Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 600: Dedicated

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The second week since the Sigillite made the promise.

Seven hundred navigators were transported to the fleet by transport ships.

Before the navigators arrived, Perturabo had completed a series of inventions, waiting for the wetware to arrive.

The transport ship entered the orbit of the planet Olympia and was transported to the South Pole of the planet by a fleet of transport planes. There was a group of spires at the South Pole of Olympia, which would be used to house the navigator.

As soon as the navigators got off the transport plane, they were escorted to a spire by a small number of Iron Warriors stationed on the planet.

These navigators have been "pre-processed". They all look distracted, with anti-psychic collars around their necks and external neural devices attached to their spines. This is a device used by evil biotech warlords during the Terran warlord melee. It is used to completely control a person's actions and regulate the body's hormone secretion state to control a person's psychology.

Even though the control methods are so advanced, there are still Sisters of Silence assigned to watch over these navigators.

Makado may not be very particular about what he does, but he is definitely perfect.

A moment later, a portal opened near the South Pole of Olympia. Qin Xia, Perturabo, and Malcador walked out of the snow and looked at the group of spires in front of them amidst the flying snow.

"Each of the spires you see will have a psychic wetware placed inside it. The spires will channel psychic energy, allowing the psychic wetware inside to see farther away."

"I tried to miniaturize these devices, but there was not enough time and the Navigator arrived too quickly."

Perturabo stood on a rock and pointed to the spires in the distance, introducing another of his masterpieces.

Qin Xia sensed it and realized that these spires themselves could form a psychic network.

Perturabo's research on psychic energy is extremely in-depth, and this group of spires that can enhance the power of psychics through resonance is proof of this.

But fortunately, Perturabo is different from Magnus. His attitude towards psychic power is to question and utilize it.

"What effect will it have if your masterpiece is put into operation?" The seal holder was wrapped in a robe and huddled in a wheelchair. In the howling wind and snow, he looked like an old and frail man on his last legs.

"We can explore about 300 Webway routes at the same time," Perturabo said. "The farthest exploration distance is about one light year. One light year within the Webway."

Malcador closed his eyes and speculated, then nodded to indicate that it was enough.

The Lord of Iron turned to look at Qin Xia: "In fact, I think that if you can stay in the webway and explore the webway, you can complete dozens of times the exploration task of them alone."

"Even the rebellion can't tie me to a certain place, and the Webway Project can't do that either." Qin Xia shook his head.

The navigators traveled among the spires.

The Iron Warriors took these Navigators to the base of different spires according to the Primarch's orders.

A brainwashing device is integrated under the spire, which is used to erase all the navigator's memories when the navigator is placed inside the device.

Those who were taken away for brainwashing included the elderly, teenagers, and even children.

"How did you gather so many navigators in two weeks?" The Lord of Iron suddenly became curious.

"It's definitely not the right time to gather them at short notice," Malcador said. "I found some excuses and captured some people. These people were originally useful for other purposes. Now they are all yours. They will all be used first for the Webway Project."

"Sly old bastard." Perturabo sneered.

The Iron Lord had no fondness for Malcador, and would not pass up any opportunity to mock the old man.

“Cunning, vile, abominable,” Malcador added. “Never mind. When the dust settles, I will take the dirty deeds behind these words with me into my coffin.”

After saying this, the seal holder huddled tightly in the wheelchair.

The old man now no longer looks so gloomy, and his eyes are no longer so sinister. He looks more like an old man in his twilight years.

I just want to sit in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, and indulge in memories, and do nothing else.

Malcador showed a laziness that he would never normally show to others.

Qin Xia realized that sitting on the Golden Throne before had caused great trauma to Malcador, and this trauma was not on the physical level but on the spiritual level.

Perhaps part of the reason the Emperor had previously blamed himself for not returning to Terra immediately was because Malcador had sat on the Golden Throne while the Webway was in operation, and had been badly damaged as a result.

But even if he had to do it all over again, Qin Xia would not give up dealing with the rebels for the sake of Malcador, and run back to Terra to sit on the throne while the Webway was operating.

"Malcador." Perturabo walked behind the wheelchair and put his hands on the handles.

"Hmm?" The seal holder's eyes were hazy and he hummed like an old man hearing a child calling him.

"When will you die?"

"I will not die now. I will die when I have erased all the great achievements of the Emperor and you, His Highnesses, as well as all the information about your existence, from the human race."

"You are immortal, so you are equivalent to immortality. How can the deeds of the Emperor and us be erased?"

"..."

What Malcador said was no joke.

Qin Xia, who was looking at Makado with complicated eyes, thought of this.

Malcador really did have a plan to erase all the deeds and achievements of the Emperor, and of course the Primarch could not be left out.

