Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 520 Olympia Rebellion
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"I promised the robed little people that I would destroy the three artifacts, and I have not fulfilled this promise since the trip to Caliban."

Qin Xia said to all the Primarchs on the command deck.

"But it's not that I deliberately delayed or neglected it. I just needed someone to help me collect information and make arrangements. The people from the Human History Research Society have just arranged everything, and I can go now."

"I will lead the Think Tank forces out of the Abyss Campaign."

After saying that, Qin Xia waited for the attitudes of the primarchs.

The Primarchs did not have any attitude. By now the Battle of the Abyss was nearing its end, and the Hrud did not have any overly powerful psychic individuals, so there was no need for Angron's adoptive father to stay in the war until its end.

“Father, I think you might be able to help solve the Nostramo problem while you’re at it,” Angron said. “I will send you two companies.”

"Let's deal with the matter on Gotham after the Battle of Abyss is over and the expedition fleet passes by there. I don't know how long it will take to destroy the Heart of Plague. What if it's delayed..." Qin Xia said.

Gotham Star.

Koz had heard Qin Xia use this word to refer to Nostramo, but he didn't know what it meant.

"That's fine with me." Guilliman walked up to Curze and said, "When the expedition fleet passes by Nostramo, I will quickly deal with the problems there."

Having fought side by side in the Battle of the Abyss, Curze has great trust in Guilliman's abilities and thinks this is actually better.

"I say, let's not waste our time on that shithole planet."

Perturabo had always been against Angron's interference in all matters concerning Curze, and now he habitually expressed his opposition to this matter.

Angron sensed that Perturabo actually wanted to drag out the Nostramo incident until the fragile mining order established by the Empire in Nostramo could no longer be maintained, the locals rebelled, and then the Empire directly suppressed the rebellion.

Once all the locals are dead and the Empire adds some fresh blood to Nostramo, everything will be easy.

No matter what the Lord of Steel thought, Angron stood firm as always against his brother's objections when it came to matters concerning Curze.

"Perturabo, you should do something you are really good at."

"I'm good at everything, like ruling a planet."

The Iron Lord took a proud step, and as he passed Curze he turned to face his brother.

"The problems on Olympia are far more serious than those on Nostramo. There are not only vicious plots and tricks, but also all kinds of evil beasts. I can solve those problems just the same."

"You can't even manage the affairs of the Legion, and you still have to rely on Guilliman and Angron to clean up your mess. From now on, you should serve as a commando captain for the Eight-Man Council of the Night Lords. I will make you a set of armor suitable for a warrior like you."

"Hahaha."

Perturabo laughed dryly three times and walked backwards out of the command deck.

The gates opened and closed.

The Primarchs looked at Curze, who said nothing.

"Everyone, I wish you victory in every battle. I'm taking my leave now." Qin Xia turned and walked out of the command deck.

But at this time the gate opened again, and Perturabo, who had already left, turned back.

The arrogant and sarcastic smile on the Iron Lord's face had disappeared, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

When the Primarchs saw Perturabo's change of expression, they thought that the Iron Warriors had suffered heavy casualties again due to some cause, or that the war goals had not been achieved, which caused Perturabo to be extremely dissatisfied.

Only Angron knew the real reason.

“Olympia has rebelled?” Angron asked in a positive tone.

Perturabo was silent.

The Iron Warrior, who had just been waiting for his Primarch outside the command deck and reporting the news of the Olympian rebellion, walked into the command deck.

Angron sensed that the Iron Warrior was too afraid of Perturabo to stay outside the command deck, so he came to where the other Primarchs were, lest anyone should be able to stop him if Perturabo struck him dead in a rage.

"Is this the order you established on Olympia?" Curze sneered, "So fragile...it collapsed when you left..."

"Shut up!" Perturabo roared like a beast.

Koz just smiled and said nothing more.

Angron sensed that Perturabo was furious.

The Iron Lord's rage at this moment was no less than when he was beaten to a pulp by the Hrud. The rebellion in Olympia almost turned Perturabo back into the terrifying tyrant who could even break a trident.

"Calm down, brother." Angron immediately stepped forward to comfort Perturabo.

But the Lord of Iron was extremely angry at this time, and he pushed Angron away and started to get angry.

"I brought peace to the warring city-states of Olympia! I brought them advanced science and technology so that they no longer have to fight over a pool of water!"

"Do the best I can! Do the best I can!"

Veins bulged on Perturabo's forehead, his face was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth, squeezing out every word he said.

"I gave them heaven, and they gave me hell!"

Hearing this, Guilliman thought that Olympia was not much of a paradise.

"I have to leave here." Perturabo walked to the strategic star map, lowered his head to observe it, and then looked at Angron: "I have to go back to deal with Olympia. The battle is going well now, and your other legions will surely be unstoppable next. I am no longer needed."

The Iron Lord spoke in a low, cold voice, and behind that creepy tone was extremely suppressed anger.

"Then we will directly reduce a branch fleet, and the advancement speed will inevitably slow down." Chagatai, who was in charge of warship-related matters, stepped forward and said.

"Do you think I don't realize this?!" Perturabo looked at Chagatai, his eyes seemed to tear this brother to pieces, "I left 80% of the Fourth Legion's warships behind! That's enough!"

Chagatai nodded calmly.

“You can go and take care of the affairs of Olympia,” Angron said, “but my father is going to the Eye of Terror, and you must go with him.”

