Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 587 Superman Butcher
Frost spread throughout the tunnel.

Freeman suddenly appeared ten meters behind the Space Marine.

He himself didn't know what was going on. After teleporting, he slowly recalled what had happened in the past moment.

It’s like suddenly falling into another world, where you can go wherever you want and reach anywhere with just a thought.

boom!
The sound of bolter fire echoed through the tunnel.

The Space Marines turned and opened fire in an instant, but Freeman's body was nowhere to be seen.

On the pale face, the scarlet eyes tilted to the right.

Freeman appeared twenty meters to the right of the Space Marine.

The sound of grenade launchers rang out again.

This time Freeman still did not die. Under the pressure of the survival crisis and the negative emotions of the death of his comrades, he quickly got used to the magical powers he suddenly obtained, and was able to accurately control where he disappeared and appeared.

When he appeared again, he was standing behind the Space Marine, reaching out to pick up the fallen Hrud flintlock.

While conventional armies field a number of anti-Space Marine weapons, the Hrud Flintlock is more popular due to its high accuracy and extremely terrifying power.

Freeman disappeared again as his right hand touched the flintlock, avoiding the explosive bullet that was fired again.

"You're a little psychic bastard." The Space Marine sneered and glanced around.

Psychic signs appeared behind him.

The Space Marine immediately turned and raised his gun, but fired to the left side of his body in the next second.

Because in his opinion, his left side must be the flaw that Freeman would exploit.

Things went just as the Space Marines expected.

Freeman wanted to pretend to appear behind the enemy and then teleport to the left to launch a surprise attack, but his intention was seen through, and before he raised his flintlock, a bomb came towards him.

The flow of time seemed to slow down extremely.

The bomb flew slowly in the air.

Freeman couldn't tell whether his consciousness was accelerated to the point where he could feel the bomb flying slowly, or whether his own will was causing the flow of time around him to slow down.

Anyway, he dodged the bolter and fired at the Space Marines.

In an instant, a beam of light hotter than a star pierced through the Space Marine's head.

After a dull thud, Superman's body fell to the ground.

Freeman did not feel any joy at all, only intense fatigue flooded into his brain.

In an instant his will was dispersed and he fell to the ground, drowning in the blood of his dead comrades.

However, he managed to get up again by his willpower, and staggered around searching for something among the corpses on the ground.

Nameplate.

suicide note.

Military discipline dictates that these two items must be placed in the small pocket on the back of the military uniform.

The remains of everyone in the team were collected.

The machine gunner who was best to Freeman was the last one to collect the relics.

"Man..."

Freeman knelt in the brains and blood, holding up the machine gunner's nameplate and suicide note.

The boy looked at the name on the nameplate...

Because the machine gunner's back was shattered by shrapnel before and after his death, the nameplate was also rotten beyond recognition and his name could not be recognized at all.

Even the suicide note is the same.

The young man fell to the ground holding the nameplate and suicide note, vomiting and trembling for a minute.

Then he stood up again, stuffed the broken nameplate into his chest, turned and walked towards the body of the Space Marine, pulled out the dagger hanging on the waist of the corpse, and took off his shirt.

The boy held the dagger towards his back, leaving a bloody scratch.

At this moment, Freeman completed a warrior's rite of passage, which was to achieve a victory and leave the beginning of a rope of triumph behind him.

After doing all this, Freeman picked up the communicator to report the situation to his superiors, then picked up the flintlock and teleported to Tunnel 83.

A group of soldiers were waiting behind the tunnel bunker.

From time to time, gunshots and explosions were heard from the front of the tunnel.

But the heavy footsteps of the Space Marines would still be heard after a brief pause.

Freeman teleported directly behind these soldiers.

After seeing the young warrior suddenly appear, the soldiers could not figure out how this boy appeared for a while, but they could immediately realize what they could do with this boy's characteristics.

The soldiers looked at each other, and finally made eye contact with Freeman.

After a silent eye contact, they knew each other's thoughts.

At this moment, a hand holding a grenade launcher stretched out from the corner in front of the tunnel.

The Space Marines hiding in the corner can identify how many mortals there are and their locations just by listening to their breathing.

Every shot from the bolter accurately hit a soldier.

The soldiers did not choose to hide behind the bunkers and exchange fire, but instead threw away all the heavy objects on their bodies except the grenades and rushed forward.

The person running in front pulled out the safety of the smoke bomb, and the smoke bomb fell to the ground after being shattered by the explosive bomb.

Thick smoke filled the tunnel.

The soldiers rushed forward thinking that this would at least cause some trouble to the enemy, but it was of no use.

Six Space Marines flashed out from the corner, and their eyes saw all mortals through the thermal imaging vision presented by their tactical eyepieces.

The grenade launchers opened fire, and one person after another was smashed to pieces or fell to the ground with broken limbs.

Hundreds of soldiers charged in the tunnel, but after two seconds, only thirty of them were able to reach a position twenty meters away from the Space Marines.

As the six Space Marines focused their attention on the front, forming a staggered formation and accurately shooting mortals, Freeman appeared behind them.

Six Space Marines noticed the sudden appearance of the enemy at the same time.

But only the warrior at the end of the team responded.

