Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 582: The Threesome with Deep Hatred

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Sosa.

A farmer walked towards the carriage with a child in his arms and placed the child on top of the bottles and jars in the carriage.

He took one last look at the house behind him, sighed, and walked beside the carriage.

Everyone in the village began to move their belongings and used horse-drawn carriages to move.

Carriages gathered at the entrance of the village and then converged on the main road, where a team of thousands of farmers set off into the distance.

No one wanted to leave their home, but they had to move, so everyone was silent and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

At this time, a golden figure whizzed across the sky, and when it passed over the team, the people below even heard a sonic boom.

People looked up.

It was the Nuceria commander.

Crest was wearing golden armor with wings and flying rapidly in the air.

The anti-gravity spear allows her to fly, and the armor she wears that once belonged to the High Knight can also allow her to fly, but the former is not as fast as the latter.

Flying in the sky, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful environment of Sousa.

Farmlands stretch across the mountains, and the air is filled with the fragrance of wheat.

Crest couldn't help but recall what Angron had said before he set out to lead the regular army to Sosa.

"Guilliman, my brother, has a fantasy."

"That is to abandon everything one day, whether it is identity, responsibility, or anything else."

"I went to Sosa and became a farmer, with my back bare and my back bent, working the land day after day, year after year."

Crest responded to Angron: "If you, the Primarch, farm the land, can one person replace hundreds or thousands of farmers?"

Kleist didn't want to be a farmer in Sousa at all, she just felt a little sorry for the beautiful agricultural environment in Sousa.

While flying above the sky, Crest's goal was not to appreciate the environment, but to find the three existing superhuman warriors on Sosa.

She soon found it.

Avida. Erebus. Dantioch.

It is very easy to find the three of them. Firstly, the three super warriors are very conspicuous. Secondly, these three people have deep hatred and resentment, and they are full of resentment from a distance.

Avida sat on the edge of the field, without armor, with his head down and his body huddled. Sometimes he raised his head with tears in his eyes, and sometimes he lowered his head with resentment.

Dantioch stood on a path in the field, surveying the site of the defense facilities. It was obvious that he was still upset about the Primarch's words that he should get out of the legion.

Erebus sat on a rock away from the two of them, clutching the Emperor's nameplate. This unlucky guy was definitely the most unlucky one among the three people who had deep hatred for each other.

"Dantioch!"

Crest suddenly fell from the sky, and did not stir up any dust when he landed.

Dantioch heard the call and looked at the mortal unhappily.

"The soldiers reported to me that some villages rebelled during the mass transfer, and they had to capture people and force them into the underground city," Kleist said. "They didn't rebel because they had to leave their homes, but because they had to build the underground city."

Hearing this, Dantioch's iconic Iron Warrior-style stinky face showed no expression. After a brief silence, he replied: "Everyone in Sosa must go to build the underground city, otherwise we will all be finished when the enemy drops the virus bomb."

Crest is the commander of the Sosa garrison, but Dantioch has more say in the formulation of specific strategies.

In Dantioch's plan, the Sosans will build underground cities to defend against invaders.

However, the war will not be fought underground, but on the surface.

There are only barracks and supply bases underground.

After all, we still have to defend the Pharos Lighthouse.

"Three Space Marines led a large group of mortals to fight against a Space Marine Legion." Avida looked at the towering alien facility on the horizon not far away, which was the lighthouse. "It's amazing that the Lord of the Twelve Legions could think of this."

"Are you sure the enemy will drop the virus bomb first?" asked Dantioch.

Avida did not respond.

Arvida had predicted that the Emperor's Children would drop a viral bomb upon their arrival.

"Erebus." Crest looked at the other person in the trio, "What do you think?"

"All right." Erebas responded in a muffled voice.

The Word Bearer was not wearing armor at this time, revealing his muscular body covered with whip marks, but he was wearing a helmet.

He will never be able to take off the helmet in his life, because the helmet, as a carrier of a large number of life-support devices, has become a part of Erebus's brain. In the past, Erebus would forcibly try to take off the helmet when he collapsed, causing Avida to have to use biochemical magic to save him, but now he has gotten used to it and no longer tries.