Perturabo turned and glared at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia nodded in agreement.

The Heart of Plague is right near the Eye of Terror, so it's right on the way.

Perturabo swallowed back what he wanted to say and left angrily: "As long as your adoptive father is not afraid of me tearing him apart!"

Before leaving the command deck, the Lord of Iron glanced at his offspring who reported to him the "news of the Olympian rebellion."

The Iron Warrior might be extremely resolute and strong on the battlefield, but he immediately shrank back in fear when the primarch in anger saw him. As a new soldier who had just assumed the responsibility of reporting, he had heard many "horror stories about Perturabo" circulating in private in the legion.

Qin Xia passed by the Iron Warrior and said to him with his psychic power: "Follow me."

The iron warrior felt a little relieved and slowly followed Qin Xia.

The flagship of the Fourth Legion Fleet left with a small fleet of only one hundred warships, including those of the White Knight Think Tank Fleet.

The Iron Lord did indeed leave most of the Iron Warriors ships behind for the Abyssal Campaign, just as he and Jaghatai had promised.

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A few months later.

The edge of the Eye of Terror.

Olympia.

The flagship Iron Blood is leading all the warships, advancing rapidly in the psychic tide evoked by Qin Xia, and is about to complete the last leg of the warp voyage.

On the command deck of the Iron Blood, all the officers of the Iron Warriors from top to bottom gathered there, lined up in two teams, and stood solemnly with their hands behind their backs.

The Primarch was roaring in the very center.

Qin Xia, who came with him, stood beside the command throne and watched silently.

The Tridents personally patrolled both sides of the queue to ensure order and solemnity.

The soldiers had a lot of thoughts in their minds.

In the eyes of ordinary officers, the Trident was like Perturabo's lackeys at this time. What they did was to ensure that whoever Perturabo wanted to kill would stand up and be killed by Perturabo.

But the Tridents do not have the same idea, they are just playing a role in maintaining order.

Only those who have attended every Iron Blood Conference know that Perturabo hasn't killed anyone for a long time.

"I asked you to tell me!"

Perturabo's roar was like thunder.

"What have I done to Olympia to deserve their betrayal in return for my kindness?"

"Damn stupid imperial bureaucrats, the information they provided is not even complete!"

After hearing the Primarch asking about the Rebels' thoughts, the Iron Warriors were silent for a moment and then someone stood up to express his opinion.

"My Lord, although most of us are from Olympia, we have no way of understanding the rebels' thoughts. We just want to grind the damn traitors to ashes."

"I had the same thought."

"The traitors must be severely punished!"

The Iron Warriors officers stood up one by one and finally spoke in unison.

The proposal to "crush the rebels into ashes" received 100 percent support.

However, seeing such a consistent statement, Qin Xia just wanted to laugh.

These people have not yet arrived in Olympia. If Perturabo orders a brutal crackdown when they arrive, the most impatient people will openly oppose them and be killed.

Those who were able to remain calm parted ways with the Primarch in a series of subsequent events.

In this seemingly solid legion, there are many people who tolerate Perturabo with a pinch of nose. These people are even more able to tolerate Perturabo than to endure the cruel encounters in the siege. In fact, even a person with an extremely strong desire for control like Perturabo does not know that he has so many opponents in the legion.

"Look, how loyal."

Perturabo suddenly glanced at his descendants and sneered.

"Most of you are from Olympia, and some of you are new recruits who joined the legion five months ago and were promoted because of your outstanding performance..."

"But you bunch of rubbish! You weren't hundreds of light years away from Olympia, and you knew nothing about the rebellion harbingers that took place there before you rolled out of that place and came to my legion to become reinforced rubbish!"

The roar echoed across the deck again.

Perturabo took a deep breath and suddenly calmed down. "But I agree with you on one point. We must destroy the traitors and kill all those who have anything to do with them."

"I gave heaven to the Olympians, and they gave me hell... then I will give hell to all of them!"

"Get ready for war!"

The Lord of Iron suddenly turned around and pointed at the tridents, giving orders in a cold voice.

"When we arrive at Olympia, it will not be orbital bombardment that will descend on Olympia, but the drop capsule you are riding in."

"I want you to destroy city-states one after another, with your bare hands, with your bolters, with your chainswords... in the most brutal and horrific way!"

"I want you to slaughter the rebels like a butcher. Kill them all, whether they are soldiers or those who supply them with weapons and equipment."

“No matter the age, gender or sex.”

"Kill them all! Kill them all!"

"Destroy the paradise I gave them and bring them the hell they deserve!!!"

After saying the last words, Perturabo kicked open the gate and walked out to put on his armor.

The Iron Warriors stood at attention and saluted, watching the Primarch leave.

"You heard the Primarch's words," the Tridents said to the officers present.

The officers hesitated for a second, and then responded in unison: "Obey our Lord's orders!"

Qin Xia looked at the "unified opinions" of the Iron Warriors and felt quite worried.

Dantioch would probably have been the opinion leader of the opposition, but he was thrown into the Battle of the Abyss by Perturabo, who commanded the Iron Warriors fleet on his behalf.

If Perturabo chooses to massacre Olympia, no one can stop this tyrant who does not have the Butcher's Nails but can do 11 draws like Angron.

Qin Xia felt that he should make preparations.

just in case.

(End of this chapter)