Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 148 Tom Cat Theory

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The Emperor has arrived.

As the Emperor's Vision slowly entered the Novsendak system, the fleets of the Iron Warriors and World Eaters immediately followed behind the flagship of the Lord of Mankind.

Whether it was Angron or Perturabo, whether it was the Iron Warriors or the higher-ups of the World Eaters, no matter what conflicts they had among themselves, they all waited for the Emperor in the most magnificent defenses on the planet.

In the War Hall, the seat that once belonged to Perturabo now belonged to the Emperor.

When everyone stood before the Emperor, or were distributed around the defense line watching the golden light shining in the war hall, they were still immersed in surprise and astonishment.

The emperor came too suddenly, no one expected it, and no one was prepared in advance.

When everyone realized that the Emperor had arrived, he was already sitting on the throne in the hall.

The one called the Emperor looks down upon everyone.

His body was tall and strong, much taller than the Primarch, but the throne, which was designed to fit only Perturabo's body, perfectly supported his body.

"The war is over here."

The emperor did not speak, but his voice reached everyone's ears.

Angron stood before the Emperor, gazing upon him.

He sensed joy and desire from Perturabo, who bowed beside him.

Perturabo longed for the Emperor to praise his achievements and recognize his deeds.

"well done."

said the Emperor.

"Angron."

"You helped your brother end a war that shouldn't have lasted so long."

"very good."

Angron tilted his head slightly when he heard this.

He sensed dissatisfaction from Perturabo.

Angron cast a puzzled look at Qin Xia beside him.

Qin Xia shrugged.

Angron looked at the Emperor, sensing the Emperor.

He thought that the Emperor's failure to praise Perturabo was some kind of suppression, or a balancing act to create conflict between him and Perturabo.

But it's not.

The Emperor had no other thoughts but to praise him, Angron, and not Perturabo.

Even the emperor himself didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Angron frowned.

Qin Xia has no perception ability, but he has the same understanding as Angron.

He knew that the Emperor was not trying to play any balancing act.

It is not enough for a Primarch who lives with the Emperor to just do his work.

Not only must the emperor see it, but he must also hear it. You must also make some noise and express your dissatisfaction appropriately. Only then can the emperor praise you and give you more benefits.

The Emperor is like Tom the Cat, juggling many instruments.

He didn't care about all the "instruments". He would only rush over to play the instrument when it was time to "sound".

"The shadow is gone." The emperor suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.

Perturabo grew even angrier and more dissatisfied.

Because he never left windows in fortresses or warships, he deliberately left a window for the Emperor to look out, just to make the Emperor more comfortable, but the Emperor did not express anything.

The Iron Warriors have been fighting a bloody battle with that damn alien race in this galaxy until now, and have avenged the humans who were usurped and eaten by the alien race, but the Emperor didn't even give the Iron Warriors a word of praise.

Perturabo's fists hardened.

"That psychic shadow was created by the alien race's chief biological being. We killed it, but that was all we killed," Angron said. "The ones who have fought in this system till now are the Iron Warriors, Perturabo, my fourth brother. Without them, the XII Legion would still be fighting on Novsendak I."

Angron sensed Perturabo's gratitude at this.

But Perturabo glanced at Angron with dissatisfaction and said in a deep voice: "The Fourth Legion has only done its job, that's all."

Oh, that's right, the Emperor thought.

He said, "You did well, too, Perturabo."

Perturabo's dissatisfaction vanished, and he glanced at Angron again, with a slight smile of satisfaction and gratitude on his face.

This was the first time Angron saw a smile on Perturabo's face, which seemed to show deep hatred and bitterness.

The emperor stood up, walked to the window, and raised his hand gently.

The shadow that had obscured psychic perception was long gone, and entire planets and galaxies were sensed by the Emperor and permeated by the psychic energy he wielded.

The Emperor began to harness his psychic powers.

The psychic energy that infiltrated the real universe began to converge towards him.

Qin Xia discovered that his spiritual energy was also being extracted by the Emperor, but when he didn't want it to be extracted, his spiritual energy remained in his body.

The emperor noticed something, turned his head, and his golden pupils locked on Qin Xia.

But he said nothing, just clenched his fists lightly.

The countless alien insects that were still remaining on Novsendak V and were in chaos were set on fire from the inside out.

The aliens on the entire planet surrendered to his golden light, kneeling on the ground as if imitating the kneeling posture of humans, screaming as they were burned to ashes.

An unnatural gale swept through, sweeping the ashes from the entire planet out of the surface.

"A clear planet." The Emperor turned around. "Without the taint of aliens, it will become a beautiful world waiting for human exploration."

After saying this, the emperor waved his hand and signaled everyone to leave.

Everyone walked out, but Angron stood still.

Angron stood in the hall, psionically bound, as if by the Emperor's hands on his shoulders.

When Qin Xia wanted to stay with Angron, he realized what was happening and stopped, only to find himself outside.

The gates slammed shut.

"It looks like the Legion is going to get some glory." Kiel said with a smile.

Qin Xia nodded and looked at Perturabo.

The Primarch of the Fourth Legion was sitting on the steps, surrounded by his sons, looking worried and thoughtful.

A moment later, Angron came out, holding a book without a title or name.

"What did he say?" Qin Xia stepped forward and asked.

