Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 290 Nobles and Rebels

A transport plane, emblazoned with gold rims and laurel wreaths and the emblem of the Ultramarines Legion, dived into the atmosphere.

In front of the transport plane was the grand welcome ceremony that was about to begin on the surface, and behind it was the majestic outline of the giant ship, Macragge's Glory.

Civilization and prosperity are the external characteristics of the Thirteenth Legion. They look gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as the Emperor's Children Legion. They have a feeling of "civilized decent people".

The transport plane slowly landed on the designated apron in the square.

The hatch dropped quickly.

The sound of orderly footsteps came from the cabin door.

Qin Xia and Angron stood side by side, looking at the Extreme Warriors walking out of the cabin door of the transport plane.

That is the ever-victorious army.

Their iconic feature is the helmet.

The upper and lower parts of the helmet look like an eagle with outstretched wings.

Angron nudged Qin Xia with his elbow. “I can’t think of such a good decoration idea…”

"Guilliman has his own way." Qin Xia said softly, "But we don't have to pursue gorgeousness and coolness. After all, they are space Romans, and we are space gladiators. A bit rough is our style."

Angron nodded.

After all the Ever-Victorious Army members have come out and stood aside, the real key figures will appear.

Extremely heavy footsteps were heard, and along with those footsteps, a Primarch walked out of the cabin.

It was Roboute Guilliman.

Guilliman was wearing gorgeous blue armor, with a sword hanging from his waist. He walked out with one hand on the belt and the other on the hilt, with his head held high.

Just like the general who triumphs gloriously and wears a laurel wreath in ancient Roman TV dramas.

Guilliman had keenly captured the location of the photographers and reporters. After walking out, he stood still for a few seconds, facing the reporters and photographers, giving them an equal opportunity to capture him.

This is not a form of showing off, but rather tolerance and cooperation towards journalists.

After all, the reporters couldn't just jump out and rush to Guilliman to take pictures, because that would block Qin Xia and Angron.

"Primarch! Primarch! Primarch!"

People on both sides of the square began to warmly welcome Guilliman's arrival.

People were jumping around, throwing their arms high, trying to look as cheerful as possible.

These people had never seen Guilliman before, let alone heard of Guilliman's deeds, so naturally they didn't have much respect and enthusiasm for Guilliman, but they had to have this cheerful attitude because it was part of the reception ceremony.

Qin Xia looked at the people who had been arranged.

They were jumping around.

With both hands raised high.

A look of excitement.

After watching for a while, Qin Xia suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

"My brother." Guilliman came over with the Ever-Victorious Army and stretched out his hand when he was still more than ten meters away from Angron.

Angron also stepped forward and shook Guilliman's hand, and then the two Primarchs embraced each other.

After the hug, Guilliman raised his arms and took Angron's hand with one, causing Angron to raise his arms as well.

So the photographers present captured the scene of the two primarchs raising their arms and facing the crowd, as if cheering and declaring unity.

Qin Xia felt that Guilliman was much better than Angron in terms of diplomacy. Angron didn't even realize that he and Guilliman had to raise their arms together to let the photographer take the picture.

Angron thought that the two of them would just meet, chat, and then discuss business.

When it was time for everyone present to take photos and the diplomatic process continued, Guilliman said to Angron: "I have heard of your deeds. You completed an uprising on a planet with a cruel environment, overthrew the barbaric old nobles, and brought civilization and liberation to the slaves of a world."

“Indeed.” Angron nodded.

Guilliman bent down again and extended his hand to Qin Xia: "Lord of the White Knights of the 12th Legion. I have brought my think tank troops with me. Let them try their luck and see if they can get your guidance."

Qin Xia shook hands with Guilliman: "It is also my honor to exchange experiences with your think tank troops, Lord of the Thirteenth Legion."

Guilliman smiled and nodded, then looked back at Angron.

Angron was habitually sensing Guilliman's inner thoughts, judging what kind of person he was and what he was thinking.

So Angron seemed a little serious at this time.

Guilliman joked, "I come here only to show my friendship. I am not Crassus after all."

Angron could tell that his thirteen brothers were making a cultural joke.

It refers to a place called Rome in the distant past of Terra, where slavery was practiced and gladiators were trained.

One day a gladiator named Spartacus led other slaves in an uprising. In the end, Spartacus was killed by a Roman general named Crassus.

Qin Xia once told this story after the Battle of Mach City.

"Where are the Crassus?" Angron pointed to the sculpture in the center of the square.

Those statues of guards and high knights, who are crawling or kneeling together and showing their shameful appearance, are Crassus.

“Rebels always deserve respect,” Guilliman said, looking at the statue.

At this time, the Archon stepped forward and said to Guilliman and his entourage: "The Primarch has arranged the best accommodation for his brothers. Please follow me."

Guilliman nodded and followed the Archon away.

At this point the visitor needs to go to their own residence to arrange some things, store some things, and then attend the dinner in a few hours.

That’s the process.

……

After one hour.

Office of the Archon.

Qin Xia and Angron sat on the sofa as they had before Guilliman arrived.

At this time, the Archon was accompanying Guilliman around and had not returned yet, so there were only two people in the office. "What do you feel about Guilliman?"

"It's complicated..."

Angron recalled the details of their previous meeting and what he had sensed from Guilliman.

