Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 259 Star Harbor Faith
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A whole week passed.

The fleets of the 4th and 12th Legions broke away from the warp and entered the real universe, receiving supplies in a large and prosperous Imperial system.

Qin Xia was on the command deck, observing the situation in the entire galaxy with the two Primarchs.

There is a star port in the galaxy. If the size of that star port is placed in the solar system, it will be larger than a giant planet like Jupiter.

That is obviously not a giant engineering wonder built after the establishment of the human empire. The engineering of the human empire is not even enough to maintain it now, so this is a starport born in ancient times.

The giant star port revolves around the star, and its surface sparkles under the star's light. No one knows how it absorbs energy, nor does anyone know how it stores and utilizes that energy.

People only know that this star port exists near a star and revolves around it, never stopping for millennium after millennium.

"That is a giant project built during the heyday of humanity." Brown entered the command deck and walked to Qin Xia and the two primarchs.

The stone man's eyes were shining and his face was full of pride.

He was the only one in his day who knew where this engineering marvel came from.

"Born in the Dark Age of Technology?" Perturabo said with disdain. "As far as I know, it was a chaotic era. Humans treated humans as playthings and used all kinds of genetic technology and supernatural technology to play with their own compatriots. Otherwise, where did the subhumans we see now come from?"

"No matter what era it is, there are always some dark corners." Brown responded calmly, "A little bit of darkness cannot cover up the glory of an era. Just like now, the Human Empire is galloping across the starry sea, recovering everything that the human race has lost, but this Human Empire still has a dark side. Do you want people in the future to call this era the Dark Empire Era?"

“What do you know? You keep talking about eras and glory, as if you have really experienced those ancient times.” Perturabo frowned.

Hearing these words, Angron and Qin Xia looked at Brown at the same time, thinking that this guy had really experienced that era.

"Maybe I didn't live through that era, but it's still the golden age in my mind," Brown said.

The stone man corrected Perturabo's reference to that heyday of humanity.

golden age.

The Dark Age of Technology.

These are the names that later generations have given to humanity’s former peak period.

Qin Xia had heard of both of these names. He knew that some people called that era the Golden Age. For example, a Mechanicus who had seen ancient artificial intelligence in later generations had explicitly used the term the Golden Age.

Some people also call that era the Dark Ages of Technology, meaning the unbridled abuse of technology.

In any case, that was a beautiful prosperity that was lost.

How humans call that era depends entirely on the stance of future generations. There is no point in dwelling on this matter.

"We all know how powerful the things left over from the peak era of humanity are, just like this star port in front of us." Brown looked at Qin Xia and said, as if asking Qin Xia to agree.

Qin Xia rolled her eyes at Brown and turned away.

Brown knew that Qin Xia was still angry about the fact that he had lost 1.2 billion yuan. He originally wanted to explain to Qin Xia some of the rules that humans had formulated when applying artificial intelligence during the golden age.

For example, if an iron man or a stone man makes a mistake while clearly having a service object, it is the responsibility of the service object.

If you mess up something, you should know that as server providers, stone men and iron men are not omnipotent.

But after thinking about it, Brown decided not to say it and instead use the time to think about how to avoid this situation again next time.

"We are about to enter the port." Angron raised his hand and pointed to the starport.

With the permission of the local galaxy administrators, the two legion fleets immediately headed towards the star port and then docked in the star port.

Fortunately, the people in this galaxy have a religion, a religion that worships the Star Port. It is precisely because this religion has passed on the knowledge of using the Star Port to generation after generation that this Star Port eventually did not become a giant space obstacle that no one can control.

The star port accommodated two entire armies. Obviously, this star port was not as big as it looked from the outside, and its internal space was even larger.

It has been many, many years since mankind reached its heyday, but the interior of this star port is not that shabby.

The reason is already before everyone.

"How can religion be called religion again? What a bunch of ignorant fools." Perturabo cursed angrily.

As the battleship slowly entered the berth inside the star port, the people standing in front of the suspended windows could see some people in black clothes on the huge building structures on both sides that were like cliffs and valleys. These people were as small as ants, crawling up and down the huge zinc bar structure.

Under the guidance and command of priests carrying incense burners, those dressed in black religious clothing clean and maintain the areas under their charge.

The action was extremely pious.

It's like worshiping.

These people would never allow any filthy dust to taint even a single corner of the sacred creation for which they were responsible.

“This starport… The descendants of humans actually worship the things made by their ancestors as if they were creations of gods!” Brown leaned close to the porthole, his expression too complicated to describe. “No, no, no… How did it become like this…”

Everyone was speechless.

"This star port was originally supposed to serve the current human race."

"Just like everything that human ancestors have ever created, as long as it remains today, it should serve humanity."

Brown lowered his head and murmured.

"These are not generous gifts from the gods, but rather something like a legacy left by our ancestors. Humans today should use them with a clear conscience, rather than worshipping them as creations of the gods."