This was obviously at the Emperor's behest.

Together, these two people will reshape the collective memory of the human species - in the darkest and most desperate era of the human species, it was countless individuals of the human species who sacrificed everything one after another, leading the entire race out of depravity and ignorance, rather than one or two supermen.

Even if this is not the case, the new collective memory will make the human race more aggressive and confident.

Qin Xia looked at Makado with complicated eyes, because it was difficult for him to evaluate such a person.

A cold-blooded conspirator, but he treats everyone, including himself, as pawns. He will use various means to make people sacrifice for his monarch's great cause, and he will not hesitate when it is his turn to sacrifice.

There are also emperors who use themselves as pawns in the game with the gods.

They don't care about anyone, they care about everyone. They don't love anyone, they love everyone.

"You should consider your successor, Qin Xia."

Malcador suddenly said as Perturabo pushed the wheelchair towards the portal.

"I don't know what you will do after everything is settled, but I guess you will not continue to be the commander of a think tank force."

"You desperately need someone to free you from the tiny responsibilities you now have."

Macador's words made Qin Xia fall into deep thought.

He had to admit that what the seal holder said was absolutely right.

It's time to train a successor.

"Stop popping champagne at halftime." Qin Xia said in a way that Malcador could understand. "In the last ultra-long-distance meeting, everyone was discussing what to do after the dust settled. As a result, Unit 11 rebelled, the subspace storm raged, and the galaxy was in chaos."

"Open the champagne at halftime..." Machado stretched out his dry right hand, rubbed his chin and thought for a moment.

The seal holder thought for a few seconds before finding the origin of the phrase "open champagne at halftime" from the long river of time and memory.

"Let's make a deal."

Machado said.

"I will no longer open champagne at halftime, and you will no longer use the Metamorphosis technique from Dragon Ball to train the Think Tank to use the fusion spell."

"I don't know what the Emperor thought when we found out you were using that move to train the Librarians, but I couldn't hold it back."

After saying this, Malcador let out a dry laugh.

Qin Xia nodded silently and watched Malcador being pushed into the portal by Perturabo.

And he also has to charge the spires.

When Qin Xia learns of Malcador's death in the future, he will recall the last time he saw Malcador in Olympia.

Giving the Navigator to Perturabo as wetware was not the last thing Malcador the Devoted did before his death, but it was definitely this act and the ramifications he anticipated that relaxed his nerves.

…Perturabo’s masterpiece began to work.

The Emperor himself designed a recording and navigation device for all ships that would travel the Webway, and the White Knight was fitted with it.

When the spire cluster using the navigator as wetware started to operate, a large amount of information poured into the recording and navigation devices in an instant.

This device projects a webway image onto the command deck.

The image is constantly expanding, a route is extended rapidly, and eventually turns red or green, meaning that a branching route of the network can or cannot be used.

The navigators traveled through the webway in psychic vision, seeing those ancient defensive weapons, the remains of the War in Heaven, horrific alien creatures... and endless crises. They would have caused immeasurable damage to the human fleet, and would have required ship after ship to conduct exploration and investigation with a mortality rate of 90%, but now they were all solved by the masterpiece invented by Perturabo.

However, the device has a limited range.

But as Olympia began to operate and navigate the network routes that had been discovered to be passable and large enough to accommodate planets, longer network routes extended out in the image.

"Olympia sent a message." The captain of the White Knight walked towards Qin Xia, "They said there is a webway that has a high probability of leading to Ultramar."

"Prepare to set sail, we will head to Ultramar." Qin Xia turned in front of the navigation recording device, "The dust has not settled yet, and I still have some things to do."

The captain passed on the order.

The Librarian fleet began to break away from the massive Imperial fleet.

Command temporarily passed to Malcador.

The Imperial Fleet, composed of various ace elite troops, did not return to Terra, because Qin Xia was certain that he would have to lead them to fight in the future, and against opponents who were almost equally matched.

"Where's Osiris?"

As the fleet separated from the Imperial Fleet, Qin Xia suddenly asked about the captain's adopted son.

Osiris.

The baby that Qin Xia took over during the trip to Caliban was given to the captain and his wife to raise. Now the child is old enough to help out.

"I'll have my wife take Osiris to the Great Library right away." The captain picked up the communicator.

Qin Xia nodded.

After the captain and his wife finished communicating, Qin Xia suddenly said in a psychic voice that only the two of them could hear: "I once told you and your wife that I have arranged a path for Osiris, and that is to become the next head of the think tank."

The captain realized something and his eyes gradually became deep.

"I saw a different destiny from others in him. I saw that he became a person with the characteristics of both Kamas and Varis in the most likely thread of destiny among the complicated threads of fate."