What pushed Erebus over the edge wasn't the fact that he had to wear a helmet for the rest of his life, but the fact that he discovered he had lost many of his abilities forever after his failed suicide attempt.

For example, he used to feel happy when he helped someone. Not anymore.

For example, when he was confused, he would whip himself and use pain to calm himself down. But now he can't feel the pain anymore.

A walking corpse, with only a body but no soul, this is how Erebas feels about himself, and it is also the reason why he has collapsed many times.

"How do you feel now?" Avida walked over and stood in front of the Word Bearer. "Since we are still comrades, I will help you."

"How can you help me?" Erebas raised his head.

The eyes filled with nihilistic and negative emotions passed through the tactical eyepiece, making Avida feel uncomfortable.

“I feel like a soul trapped in darkness, and my eyes are the windows, or the light, in the darkness.”

"My control over my body is like an operating system. I have no sense of touch, no emotions, no sorrow, no anger, no joy."

"Since I was rescued, I have felt like I am in prison all the time."

After listening to Erebus's words, Avida felt that he really couldn't help.

But fortunately, Erebus is still alive, and that bastard named Erebus cannot "refresh" far away from Erebus. Whether it is the Word Bearers or the Luna Wolves, if these two legions still exist and have not rebelled, then at least they will not be messed up by Erebus again.

"Your soul is not your own, so you don't have the same feelings as I do," said Erebas.

"Of course not." Avida nodded, "My situation is indeed a hundred times better than yours, there is no doubt about that."

Erebus lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

"Is faith in the Emperor not enough to support your broken heart at this moment?" Avida asked.

Erebus did not respond, but was thinking about Avida's question.

Before he turned into the horrible state he is today, whenever he prayed to the Emperor, his brain would feel something, like the satisfaction of being immersed in faith, or a vague feeling that his soul was resonating with something.

But now I don’t have those feelings at all.

"A person who can get satisfaction from faith and produce dopamine in the brain by helping others now feels nothing. It's so miserable, haha." Avida suddenly laughed.

"Does Asar know what you have become?" Dantioch said in a deep voice, "A bastard who takes pleasure in the suffering of others."

"Asar will only laugh even louder here. Because this bastard Erebus looks like he has firm beliefs, but in fact, it is because his brain rewards his behavior of faith, so he is so kind and loyal. In essence, he is the only one with unique physiology among a group of superstitious idiots." Avida retorted.

"..."

Kleist looked at Avida.

She knew that this person was particularly obsessed with dealing with supernatural events, hated supernatural creatures such as demons, and she also knew what his past was.

Perhaps it was because he dealt with too many supernatural events in the Society for the Study of True History that he eventually became a psychopath.

"Don't stand here." Dantioch pointed forward.

A large group of migrants was passing before them, escorted by Nuceria's mortal soldiers.

"Let them change their route and go to underground city number three," Dantioch ordered.

Crest took off into the air and flew to the front of the team.

A child was sitting in a carriage, looking up at Kleist's figure, and accidentally fell off the carriage.

His father, who was driving the carriage, realized it too late. Just as the child was about to fall to the ground and be run over by the wheels, Erebus suddenly caught him before he hit the ground.

Erebus himself was stunned for a moment.

Saving people was a completely instinctive reaction. Before his rebirth, he would feel satisfaction from this behavior, but now there is only endless emptiness.

Erebus put the child back in the car and left sadly.

"I thought you would be indifferent now." Avida said from the side.

"Saving people has nothing to do with my own condition." Erebus pointed at the carriage, "I can't just watch him fall and get crushed to death!"

"I can't crush him to death." Avida said, "I used my psychic power to keep him suspended in the air. Otherwise, how could you run over and grab him in the blink of an eye?"

Erebus said nothing more and walked to Dantioch's side. "When the traitors get here, how many people do you think will die in the war?"

Dantioch stared at the Word Bearers for a moment, and finally gave a number he thought it was.

"Nine out of ten houses are empty after death."

(End of this chapter)