Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 586 Psykers

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The southern edge of the Pharos Mountain Fortress.

In a tunnel within the transportation network composed of countless tunnels.

Freeman, a sixteen-year-old recruit, sat on the ground close to the tunnel wall, clutching a command document in his right hand, his slightly immature eyes filled with helplessness.

[Private Freeman, according to Marshal Kleist's order, you will immediately set off for Tunnel 333 in the south of the fortress. You will join the 41th squad of the 3rd company of the 12st Infantry Regiment of the regular army to participate in the battle.]

This is what is on the command file.

Freeman came here according to the command documents, and everything went well until he arrived here.

The fortress designed by the man, one of only three space marines on the planet, was very scientific and had a lot of arrangements for navigation, so Freeman could find Tunnel 333 without anyone leading him.

However, after arriving here, Freeman could only see teams of soldiers passing through the tunnel. As for the 3th Squad of the 12rd Company mentioned in the command document, it seemed that it had never appeared.

Or maybe they appeared, and just like the people seen before, they ran past quickly, not stopping at all to wait for a new recruit who couldn't even find his own team.

There was no team stationed in the tunnel, so it was unclear how to find one.

Freeman could only stand there and wait, wasting his energy on random thoughts and worries.

Fortunately, after a moment, the nine soldiers looked at Freeman as they passed by, and then the squad leader raised his fist to signal them to stop.

"Are you Freeman?" The squad leader came over and said to the boy, "My superiors told me that you will be added to my squad as a communications soldier."

"Yes, sir." Freeman stepped forward, looking puzzled, "How...how do you know I am Freeman?"

"A new recruit standing here stupidly. I know you are mine at first glance." The squad leader said with a smile.

Freeman nodded and looked at the people in the squad who would become his comrades one by one.

A big guy with narrowed eyes and a very friendly smile on his face, about two meters and three meters tall, with a heavy machine gun hanging on his right shoulder. Machine gunner.

A woman with a grim face and neat short hair, seems to be the monitor's deputy.

A pale man who looked like a tribesman fishing in the artificial Mediterranean of Nuceria, holding a Hrud flintlock. Sniper.

The rest were riflemen, with unremarkable looks and figures.

"We need to rest in the tunnel." The squad leader stood against the wall.

The soldiers in the squad also stood by the wall and quickly checked their weapons and ammunition.

The big machine gunner came up to Freeman at this time, took out a piece of compressed rations from his uniform pocket and handed it to him.

Freeman looked at the machine gunner, raised his head, and first saw the face with a very friendly smile, then lowered his head and saw the rations: "Thank you... I have been traveling for a whole day and forgot to take the supplies before leaving."

"No wonder you look so hungry." The machine gunner's voice was also extremely gentle and kind. "Eat. I brought supplies for twenty people."

Freeman took the rations and started to eat.

"What's your name?" asked the squad leader.

"Freeman Freeman, sir," the boy replied.

"Freeman? Is that a last name or a nickname?"

"Last name. Sir."

"Strange last name."

"My father was a slave without a name when he was a child. He said that when he became a free man, Qin Xia gave him a name, which was Free Man."

When Freeman told the origin of his last name, everyone in the team was stunned.

When the squad leader wanted to continue asking questions, the ground suddenly shook violently.

Everyone turned their eyes to the top of the tunnel, where a screen was hung, broadcasting the situation outside the fortress in real time.

A Titan appeared on the screen.

Warlord-class Titan.

But there is only one.

This Titan fell from the sky and landed outside the southern part of the fortress. The moment it landed, it attracted overwhelming firepower, but the void shield it carried blocked all the firepower.

The Titan walked through the artillery fire, approached the fortress, passed through the void shield, raised his right weapon, and aimed at the southern part of the fortress.

"Its target is here!" The squad leader reacted immediately and led the entire team to run wildly along the tunnel.

The soldiers in Tunnel 33 also began to evacuate frantically.

At this time, the volcanic cannon on the right arm of the Warlord-class Titan began to charge energy.

A deep and rich humming sound reached everyone's ears.

The situation was a little chaotic. Freeman ran while paying attention to his team members, afraid of getting separated and suddenly tripping.

The big machine gunner was behind Freeman. He ran over, picked up Freeman, held him in his arms and ran forward.

The entire team ran all the way to Tunnel 35 before stopping.

At this time, the sound of the volcanic cannon charging energy had become increasingly thick and heavy, and the sound was shaking the soldiers' eardrums.

But at this moment, the sound of energy storage stopped abruptly.

Freeman sensed something and jumped from the machine gunner's arms, ran to the observation tower connected to Tunnel 35, and looked at the outside world through the observation hole.

"That Thousand Sons Legionnaire!"

"He took action!"

The other soldiers in the lookout suddenly shouted.

Freeman saw an Astartes in crimson armor standing on top of the spire on the southern wall of the fortress, holding a staff in one hand and facing the Titan with the other.

The Titan froze in its tracks, and ripples appeared on its surface.

The next second, the entire Titan broke into pieces, and countless parts flew into the sky.

The Astartes lowered his hand.

Titan parts were scattered all over the ground.

As Freeman's eyes moved to the Titan parts and then to the Astartes, the top of the spire was empty.

"He teleported away," Freeman murmured.

"The psychic power of the Lord of the White Knight." The machine gunner came to Freeman, "I can't imagine it... We may have to sacrifice thousands of lives to destroy that Titan, but that lord, all he needs to do is move his hands."

This is what psykers are.

Freeman lowered his head and looked at his hands, thinking.

His father's voice echoed in the boy's mind.