"Coupled with his outstanding and extraordinary psychic talent, if I were to choose a successor for the Think Tank, he would be the best candidate."

"..."

The words Qin Xia said turned into a buzzing sound in the captain's ears.

It was not until Qin Xia finished speaking and asked the captain's opinion: "What do you think?" that the captain was stunned for a moment and saluted in response: "Anyone on the White Knight should obey your orders and arrangements unconditionally."

Qin Xia looked at the captain and was silent for a second before saying, "I didn't ask anyone else. I asked you two. You are the father and mother of Osiris."

The captain smiled at first, ready to laugh and say something, but soon realized that this might be the only time he could say something about Osiris's fate.

So the captain said: "My wife and I hope that Osiris will grow up happily and live, but he himself is not happy with this arrangement. He worships the think tank and you, so..."

"I understand." Qin Xia nodded.

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The White Knight's Great Library.

Osiris was surrounded by the think tank's top executives. Although his parents were not around, he did not show any fear. However, this was because Osiris had already become familiar with the think tanks.

The child's eyes were full of curiosity and a burning gaze. He looked at the interior of the library and the armor of the think tanks from time to time, and even went forward to touch the surface of the armor.

Even touching the armor is allowed.

Because the child knows how to read people's faces, he would choose Kamas, who seems to be the most talkative among all people, and walk over to touch his armor, instead of going to Varis, who looks like he is not easy to deal with.

Kamath looked at Osiris.

The Supreme Grand Mentor of the Think Tanks still remembered one thing. That was once when he was leading the team to assemble, Osiris was wearing a think tank armor made of cardboard, holding a wooden stick, and waiting halfway with his mother. When the think tanks passed by, Osiris stood up and took photos with them.

This incident left a deep impression on Kamaz.

"Lord of the White Knight!"

Suddenly, all the think tanks stood together, their eyes no longer focused on Osiris, and they saluted the snowflakes that suddenly fell in the library.

The Lord of the White Knights walked out of the snow, nodded to indicate that there was no need to be polite, and then looked at Osiris.

This kid looks only five years old, but because of his precocity, his demeanor looks like that of a child around ten years old.

He has lost weight, become darker, and looks a bit ugly.

Osiris also looked at Qin Xia, his eyes filled with fiery light.

He grew up listening to the stories of the think tanks and longed to join them to fight for the Lord of the White Knights, so he admired Qin Xia very much.

In the description given to Osiris by the captain's wife, Qin Xia was a handsome, elegant, and dignified man. He was not like ordinary rulers who would get anxious over some interests, nor was he like ordinary rulers who were stingy with the fleet's funds.

"What about his psychic talent?" Qin Xia asked Kamas first.

"An extremely stable psychic talent. Maybe not that powerful, but very stable." Kamas had already explored Osiris's talent when he touched his armor just now, and made a summary.

"Stability is the most important thing." Qin Xia reiterated the think tank's philosophy of selecting people.

The think tanks all nodded.

"Osiris." Qin Xia rubbed Osiris' head like he rubbed Watcher Kang's head. "From now on, you have to learn to be independent, and then you will grow up and join the think tank."

"Yes, sir." Osiris nodded vigorously.

Qin Xia walked up to Kamas again to discuss things.

"Appoint a mentor to educate Osiris, and then stay with him in Olympia to conduct the Webway exploration operation."

"I want Osiris to quickly learn how to efficiently use his spiritual power during this time. When I come back, I will perform transformation surgery on Osiris."

Kamas listened to the instructions carefully.

After the Lord of the White Knights finished his instructions, Kamas suddenly asked, "You want to use that special gene seed for him?"

Kamas once learned when he was alone with Qin Xia that the gene seed used by the Lord of the White Knight was different from that used by others. It was an extremely stable gene seed with specialized uses in psychic powers.

A Space Marine can produce about two gene seeds in his lifetime, one that can be extracted after maturity, and the other that can be extracted after death.

As far as Kamas knew, the gene-seed of the Lord of the White Knights was extracted by the Quadrant and stored in the Great Library before the Quadrant returned to Mars.

Qin Xia agreed.

He was indeed planning to leave the gene seed for Osiris to use.

But before that, Osiris still needs to go through some things and endure some hardships.

Eventually he may become the future Lord of the White Knights.

Osiris is a candidate, but not the only one. If his fate does not develop as Qin Xia saw on the Web of Destiny, Osiris will eventually only become a capable person in a think tank, rather than the next leader of the think tank.

"Take him to select people." Qin Xia ordered, "Then send him and his mentor to Olympia. The fleet will leave at that time and follow the webway that we just explored to Ultramar to do something."

"Yes, my lord." Kamas saluted again.

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(End of this chapter)