Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 621 The True Meaning of Slaanesh

All the Nuceria gathered in the city of Desia after half a Nuceria hour.

The whole city looked like a can of sardines.

The Space Marines maintained order at the scene to prevent vicious incidents such as trampling.

After waiting for a while, Angron, the gladiators, and his adoptive father, Xarasi, appeared.

"Happy Prince, Happy Father!"

"Happy Prince, Happy Father!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Angron didn't say much and just spoke directly.

The synesthesia ability that far surpassed Angron's in the main universe to which Qin Xia belonged was exerted.

Qin Xia thought that Angron in this universe really had some amazing abilities, but it turned out that it was not the synesthesia ability developed through endless training, but the blessing of the power of Slaanesh.

As a Chaos God, Slaanesh directly infuses his power into Angron's body at this moment. How could he not be powerful?

The super strong synaesthesia ability connects everyone on the spiritual and soul level.

"let's start."

“The ultimate moment of joy.”

Angron sat on the ground.

Billions of people across Nuceria sat on the ground in an orderly manner.

The security omnic came behind the Primarch holding a Cromachi brass broadsword and raised the broadsword.

That is an ancient weapon passed down from the Cromach family.

The omnic swung its sword and beheaded the primarch.

Screams came from everyone's mouth. Billions of people gathered in the city of Desia screamed and fell to the ground at the same time, almost unconscious and convulsing.

The intense pain and death were not only shared by Angron, but were also infinitely amplified by his synesthesia.

One can feel what the Primarch felt when he died, and can also feel what it feels like for others to feel that way.

In short, it is equivalent to what a person feels at the same time being superimposed billions of times.

Even Xia Laxi, who was disguised as Qin Xia, was twitching and almost fainting.

When people were about to collapse and faint, the beheaded Angron suddenly recovered, his head and body merged into one, and then he took all the pain felt by everyone and concentrated it on himself alone.

The Primarch knelt on the ground, screaming heartbreakingly.

Others feel redemption at this moment... the feeling of being suddenly relieved from extreme pain, the happiness of no longer suffering, the sense of surviving a disaster, the sense of being freed from a heavy burden... This step is about enjoying that final feeling of relief.

Angron absorbed all the pain by himself and then started the next step.

This step is sad.

Xarasi stood up and placed his hands on Angron's head, causing him to see an illusion created by the God of Chaos.

In that vision, the uprising failed.

The High Knights put down the rebellion with ease.

Angron originally wanted to lead his gladiator brothers and sisters to fight hard and fight to the death with the High Knight, but he was teleported away by the damn Corpse King.

Since then, the gladiators died and Angron was defined as a traitor.

While Xarasi brought illusions to Angron, he also isolated some of his memories, making Angron feel more immersed in the scene.

The Primarch, a man of great emotion, felt grief far beyond that of any mortal, and far beyond that of any of his brothers.

And this kind of grief is amplified by synaesthesia, just like the pain just now, it is felt by billions of people and strengthened billions of times in the perception of individuals.

Some people were so miserable that they committed suicide.

Some people began to rush towards the Victory Monument of the Uprising War in the city of Desia and began to hammer with their hands the kneeling statue of a tall knight made of metal.

This misery lasted for quite some time.

Until Xia Laxi freed Angron from the illusion and released the isolated memory.

Angron, who was originally in despair, suddenly saw his adoptive father and his brothers and sisters. Then he recalled the uprising war he had actually experienced, and he suddenly felt a sense of happiness that it was a false alarm.

Happiness comes from contrast.

When everything in the fantasy is extremely cruel, the reality is completely the opposite, joy and happiness are derived from it.

This feeling was also intensified many times.

People cried with joy, hugged each other, and celebrated the victory of the uprising war once again.

In these two steps, Nuceria experienced great sorrow and great joy.

Joy, happiness, pleasure... and other positive feelings are contrasted and amplified after experiencing previous painful feelings.

The pleasure people can get from it far exceeds the pleasure they can get on a physiological level.

When the feelings are magnified billions of times, the shackles of human's innate physiological senses are broken, and the ultimate enjoyment brought on the soul and spiritual level has surpassed the enjoyment that any physical behavior can bring. Even the elves, a race with strong sensitive senses, seem too dull and numb compared to humans at this time.

The ultimate stimulation and enjoyment is the power of Slaanesh.

Pleasure does not mean all enjoyment without pain.

When a feeling is too extreme and ordinary physical stimulation has become dull to the experiencer, even the painful torture of losing one's soul will turn into joyful enjoyment.

With the help of Angron's innate ability, people do not need to obtain extreme stimulation through inefficient methods such as taking drugs and killing or abusing others like the Emperor's Children who fell into the arms of Slaanesh in the main universe. All they need is Angron to use empathy.

