Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 661 The Prosperity of Humanity

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"What would my father be doing in those countless universes?"

Inside the Comoros Minaret.

Angron and the Emperor sat face to face, the remote network terminal in front of them storing hundreds of millions of matters that needed to be processed.

The Primarch's brainpower is more than enough to handle these.

The emperor can handle tens of thousands of affairs on the same timeline at the same time in a fixed period of time.

The two of them spent a whole month like this.

Nuceria has begun to migrate to the Webway, and Ultramar has also begun to migrate to the Webway.

As the webway routes became more and more extensive and the Eldar who guarded those webway routes used Ark Worlds to help humans immigrate, webway cities were built one after another and heavy tasks increased.

While dealing with things, the two often chat for a while.

"Your father," the Emperor thought for a moment. "He was probably destroying one hopeless universe after another, using Magnus's theories to gain the power of the Chaos Godheads, including the Black King, Khorne, and Nurgle. As for Slaanesh, I can't imagine how he could have gained that kind of extreme perception."

"Then how long will his destruction last?" Angron lowered his head and sighed.

"One second. Don't forget that there is no time in the subspace. Even if there is time in other universes, it won't affect anything. He can still come back and appear immediately."

"That's pretty good."

"..."

The conversation between the Emperor and the Primarch entered a period of silence.

After an unknown amount of time and countless matters, Angron spoke again: "Is there a way for humans to achieve immortality? I mean mortals."

The Emperor put aside his affairs for a moment, and his sharp gaze pierced through Angron's eyes, deep into the heart of the Primarch, and saw through his thoughts.

"Even if the body can live forever, the soul cannot. The soul is consuming its vitality when it stays in the real body. After a period of time, it will eventually return to the subspace."

Angron also put aside what he was doing and listened carefully to the Creator's explanation.

"There is only one way to make your fellow gladiators immortal, and that is to strengthen and transform them."

Seeing that the Emperor saw through his intention to make "his gladiator brothers and sisters immortal", Angron did not refute or hide it.

"For example, ladies like Kleist and Theseus, if you transform them into the Guards, they will have a fairly long life span."

"I asked them, and they are also happy to become stronger."

"Your psychic ability is indeed very special. It allows you to unite a group of people into a solid entity in a very short period of time, and establish an extremely strong relationship through synaesthesia."

"Except for Onomamos and Kromache, two people with independent thoughts, the other people who follow the crowd are just grass in the wind. They have no ambitions and no opinions. Their biggest wish is to stay with you forever, to fight, drink, talk, and communicate with you forever."

Listen to what the emperor said.

Angron was initially surprised that the Emperor had consulted Craster and Theseus about whether they would like to become Custodes.

Then he was dissatisfied with the Emperor for telling him that most of his brothers and sisters were like grass in the wind.

But there is really no way to refute it.

My adoptive father once told me what would happen in the normal timeline of this universe, the part that belongs to Nukeria.

The gladiators were such a group of people. They had no idea about the uprising they were carrying out and no plan for their lives.

It is obvious that the slums, slavery camps, and gladiatorial arenas that were a major part of their formative years have made them adaptable and willing to follow orders.

Angron also knew that he would be branded with the Butcher's Nails, and the gladiators would still choose to obey his orders... If he asked them to massacre the city, they would do so - they would not even consider whether a man branded with the Butcher's Nails was still capable of taking on the responsibility of a swordsman and commanding them.

Just as I, who have not yet been afflicted with the Butcher's Nails, want the gladiators to follow me and fight alongside me, they will do so until they rot or die.

“I feel like my synesthesia has harmed them.” Angron lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, “Otherwise, they might have been shaped into independent people with their own lives… But I really want them to be with me forever.”

"Even if you don't have synaesthesia and don't know them, they just changed their masters and went with the flow." The Emperor said softly, "Oenomamos and Kromachi were also synaesthetized by you, so why did they choose their own path?"

"No need to comfort me. I can handle the negative emotions myself."

"Comfort. Number 12, I never comfort anyone. I just coldly explain the truth. Even when Olperson left, I didn't say a word of comfort to keep him, let alone you."

"The cold sun. No wonder you would become that kind of cold god if you sat on the Golden Throne."

