Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 478 Punishment Decree
The Emperor and Malcador return to the Emperor's Vision.

The primarchs exchanged some words with each other and gradually left the ceremony hall.

Finally, only Angron, Perturabo, the blood drinkers, and Qin Xia were left in the entire magnificent hall.

Angron, who had slept only once or twice since the Emperor's coming, looked exhausted, took off his robe and sat on the steps.

"This is what you want."

"You throw aside something that should have been easily accomplished, and then wait...well wait for others to share your glory and title, just like what happened just now."

Perturabo stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at his fellow Primarchs, his brow furrowed.

"Yes, you told me about the Emperor and that old man Malcador's plans before, but so what? Huh?"

"If you could have killed that alien bastard emperor of Ullanor right away, if you could have used all those warships with my help to destroy the entire Ullanor, instead of allocating 80% of the warships to rescue that unfortunate Corax because of Horus's little trick."

"Like I said, they'll just take it back? They'll say to you, Angron, you just have to share your title, don't take what we said before, it's all bullshit."

"They would do that?"

The Iron Lord chattered on.

The blood drinkers were still standing close to Angron, but Angron could sense that they were in agreement with Perturabo.

Sharing within a group is correct, while sharing with another group is incorrect. This is the inertial thinking of the gladiators.

"My father said that you have the least sense of the overall situation. He has said this more than once. But if you ask me, hmm, you are the one with the best sense of the overall situation. Mortarion is right. You are a master of balancing things."

"Let's take a step back. Will Corax be doomed if he doesn't have your support? No, he has a large group of Terrans who are hated by him. Those damn dryland tribal slave owners are hated by their gene father and are willing to die for their gene father."

"..."

Angron helplessly lowered his head, rubbed his head, looked up at the ceiling, then looked at Perturabo and gestured to silence him.

Perturabo remained silent.

"You are responsible for my becoming Warmaster."

"I never thought I could become Warmaster, Master Fugu."

Angron smiled.

"If it weren't for your genius ideas and your formidable command skills in siege battles, how long would it take me to conquer Ullanor? Half a year? A year?"

Hearing this, Perturabo snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"Father." Angron looked at Qin Xia. "Perturabo helped me win the title of Warmaster, but you trained and shaped me."

Qin Xia smiled and silently looked at Angron wearing the laurel crown.

"You tricked a bunch of people into the desert to feed them worms, and then he praised you. That's what he is." Perturabo paused, snorted, and continued, "If you really think he is a good person, you are wrong..."

"Do you feel like lying on the ground, curling up, and falling to one side with tears streaming down your face again?" Angron asked.

"Today is a good day, I really don't want to say bad things about you." Qin Xia glanced at the Lord of Iron, "But if you can't stand it, I don't mind helping."

Perturabo was silent again.

"I have never been a good person. Neither my father nor I are," Angron said again. "I have tricked people into going to the desert to die. I also killed many people the night I entered the arena."

"That's to stay alive, that's different. What else would you do? Wait for the corrosive solution to dissolve you into bone dust?" Perturabo shook his head.

"That's the problem. When I was weak, the desire to survive overwhelmed everything. When I had power, I didn't want to kill anyone, not even the enemy. When I killed a high knight, I felt the pain of the other party and felt pity. My father taught me who to pity and whose death I should feel ashamed of, so that I could do what I am doing and have done a lot."

Angron frowned slightly.

“This is all about letting people who deserve to live live.”

Perturabo frowned in thought as he listened to his brother's words.

"Leave the palace alone. It is a work of art. It would be a shame to tear it down." Angron rose from the steps. "Malcador and the Emperor think we are vain and wasteful, but I have never seen them be thrifty."

Perturabo nodded vigorously, obviously approving of it.

At this moment, a Guardsman stepped into the hall and spoke coldly like the others: "The Emperor commands the Warmaster to go there. Alone."

Angron looked at the others, sighed, stood up and walked out of the hall.

Qin Xia also walked out of the hall, but not to accompany Angron to see the Emperor.

After leaving the hall, he saw an Emperor's Children Space Marine at the corner of the gate.

The warrior was holding a chip, the same one that was loaned to Fabius Bayer earlier.

"Where's Bayer?" Qin Xia took the chip, took a look at it, and put it in his pocket.

"I don't know who opened a big hole in his stomach." The Emperor's Son said helplessly, "The area within a radius of 400 kilometers is a highly restricted area. There is no possibility of aliens, so it must be caused by some experiment conducted by this guy."

"Well, that's not surprising." Qin Xia took out a bandage and motioned for the soldier to take it. "If he dies, return this bandage to me."

"I thank you on behalf of Bile," the Emperor's Child saluted.

……

After a while.

Angron met with the Emperor alone aboard the Vision.

The two were not on the command deck, but in the engine room where a giant engine was roaring to life.

The Fantasy is about to leave the Ullanor system and return to Terra.

The Emperor would also return to Terra to work on Project Webway.

The Primarch and the Emperor's presence in the engine room did not surprise anyone, because no one else could see them. "What is it?" Angron stopped.

"To destroy the perfect city."