"I have seen that God-King with my own eyes. When I was tortured beyond recognition by the slave master, he came in front of me, squatted down, and used that power to heal me."

"Then... I don't know if it was activated or given, but I also gained that power."

"I think you will too, son." Freeman recalled what his father said.

At this time, the squad leader came to the boy, took off the black glove on his left hand with his right hand, and then slapped Freeman hard with the leather glove.

"How did you fall just now?" the squad leader asked seriously, "I've read your file. You lied about your age to join the army, but your training performance was quite outstanding. How could you fall while running?"

"I've had the problem of not looking at the road since I was a child, sir." Freeman's words sounded like a challenge, but his expression was sincere. This was indeed his problem.

The squad leader thought for a moment and looked at the machine gunner: "Are you willing to take care of him? If not, I'll let him go."

"I'll take care of him, sir. He's the same age as my son." The machine gunner walked up to Freeman, the boy's head level with the big man's elbow. "In any case, it's an order to put him in our squad."

The monitor looked at the others.

The pale-faced and expressionless sniper had no expression on his face.

The grim-faced deputy merely glanced at Freeman.

No one else commented.

The squad leader nodded to the machine gunner: "You are right, orders are orders."

Freeman looked at the machine gunner with gratitude.

The big man smiled and pounded his chest. "Your mission is to survive and collect our relics and send them to the ship back to Nuceria."

Just as Freeman was about to speak, there was a sound from the communicator, and then he conveyed the order from the communication channel: "Sir. The superiors ordered us to go to Tunnel 83 and resist the invaders there."

The squad leader nodded, glanced at the others, turned around and led the way.

Team 83 ran through the tunnel, following the extremely obvious directional signs on the road while finding their way to Tunnel .

In the fortress designed by Dantioch, tunnels are like blood vessels, crisscrossing in this huge military facility about 200 meters high, and the soldiers running in the tunnels are like blood in the blood vessels.

The further they advanced, the fewer soldiers were running around, and eventually only this one advancing squad was left.

When he arrived at Tunnel 72, Freeman suddenly heard a noise coming from above.

That was the roar and the sound of gunfire. These sounds were extremely weak by the time they passed through the heavy building structure and were transmitted to the tunnel... so weak that they could not be detected by human ears at all.

No one else heard it, only Freeman.

Then there was another noise... It seemed like an explosion...

"long……"

Just as Freeman was about to shout a warning, the building structure above his head was blown through.

The melta bomb turned the building materials into dripping extremely hot liquid. Three seconds after a hole was opened above the heads of the team members, a Space Marine fell from above.

Through the hole, everyone could also see a corner of the airdrop cabin that the Space Marine was riding in.

"..."

It was not the first time that Freeman had seen a Space Marine, but it was definitely the first time that he had become an enemy of a Space Marine. He was so terrified that all the subsequent words were stuck in his throat and he could not utter them at all.

And the Space Marine didn't look very majestic after he fell down.

I don't know where the helmet went.

On the right arm of the purple power armor, the arm armor disappeared along with the arm, and the broken part was severely burnt and smoking.

There are holes all over the power armor.

"Huh...huh..."

The Space Marine gasped violently.

The team members reacted and opened fire on the enemy.

Before opening fire, the Space Marines had already rushed towards the mortals in front of them.

He was badly injured but still incredibly fast.

The squad leader pulled out a pistol that could fire melta beams and was about to pull the trigger when the Space Marine passed by him, pulled out a dagger with his right hand and cut off the squad leader's head.

The female deputy walking behind the squad leader raised her gun, and at the same time, the Space Marine who was running forward rapidly smashed her with his shoulder.

Freeman watched as the Space Marine's sturdy body rushed out from among the corpse fragments. The power armor was covered in blood, making the purple color even brighter.

Gunfire rang out.

The Space Marine's shoulder armor was hit by a series of lasers, and at the same moment, he threw a dagger to the right, pinning the firer to the wall.

In the blink of an eye, he pulled out the explosive pistol with his only remaining left arm and pulled the trigger, killing five more people.

From the time the battle began, only Freeman and the machine gunner were left in the squad...

Only three seconds passed.

Freeman had his pistol drawn and was firing, but the melta beam was easily dodged.

"call……"

The Space Marine breathed heavily, glanced at the two people still alive in front of him, calmly put away his bolter pistol, walked to the corpse by the wall and pulled out his dagger.

Freeman wanted to ask the machine gunner why he didn't shoot, but when he turned around he saw that the machine gun and its owner's back were smashed to pieces by shrapnel.

"He had a plan from the beginning to the end." An idea came to Freeman's mind.

"Ant." The Space Marine hung the dagger on his waist, sneered, and then changed the magazine of the bolt pistol.

Although the machine gunner suffered a serious blow to the back, he was not dead yet and stood in front of Freeman.

The Space Marine changed the magazine and held the pistol, but did not fire, just walked forward.

"Run." The Heavy walked towards the Space Marine.

Just as he finished speaking, his head was smashed by an empty magazine thrown by the Space Marine, and his sturdy body fell to the ground.

"I grew up with you when I became an Astartes, little one."

The Space Marine kicked the corpse two meters away and walked towards Freeman, muttering to himself.

"I am a noble of Terra Europa."

"I join the Emperor's Children. What an honor! What a noble one!"

"And then Fulgrim fell, damned thing..."

"Eidolon is a damned thing too."

"If I survive..."

The Space Marine suddenly quickened his pace and rushed forward with a roar.

"I'm going to fuck Eidolon's eyes and ears out!"

The Space Marine rushed past where Freeman was standing, but the boy did not turn into pieces, he just suddenly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)