Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 445 The unspeakable secret
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On the super small WAAAGH star.

After three landing operations, all defenses on the little WAAAGH star were completely destroyed.

Gusa sat on a chair, holding a weapon that imitated the greenskin butcher's battle axe, and looked at everything in front of him coldly.

Hissing Fart stood on the big guy's shoulder and planned a large-scale migration of the Blood Axe Clan on the holographic star map.

Post-war slaughter is an indispensable entertainment for the greenskins.

Bloodaxe also enjoys slaughter, but in a different form.

Tens of thousands of Ullanor greenskin captives were driven by members of the Death Commandos and came to Gusa.

When they saw such a WAAAGH and majestic beast, they lost all their spirit and lowered their heads in fear.

"Woo woo... Kneel down!" The commander of the Death Commando stood beside Gusa and roared loudly.

All the greenskin prisoners knelt down.

The commando commander looked at Gusa.

The Lord of the Blood Axe said nothing. His overly large body moved slowly as he gasped, and hot, steam-like breath gushed out of his nostrils.

After suppressing the captives with his aura for a while, Gusa gently moved his fingers.

A team of farts drove a tractor and brought a huge statue to the greenskin captives.

The captives were easily attracted by the statue.

The statue was a human being wearing warrior armor and holding a battle axe, with a huge head under his feet that could be used as ammunition for a catapult.

Most of the prisoners looked away with disdain.

The members of the Death Commando patrolled the prisoners with their "explosive guns" and dragged out those beasts that did not look away, either by dragging or beating them.

Then those who were dragged away were those who remained silent and whose eyes did not move around.

As for the rest…

The green guys in uniform came to a place one hundred meters away from the prisoners, and then the little guys in small army uniforms began to set up a weapon. After fiddling with it for a while, one heavy machine gun after another was deployed.

The green guys operated heavy machine guns and fired at the prisoners.

After less than two hundred beasts were screened out, the remaining greenskin captives were all slaughtered by machine guns.

The fart elves with flamethrowers came forward and burned the bodies to ashes, and then the commandos went to bring the next batch of prisoners.

This way of dealing with prisoners has become a standardized procedure within the Blood Axe Clan. Every Blood Axe greenskin involved in the process does what he should do coldly and numbly. No beast rushes up to wantonly hack and kill the prisoners, nor does any beast make a big fuss and get excited about the death of the prisoners.

Just like parts of a killing machine, they just do what they are supposed to do according to the process.

And those lucky ones who were selected.

The more intelligent member of the commando team, that is, the boss-level orc, walked up to them with a rough picture book.

The greenskins looked confused.

The commandos pointed at the "art product" in the picture that looked like a human child drawing with a colored pencil, and shouted loudly.

The pictures show what a human named Greenskin Butcher did on the super-large planet WAAAGH, as well as the history of the rise of Gusa, Lord of the Blood Axe.

Guza is described as "the most powerful of the Greenskins, the only one who could survive the Greenskin Butcher's hands, the only one who lived to witness every Greenskin Butcher's slaughter."

"Hmm!" The commando member flipped through the album irritably, "Do you understand...do you understand?! Hum! I understand!"

The selected prisoners nodded vigorously, then stomped their feet in unison and saluted with their hands.

The farts walked up to the captives holding the Blood Axe Clan's armor and weapons.

The prisoners were immediately replaced.

The commandos pointed to the second group of prisoners being brought in.

According to internal rules, the second slaughter of the captives will be carried out by the captives selected in the first screening.

The green guys next to the heavy machine guns stood up and made room.

The prisoners who had joined the Blood Axe Army moved towards the heavy machine guns but hesitated before opening fire.

One of the bravest asked: "I... I don't understand why this happened? I don't want to shoot... They just fought side by side with me..."

The commandos were feeling annoyed, but they knew very well that according to the rules they couldn't just kill the guy in front of them.

The hissing fart on Gusa's back looked down, and one of its fart apprentices immediately saluted and then quickly ran to the heavy machine gun.

The fart spirit was wearing an officer's uniform, with his head held high and a small pistol on his waist, looking very high-spirited.

Facing the prisoners who raised questions, the fart officer explained loudly.

"Remember this for me!"

"Only the beasts of our Blood Axe Clan are beasts. The beasts of other clans are... what is it... That's right! They are all scrap metal that is worse than shrimp!"

The fart officer only said two sentences, but for orcs with my thinking ability, some things can actually instill an idea into their minds with just one action.

After hearing the officer's explanation, the captured soldiers immediately stamped their feet and saluted, then operated the heavy machine guns to shoot and kill the orcs after the second round of screening.

Then the orcs selected in the second round of screening came to the heavy machine gun.

The third round of screening begins.

Gusa watched all this silently.

Hissy Pi patted Gusa's head, jumped off the backpack, grabbed Gusa's fangs, and showed the star map plan to everyone.

The plan was to migrate all the beasts in Blood Axe's territory and launch an unprecedented WAAAGH expedition to the Ullanor Empire with all the exploited resources.

The commando commander beside him stepped forward and asked: "Why can't we just turn around and fight the shrimp, and then use... use the shrimp as cannon fodder... to fight that... that who... the chief of Ullanor?"

Gusa suddenly stood up from his chair and knocked the four-meter-tall commando commander to his knees with one punch: "Are you questioning me... no, questioning my buddy?" "No... no, my BOSS..." The commander held his stomach and shook his head.

Gusa wanted to explain, but there were some things it couldn't say.

