Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 184: Civil and Military Achievements
9091 World War One Hour Later.

Tens of thousands of people were carried onto the Fortitude by transport planes.

The World Eaters, minus the 18th Company that Angron had sent out before, had nearly 150,000 men gathered in the Hall of Triumph. The hall of the Glorious Queen-class battleship HMS Resolute also reflected the huge size of this ship. With all the members of the legion gathered here, it was not crowded at all, and there was even room for more people.

The soldiers of the 9091th Legion, who had previously fought side by side with the more than soldiers of the th Legion on No. , stood at the forefront of all the fighting brothers.

These people bowed and respectfully met the Father of Genes.

Angron sat on the throne, sensing the thoughts of these returning sons and analyzing their psychology as if he were reading their minds.

As always, the XII Legionaries stayed close to their Primarch.

These descendants in front of them complained in their hearts about the slow strategy of the Shadow Lord Fal of the 19th Legion, but they were happy to be able to meet the Father of Genes.

These people didn't even know the name of the Gene Father, at least until Kiel went to 9091, but they felt happy and close to Angron just by sitting there and doing nothing.

Angron once discussed with Qin Xia why the people of the Twelfth Legion were particularly close to the Primarch.

The final conclusion is: this may be a manifestation of a psychic ability inherited by the Space Marines. Although this psychic ability is very weak, it cannot perceive the emotions of others, nor can it be enhanced to the point of mind reading like the original body, but it exists.

The same is true on another timeline that only Qin Xia knows.

Except for the 12th Legion, it is impossible for other legions to encounter a situation where, after the Primarch was branded with the Butcher's Nails and committed a series of absurd acts, not only did most of the legionnaires have no opinion of the Primarch, but they even wanted to brand themselves with the horrifying implant called the Butcher's Nails, in order to get close to the Primarch by making themselves endure the same torture as the Primarch.

"This is my father." Angron spoke the first words, looking at Qin Xia on his left. "He protected me until I grew up to be able to deal with crises. You can call him the Guide, the Lord of the White Knights."

"Guide." The warriors saluted, meeting for the first time the most important person in the eyes of the Primarch.

Even though Qin Xia looked like a space marine, he was different from everyone else present in that he was not wearing armor, only a robe.

Even though Qin Xia looked like a warrior, he did not hold any weapon, but only had a book hanging around his waist.

However, since the Primarch values ​​him, his descendants who see themselves as weapons and tools should also value him.

Qin Xia nodded in greeting.

Angron stood up again, baring his back to everyone, showing his scarlet Triumph Rope.

"This is the Rope of Triumph. You just won a victory, so you should also be engraved with this scar called the Rope of Triumph."

Angron then told the origin of the Rope of Triumph.

This is a project that Angron will do on the spot or afterwards every time a newcomer returns.

Show your rope of triumph.

This is one of Angron's prides.

Each bright red scar on the triumphal rope represents a victory in the arena with his father and brothers and sisters.

It means every grave-digging war against the High Knights and Guards after they fight their way out of the arena.

Meaning the transformation from slaves to free men that was accomplished for many people after each battle.

Also refers to the number of times slavery has been crushed since joining the Great Crusade.

"We shouldn't carve the rope of triumph, father." A centurion who has fought in the 9091 world until now spoke up.

Angron frowned. "Why? You just won a victory."

"Because this war has dragged on for too long." The centurion replied, "We saw your return in our dreams, but we don't know your name, and we don't know your dignity behind that blurry dream filter. The battle in that world is not difficult. We should have come to see you long ago."

"Damn Farr, with the command authority given by the Emperor, forbids us to take the initiative to promote the progress of the war."

"We just watched as a bunch of idiots carried out a senseless slaughter and set up corpse racks everywhere."

The centurion's reasons were full of accusations and anger against Farr.

However, like the legionnaires who had just returned, he did not think that there was anything morally wrong with Far's act of killing.

They just thought that if it were them, they would probably just massacre everyone all the way to the capital, and then massacre the people in the capital, completely eliminating the possibility of resistance from the locals, and the war would have ended a hundred fucking years earlier.

"You turned a blind eye to the slaughter of your own people. You should have been engraved with the Black Rope of Shame." Angron looked down at the newly returned sons. "But you have just returned, so you can still be engraved with the Rope of Triumph."

The centurion just took the opportunity to accuse Farr of his actions, not because he really didn't want to carve the rope of triumph.

They will not reject this way of inheriting the tradition of the Gene Father and getting close to the Gene Father.

As the newly returned descendants began carving the Rope of Triumph, Angron looked at Kiel and asked, "How is the 9091 world handled?"

"I will temporarily grant the ruling power to the original local ruler." Legion Commander Kiel replied after saluting, "This is a decision I made after carefully reviewing the situation in World 9091."

Kiel's actions undoubtedly made the war in the 9091 world meaningless.

The ruling power still belongs to the original local rulers. The local people sacrificed many lives, and finally got this result.

But Angron trusted Kiel's ability to handle the situation, so he listened in silence.

"The local rulers are quite prestigious, perhaps because of the local cultural traditions. When the capital is under attack, the death squads composed of members of the royal family will launch a suicidal first attack before the soldiers composed of the civilian class."

