Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 580 Iron Plague
Flagship of the 11th Legion.

Lower deck.

Seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven refugees live in a community somewhere on the deck.

Unlike the vast majority of existing ships in the Human Empire, the lower deck environment of any warship in the 11th Legion Fleet is not harsh.

Plenty of fresh water and food, solid and beautiful houses, and clean streets.

The lower deck is often a large residential community, and you can even see green plants in the community. Those plants have been transformed by the original body to be extremely adaptable to the harsh environment and can produce oxygen with extremely high efficiency.

Unlike the lives of residents on other decks, there is no heavy labor on the lower deck. There is no need to operate shipborne weapons or transport fuel supplies. People who live here are extremely envied by people from other places. It seems that their existence is to highlight one thing: how generous Primarch No. 11 is.

Like every day, food was delivered to the community by robot servants.

People don't even need to leave the house, they just need to stay at home, bask in the warm light of fluorescent lights, and wait quietly for the robot servant to push open the door, come in and put the food on the table.

In the XI Legion, the Space Marines' diet was very makeshift, just some sticky stuff.

But ordinary people's diet is not like this, it is extremely refined.

Even the meals for the lower deck crews are more exquisite than those for the other decks.

People started eating.

After eating, they can play in the community to digest the food, or guess what food and exquisite clothes the robot servants will bring tonight.

The whole place is like a paradise on earth, with only beauty and prosperity.

All of this was watched by Number Eleven who was in the central control room on the lower deck.

The senior officer of the Legion who was in charge of managing the community, "Sub-Individual No. 7", stood beside the Primarch.

"They are living too well." The seventh individual said to the Primarch, "If they are just surviving on the lower deck as some kind of consumables, it would be wiser to only give them the minimum supply of survival resources. They are wasting."

Number Eleven stared at the screens.

Watching people's joy.

Occasionally, the Primarch's face would take on some of the expressions that were being observed.

After a moment, Eleven answered, "Everything I provide for them is necessary."

After saying this, the Primarch stepped forward and pressed the only switch on the console.

Various viruses are released silently and spread in the air.

These viruses were all modified by No. 11 himself. Their advantage is not their mortality rate or infectiousness, but their outstanding advantage in one certain goal: completing a ritual.

Soon, the pain began to spread throughout the community.

People were aware of various physical changes, ranging from slight mutations to sudden heightened senses hundreds of times combined with intense pain, or both.

People who seemed to be living in heaven before the virus was released are now in hell.

Words are simply unable to describe the pain that people are experiencing at this moment. What is even more painful than physical disease is that the peace, tranquility and beauty are shattered for unknown reasons, leaving only painful screams and struggles.

The virus has a low mortality rate and may even strengthen human organs to a certain extent, allowing people to survive longer.

"Can you feel it?"

"what?"

The seventh sub-individual looked towards the original body.

Number Eleven closed his eyes and admired another picture.

In that picture, people's psychological gap from heaven to hell, extreme pain, and the emotions generated by these extreme feelings are echoing in reality.

No. 11 once read some books written by chaos believers and believed that killing and sacrifice were the key to attracting supernatural powers. However, after experiments, he found that killing and sacrifice were actually the least efficient.

True efficiency is emotional sacrifice.

Make the sacrificial materials produce extremely negative emotions. Their emotions will resonate, echo in reality, and open a crack in the subspace.

The fabric of reality will be weakened, the energy concentration of the Warp will rise, and eventually a supernatural event of astonishing potency will befall the center of the ritual.

Like now.

Eleven begins to communicate mentally with the Warp.

A large unclean being descended on the lower deck.

According to the will of No. 11, the devil began to extract people's illnesses and sufferings, put them into his stomach with a big mouth to chew, and finally spit out what he spit out into reality.

Viruses began to wreak havoc on planets occupied by greenskins and iron men.

The iron men who were originally able to resist the landing troops of the 11th Legion all developed diseases at the same time. Tumors grew out of the mechanical structures, and black blood gushed out of the broken pipes of the mechanical structures.

Super Xiao Qin, who controlled the Iron Man Army, heard... wailing, screaming, and calls for help in the countless data streams converging on himself.

The Iron Men are becoming flesh and blood and diseased.

The Iron Front completely collapsed in less than a solar hour.

