Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 536 A Better Future
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Qin Xia sat cross-legged in the White Knight's library, as usual.

His soul left his body and dived deep into the warp, finding one soul projection after another and projecting his psychic power into them.

Finally, Qin Xia found the extremely shining projection of the Emperor's soul in the subspace, and projected his psychic energy over there.

After a flash of white light appeared in front of his eyes, Qin Xia's soul stepped onto the Terra Himalayas and entered a newly built palace.

Compared with the magnificent imperial palace, this palace appears small and simple, and its interior decoration is not gorgeous enough. A meeting hall alone occupies 90% of the building's area.

There was a long table and more than twenty chairs in the vast meeting hall.

Just like every time Qin Xia held a remote psychic meeting before, the Primarchs gradually entered the conference hall under the influence of the think tanks around them. Although their bodies were in various places in the galaxy, their consciousness were able to gather together at this moment.

"It is really convenient to report on work now." Fulgrim sat down at the long table and looked around at the unfamiliar environment.

The palace was newly built, as there was no such place in the Himalayas before.

The Primarchs took their seats.

Angron sat in front of Qin Xia.

The Emperor had not yet arrived, so the Primarchs could chat for a while.

Except for those Primarchs who were naturally taciturn, the rest were talking and laughing, creating a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere in the meeting room.

Qin Xia could feel the progress of the great expedition just by feeling this atmosphere.

Powerful enemies have been gradually eliminated, and the Primarchs have been scattered throughout the galaxy for the sake of efficiency. There are no longer opponents that require several legions to face together... at least not yet.

The Primarchs talked about interesting things and achievements during the expedition and exchanged information with each other.

Qin Xia was still more concerned about Angron and the others.

Beside Angron sat Perturabo, whom Angron had not seen since the outbreak of the Olympian Rebellion.

"I reshaped Olympia according to my will and made it into a truly ideal world." Perturabo introduced the data tablet to Angron.

The reshaped Olympia no longer had city-states. People lived in the urban blocks carefully designed by Perturabo, and all kinds of exquisite buildings and sculptures filled people's vision.

Angron once believed that the most beautiful city was the capital city on Prospero, but now after seeing New Olympia, he realized that even if the masters of architecture or aesthetics on Prospero inherited the knowledge of countless sages and devoted their entire lives to designing a work, it would not be as good as Perturabo's momentary inspiration.

Perturabo introduced the blocks, buildings, and people's lives of New Olympia one by one...

Angron just listened with a smile.

It was not until Perturabo lowered the dataslate that Angron said, "You have changed, brother."

"I have changed," Perturabo whispered. "I was changed when you beat me down at Novsendak."

It seemed that this confession was too... too much for Perturabo to see, and there was an indescribable feeling, so the Lord of Iron was silent for a short time and then shifted his attention to Qin Xia.

"So, Mr. Firemaster, why did you run away from Olympia without saying a word?" Perturabo asked.

"Because I think the Olympia incident is not a big deal. At least you have the ability to handle it." Qin Xia said with a smile.

"That's an affirmation, but it makes me uncomfortable." Perturabo retracted his gaze and looked at Magnus beside him.

Magnus was still dressed as a scholar, reading a book. He put the book down and looked up only when he felt his good brother's gaze.

"How is it being on Terra?" Perturabo asked.

"To be honest, it's not that great." Magnus had a complicated expression on his face, then shook his head, "But at least there is one good thing, that is, No. 11 has the hope of helping me solve the mutation problem of my offspring."

Perturabo looked at Eleven.

Number Eleven sat at the other side of the long table, not talking to anyone, but not sitting "like a rock" like Dorn, but performing a monologue.

Eleven randomly observed and imitated the expressions of one of his brothers when he was with the others, and occasionally imitated the silent Dorn.

The strange feeling made Perturabo look away: "Is there really hope? Why do I feel like even my father can't solve this problem..."

"Father doesn't want to solve it at all. He doesn't have the time." Magnus looked at Eleven with gratitude. "But Eleven is different. He is willing to help others. And he inherited a quality and a specialty from his father, which is extreme rationality and biotechnology."

Perturabo pondered.

He recalled that Angron once said that he was not favored by the Emperor because he inherited the sensibility that the Emperor hated the most, and the Emperor believed that sensibility was the greatest weakness.

Then No. 11 should be very popular, but in fact it is not the case. The emperor does not think much of the eleventh offspring, even though this offspring inherited the rationality that the emperor regards as an advantage.

Thinking of this, Perturabo felt that his own character and shortcomings were closely related to the Emperor.

The Emperor is very twisted, that's what Angron said.

Perturabo felt that he was undoubtedly a genius, but unfortunately he inherited the Emperor's stubbornness, just like a perfect masterpiece with a damaged part. If it weren't for this shortcoming, he would have taken fewer detours.

As the Iron Lord was pondering the Emperor, the Emperor appeared in the council chamber.

The primarchs immediately stopped chatting and the atmosphere became serious and solemn.

However, the Emperor was not wearing his usual golden armor at this time, and he did not look golden. He was just dressed as a scientist, and his hair looked a little messy.

Even the Emperor's pupils no longer radiated golden light.

"How is the Great Crusade going?" asked the Emperor.

"The powerful enemy has been eliminated, and the legions have been dispersed to fight in order to achieve higher efficiency and complete the Great Crusade as soon as possible." Horus stood up and said.

"It's the same here." Angron, another warmaster, also spoke up. "The situation here is better. Even a legion can be split into branch fleets to expand the territory."

