Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 523: Heart of Steel
Olympia fell into a deathly silence.

The Iron Warriors blocked every city-state, every street, and every house.

Food trucks drove through the streets, distributing food and supplies for the next week.

Occasionally, there were two sounds of grenade launchers firing, which were those who resisted martial law being executed by the Iron Warriors.

Perturabo saw all of this.

The Primarch thought for only a moment, then turned his gaze away from Olympia and returned to the Iron Blood outside low-Earth orbit with his transport plane.

On the hangar deck, he saw the Tridents.

No one asked the Primarch "Why don't we tithe the Olympians."

Perturabo's will is the will of the Iron Warriors Legion. His will must be implemented. He can do whatever he wants, even if it means going back on his word.

The Primarch walked past the Tridents in silence, changed to a new vehicle, shuttled through the battleship along the high-speed flight path, and finally came to the next door to his office.

Some heart-wrenching screams and wails came from the room.

Perturabo's face tensed, and he opened the door and walked in.

The Lord of Steel's adopted sister, Carlyphon, lay sprawled on the bed, the velvet blanket beneath her covered in blood.

Some servants were holding various medical supplies and providing emergency treatment for Kalifeng.

The servants noticed the Primarch coming in, but their reaction was so slow that Perturabo could not accept it that they continued to work. The wound of Kaliphon was touched by the acid, and the screams reached Perturabo's ears again.

Then, the servants knelt down, trembling violently.

Perturabo didn't even look at the servants, but walked past them and came to his adopted sister.

The servants realized that their lives were in danger, so they climbed out of the room through the Primarch's blind spot and closed the door gently.

"These rubbishes." Perturabo cursed through gritted teeth as he looked at the various medicines scattered on the bed.

Kaliphon turned to look at his brother: "Those servants... did... did what they were supposed to do... after all, you are not here... don't punish them..."

Perturabo observed his adopted sister in silence.

Kalifeng had wounds all over her body, but judging from the condition of the wounds, it was probably not caused by deliberate abuse, but accidental injuries caused by her struggle when the rebels captured her.

The tendons of her feet and hands were cut to prevent Kaliphon from escaping.

The wound was not properly treated after being cut off, and the dungeon environment was too harsh, causing the wound to fester and worsen.

But Perturabo could see that his adopted sister had been given a drug to keep her alive so that the infection wouldn't kill her.

"I killed them all." Perturabo took off his helmet and placed it on the bed. "I assure you that they died a miserable death. In the end, even their bodies were burned... If they were not buried, they would not be reincarnated. They can only become one of the lonely ghosts in Olympia."

The Primarch said as he gently held up Cariphon's arm, looking at the wound caused by cutting the tendons, as well as the scratches on her arm - she had to use her arms to drag her body and crawl into the portal and then get to the Iron Blood.

"Damn Qin Xia." Perturabo took out medicine from his waist and injected it into Kaliphon's arm. "He could restore you if he wanted to, but he didn't do it!"

The military medicine from Nuceria helped Kaliphon's wounds to heal quickly, and the problem of infection and suppuration was also solved.

Kaliphon spoke more quickly: "The Lord of the White Knights? Where is he?"

"Get lost."

"You shouldn't say that about him. He helped you and me, and we should be grateful."

"If it's just about saving you, I have to admit that I am grateful to him... Ryan is right, he is nothing but reliable."

As Perturabo spoke, he adjusted his adopted sister's position so that she lay spread-eagle on the bed, then reached out his hand to her most serious wound.

Some sharp and thin needles extended from under the original body's hand armor. These needles moved at a very fast speed, removing rotten flesh, stitching broken tendons, and closing wounds.

The drug that Carlyphon had just injected had an anesthetic effect, so she did not scream anymore.

After Perturabo patiently treated all the wounds, he injected Kaliphon with a dose of medicine and then signaled his adopted sister to get up and move around.

Kalifeng tried to stand up, took a few steps, and then praised his brother's medical skills: "It seems that you must have learned a lot from a brother who is good at medicine."

"No one can be my teacher." Perturabo sneered, "If I want to learn medicine, I will be the best doctor among my brothers."

Hearing such conceited words, Cariphon simply smiled and was proud of her brother. She truly believed what Perturabo said was inevitable.

"By the way, what will be the fate of Olympia?" asked Callifon.

Perturabo did not answer immediately, but observed his adopted sister's expression.

He deconstructed and analyzed his adopted sister's behavior, and finally made a judgment: "You want to plead for them?"

