Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 440: The Blood Drinker and the Western Sword Immortal

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Inside the Eternal Expedition.

Sigismund was on the command deck facing the ship's servants, arranging accommodations for Magnus and the Thousand Sons.

Originally, only Magnus needed to return to Terra, but for some reason, he strongly requested to bring some Thousand Sons with him, and the Astropath on Terra stated that the Emperor allowed it after communicating with the Lord of the White Knights.

So the Thousand Sons who had signed a contract with the Warp Elves were taken aboard Dorn's flagship.

Matters such as accommodation were originally the responsibility of the ship's internal affairs officers, but considering the special nature of Magnus and the Thousand Sons, Sigismund, as a warrior, had to intervene in such small matters as accommodation arrangements.

When the mortal servants bowed and left, Sigismund turned to look at the Gene-Father.

Dorn faced Angron and discussed the follow-up matters.

"I will escort Magnus and his descendants back to Terra." A look of "leave it to me" appeared on Dorn's rock-hard face. "You can return directly to the Nuceria sector and prepare for the Ullanor counterattack."

The "Ullanor Counterattack" that Rogdorn mentioned at this time was the information revealed by the Terra Star Talker when he communicated with Qin Xia yesterday.

In the future Armageddon, in the present-day Ullanor sector, a greenskin empire is rising rapidly and posing a huge threat to the human empire.

The Emperor instructed many legions, including the World Eaters, to prepare for an expedition against the Greenskin Empire.

“Do you have any Soulless on your ship?” Angron asked. “In case something goes wrong and you need them…”

"Father ordered me to bring some of the Order of Silence, of course," said Dawn.

"Then I can rest assured." Angron nodded. "Once the fleet reaches the Koprulu Sector, I will leave with my father's fleet. By then, I will mobilize Nuceria and the Legion to prepare for the Ullanor counterattack."

A rare smile appeared on Dorn's rock-like face, and his tone remained calm: "Perhaps we will work together in the Battle of Ullanor."

"Of course, brother. I look forward to that day." Angron patted Dorn's shoulder.

Then Dorn saw his twelfth brother turn around and look at his heir, Sigismund.

“You wish to challenge my brothers.” Angron asked with a smile and a positive tone.

"A handy telepathic power, Your Highness." Sigismund saluted. "That is indeed what I meant."

Angron nodded. He knew his brothers thought the same thing, but considering the legion Sigismund belonged to, he looked to Dorn for advice.

Panshi nodded silently after a second.

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Eternal Expedition training ground.

The blood drinkers followed Qin Xia and Angron and slowly walked into the flat and vast metal training ground through a passage.

The Sons of Dorne had filled every empty space in the training grounds with their bodies.

Sigismund stood in the center of the training ground, leaning on his sword, looking at the visitors with his head held high.

Rogal Dorn stood on the observation deck above the training ground, looking down at his descendants and guests.

The World Eaters stood outside the training grounds.

Qin Xia looked at Sigismund and said to Angron using psychic communication: "This man is a tough guy, the best swordsman of the Astartes Legion. I gave him a nickname."

“What nickname?” Angron guessed. “The Swordsman of the West?”

Qin Xia was slightly surprised and looked up at the Primarch: "How did you know?"

"When I was a kid you always talked about sword masters and stuff like that, so I thought of that," Angron said.

Qin Xia nodded: "Western Sword Immortal... I don't think our Nukeria Superman can beat him."

“It’s just a competition.” Angron turned to look at Yochura.

Yochula walked onto the training ground, sword in hand.

Sigismund saluted neatly, picked up his sword and saluted.

Yochula returned the greeting by striking the floor three times with his sword.

They both turned back to look at their respective Primarchs.

After Angron and Dorn looked at each other and nodded, the competition began.

The Blood Drinker and the Western Sword Immortal retreated at the same time, keeping a distance of twenty meters between them.

The other gladiators who belonged to the Blood Drinker Guard were whispering to each other, discussing who would win.

The same goes for the Sons of Dorne.

Yochula took the lead and went straight to Sigismund. He was not wearing a Terminator power armor, but a Mark III power armor, which was different from the armor worn by Sigismund only in color.

Sigismund stood where he was, lowered his body, and waited with his sword raised, ready to observe the fighting habits and swordsmanship of this new opponent.

Yochula crossed the twenty-meter distance in almost an instant and swung his sword with all his might. The sword tip that should have hit the opponent's abdomen was deflected to the shoulder after the opponent used amazing skills.

With a crisp collision sound, sparks flew from Sigismund's sword and shoulder armor at the same time. The people around the training ground realized that the blood drinker was strong enough to suppress Sigismund, so much so that Yochula just chopped down the opponent even when the opponent raised his sword to block, hitting the shoulder armor... but it only hit the shoulder armor.

Angron was filled with comments such as "too much strength, but not enough skills".

Yochula chopped and hacked wildly, swinging more than ten swords in just a few seconds. Sigismund almost couldn't block it several times in succession. In the end, even the sword swayed unsteadily in his hand...but this sway was extremely slight.