The Emperor did not nod or shake his head, but was just thinking: the powerful enemies in the galaxy have not been completely eliminated, it can only be said that there will no longer be powerful enemies within the future living range of mankind.

But it's okay.

"Well done." The emperor first nodded in praise expressionlessly, then revealed an extremely subtle smile.

If someone else has this kind of smile, which is not even a superficial smile, others may not take it seriously.

But on the face of the Emperor, who never smiles, the feeling is different. In the Battle of Randan, Qin Xia and the Emperor pretended to be ancient knights to recover the Void Dragon. When Qin Xia saw the Emperor's retro performance, the Primarchs felt the same way.

"The Webway Project is progressing smoothly." The Emperor put away his smile and announced the progress of the matter he was responsible for.

All the Primarchs except Vulkan murmured in congratulations.

The importance of the Webway to humanity is simply too great.

But Vulkan couldn't be happy after seeing the Webway project.

"Has the Olympian rebellion been resolved?" The Emperor did not continue talking about the Webway, but looked at the Fourth Son.

Perturabo did not respond, nor did he introduce New Olympia happily as before, but instead looked alert.

The Emperor's words seemed to Perturabo to be just an "introduction," an opening statement.

Seeing that Perturabo did not respond to him, the Emperor said directly: "Build Olympia into a fortress world. If anything breaks out of the Eye of Terror, I want that planet to be an unbreakable fortress on the front line of the war."

"Tear down what's there and build fortresses?" Perturabo asked.

"You are a master of defensive warfare, and you should not ask me how to do it," said the Emperor. "If you must have an answer, then yes, you will have to transform it into a world full of fortresses and war facilities."

"No, that's impossible," Perturabo rejected immediately.

"You will regret this."

"This is even more impossible!"

The Emperor said nothing more.

In his opinion, when powerful enemies emerge from the Eye of Terror, Olympia will inevitably become a battlefield. If Perturabo does not transform Olympia himself, the enemies will do it for him.

However, Perturabo was not unaware of this. Not only could he think of it, he even had a strategy to deal with it.

As the two held different opinions, the matter of Olympia came to nothing.

The Emperor's orders to Perturabo made the atmosphere even more solemn.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Until the Emperor took the initiative to speak: "When the Great Crusade is over and the Webway is built, our cause will be successful. Humanity will have the possibility to embrace a new future. We can also imagine what will happen after that."

The atmosphere became relaxed.

"What will you do after everything is over?" The emperor looked at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia did not answer immediately, but started thinking.

He guessed that the Emperor had actually wanted to talk about this topic when he came here, but for some reason he had to offend Perturabo and issue a mandatory order, which ended up being left unfulfilled.

After thinking about it, Qin Xia replied: "I will continue to work at the top of the empire as the spokesperson for the Astartes Legion, and promote the model of superhuman management of mortals throughout the empire until all the clerks on Terra become Astartes."

Perturabo, who had just been disappointed by the emperor, felt that Qin Xia just spoke nicely and was a good adoptive father to his brother.

"Don't spoil the fun." The emperor looked at his other children.

"I intend to farm," Guilliman said. "I have chosen a place. I will step down as soon as the Webway Project is complete."

The Emperor calmly commented: "You are the one who likes to escape the most among all my descendants. You have inherited the character trait that caused me to remain unknown for tens of thousands of years."

Guilliman just smiled and didn't care.

Other Primarchs expressed their ideas one after another.

Magnus wanted to teach, Vulkan wanted to go back to Nocturne to be a blacksmith, Leman Russ wanted to go back to Fenris, and Dorn wanted to build a house next to the grave of his mortal grandfather who raised him and live there...

Each Primarch imagined what he would do when it was all over.

After the Primarchs finished speaking, the Emperor made a summary: "Whatever you want to do, remember that the fate of mortals must be controlled by mortals themselves. We only shoulder the responsibilities we must shoulder at a specific time."

The emperor began to preach again.

The old clichés about mortals ruling over mortals, and how mortals will be able to govern themselves once technology has recovered.

It was not until the Emperor had finished telling half of his story that he realized that the Primarchs must have understood it, so he swallowed the rest of the truth back.

"Let's adjourn the meeting." The emperor stood up.

The Primarchs also stood up.

Qin Xia gradually cut off the psychic energy projected towards the psychics beside the Primarchs, and sent away the consciousness of the Primarchs one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the conference room became deserted, with only the Emperor and Qin Xia left.

The chairs where the primarchs had sat were still covered in dust, as if the meeting had never taken place.

"Is Erebus still alive?" the Emperor asked suddenly.

"Alive." Qin Xia nodded.

The Emperor was silent for two full seconds before he mentioned something related to Erebus: "Until Erebus fully awakens, the pawn that Chaos will use is Kor Phaeron."

"Kor Phaeron?" Qin Xia wondered how the emperor knew.

"If you know enough about the Four Gods, you will realize that it is definitely Kor Phaeron."

"Then at least Horus shouldn't be corrupted, right? It will take a while for Erebus to wake up, and if he doesn't, then the evil version of him won't be able to jump out and do anything."

Hearing this, the Emperor turned and looked at the wall of the council chamber.

The relief on the wall depicts a sacred scene: the Emperor stands on the Himalayas with his sword held high, and below the mountain are the first people led by the Emperor at the beginning of the War of Unification.

“That’s what scares me,” he said.

(End of this chapter)