“Father…” Angron burst into tears and held Xia Laxi’s hand, “We…we brought a paradise.”

"Hey hey hey..."

Xia Laxi giggled foolishly, tears also streaming down her face, and looked like a cat that had smelled catnip.

The enjoyment brought by Angron was too much even for the Great Daemon of Slaanesh.

But the sense of relief after the pain, the sense of happiness after the extreme sorrow, these are just foreplay.

Angron's real trick was yet to come. Qin Xia was still observing with his psychic vision, but he was not watching the joyous ceremony as if it were a show of fun, but something else.

Some people are ready to make a move.

boom--

The explosion resounded throughout the city of Desia.

A tall building was blown in half and fell towards Angron on the ground.

The original body, Xia Laxi and the people around were in an abnormal state after being overstimulated. They watched the building pressing down on them without doing anything.

"For the Emperor!!!!"

Shouts echoed through the streets.

Many uninvited guests suddenly emerged from the sewers and garbage dumps.

These people were dirty, wearing tattered armor, and holding ancient weapons that had been eliminated many years ago.

There are mortals.

Space Marine.

The Space Marines wore armor of different colors, but the armor looked worn out, but the symbols on the shoulder armor could still distinguish that they belonged to different legions.

The army launched a surprise attack.

The Space Marines rushed into the square and slaughtered those who were unable to react.

The Sons of Angron were stationed in the city of Desia.

Logically speaking, we should set out now.

However, Kiel lay on the ground, still immersed in the exhaustion brought by the extreme enjoyment just now.

Legion Commander Kiel began to howl, "Why are these bastards coming here now? I don't want to lose my synaesthesia to deal with them! I don't want to die!!!"

Angron walked out of the ruins, and beside him were the gladiators covered by the wings of Xarathi.

The Primarch closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "clearing" everyone's feelings.

Kiel jumped up from the ground again: "Let's start to enjoy the joy of fighting! For Prince Joy! For our loved ones and loved ones!"

Even the thrill of battle is within the power of Slaanesh.

A big fight started between the two sides.

Angron joined the fray with his twin axes, sweeping through Space Marines and mortals alike like a storm.

Until another tall figure stood in front of him.

Guilliman.

The Lord of Ultramar exudes the stench of sewers, holding the Emperor's sword and wearing tattered armor...

The mortal standing next to the Lord of Ultramar was Onomamos.

Oenomamos had a determined look on his face, holding an ancient sword, staring at Angron and his former companions with anger and pain.

“Ono!” Angron stood still. “I don’t want to kill you… Come back…”

"You have already destroyed the entire universe, what else do you want to destroy?" Onomamos stood solemnly with sword in hand, ready to fight alongside Guilliman.

Xalasi rushed forward before Angron.

The Great Daemon of Slaanesh had amazing close combat ability, and in the blink of an eye he knocked Guilliman back two steps. He then came in front of Onomamos, jumped up, and stabbed the old gladiator's chest with his sharp claws.

Oenomamos blocked with his sword, but the sharp claws did not land on his sword.

Look ahead again.

A Space Marine that had never been seen before, wearing gorgeous armor, stood in front of Xaraxi as if he had accidentally stopped while taking a walk, and easily blocked Xaraxi's sharp claws with his psychic barrier.

The real Qin Xia looked at Xia Laxi.

Two scarlet rays of light from the helmet fell on the demon, and the next second a psychic shock came, and the demon of Slaanesh was skinned and boned, and his bones were shattered, turning into particles that floated in the air.

"For the Emperor!"

Guilliman attacked Angron from behind Qin Xia.

Oenomamos rushed towards his former comrades.

Space Marines against Space Marines, mortals against mortals.

The situation became extremely chaotic.

The resonance of people's souls and spirits in the previous joyous ceremony broke through the already broken curtain of the real universe, and countless demons descended into the city of Desia.

Real creatures are powerless against demons in their prime.

However, this rupture in the fabric of reality is not just beneficial to demons.

A sun suddenly appeared outside the Nuceria sky.

Roars, screams, cries of agony...these sounds echoed throughout the planet of Nuceria.

The cold sun in the sky slowly rotated, and the angry, sad and distorted face on the back of the star gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Golden light descends.

The power of Slaanesh also surged in at the same time.

Finally, those uninvited guests who came out from underground were transferred in the golden light and came to the interior of the cold sun when they were about to be devoured by Slaanesh.

A path is formed inside the sun leading to a safe space, and people move along the path to their hiding place.

Qin Xia also followed him into the cold sun.

Guilliman took off his helmet, which exposed his chin, and looked at the man in gorgeous armor before him. He stretched out his hand and said, "I don't know who you are, but you should be the only rebel left in this universe."

Qin Xia did not take off his helmet and held Guilliman's hand: "Your universe is on the verge of destruction."

(End of this chapter)