"They were happy to submit to the Empire in order to save more lives, but when Farr went down, he started slaughtering people indiscriminately, which angered them."

"I estimate that the 9091th Primarch, your brother, will soon begin the Great Crusade. The world is not far from Kiyaval. Your brother will definitely take over this world, and the Fal of the th Legion will also receive fair punishment from your brother."

"Since this world no longer belongs to us, it is more appropriate to maintain the original order there until Primarch No. 19 takes over. Otherwise, we will set sail soon, and eliminating the original ruler will only cause the planet to fall into a period of chaos."

Kiel methodically outlined the reasons for his decision.

Angron agreed after hearing this: "Well done." Kil held his head high with a slight smile on his face.

Qin Xia also agreed with Kiel's approach.

He felt that no matter what, Kiel, the legion commander who was born into a family of Terran military nobles, was more reasonable than Farr, who was born into a family of dryland tribal slave owners.

"Everyone, disperse now." Angron waved his hand. "We will soon begin the warp journey. Your legion commander will explain more to you later."

……

The World Eaters fleet once again leapt into the Warp and set out on its way to the Onus Sector.

All the Space Marines in the Triumph Hall dispersed, leaving only Qin Xia and Angron.

"It's a pity that there are no think tanks among those who returned this time." Angron walked out of the Triumphal Hall and turned to Qin Xia and said, "The total number of think tanks of the World Devourers is only more than 30, which is too small compared to the total number of 150,000 people in the Legion."

"This is normal. After all, the 12th Legion is hostile to psychics. Recruiting is the only way to attract more think tank members." Qin Xia thought as he walked.

It is not easy to recruit think tanks. If a psyker is unstable, it will be dangerous for him to be a space marine or even a cannon fodder.

Psychics like Caesar, who have a random chance of having their heads exploded when using their abilities, cannot be recruited into the legion.

But just take your time, Qin Xia thought. There are trillions of humans in such a vast galaxy, and even if there are only one stable psychic among a billion, there are still too many to count.

"There are very few psykers on Nuceria," Angron suddenly said. "Otherwise, we could at least add one or two."

"Nukeria is not far from Ultramar, and there are no subspace rifts or anything like that place. Besides, it is also possible that the Nukeria Entertainment Company did not want any psychics to be born, so they tampered with the genes." Qin Xia had already made a judgment on this.

When Angron heard his father talk about Ultramar, he remembered that it was a concept that would only exist in the future.

The Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, Guilliman's kingdom within a kingdom.

Qin Xia talked about Ultramar and always asked Angron to target Guilliman and create a Nuceria Five Hundred Worlds or something in the future.

Speaking of the future kingdom of his brother who was good at governing and ruling, whom he had never met, Angron remembered a related incident.

"Father, the Space Marine candidates sent from Nuceria before were not just winners of the Global Gladiator Tournament."

The Primarch suddenly stopped.

The dull stomping sound came to an abrupt end.

Qin Xia also stopped and nodded: "I know that he is an outstanding writer."

Long before leaving Nuceria, Angron established two methods for selecting Space Marines.

First, the outstanding gladiator teams in the global gladiatorial competitions who are willing to join the legion are all selected as those who are best at teamwork, value teamwork the most, are the bravest, and have the most exquisite fighting skills.

The second is the outstanding candidates selected from the written examination.

The latter were not trained as combat troops of the Legion, but rather as administrators of the worlds conquered by the Legion.

"Father, look."

Angron took out a piece of white paper and opened it for Qin Xia to see.

On the white paper was a new ribbon pattern that Angron had drawn himself.

The World Eaters' iconic bloody fangs were gnawing on something, but this time, what they were gnawing on were not chains that meant slavery nor the world, but some shabby-looking houses.

"Devour the Barren."

"This is an honorary award similar to the ribbon that represents devouring slavery."

"Those who excel in the literary examination will practice the management methods they learned in school after their transformation, and then manage a world as managers. If a world is poor and barren, if they change the poverty of that world, they will be rewarded with this ribbon."

Angron put away the paper and thought about his plans for the Legion.

The corridor was dark, with the portholes completely obscured by armored cladding, but Angron's eyes were bright enough to be seen clearly in the darkness.

"In the future, the Legion's honor system will be divided into two types: civil and military."

"If a Space Marine is a manager, then he does not need to fight to gain honor."

"I want to appoint Space Marines to govern my world, because they live longer, are more powerful, have no offspring, are close to me, and desire glory rather than material things."

After saying this, Angron looked at Qin Xia with his bright eyes, waiting for his father to comment on this.

"The Emperor hates this model of supermen governing mortals, but he is not always right." Qin Xia smiled, "Your brother Guilliman also hates this model of supermen governing mortals, but he will realize he is wrong after ten thousand years and transfer the ruling power from mortals to the four heroes he appointed."

Angron smiled and nodded in approval. He knew his father would agree and understand.

"But the empire will probably not tolerate this kind of thing." Qin Xia turned around and continued walking.

“There are many things they cannot tolerate.”

Angron hurried after him.

"Ordinary people will age quickly and become tired. This is the objective difference between ordinary people and us."

"I don't care about those big principles."

“I just care about whether ordinary people are doing well, and that we really have to find a way to replace it without AI.”

(End of this chapter)