Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 196 Unique Green Skin

"The greenskins are diving into this world like a school of fish."

"On our way here, there were even worlds that were being attacked by greenskins, but then the greenskins left."

"Although I'm only talking about a few cases, it shows that turning this world into a reservoir for greenskins does work."

Angron walked on the road to the underground headquarters, talking about what he saw and heard along the way.

Qin Xia was a little proud after hearing this: "Sure enough, my idea is useful."

Vulkan was not proud, but just breathed a sigh of relief.

Vulkan was concerned about the evacuation of mortals in the Onus Sector.

This world was built into a super-large WAAAGH star in the eyes of the greenskins, which attracted the greenskins to rush here. Although it made the world more critical, it at least played a great positive role in the evacuation of people in the star zone that had been attacked by the greenskins.

While Vulkan was rejoicing, the three had already entered the underground command center and walked down the stairs into the command room.

Brown, who was outside at this time, deployed a relic snatched from the High Knight.

This relic was connected to the holographic projection equipment in the command room, which then displayed the situation of the entire world and even the entire galaxy in an extremely intuitive way.

The huge space of the entire command room was directly replaced by the starry void.

Each world in the galaxy is presented at a fixed scale.

In front of the three people was an image of a planet of the same height as the Primitive. This planet was the war world where the three people were located.

Even the ships that were fighting in the void in the galaxy were presented, and the ships floated and swam around the three people like fish.

Everything was going well in the void battle. Angron looked down at the warships fighting in front of him and made an optimistic assessment.

Vulkan walked to the front of the war world and subconsciously moved closer, and then every corner of this world appeared in his eyes.

Including how many enemies exist in this world - 9929293912.

And where are these enemies - densely packed red marks on the surface and underground of the planet.

"Eye of Insight." Angron looked at everything in the command room and said the name of the ancient relic.

Vulkan did not know the situation of those ancient relics, and he deliberately did not try to find out, so as not to make his friendly forces think that he had any interest in those relics worthy of vigilance.

He thought that the ancient relics used by the team members brought by Qin Xia were all, but it was obviously not the case.

Brown had a trick up his sleeve.

As for the reason why Brown held back, Vulkan felt that he should not think about it.

"Billions of greenskins." Angron looked at the planet in front of him seriously. "It seems that there are still not enough greenskins here. Perhaps I should order the Legion fleet to avoid attacking greenskin transport ships as much as possible. After all, the larger the scale of the war in this world, the better it is for the entire star region."

Angron had not yet learned the details of why this world was used as a reservoir for greenskins, and why his adoptive father wore greenskin power armor, but he had already analyzed it.

The reason why he was able to analyze the situation was because of the experience he had accumulated from observing the behavior of the greenskins along the way, as well as his perception of Vulkan.

Angron knew a lot by his gift, without needing to be told much.

"The greenskins' technology will develop, and they may build transmission facilities." Qin Xia pointed to the planet's low-Earth orbit, "We'd better block the orbit. There's no need to leave channels for the greenskins to transport ships and troops."

"That's even better." Angron reached out and tapped the orbit. "The Nu Star Orbital Defense Platform is following the fleet all the time. The platform can launch devastating orbital strikes against the greenskins, which can create an amazing advantage for us."

Speaking of the defense platform, Qin Xia recalled the time when he bombed the fortress where the High Knight family was located in the middle and late stages of the City Devourer Uprising.

The defense platform's tools, originally used to sculpt the planet's terrain, are incredibly powerful.

"The number of greenskins is huge. The combined strength of the 18th and 12th Legions can only extend the defense time of this war world, allowing this greenskin reservoir to accumulate more greenskins who come here for its reputation." Angron pointed to the only fortress in the world, the fortress where he was now, "Wait for other brothers to arrive and then counterattack or even completely annihilate the greenskins in the entire star zone."

Vulkan thought the same thing and nodded silently.

"You two legion masters can handle the command matters." Qin Xia looked down at the greenskin power armor on his body, "I will continue to play my role as the greenskin butcher and attract more warriors to lead the greenskins into this world."

Angron agreed. After all, the reason why this world became a reservoir for greenskins was because the greenskins who attacked the Onus sector did whatever they wanted, but it was also related to the reputation of the greenskin butchers.

Challenging the Greenskin Butcher is too tempting for the powerful and dominant individuals among the Greenskins.

Vulkan naturally had the same idea, but now that he had some free time, he could speak frankly about his concerns: "The greenskins will evolve into powerful individuals during the war, and the greenskins in this world will also evolve. Perhaps a super greenskin will eventually evolve during the war."

"There are gains and losses." Qin Xia realized that this was a matter of raising insects. "We relieved the pressure on other parts of the Onus star region by building the greenskin reservoir. The side effect of this is that extremely powerful greenskins will be born in this world."

Qin Xia looked at Vulkan and Angron, and continued, "But it doesn't matter. Even if the other Primarchs don't come, we have two Primarchs and a powerful psyker. I also have a powerful Soulless trump card, which is enough to handle it."

Vulkan did not object to Qin Xia's optimism. He just told everyone what might happen so that everyone could prepare in advance.

"Here." Qin Xia suddenly took off the ring on her hand and handed it to Angron.