Eleven watched all this through the eyes of his fighting sons on the planet.

The iron man collapsed.

But the greenskins didn't.

The virus created by the Great Unclean One can infect even Iron Man, but has no effect on Orcs.

No. 11 believes that under normal circumstances, orcs would not be unaffected, because no matter how special they are, they are still real creatures.

It must be Gusa who is influencing these orcs.

The green orcs have a leader effect. If Gusa is not killed by the virus, then his WAAAGH energy can keep his followers unaffected.

"The Ork is a really interesting creature."

Number Eleven sighed and observed.

With the help of his offspring's eyes, he saw that the planet was full of greenskin fortresses. Compared with the fortresses built by Perturabo, these fortresses were simply insignificant and looked more like a bunch of rivets and steel put together.

The Blood Axe Clan's creations would not be so crude, but the problem is that they have a very short time to deploy defenses on the planet. It is impossible for the greenskins to build so many fortresses in a few days and pursue quality.

However, although they look simple, they only look simple. Those fortresses are even more functional than the fortresses built by the Fourth Legion.

"No matter how many Orks there are, it will be useless. Unless they are powerful individuals that can be mass-produced like Iron Man, they will not be able to resist us." Sub-individual No. 7 was also observing everything that the Father of Genes was observing.

"Yes, but we need to speed up." No. 11 opened his eyes and looked at the screen in front of him.

The Great Unclean One is using illness to summon the demon army.

The ritual's effective range is a ring with a radius of 777 kilometers, within which the structure of reality is weakened.

Nurgle demons emerged at the edge of the ring, appeared in the void, and then immediately fell towards the planet below like raindrops.

A total of seven Great Unclean Ones descended into the real universe. They could call the wind and rain in the subspace. After entering the real universe, they seemed not so powerful even when they were within the range of the ritual.

The Great Unclean Ones sit on thrones, carried by demons, and wander in the void.

Until they reached the edge of the ritual's range, where the structure of reality was not so fragile, the demons fell from their thrones and fell into the planet's atmosphere with laughter.

"Should we also perform a ritual in Residential Area 8 to summon more demons?" Sub-individual No. asked. "No." Sub-individual No. walked towards the control room gate. "The Blood God and Nurgle's demon army will fight first, so summoning more demons will not mean more help, but more trash to hold us back."

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above the surface.

Hissing Pit held a multi-functional tool and cut off the pustules and tentacles growing on Super Xiao Qin's body.

The subspace virus was even transmitted to Super Xiao Qin through the information flow, almost turning him into an iron patient who could scream and feel pain.

"You have to wear this during this time." Hissing Fart placed a square box on Super Xiao Qin's arm. "This is a WAAAGH energy conductor. As long as Gusa is not infected by the virus, neither will you."

Super Xiao Qin remained silent.

The subspace virus that can be transmitted along the information flow is indeed unreasonable, but the greenskins' WAAAGH energy is equally unreasonable.

Unfortunately, WAAAGH energy is not provided by Gusa alone to all beasts. Instead, it serves as a trigger to allow beasts that can generate WAAAGH energy to resonate with each other, thereby forming a WAAAGH force field.

If the principle wasn't so harsh, the Iron Man Army could also fight the demons with the presence of Gusa and Hissy-Pit.

"Okay." Hissing Pit ran to the side carrying a multi-tool.

Hundreds of orcs who had survived every previous battle lay on the operating tables.

Gusa sat aside and had his blood drawn by a large machine made by Hissing Fart.

Super Xiao Qin focused his attention on Hissing Fart.

He found that the fart spirit had become like a human, with a slender and tall figure, and a head almost as big as its entire upper body.

Fart spirits no longer have the habit of hissing.

It has evolved like Gusa.

Hissingfart walked to Gusa's side, unplugged the equipment cables, and then began to operate the equipment for synthesis.

Finally, green meat balls were spit out from the outlet of the device.

Hissing Fart took these meat balls and performed surgery on each greenskin, implanting them into their bodies.

This meat ball is called "gene spore".

This is how those Gan Gan warriors were created.

"I'm going out to kill some shrimp!"

"Let me go! I want to go out and fight!"

The first green-skinned boss who underwent transformation struggled and screamed on the operating table.