First of all, he could be sure that Guilliman knew that he had the ability to sense other people's inner thoughts, and from his communication with Corax, he knew that this ability was once only able to sense emotions, but later became able to sense the heart.

Guilliman knew that this ability was evolving.

This may be why Guilliman does not put up defenses in his heart.

Guilliman consciously chose not to be defensive, not even putting up a feeble disguise like Perturabo, and just went straight to the point.

But Angron suspected that this was also because Guilliman's psychic power was not strong and he really had no way to intercept his perception.

Then, after the meeting, Guilliman began to think about the planet full of steel.

That planet would be given to Angron. That was Guilliman's thought, he did not say it at the time, but it was just that thought, it only took a moment to decide, and Angron sensed that moment.

Angron explained what he had sensed, then frowned and said, “I also sensed why he made such a decision.”

"He feels that it's only a matter of time before Ultramar is targeted by the Empire or someone else, and then the pressure will come down on him."

"He knew that he wanted to build a kingdom within an empire, and that such behavior would most likely lead to some punishment or hostility."

"Then he felt that if a Greater Nuceria was established, it would not be up to him to bear the hostility and pressure from others, so of course he was happy to give me the Iron Planet as a gift."

Hearing Angron say this, Qin Xia nodded without surprise.

Guilliman was indeed a friendly Primarch, but he was also an extremely good ruler.

It was not surprising that he would have the idea of ​​asking Angron to help share the pressure, and it was not surprising that he would even make some "calculations" as the Lord of Ultramar.

"At the same time, I can sense another part of the reason."

"He really wanted to express a friendly attitude. He also felt that the Nemesis Legion was doing something wrong and wanted to help me, so he gave up the Iron Planet."

Angron continued.

"There are some considerations and calculations for their own benefit, but there is also goodwill... just like other primarchs or ordinary people."

"..."

At this point, Angron recalled his past perceptions of everyone's inner thoughts.

It's all so complicated.

Just as Qin Xia said back then.

"Human beings are multivariate complex functions," Qin Xia said. "This is actually very normal."

Angron nodded. “And I think Guilliman is a very good man, like a… well, if the High Knights were good rulers, like the ancient legends of Terra about wise rulers and wise rulers, with obligations to their people and the pursuit of glory…”

"Guilliman is such a man. He is a noble nobleman and a competent ruler."

"He believes that if he holds power, he should shoulder his responsibilities, rather than use his power to manipulate the people he rules."

After hearing what Angron said, Qin Xia felt the same way.

Guilliman was a good ruler, a noble aristocrat.

Compared with the High Knight, one is in the sky and the other is in the center of the earth.

However, Qin Xia also felt that the high knights of Nuceria were indeed too inferior, and these people had no awareness of being rulers at all.

Compared to insects like the High Knights, even the imperial bureaucrats seemed wise and benevolent.

"Let's talk business." Qin Xia sat up from the sofa and looked at Angron very seriously. "We have to finalize a lot of agreements or treaties tonight."

Angron thought so too.

When Guilliman arrived, he had a moment to think about what he wanted.

Signed a treaty of friendship with Nuceria to exchange what they have.

Ultramar is prosperous and rich, so it can contribute money.

Nuceria has just been established, and a cross-galaxy taxation system is in the trial stage. No place outside Nuceria is that rich, so Nuceria can provide advanced technology.

What Guilliman wanted most was to introduce Nuceria's advanced biotechnology.

the reason is simple……

Guilliman believed that Nuceria's biotechnology could increase the average life expectancy of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar by ten years, and that the death rate among Space Marines and Ultramar's mortal auxiliaries would also decrease.

"But there is one thing I must remind you of." Qin Xia suddenly became more serious, "That is, we must be careful... Don't tie Nuceria and Ultramar together. After all, we are two legions. If we end up sharing weal and woe, the Empire and other Primarchs will think we are in an alliance."

"No matter what Guilliman does, we will only have one choice, and that is to join. Even if we claim to remain neutral, no one will believe us."

Angron was quite surprised to hear such a warning from his adoptive father, because in his impression, his adoptive father was the one who had the best impression of Guilliman. He had mentioned Guilliman himself and the Five Hundred Worlds created by Guilliman many times before, and his words implied that he should regard him as a role model and even form a direct alliance with him in the future.

But now...

"I mentioned before that we wanted to form an alliance with Ultramar, but then I thought about it and decided that normal diplomacy would be better instead of just tying us together."

Qin Xia lowered his voice and became more serious.

"You haven't met most of the Primarchs yet. I think with your abilities and talents, you will definitely be able to unite many Primarchs around you in the future."

"This can also be explained by good interpersonal relationship management."

"But if Ultramar and the future Greater Nuceria were to come together and bind themselves together, if I were Malcador, I would be the first to target you and Guilliman the day the Imperial Senate took office."

Hearing this, Angron immediately figured out the pros and cons.

He could think of such a simple thing, but unlike Qin Xia, he did not think that he would unite the Primarchs in the future.

Angron felt from the bottom of his heart that there were only a handful of normal people among his group of brothers, and that most of them were really incompatible...

"That's all I have to say." Qin Xia said, "You should know what attitude you should have at the dinner."

Angron nodded vigorously.

(End of this chapter)