When Qin Xia made a move to take off the ring, the ring detached from his middle finger, penetrated the armor and fell into his hand.

That was the ring used by Tark, which had many amazing functions.

Build makeshift war machines from any material and expand your home like magic.

Scientists on Nuceria once analyzed this ring and made an inference about its abilities: all the abilities of the ring are essentially the manipulation of atoms and molecules, but this ring is like a preset program that allows the user to manipulate atoms and molecules in a certain way.

"Now that there are more people, the fortress should be expanded." Angron took the ring and put it on his hand.

Just like the prosthetic arm used by Yochula, this ring also has adaptive functions. When Angron took the ring, it naturally and smoothly grew larger, allowing him to put it on his hand.

Many high knight equipment has similar adaptive functions, which shows that this function, which seems incredible to modern people, was extremely popular in ancient times. "That's it, I'm leaving." Qin Xia nodded sharply, and then the helmet was activated by this action, and the helmet that looked like a large orc head closed automatically.

“Be safe,” Angron said.

"Nothing on this planet is safer than inside the anti-greenskin armor." Qin Xia's voice came out from the helmet and was processed by the built-in loudspeaker in the armor, making it sound like the greenskin speaking.

……

"I had a bloody fight with the butcher."

"The butcher hit me on the back with his axe, and I turned around and punched him in the head."

"And guess what? My fists had no effect at all. The butcher punched me back, and my big nose was bleeding."

Somewhere in a tribe.

Gusa was surrounded by all the greenskins. He stood on a platform built by the fart elves and told the story of the greenskin butcher to his fellow creatures in a vivid way.

Having spoken at this point, Gusa paused, turned around, and showed his tall and strong back to the other animals.

A wound deep enough to reveal the bone was clearly visible.

The greenskins gasped and began to whisper.

The warrior of the tribe sat on a throne made of farts, whispering to the old guard members on both sides: "I think that green-skinned butcher is too awesome."

"I think so too." The bosses nodded continuously.

The general turned his gaze back to Gusa on the stage, expecting him to continue his story.

But Gusa did not continue speaking. Instead, he turned his head and stared at the wound on his back in a daze.

The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and it seemed to become a path, carrying Gusa's consciousness deep into the night when the wound was created.

That was on the way to this tribe.

Gusa still remembers the feeling of hunger. He hid in the dark and stared at a greenskin patrol and the supplies they carried.

Then there was a fight, and then Gusa was hit hard on the back with a machete by a boss.

"Keep talking! I want to listen!" The general roared, raised his hand and kept slapping the bald head of the green-skinned boss next to him, making noises.

Gusa's attention was forced to be pulled away from his memory, and he continued to narrate: "I was beaten unconscious by the butcher. When I woke up, I saw the butcher sitting in front of me, lighting a bonfire, and roasting the food that the shrimp race eats on the bonfire."

"I was about to pick up my machete and fight the butcher, but the butcher raised his armored claws... well... I remember telling you about the butcher's armor."

"Anyway, he got my big thick neck like it was a fart."

"Then, the butcher said: I remember you, you are the greenskin who often challenges me. I won't kill you because you are a good fighter, but you have to tell my story."

Speaking of this, Gusa held his head high with a proud expression on his face.

Hearing what Gusa said, the greenskins present all looked at him with reverence.

The atmosphere was surprisingly good, and Gusa was a little bit unbelievable at the admiring looks from his peers.

In the last tribe destroyed by the greenskin butcher, it had not been treated like this, and the beasts would not believe all the stories it told.

possible……

Maybe it’s because his story has become widely known to the beasts... Gusa thought.

"So...so..." The general raised his hand and scratched his scalp, saying impatiently, "So you survived, just like the legends of other tribes, you, you survived the butcher, and then told us these nice stories... huh? If I were you, I would sneak attack him and fight him to death... huh...that's what I want."

Gusa looked at the general and read a hint of contempt and disdain in the words of the beast in front of him.

The general looked straight at Gusa, sizing the beast up and down, wondering why the beast could always survive the butcher's axe. Finally, he felt that Gusa might indeed be gifted, after all, beasts of such a large size were rare.

"A head-on confrontation is useless." Gusa paced slowly on the stage, speaking in a sonorous voice, "No one can defeat the butcher, no matter who it is, even... even that super-large WAAAGH beast!"

As he spoke, Gusa raised his hand and pointed to his head: "You have to use your brain... I am not only smarter than you guys with brains as big as farts, I am also smarter than you!"

Gusa said this with unusual confidence and honesty.

Because it's true.

There are two things that Gusa is most proud of.

First, it has survived the Greenskin Butcher many times and has fought against him.

Second, it can often stir up conflicts and cover up the truth through words in Sava's tribe, the tribe of the original owner of the green-skinned butcher's battle axe.

His eloquence is the skill that Gusa relies on most.

"Use your brain?" The general stood up angrily and walked to the stage. "The result of using your brain is you. It's... it's the same as you. I always get defeated, you idiot... I wonder who among the shrimp race is not smarter than you?"

Gusa remained silent, looking at the general straight in the eye.

The general looked straight at Gusa.

The two beasts confronted each other.

(End of this chapter)