Even though it is a Bloodaxe Greenskin, it can only abide by military discipline in the boss stage, and the Greenskin-specific behaviors such as shouting and killing will naturally appear in it.

Hissing Fart implanted the genetic spores into the greenskin boss' chest.

The boss was shouting one second, and suddenly his face became gloomy and serious the next.

The body began to expand, from two meters to more than four meters.

The typical characteristics of the greenskins began to disappear in the boss, such as extremely uncoordinated body proportions, ugly big heads or overly sharp and long fangs...

This is precisely the evolutionary trait.

Eventually the Big Boss became so well-proportioned that he looked like a Space Marine, only a larger version.

The fangs are not that long, so they can be worn with a helmet.

Ordinary fart spirits, completely different from the hissing farts, brought weapons and equipment and put armor on the newly-armed warriors.

Finally, a fart spirit who was assigned to be the Kan Gan warrior's lifelong comrade walked into the operating room. It was fully armed and propelled by a jet backpack to jump onto the Kan Gan warrior's shoulder, and then the two of them walked out of the operating room together in silence.

After that, I joined a commando team that was short of people.

Since gene spores have the function of storing memories, a new Kangan warrior often knows what to do and how to fight without any training.

Greenskin genes can even store technology, so storing some combat knowledge is too easy.

"Leave aside the bosses with the best physical qualities, the luckiest, and the most wAAAGH." Gusa stood up and stretched himself, "Implant the gene spores of my warriors into them."

"Of course." Hissing Fart nodded.

The warriors of the Blood Axe Clan, the beasts who followed Gusa when he was still a greenskin boss, have never truly died.

Their gene spores will be passed down and implanted in the waaghest beasts, and then the warriors will be resurrected to serve their blood-axe master once again.

"How long do you estimate we can protect Horus on this planet?" asked Super Xiao Qin.

Gusa turned his head and looked towards the corner of the operating room.

There is a room there, enveloped by a WAAAGH energy field.

Horus lay in that room.

The monitoring equipment made by Hissing Fart can show the various illusions that Horus is experiencing in his mind at this moment. Although the torture inflicted on him by the God of Darkness has long ended, he has stayed in the warp for too long and has been tortured for too long, so he still has the problem of wandering in his mind.

"Hold on until your human reinforcements arrive." Gusa looked away and looked at the Iron Man. "Since your original body can remind me to find Horus, you can definitely remind others to find Horus."

"We were in the subspace at that time. My real body didn't need to exert any influence on our soul projections. He could just talk to us directly." Super Xiao Qin said.

Gusa thought about it and nodded slowly.

Because I have been with Super Xiao Qin for a long time, and my birth was influenced by the Green-skinned Butcher, some of my concepts are related to the subspace level...

So Gusa could guess what the greenskin butcher was thinking.

And what the Green Butcher's consciousness replica is thinking.

There is no euphemism that humans like, just get straight to the point.

"Are you trying to tell me that if the situation is not certain..." Gusa glanced at his young man, "let Hiss Fart find a way to kill Horus?"

The Iron Man had no expression, but his body movements were obviously interrupted by Gusa's words: "He is one of the candidates for a certain Dark God, which is why No. 11 came to catch him."

"You once said that your original body had a plan to kill Horus with a psychic bomb when he was about to fall." Gusa asked.

"That was an abandoned plan because in the future known to my original self, Horus would fall. But now everything is different."

"I'm not going to conduct a moral interrogation. I just want to ask you, can a weapon like a psychic bomb directly destroy the body and soul of a Primarch?"

"..."

After a few words of conversation, Super Xiao Qin fell into deep thought.

After some careful thought, he had the answer: "It doesn't matter whether or not one can erase the essence of a Primarch. It doesn't matter whether or not one can do it. The key is the body. Without the body it is just a pawn with limited usefulness."

Guza looked at Horus again.

"Even if you don't mention this, I will make the necessary decision under the most extreme circumstances, which is to destroy this big shrimp."

"But just like you, your original body, the butcher, he chose to make preparations for both situations. On the one hand, he started preparing to wipe out Horus very early, and on the other hand, he did various things for Horus."

"Since I have promised to fight for Horus' life, I will defend his life to the very end, until everything gets out of control and I am forced to destroy him."

(End of this chapter)