For example, if we want to fight against the Xiami Empire, we will have to face the Green-skinned Butcher... Only himself, Hissing Pit and the Green-skinned Butcher know what happened in the past.

Hissing Fart knew that the big guy was in trouble, and as it was the smartest and most eloquent one, it immediately gave the big guy an extremely reasonable explanation.

"Hiss... Shrimp is much stronger than the chieftain of Ullanor... Hiss... We are all bloodaxe beasts, and we still want to go home. We can fight the chieftain of Ullanor first, and then we can deal with Shrimp, hiss."

Gusa blew out "steam" from his nose, looked up at the sky full of stars, and asked Sizzlepi: "We... um... where is our next super small WAAAGH star?"

"Goron." Hissing Fart pointed to a shining star.

"Goron." Gusa murmured the name, "I want to crush that iron planet into pieces!"

After hearing the declaration of Lord Blood Axe, the commando commander who was knocked to his knees looked at Gusa with admiration.

In a trance, the commander felt that time had returned to a night on the super-large star WAAAGH, when it had just grown out of the ground and was sitting by the campfire listening to Gusa telling the story of the green-skinned butcher.

It was less than four meters high at that time.

Gusa also looks to be about the same age as an older brother.

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The border of the human empire.

In this galaxy with only stars, the forge engine takes over the duties of the starport.

Fleets of the World Eaters Legion emerged from the warp rifts that tore through reality one after another, converging towards the forge engine.

Once the Legion fleet was assembled, the Think Tank fleet emerged from the edge of the galaxy.

At Mandeville Point on the other side of the Think Tank fleet, another fleet returned to reality.

That was the fleet of the 4th Legion's Iron Warriors, with the Iron Lord's flagship, whose iconic feature was the lack of portholes, sailing at the front of the fleet.

Perturabo arrived at the Resolute Resolve in a transport aircraft before the flagship entered the forge engines.

But when he quickly entered the command deck, he found that the master of the White Knight heavy cruiser, who was still waiting in line to cast the engine, had already appeared on the command deck.

"You came pretty quickly." Qin Xia took off his helmet and placed it casually on the tactical table.

"The Emperor has issued an order." Perturabo walked to the tactical table, glanced at his brother, and then said to Qin Xia, "He ordered the World Eaters, the most idle legion, to go to the border of the Empire immediately to boost morale with a victory, and also to serve as a vanguard to pave the way for the legions that are on their way."

Qin Xia glanced at Perturabo. "It seems that the most idle legion mentioned by the Emperor is not only the World Eaters, but also a certain legion numbered four."

"We did arrive quickly, but that's because the Iron Warriors were fighting near the border." Perturabo was a little angry. "Vulkan stayed at the border instead of joining the Vanguard. Why don't you say he's also free?"

"I can't bear to part with the Lord of the Fire-Breathing Dragon." Qin Xia told the truth.

Perturabo rested his hands on the edge of the tactical table. "So, I want to thank you on behalf of Vulkan for holding your tongue?"

"That's not necessary." Qin Xia shook his head, "After all, he won't get angry just because of something so ordinary."

Angron raised his hands helplessly: "We need to fight Gojong."

Perturabo and Qin Xia simultaneously looked at the star map presented on the tactical table.

A symbol called Goron appeared within the borders of the Ullanor Empire.

"No way." Qin Xia frowned.

The word Ge Rong immediately made Qin Xia alert.

In the Battle of Ullanor, there was a famous scene where the emperor was strangled by the greenskin warlord, and the one who strangled the emperor was the warlord of Goron.

The Emperor was in real danger when he was put in a chokehold.

Afterwards, Horus tried his best to save his father, and the relationship between father and son was sublimated after the fall of the nameless warlord Goron.

As for whether this was intentional by the Emperor, or if any random warlord could put him in danger...

Qin Xia’s opinion is that the emperor still has a flesh and blood body after all, so it is normal for him to be locked by the throat, and being in danger does not mean that he will be strangled to death.

And the Emperor did not intentionally let himself be choked and let Horus save him in order to bring the father and son closer. He really did not have the means to do so.

"Gorong is a beast-made world." Qin Xia pointed to the marked galaxy and said, "The core of its planet is something like a magnet. By constantly attracting and gathering metals, it slowly became a world."

"So what are the warlords on Goron capable of?" Perturabo asked solemnly, "Mr. Greenpiton?"

Qin Xia smiled and replied, "One hundred percent throat-locking emperor."

Perturabo snorted and laughed, thinking that Qin Xia was just joking.

"We will fight together again." Angron looked at his brother.

Perturabo looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was looking forward to fighting side by side.

Ever since he led the Legion to support the World Eaters' Eighth Company and then left without saying goodbye, Perturabo felt that he had never found a good opportunity to explain his behavior of leaving without saying goodbye.

The previous few times were not good opportunities.

The best arrangement is to fight side by side in this war, kill a green-skinned warlord together, and then talk about it after the war.

When Perturabo was thinking these things, Angron could sense everything in his heart, but Perturabo was an extremely twisted person after all, and the things he didn't say out loud could only be ignored.

"I hope you won't suddenly leave with the legion this time, at least not during a war."

Angron said as he walked towards Perturabo, holding out his hand.

When Perturabo nodded solemnly and was about to shake his brother's hand, Angron suddenly touched his hair and brushed past him.

The Lord of Steel was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't argue, so he could only look at Qin Xia and said, "My brother must have learned this quality of being narrow-minded from you."

"This comes from the emperor." Qin Xia also walked past Perturabo.

(End of this chapter)