did not respond, but rushed forward with sword in hand.

Guza rushed towards Guilliman with his axe in hand, but when the man and the beast engaged in combat, he let go of the axe, reached out and grabbed Guilliman's head at a speed that Guilliman could not react to, and threw the Primarch away.

After the initial defeat, Guilliman looked at the behemoth and thought that although it seemed to be even more cumbersome than the Dreadnought visually, its speed was truly astonishingly fast.

While the Primarch was thinking, Guza had silently rushed to Guilliman in an instant, swinging his battle axe.

The sword and the battle axe collided, sparks flying.

"I think you are not as strong as me." Gusa said lightly, gradually exerting strength with both hands.

The longsword was gradually lowered, and the axe blade gradually penetrated Guilliman's breastplate and entered his chest.

After the axe blade touched the Primarch's heart, Guza drew his battle axe and quickly retreated, with a green light flashing behind him.

A vortex appeared behind Gusa, and then a slender and tall fart spirit like a human walked out of it and said to Gusa: "Get ready."

Gusa walked backwards into the vortex, leaving behind a few words before completely disappearing.

"The catastrophe is coming, Primarch."

(End of this chapter)