But the Blood Drinkers were silent, for they saw something in the way the Son of Dorne defended himself.

When Yochula swung again, Sigismund seized the opportunity of Yochula's suppressive movement, quickly adjusted his posture after deflecting the attack with the sword, and pointed the sword at the opponent's throat at a speed that the opponent could not see but react to.

"Amazing power, Blood Drinker." Sigismund lowered his sword.

If this had just happened in actual combat, the sealing ring at the connection between Yochula's helmet and neck guard would have been punctured.

The gladiator realized this, so he readily admitted that he was one step behind: "I lost."

Sigismund saluted, leaning on his sword, and Yochula returned the salute.

However, when Dorn was about to declare the victor, Sigismund turned to the blood drinkers and said, "I have seen a report that says you can kill a standard company of a legion in hand-to-hand combat, and kill more than ten times your enemies."

“So group combat should be your strong point.” Sigismund looked at his gene-father, and then said to Angron, “Will I be lucky enough to face the attack of two blood drinkers at the same time?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sons of Dorne around the training ground thought, "This is not an honorable thing."

Two against one is more people against fewer people, which is indeed not glorious enough - from the perspective of the warriors' values.

If it were any other legion, they might have misunderstood that Sigismund was deliberately insulting them, but in the eyes of the Blood Drinkers, it was normal to use the majority to defeat the minority.

Just like when they dealt with the bastards of the High Knights and the beastmen with the Butcher's Nails in the arena, each time they used the majority to defeat the minority. Ultimately, for gladiators rather than professional warriors, winning is the most important thing.

“Okay.” Angron turned and looked behind him.

Yochuka took a step forward with two swords in hand, wanting to fight Sigismund together with his brother.

But Angron thought about it, and his eyes fell on a gladiator next to Yochuka: "Cort."

"Leave it to me." The gladiator patted Yochuka on the shoulder, walked out of the queue and came to the training ground.

The two sides once again opened up a distance of twenty meters, saluted each other, and started fighting again.

Jochuka and a gladiator named Court rushed towards Sigismund from the left and right.

A sword came down, a chainsaw axe chopped over.

Sigismund dodged and blocked, and after the three of them were in a stalemate for a while, he gradually felt that the other party was two people sharing the same brain.

Yochula and Court didn't say anything, and didn't even make eye contact, but they were able to cooperate with each other tacitly.

While one of them swung his sword vigorously, the other made a feint to force Sigismund to make an incorrect battle strategy.

And when one person made a move and Sigismund seized the opportunity, the other person would immediately force Sigismund to give up the opportunity.

After a stalemate of about ten seconds, Sigismund keenly noticed that the opponent's offensive strategy had changed.

When Yochula swung his sword, Sigismund took a step back. Seeing that the other blood drinker was a step slower, he wanted to seize the opportunity to attack Yochula, but was suddenly kicked in between attacks.

Sigismund's movement was slightly off balance, and Yochula seized the opportunity and changed the sword's movement from stabbing to turning the blade, holding the hilt and hitting Sigismund's right leg hard.

As the swordsman knelt on one knee, the chainsaw axe hit his shoulder armor from top to bottom. This deliberate suppressive move suppressed Sigismund's sword-raising hand and his body. Then, amid sparks, Yochula grabbed Sigismund's neck and placed the sword on the sealing ring at his neck.

The competition is over.

The two blood drinkers took two steps back, hung their weapons behind their backs, reached out to press down on their helmets, separated the helmets from the sealing rings with a hissing sound, and saluted Sigismund.

Sigismund stood up from the ground and took off his helmet in return: "You win this battle."

"If it was on a battlefield, that's true." Yochula looked around, "But this is a training ground after all. We are not the winner when we are two against one."

Sigismund remained silent. He was thinking that he had expected the cooperation of the two gladiators to be one plus one equals two, but in fact it was not the case. When the two gladiators joined forces, their fighting power increased exponentially.

Thinking of this, Sigismund felt that the people of the former Imperial War Council had indeed done something serious, at least their analysis of the Blood Drinker Guards was correct.

"How do you fight on the battlefield?" Dorn, who was standing on a high place, suddenly asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"Nearly a hundred people." Yochula looked back at his brothers, "Come all at once. Whoever encounters a ruthless man like Sigismund will fight conservatively, and then we will all rush over and hack him to death... Even if one of us can suppress such an excellent swordsman, he will not choose to fight alone."

"This is the right strategy." Dorn's rock-hard face showed some approval. "The power of an individual is ultimately limited."

After listening to the teachings, the Sons of Dorne bowed to the Father of Genes.

Dorn looked at Angron and nodded meaningfully.

Sigismund's invitation to fight was somewhat tentative, and Dorne had the same idea. He knew that Angron could know his thoughts, so when Angron agreed and allowed Sigismund to challenge two blood drinkers at the same time, Dorne was very grateful for his brother's willingness to cooperate.

"We'll see you at the Ullanor Strikes Back," Angron smiled at Dorn.

Dawn: “Yeah.”

(End of this chapter)