He turned his head back quickly but slightly, turned around, drew his pistol with his other hand after the magazine of the bolt gun in his hand was empty, aimed and fired... all this was done in 0.1 seconds.

The Hrud Flintlock fires a beam at the same time as the Bolter fires.

The moment the Space Marine's helmet was pierced, Freeman disappeared. Freeman, who was traveling in another world, was about to return to reality to kill a Space Marine, but he saw that hundreds of soldiers had been killed without a single one left.

Five Space Marines were holding bolters and guarding different directions.

The reason they didn't use the full-speed fire mode of the grenade launcher just now was to save ammunition as much as possible through precise shooting and prevent accidents.

Now each of them had at least two explosive shells in their magazines.

Freeman thought for a moment and chose to retreat.

The Space Marines waited for ten seconds, then moved forward more cautiously.

Tunnel 83 was lost.

Freeman returns to the tunnel after the Space Marines leave, collects the nameplate and teleports to the next tunnel.

This time he still appeared near friendly forces.

The soldiers also immediately realized the new strategy when they saw him.

Another charge begins.

Another teleportation raid begins.

However, this time Freeman was more experienced and used his psychic powers more quickly. After appearing and disappearing, and after the soldiers responsible for restraining the enemy were sacrificed, he found the right angle and killed two Space Marines with a beam of light.

The cycle repeats itself over and over again.

repeat.

Until the rest of the Space Marine squad was killed.

Freeman could no longer accept this cycle and would rather commit suicide than let others attract the enemy's attention for him, so he teleported away alone and searched for lone Space Marines throughout the fortress.

Perhaps you can gain experience through battles and become stronger and stronger?
Or, will he be slaughtered by those supermen one day?

Freeman didn't know, he just wanted to fight until the information he had reported before was passed on to higher levels and he received new orders.

……

One solar cycle later.

In the large passage leading to the command center.

Freeman sat on a chair used for resting officers on the road, carrying a Hrud flintlock on his back, and carved a bloody spot on his back with the Space Marine's dagger.

The rope of triumph was continued.

This done, Freeman put on his clothes and fixed his eyes on the screen at the top of the passage.

Freeman's face was displayed on the screen.

Half of his face was smashed.

Melancholy and deep eyes.

No one could tell that this was a young soldier.

Some information is displayed next to the face.

【Freeman.】

[Kill record: nine Space Marines.]

A medal was displayed below the message.

Freeman lowered his head and pulled a medal from his pocket.

The medal was the one Marshal Kleist had just awarded him, and it was engraved with a pile of skulls wearing Space Marine helmets.

The medal has a rather domineering name – the Superman Butcher Medal.

"Only nine," Freeman thought to himself, and put the medal in his pocket.

The scene on the screen changed to news.

The female announcer in military uniform narrates what happened during the week.

"Early yesterday morning, Colonel Gangro and his crew died in the battle of Krato Pass. The logistics personnel found the prototype of the God-level tank, which was regarded as a spiritual symbol during the uprising war, near the No. 3 underground city."

“Although the tank is riddled with holes, it is still functioning normally. Colonel Gangro’s daughter and her crew will take over the tank and participate in a series of subsequent counterattack operations.”

"Colonel Gangro and his crew were the first batch of armored soldiers of the Rebellion. Their rescue of his daughter on the eve of the counterattack on Krato Plain not long ago boosted the morale of all of us. Let us mourn the memory of these veterans of the Rebellion who have made great achievements."

"..."

While the Battle of Sosa was going on, it wasn't just the soldiers who were working for the war effort, it was also the propaganda agencies and military journalists.

These people have a weak presence, and not many people even know that Qin Xia personally ordered the establishment and guidance of the propaganda agency.

But what they did have far-reaching consequences.

During the uprising war, the media organized by the propaganda agency would fight back against the High Knights' public opinion attacks and would also arrange comedies related to the High Knights' family embarrassments to entertain the public.

Even films designed to relieve physiological needs were interjected with elements of rebellious wars and the fight against the High Knights.

Today, the battlefield of the Nuceria is no longer just Nuceria, and the propaganda agencies can still play a role. The methods and thinking that Qin Xia taught them can still adapt to the current war situation.

"Mr. Superman the Butcher."

A call drew Freeman's attention from the screen to the speaker.

He saw a staff officer leading six people towards him.

"I just killed nine Space Marines." Freeman stood up from his chair, his voice low and magnetic.

"Yes." The staff officer nodded. "If a tank in the armored unit is lucky, it can destroy nine Space Marines and a super-heavy tank with one shot, but don't forget, you are infantry."

After saying that, the staff officer signaled the six people behind him to come forward.

"These people are psykers just like you."

"Marshal Kleist has decided to form a psyker combat squad, and you will be their commander."

Listening to the staff officer's explanation, Freeman looked at the six men.

These people also seem to have their own characteristics and personalities.

But Freeman immediately thought of his comrades when he was still in the squad a week ago.

"Orders are orders, sir," Freeman said in a low voice.

"Very good." The staff officer nodded, paused, and then continued, "But, Freeman, you look like a tough guy. You don't have to deliberately make your voice deep and rich, otherwise people who know you are less than seventeen years old will find it weird."

Freeman was silent.

(End of this chapter)