Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 78: The Growth of the Primarch

When Brown left, Angron spoke out what he had been holding back: "Those slaves. Some of those slaves... I..."

The Primarch hesitated.

Qin Xia stopped and listened quietly.

"It's not an illusion. I can feel that something is wrong with some of them. The emotions of some of them show that they don't agree with us, and even hate us. Although we rescued them like other slaves, they are more firmly on the side of the slave owners. And they are planning to do something, but I can't figure it out." Angron sat on the side of the road, frowning and thinking about the emotions he felt, "Why are there so many slaves who oppose us? These people even give me the feeling that they are firmly on the side of the slave owners and are ready to fight against us."

"In a nutshell, it's species diversity." Qin Xia also sat down, put his hand on Angron's shoulder, and explained softly, "If you want to explain it in detail, it means that although some people are slaves, they can get benefits and status from the slave owners, so it's not surprising that they hate us."

Angron recalled the emotions he felt and nodded.

"What are you going to do?" Qin Xia asked.

Angron actually had a plan.

As he walked through the city, as he was around other people, he could sense that some people hated the gladiators who had come to the city, and were plotting against those who had freed them, or even other former slaves who had been freed. A crisis was brewing in the territory.

Among those people, some were more resolute and straightforward in their emotions: it didn't matter if they couldn't kill the gladiators, they would just kill others, and by killing others they would create a panic that would affect everyone, to punish them for their unforgivable disloyalty to their masters.

Angron felt that these people were like those gladiators who did not want to abide by the principle of not killing. Keeping them would only lead to the death of those he cared about, or bring huge troubles, turning everything the gladiators had risked their lives to achieve into ashes.

At that time, he thought of Qin Xia's previous teachings on emotions. He felt those emotions and determined which people were wavering and which were firm.

Then he thought of Qin Xia's way of dealing with the gladiators who opposed the principle of not killing, and came up with a solution.

“I know that others don’t have my ability to perceive emotions.” Angron scratched his head in annoyance. “Otherwise, there would be no need to explain anything. Others would be aware of the brewing crisis.”

Qin Xia nodded in approval and continued listening.

"Those who have been liberated don't know what I am capable of. If I accuse these people of mine, they may not believe me."

"And if I kill those people directly, I will be seen by others as a person who is as cruel to the enslaved people as the slave owners."

“So I came up with this idea.”

Angron drew a circle on the ground and explained in a low voice.

"The fortress is surrounded by a desert. We can find a reason to gather the people I mentioned, and then have them go outside to collect something. We can arrange a route for them to encounter worms, and then..."

Angron swallowed the rest of his words.

The young Primarch looked at Qin Xia with a questioning look.

It's not about asking if this is possible, but whether it should be done and whether it is shameful.

"Angron." Qin Xia stood up and looked at the seated Primarch. "You are growing very fast, faster than I expected."

The Primarch thought Qin Xia was talking about his physique: "I do seem to be a little taller... Some people think I am a freak. They think so in their hearts because a normal child should not be more than five meters tall."

"No, I'm not referring to your physique." Qin Xia patted Angron's head. "Although you have grown too fast by the standards of a Primarch, I'm talking about your growth in all aspects, not just your physical body."

Angron smiled happily when he heard this: "I have grown up!"

"Yes." Qin Xia nodded with a smile, "Whether it's your talent, will, thinking, or any other aspect, they have all grown."

Looking at the Primarch, Qin Xia once again marveled at how amazing the Emperor's genetically engineered creation was.

I don't know if it's because Angron is so special, or because Nuceria is so blessed with so many talented people, but Angron's body is growing very fast.

Qin Xia was originally worried that Angron might be a child with a body over five meters tall, but now it seems that there is no need to worry at all.

Angron's unique ability to perceive emotions is a double-edged sword. He will be tortured by this ability, just as he will feel excruciating pain every time he kills an enemy, but this gift will also sharpen his mind.

Plus, all Primarchs are good at learning.

“But…but isn’t my plan too cruel?” Angron suddenly asked.

"You are not a god, you cannot save everyone." Qin Xia shook his head gently and said softly, "You have to make a choice. When someone among the hundreds of thousands of people in this city is brewing a conspiracy and crisis, do you watch and do nothing, or do something to eliminate the crisis in the bud?"

"Didn't you give everyone a chance? Didn't we give everyone a chance?" "Those slaves were freed by us. They got the shelter, food and treatment they deserved. But some of them still wanted to rebel, not against the slave owners, but against us, just because they were mentally ill or because they benefited from the slave owners as running dogs and traitors."

"We have all given them a chance. If the people among them you mentioned are so unreasonable, whether they are hundreds or thousands, they must be dealt with accordingly."

Finally, Qin Xia took a deep breath, thought about it, and made a summary.

"We should be kind and humane, but kindness alone is not enough. Intelligent species are too complex. Sometimes you just need to use some drastic measures to save more people."

After hearing this, Angron closed his eyes and thought, analyzed, and understood.

If a normal child heard this sentence, it would be impossible for him to understand it, but the Original Being could. Not only did he understand it, he also combined these words with his own experiences and what he saw and heard to assist his understanding.

Finally, Angron nodded.

But Qin Xia saw that Angron had more than just one question that he wanted to find an answer to. He also had another question, which was that in the eyes of mortals, Angron was a freak, a freak who needed to be thanked, but a superman who was more than five meters tall could hardly not arouse fear in mortals.

Qin Xia could interpret this from the eyes of some liberated people.

"You are born different. Don't feel inferior or doubt yourself."

Qin Xia patted Angron's muscular body, motioning him to look at his own body.

"You can rip apart the outer shells of security omnics, even though they are not very strong to begin with."

"The bullets and blades that kill mortals cannot kill you."

"You can sense other people's emotions. No one's psychological changes can be hidden from you. You are not even a problem for you, even though others cannot solve these problems, such as sweet words and treacherous hearts, hypocrisy and betrayal."

"You can tell which one among tens of thousands of people needs your protection, which one can follow you to fight, and which one wants to betray you."

Qin Xia and the original body looked at each other.

A sincere speech, an attentive listening and understanding.

"These characteristics don't mean you're a freak, they're your abilities and your strengths."

"One day in the future, when there are no slave owners in Nuceria anymore, and you parade through the streets amid the cheers and deafening applause of the people, your uniqueness will tell the people what kind of extraordinary power you possess, and why they should believe that you can protect them and bring them light, so that the darkness of the past will no longer cover Nuceria."

Listen to this.

The Primarch slowly raised his head and looked towards the blue sky.

This fortress territory seemed to be divided into two parts.

On the side of the road, in front of the Primarch and Qin Xia, was a drainage ditch filled with the blood of the guards and nobles.

In the subjective perception of the original body, a clear boundary appeared above the drainage ditch.

Beyond the boundary, he, Angron, wore no armor, nor did he sit beside the filthy road that smelled of blood.

He wore a wreath of flowers on his head.

His body was wrapped in gorgeous clothes that exposed his back, and a triumphal rope with blood-red sections was displayed on his spine for people to see.

On both sides of the straight marble road were cheering people.

These people were once enslaved by slave owners, and even today their bodies bear traces of their brutal enslavement by their owners, but the people who created the traces are no longer with us.

The overwhelming cheers shook the Primarch's ears.

People cheered.

The cheers were louder than those from the audience in the arena, but the emotions contained in them were not those of curiosity or bloodthirstiness.

But gratitude and joy from the heart.

“If I could achieve all this,” Angron whispered softly, looking up and closing his eyes, “I would be willing to die.”

(End of this chapter)