Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 648 Real Crisis
"This is the Infinite City Council."

The caster flicked his fingers lightly, and the road in front of him turned into the road leading to the core area of ​​the Infinite City.

This is not about teleporting the two people to a certain road, but about twisting the structure of the Infinite City.

Apparently, the Forger has the physical power to warp reality.

"I haven't even established a ruling system for the Infinite City."

“Because they can do it for you.”

The caster looked towards the white hall at the end of the passage.

The hall is extremely large, large enough to accommodate a Glorious Queen-class battleship.

But under the influence of special scientific and technological means, everyone in it can see everyone everywhere at close range, and can hear the words of others as if they were speaking in their ears.

A huge flag was hung high on the north wall of the parliament hall.

The two-headed eagle of the human empire, the gears of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Eye of Asuryan of the Eldar, the metal skull of the Necrons...

There are hundreds of thousands of seats in parliament, and all seats revolve around core seats, which are the seats for members of parliament.

There are one thousand seats in the House of Representatives.

Five Horus, three Angron, and twelve Sanguinius, sitting under a huge banner representing humanity.

The parliamentarians of other races also gathered in groups of three or five to discuss matters with the humans.

"They will decide the specific ruling plan for the Infinite City," the Forger introduced, "as well as what to do with other real universes."

"How many living beings are there on this planet besides the Primarch? How many mortals who have lost their homeland?" Qin Xia asked curiously.

"Guilliman can't count."

"It's impossible to count? How big must the planet where the Infinite City is located be?"

"It's impossible to count them either. Thanks to the power of the Star God's space laws, this planet named as a city can accommodate countless people."

"Then the expansion of the city and...oh, it should be the responsibility of Perturabo and others."

"Yes, the construction committee formed by Perturabo is responsible for the expansion of the city, the use of new technologies, and the production of armaments."

"..."

The discussion between the two was interrupted by the speech of a councillor, Horus.

"One of the only two original universes, Original Universe No. 2, is facing a crisis of extinction."

Hearing this, Qin Xia became nervous.

But the Caster said, "That is my reality."

"The more powerful Tyranids have exterminated their cousins ​​and begun to march towards the Milky Way. We need to decide whether to interfere with what happens in that primordial universe." Horus' voice resounded throughout the council hall.

"What do you mean by cousins ​​of the Tyranids? What the hell?" Qin Xia was extremely puzzled.

"That's a more powerful species of Tyranids."

The Caster spoke in a low voice.

"The reason why the Tyranids, who are larger than the entire galaxy, keep migrating is because they are fleeing, fleeing from their cousins."

"Their cousins ​​are a non-predatory species of insects."

"After attacking a star system, this form of Tyranids will not just sweep away all the biomass in the star system and then run away like a robber. They will even build up the place they have conquered."

"They have evolved a new method of production. They will use a kind of bugs that can fuse with each other to wrap around the star at a safe distance until the star becomes something that looks like a purple heart. Then the heat and energy of the star will be absorbed and converted, and used to build other planets. The bugs will then grow from other planets."

"Thanks to the development of productivity, the Zerg Tyrant, a combat unit with such strength and size, is just the most common infantry combat unit among the Tyranids."

After listening to what the creator said in shock, Qin Xia uttered silently: WTF!

It turns out that this is the reason why the Tyranids keep preying and migrating... This is not much different from the evolutionary path of humans, a non-hive-conscious race.

"I can only say that reality crises do not always come from the Warp." The Forger sighed, "But fortunately in your reality, the Tyranids were not attracted by the bright light when the Pharos Lighthouse was destroyed."

During the conversation, the Infinite City Council completed its discussion.

They believed that interfering with the development of the original real universe was dangerous, but they had to interfere, so they sent some special personnel to provide help in secret. Anyway, the military strength of that real universe was quite outrageous, so they were not really facing a life-and-death crisis.

The Forger doesn't seem to be planning on returning to his own universe to help. But maybe it just seems that way...

After a brief contemplation, the Caster took Qin Xia to the last place in the Infinite City - the naval port.

……

Countless giant warships are docked in the magnificent starport near the Infinite City.

The army is gathering to board the ship.

Ryan, who had met Qin Xia before, was now standing in front of all the senior army officers to conduct pre-war mobilization.

He was a deputy general, and the white-haired old Ryan beside him was the coach.

"The Council's order has been issued. We will march to the real universe No. 939111009, rescue the last surviving real creatures in the universe, and bring them here."

"And the Emperor of that universe will be subsumed into the Cold Sun."

"For the real universe! For the Infinite City! For the Road to God-Slaying!"

Ryan High's roar echoed throughout the Army assembly platform at the naval port.

In front of Ryan were senior military officers from multiple races.

The most eye-catching among them is the officer corps composed of the Primarchs.

Guilliman, Lion, Angron, Perturabo... Anyway, all the Primarchs who Qin Xia remembered liking or disliking war appeared here.

"Guilliman, who did not land on Ultramar, but on a martial planet."

The Caster spoke.

"He was nailed, but because the gladiator didn't die, he was controlled by his gladiator brothers and sisters and didn't betray Angron."

"Perturabo fell on Nuceria."

"Anyway, the Primarchs are extremely susceptible to the influence of childhood. Those Primarchs who become warlike and bloodthirsty due to the influence of childhood will become members of the Infinite City Army."

After listening to what the caster said, Qin Xia was silent for a while.

I thought this infinite city was really special.

I originally thought that even if those destroyed real universes were completely destroyed, if I did not interfere, the fate of all the people in them would be destruction.

Finally there is a great place called Infinite City.

"I have two Primarchs here." Qin Xia took out the pocket universe, "They come from another real universe. In that real universe, Angron became the source of destruction."

The Forger took over the pocket universe, took out an Eldar device to connect to it, and then transferred Magnus, Guilliman and all the Lost Ones out.

"Angron, who didn't hammer in the nails but betrayed us, is very scary." The Forger said solemnly, "They can use the power of emotional resonance to tear apart reality... Nuceria is a shithole world after all, and not all Angrons have a foster father like you... Oenomamos is an extremely kind person, but he will die because of his kindness."

It was hard for Qin Xia not to agree.

"If I can't bring you here in the future, can you find the Infinite City by yourself?" asked the Caster.

"Of course, I'm not a child. Besides, I feel more comfortable in the warp. I can come here whenever I want."

"That's good." The Forger nodded. "I'm going to the Realm of Nurgle to slay demons. See you later."

After the Caster turned around, Qin Xia suddenly asked, "What's your name? I don't mean the Caster name."

"A name represents the past." The Forger looked back. "I used to be an ordinary person. Then I became a leader. Later, I was a person who kept slaughtering demons in the warp. The past represented by the name means little to me... I can always quickly adapt to a new environment, new identity, and new goals."

As he spoke, the caster took out a scepter from somewhere. Above the scepter, a double-headed eagle decoration slowly twisted, and a burnt notebook appeared in front of Qin Xia.

"I wanted to find a chance to repair it, to repair this part of my past, but I haven't done it until now."

"The past is not important to me. It only slows down my sword swing and makes me feel negative about what I am doing now."

Qin Xia savored these words, then remained silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and used his psychic power to restore the notebook.

"Even if it's just a collectible." Qin Xia shrugged, "The past will remind us of one thing... We were once mortals."

The forger looked at the notebook, reached out to pick it up, thought about it, and put it behind his armor.

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)