"..." When Brown said this, Perturabo nodded slightly.

The Lord of Steel quite likes this guy. Although it can be felt from his words that Brown said those things not because he thinks these people are stupid, but Brown definitely has one thing in common with him, which is that he thinks these people are pathetic.

Angron could sense the emotions of the people in the starport and their inner thoughts about the starport.

And there was only sympathy in his heart.

The people in this galaxy have no idea that this star port was built by human ancestors. They think it is a gift from God to everyone in this galaxy.

In fact, this can indeed be called a gift.

Because of the existence of this star port, the Human Empire is strictly prohibited from using any warships and weapons when attacking here, and is strictly prohibited from killing any locals. At the same time, an unlimited supply of materials is used to ensure that everyone in this galaxy can live a good life, because the Human Empire urgently needs this giant star port to belong to the Human Empire immediately and be put into use right away.

Once upon a time, members of the Mechanicus came here to spread the faith of the God of Machines, and then angered the locals.

The way this matter was handled was that the Human Empire and the Mechanicus ordered the execution of those Mechanicus members who provoked the conflict to quell the anger of the locals, thus avoiding the destruction of certain important functions of the star port before the Empire fully understood how to control and use the star port.

Because of this star port, the locals have the right to negotiate.

But Angron also sensed that the people here did not seem to be very opposed to the Mechanicus' beliefs. Some of the new personnel did not say it on the surface, but in their hearts they felt that the beliefs here seemed to be exactly the same as those of the Mechanicus. If there was no omnipotent God of All Machines, how to explain the creation of this starport?

But he doesn't need to worry about the things here, everything here is still fine.

"Your Highness." Salin walked behind Angron and reported, "A warship from the 15th Legion has requested to communicate with us."

After hearing this report, Perturabo and Qin Xia turned around at the same time and looked at Salin in confusion.

Prospero is too far away from here, and not all members of the Fifteenth Legion participated in the previous war. How could there be people from the Fifteenth Legion here?
But Angron had a calm expression, he had already sensed the presence of those people.

"Connect the communication," Angron ordered.

The communication was connected immediately.

The communication images that appeared in front of everyone showed two soldiers of the 15th Legion, Avida and Asar.

After the war, the two immediately boarded the battleship and returned to Prospero, the home planet of the 15th Legion.

Their actions were so swift that they left a ruthless impression on others, because without even saying a word, they left the people of the Twelve Legions, with whom they had once fought side by side, and slipped away like the wind.

"What's the matter?" Angron asked the two.

Avida first glanced at Qin Xia, then at Angron: "We are in some trouble... Asar is not in good condition now, he needs help, but Prospero is too far away from here..."

At this point everyone understood what Avida was thinking, which was to bring his best friend and superior to the 12th Legion for treatment.

"Come immediately." Angron agreed without hesitation, and then ordered Salin, "Don't waste any time, save all procedures, and let them come to my warship immediately. Then notify the pharmacist and let them get ready."

Salin bowed and accepted the order, then went to make the arrangements.

Communication ends.

Qin Xia frowned and thought about what happened before. Ever since his wandering in the subspace, Asar has been depressed and listless. He had run into him twice, and every time he saw him, he felt that he needed kidney treasure.

However, due to the unpredictable characteristics of the subspace, Qin Xia couldn't figure out Asar's situation. He didn't know whether he was suddenly undergoing flesh and blood mutations, or whether he had suffered psychological and spiritual trauma from almost losing control of his psychic power in the subspace before.

"I'll go take a look." Qin Xia immediately walked out of the command deck.

Angron followed.

Perturabo lowered his head to think for a moment, then quickly followed.

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In the corridor.

Angron, Qin Xia, and Perturabo met Arvida and Asar who entered the Resolute Resolve.

The two people supported each other and moved forward slowly.

Avida looked normal, wearing the iconic red armor of the Fifteenth Legion with his head exposed. He looked at Asar with a nervous expression and stretched out his arm to support him.

Compared to Avida, Asar looked a little off.

The whole person was wrapped in a black robe, with his face not showing. His sturdy body was hunched over, and he looked like an old Space Marine.

Qin Xia used his psychic vision to take a look and found that Asar's left hand was shaking constantly, and one of his fingers had begun to grow something similar to a feather.

Flesh and blood mutation.

Qin Xia realized.

This is the gene-seed mutation of the Fifteenth Legion, and it is a curse hanging over the heads of all the men in the Fifteenth Legion.

"Let's go to the White Knight." Qin Xia suddenly said, "Don't go to the medical room."

Angron wanted to send the two of them directly to the medical room to be treated by professional pharmacists, so he subconsciously wanted to ask why, but he read gratitude, relief, and approval from Avida's heart.

Neither Avida nor Asar wanted to go to the pharmacist.

“To the White Knight,” Angron agreed.

(End of this chapter)