"He said that the Fourth Legion will set up an outpost in this galaxy and then leave for the next place where they will be needed to fight a siege. The Twelfth Legion also has a mission, and he asked me if I would accept it." Angron said as he handed the book in his hand to Qin Xia.

"This is for you."

"He said that this book was made by him. It doesn't record anything, but it can record the psychic spells cast by the user."

"Take out this book at any time and flip through the pages randomly, and he will show you the psychic spell that is most suitable for the current situation."

Listening to what Angron said, Qin Xia took the book and turned the pages, only to find that there was nothing inside.

And when he released his psychic vision, the content of the first page of the book appeared.

The release and invocation of psychic vision is shown above.

"Okay." Qin Xia hung the book around his waist.

“He said he wrote it himself.” Angron frowned. “But I don’t think so. The book is too plain.”

Qin Xia thought about it and felt that it was really possible that the emperor himself did it.

This book does look simple, but the problem is that the emperor is not some super-powerful paper-making immortal.

I guess I just found some paper, bound it by hand, and then made it by myself.

"What mission does he want you to accept?" Qin Xia asked.

"Go to a distant place and find a brother." Angron tapped his temple, recalling, "We fight first, and then he will come later. If I accept, but I think there is nothing unacceptable, and I also want to meet a normal brother, so I agreed."

"Besides, I also want to meet a normal brother."

As he spoke these words, Perturabo glanced toward Angron, then backed away and lowered his head, looking unhappy.

Qin Xia thought about it.

Find the original body...

The Emperor obviously did not say which Primarch he wanted Angron to retrieve, but there was only one answer.

There is an order to the retrieval of the original body.

Angron was the second to last Primarch to be recovered, and the first to last Primarch to be recovered was the Nineteenth.

This Primarch was named Corax.

The amniotic fluid tank of the 19th Primarch Corax, like those of other Primarchs, was launched by Elda and landed in a place called Lessaeus in the galaxy.

Lessaeus is a satellite that houses a group of workers who have been oppressed for generations.

The workers raised Corax.

The name Corax was given by the locals, just like the other Primarchs.

Thinking of this, Qin Xia speculated that Corax was probably still planning to lead the workers to rebel against the management.

He was as much a rebel as Angron was now.

There is no doubt that the two will have a lot in common.

"Well, I think you should go too." Qin Xia nodded, "Your brother is called Corax, he is very different from Perturabo."

Perturabo, who was listening at a distance, glanced at Qin Xia.

Angron nodded. “As long as he is normal.”

While Angron and Qin Xia were talking, Kil had already planned a series of things.

Such as gathering, sorting out items and returning to the fleet, clearing the defense line on the ancient building complex, leaving it for the subsequent Nuceria people to come and dig for crystals.

After the plan was completed, Kiel said to the Primarch: "We need at least half a month to prepare."

"Half a month is nothing. We still need to check to see if all the dangerous aliens on this planet are dead," Angron said.

Kiel realised instantly that his Primarch did not particularly trust the Emperor.

The Emperor has killed all the aliens, but the Primarch thinks they should be checked again... But since it is the Primarch's idea, just do it.

"Yes." Kil saluted and immediately turned around to leave to arrange this series of things.

Angron and Qin Xia also walked towards the aircraft.

The two talked about other things.

"The fleet has begun loading heavy armored vehicles and gunboats."

"We will encounter members of the First Legion and its primarch as we sail."

"Those weapons will be delivered to them."

Angron said.

"Then we should fight our way to where my brother, Corax, is."

"If he's in any trouble, I think we should help."

When Angron said that they should help, Qin Xia agreed wholeheartedly.

"This can be considered a form of diplomacy," Qin Xia said. "When Corax returns, the 19th Legion will become a legion that excels at stealth operations. If we encounter a powerful enemy in the future and need to join forces in a war, it will be much easier with their participation."

But Qin Xia had something he was worried about.

That is the First Legion, and the First Primarch.

That fellow named Lion El'Jonson is not easy to deal with.

Qin Xia recalled the era in which he came to this universe, the end of the 42nd millennium.

At that time, not only Guilliman returned, but Lion also returned.

Qin Xia even met Ryan when the White Scars and the Dark Angels were in joint action.

Ryan had a full beard and looked very old with his white hair.

He does things neither too fast nor too slow, and is very organized.

Sometimes the White Scars would make mistakes, but Ryan would not blame them, but would give them some encouragement.

But in this era, Lion El'Jonson in the 30th millennium is not as normal as he will be later.

Ryan is now a very grumpy old man, a ferocious lion, just like his name - the Lion King.

But Ryan is not as difficult to deal with as Perturabo after all. He is not as twisted as Perturabo. In fact, if he can get his recognition, he will be a very good person.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to provide transport vehicles to the First Legion, it is necessary and absolutely feasible to do some diplomacy with the First Legion.

"It seems I have to teach you how to pet a cat." Qin Xia said with a smile.

"Petting a cat?" Angron was stunned.

"They are cats. Lions are also cats." Qin Xia said, "Don't worry. Learn slowly on the way."

Hearing his adoptive father mention the words "on the way", Angron recalled what he had just heard from the Emperor: "It seems that a reporter will be sent to follow us and record our battles and actions."

"War correspondent?" Qin Xia thought thoughtfully, "No matter who comes, don't take him seriously. They are just bystanders and recorders."

“I hope it’s not a weirdo.” Angron spread his hands. “I’m tired of weirdos.”

(End of this chapter)