The Emperor spoke so bluntly that it took Angron three full seconds to react.

The Primarch was first in disbelief, then confused, and finally had a questioning look on his face that was distorted.

A shout came from the Primarch's mouth.

"What kind of order did you give? You want me to destroy the Perfect City? To destroy the place that my brother who just fought alongside me regards as a treasure, what's the difference between this and asking one of my brothers to destroy Nuceria?"

Angron couldn't believe it.

When Lorgar arrived at the Vanguard fleet earlier, he expressed his concerns to his adoptive father, fearing that the Emperor would send him to destroy the City of Perfection.

My adoptive father said that was impossible.

but now……

"What are you thinking?" Angron almost gritted his teeth, "I sense that you seem to have some humanity, but your performance shows that you don't! You want me to destroy the Perfect City? What does that city have to do with me?" Angron paced back and forth.

"Lorgar's ignorant beliefs are spreading. Number 11 and the entire 11th Legion have become victims. If not curbed with the most severe force, this ignorant belief will continue to spread until your brothers or everything under their rule become believers." The Emperor explained, without any fluctuation in his voice or tone.

At the same time, the Emperor no longer used his psionic powers to block Angron's perception.

Angron sensed that the Emperor loathed the practice of worshipping him as a god, to the point of hatred and resentment.

Therefore, when the Emperor saw that the 11th Legion was "polluted" by Lorgar, he was furious and decided to give Lorgar the most cruel punishment.

At the same time, the Emperor also felt helpless. He had repeatedly advised Lorgar not to do things that were harmful to humans, but Lorgar not only did not restrain himself, but became more enthusiastic about it.

Let the Primarch who is most popular and least willing to offend others destroy the Perfect City instead of Leman Russ. This will show the firm attitude of "never accepting and even less tolerating" the God-Emperor Church.

It is also a warning to all personnel under the Empire that worshipping the Lord of the Empire as a god is something that no Primarch, regardless of his values ​​or attitude towards things, can accept.

But being able to perceive does not mean being convinced.

As Angron was about to object again, the Emperor turned and stared at the roaring engines. "If you go, many deaths can be avoided. Otherwise, even if Pyrus or Guilliman were to go, the billions of people on that planet would not survive."

Angron believed that the Emperor was not lying, for his adoptive father had already spoken of the end of the Perfect City.

It was supposed to be destroyed by Guilliman, and the Ultramarines ultimately brought less than ten people out of the City of Perfection, for reasons that were quite complicated.

"The worship of me as a god must stop."

The Emperor turned his head, his golden pupils staring into Angron's eyes.

"If you want to know the reason, then I will tell you things that cannot be known through perception."

"You should know that the youngest of the Chaos Gods was born from the corruption of the ancient Eldar Empire."

"When it was born, it directly destroyed the ancient Eldar Empire. This is why the Eldar went from a race that used the Milky Way as a playground to the half-dead state it is now."

"Compared to the Ancient Elven Empire, humans today are not even as good as ants. We don't have the ability to use the Webway, nor do we have the ability to mass-produce giant creatures like the Ark World. Once a god is born among our race, the entire species will be extinct at the time of the god's birth."

With that, the Emperor turned and faced Angron again, his eyes revealing a serious gaze, waiting for a response.

“The birth of a god?” Angron was slightly puzzled. “You?”

Qin Xia once talked about the "Black King".

The Emperor would be faced with a choice at the end of the Horus Heresy: to fight Horus as a "human" who was weaker than Horus, or to abandon his "human" identity completely and integrate into another concept called the Black King.

If he chooses the latter, he will be elevated to godhood.

The god of the human race.

The new participant in the great game of the Chaos Four Gods - the Dark Lord. Pure destruction without cause and effect.

The Emperor was silent for a moment, then faced the engine again.

"I am fighting against that thing you are talking about... that concept, and Lorgar's actions will gather the power of faith and stir up waves in the warp. He has gradually made my resistance ineffective."

He said.

"I am not like your adoptive father. I am influenced by the warp, and faith will work on me."

"Even if the human species really needs to rely on ignorant religion to survive one day, and really needs to gather faith in me so that I can have the ability to lead the entire race to survive, then I should not be in this free state now. I should sit on the golden throne. Only in this way will I not become the thing called the Black King you mentioned."

The emperor suddenly raised his head and murmured in a deep voice.

"A god for the human race. How wonderful it sounds. This is what I once dreamed of in my most foolish days. I hope there is a being who can protect and guide our race."

"Until I know what the Eldar's racial god has brought upon them."

Angron gradually understood everything as his perception brought him information.

Even if the Emperor was thinking about things concerning the Black King, he could not sense them.

But fortunately he knew about this in advance.

And in the Emperor's opinion, Lorgar's actions were equivalent to... the Eldar's belief in Slaanesh.

The City of Perfection is the embodiment of the Emperor's faith, a projection of the city in the Warp that has conceptual ties to the Emperor and the Dark Lord.

This is the subspace. A knife in the real universe will have a projection in the subspace.

The same goes for the Emperor.

Concepts act on their bodies.

(End of this chapter)