Kaliphon said bluntly: "I hate the rebels and those conspirators, but they did not appear out of thin air, Olympia did not oppose you for no reason, and those soldiers did not hate you for no reason, or were used by the conspirators just because they were stupid."

Perturabo raised his hand impatiently, signaling his adopted sister to stop talking about these useless things. The servants had just discussed the end of Olympia in the room, saying that the Primarch had planned to kill every one of the Olympians. Having personally experienced the Olympian rebellion, Cariphon felt that no matter how scared she was, she could not remain silent at this time.

"Our father has been helping you recruit soldiers. He has given up his ideal of becoming a great conqueror. He only wants to do something for you and the order behind you."

"In the eyes of the ordinary people in Olympia, our father was your spokesman. He snatched their sons and brothers away from them and sent them to a battlefield hundreds and thousands of light years away from Olympia. Even when they died, not a single notice came from your legion."

"You have changed Olympia forever. You saved people from starvation and the threat of wild beasts. They admired you so much until you left them to fight for a cause they did not understand..."

Perturabo gritted his teeth, put his index finger to his lips, and lowered his body.

Whatever his relationship to Calliphon, Perturabo was still a Primarch.

When the demigod displays an extremely aggressive posture, any mortal will instinctively tremble, just as Guilliman's adoptive mother occasionally feels fear towards Guilliman.

Carlyfon's face, which had just turned red due to the medicine and treatment, turned pale again, her pupils dilated, her body tensed, and her breathing stagnated due to fear.

"You are just a mortal, Kaliphon, even if you think you are my adopted sister." Perturabo pointed at her, "but you are not qualified and capable of preaching to me because of this identity. Remember my words, you are not qualified and you have no ability to preach to me!"

When Perturabo finished his last word, Kaliphon instinctively nodded and showed a look of submission. After swallowing her saliva, she immediately apologized: "I'm sorry..."

When he saw his adopted sister's expression, Perturabo immediately took a step back, regretting it in every cell of his body.

He wanted to apologize and say something gentle so that his tortured adopted sister would not develop mental problems.

Then Perturabo spoke up: "Your brothers were killed by the rebels, and here you are making excuses for the rebels."

After saying this, Perturabo regretted it again.

Angron once said that "the ability to speak one's mind" is a great, powerful and rare trait.

Perturabo had thought it was pure fart, but now...

Fortunately, Cariphon knew Perturabo well. She knew that Perturabo could figure out why she said those words just by observing her, so what Perturabo said was just a euphemism that he thought was appropriate.

At this time, you cannot respond directly: "I don't blame you." You should also speak in the same tactful way.

"Those conspirators have co-opted those who are disaffected with you," said Callifon. "You are a wise and powerful person, and you recognize this."

"I know what to do." Perturabo turned and walked out of the room, heading for the office next door.

After sitting down at his desk, he took out his data pad and began to make plans.

First was the treatment of the Olympians.

The rebellion is an indisputable fact. Even if the soldiers are coerced, they are dissatisfied with the Empire and the Emperor. They will be whipped and given a chance to admit their mistakes and express their submission.

The Iron Warriors will no longer only recruit from Olympia.

Then came the construction of Olympia.

Perturabo believed that he had given the Olympians a paradise.

Perturabo thought that the paradise he had given the Olympians was not so heavenly after all.

He had envisioned building Olympia, but the idea remained little more than an idea until the Emperor arrived.

Now it is different, he believes he has plenty of time to change Olympia.

The Battle of the Abyss will still take some time. Even if it is over, it will take Angron and his legions a year or so to prepare if they want to regroup and continue the Great Crusade.

Even if he only had half a year, Perturabo believed he could rebuild Olympia.

He is undoubtedly a genius. Perhaps this is extremely difficult for others, but for him it is just a small matter that can be easily solved with a wave of his hand.

As he formulated his plan, several ideas came to Perturabo's mind.

No idea about plans.

These thoughts made Perturabo put down the dataslate and ponder.

After deconstructing his behavior of going down to fight in person and a series of thoughts about Carlyphon, he had to admit that Carlyphon had become his weakness. If no one could rescue her, he might really be threatened by the rebels and do something bad.

Steel cannot have weak points, if it does, it will break.

These thoughts made Perturabo breathe heavily.

And Perturabo discovered that his weakness seemed to be not just Calliphon. He recalled what he said when he and Angron were teleported to a desolate planet during the Battle of Ullanor and he carried Angron on his back.

"I have been corrupted a long time ago."

With this in mind, Perturabo picked up the datapad again and continued to make plans.

(End of this chapter)