"I haven't sat on the Golden Throne yet, and those terrible things haven't happened yet."

After the two exchanged a few words, the conversation fell silent again.

Until I don't know how much time has passed.

No one knew what the emperor was thinking, nor what emotion was causing him to do so, but he was the first to break the silence.

"There's one more thing I need to do after the rise of humanity, a study that will consume me for a long, long time."

"If I can't... Anyway, I know what it feels like to be alone... Number 12, I hope there are people who will accompany you as steadfastly as gladiators, people who will never betray or abandon you for anything... They..."

"They can accompany you through millennia. After you give up your power and even the things you have done are erased from the minds of mortals, I hope there will be such a group of people to accompany you."

Angron was startled at these three words and looked at the Emperor in surprise.

The Primarch didn't ask anything.

These three sentences sound very human...

Does the emperor have any humanity?
The answer is of course yes.

Angron recalled what his adoptive father once said, that in the normal timeline, the Emperor would abandon his humanity and deal with Horus to prevent himself from being soft at the critical moment.

No matter how much human nature there is, if you throw some away, then you have it.

Perhaps the situation is good now, giving the emperor some room to show his humanity.

"I recorded what you said. I will play it for my brothers." Angron suddenly grinned.

The Emperor, however, remained calm and spoke in a cold voice: "They will say this is a synthesized recording, and is less credible than the words of a lying demon of Tzeentch."

"It really is……"

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Two months passed.

For the first time today, Angron and the Emperor did not stay in the tower, but came to a man-made ship with a style that was obviously different from that of the human empire.

That was the communications ship that Angron and his adoptive father had obtained earlier.

In the ship's conference room, the Emperor and the Primarch took their seats.

The Mechanicus technician fiddled with the device for a few times. This thing was connected to the original device that looked extremely advanced. It was full of Mechanicus style and was a skeleton. The skeleton's eyes projected two rays of light.

Afterwards, one by one, the Primarchs appeared in the conference room in the form of projections and sat around the conference table.

"Is this some new technology?" Mortarion stretched out his hand and swiped it a few times, only to find that there was no delay at all.

“It’s not new technology, brother,” Angron replied. “The Empire began using this type of faster-than-light communication facility more than two months ago.”

"More than two months ago?" Mortarion suddenly turned cold and serious. "After your foul-mouthed adoptive father left me, I have been guarding the northern part of the empire with my legion and other brothers to prevent the rebels from making a comeback. As a result, this technology was promoted two months ago, but we are only using it now."

After saying this, Mortarion looked towards Horus.

The other brothers were quite open-minded and didn't have any attitude.

Most of the Primarchs were like Mortarion. They had been deploying defenses and staying behind since the storm hit. Few of them had even seen Qin Xia. Most of them stayed where they were until Mortarion sent people to find them, and then they began to coordinate their defenses.

This was also the first time most people saw the Emperor and Angron since the storm.

"At least we know something." Horus and Mortarion were hundreds of light years apart, but they still patted their brother's shoulders gently. "Thanks to the realization of the Webway Project, we can at least learn about changes in the situation in a timely manner, but we can't meet each other."

"I have seen him, more than once." Perturabo said coldly, "This is the benefit of having technology."

Wandering Olympia is just outside of Commorragh, and Perturabo is fairly close to the Emperor and Angron.

"Me too." Koz blurted out.

"He who is near water sees the moon first." Chagatai said this as if he had never met the Emperor and Angron.

Perturabo immediately said, "Don't play peacemaker. Not only did you see them, you led your legion in the Dark Eldar annihilation campaign."

Even though he could not sense his brothers' minds, Angron could see that Perturabo was trying to sabotage Chagatai's words.

So he said, "Brother, even though we are not far from each other, we haven't seen each other for a while, you are...right."

Perturabo pretended not to hear and looked away.

"Enough of small talk," the Emperor said. "Guilliman, please report on the progress of the Ultramar immigration plan."

The silent Guilliman immediately spoke up: "I have been dealing with immigration these days, and it is going very smoothly. With the help of AI, the Ultramar people expect to complete the entire immigration network plan within 20 years."

"It's going very well on my end as well." The Emperor nodded. "The reason I didn't contact the rest of you is because the rebellion is no longer a problem. Now I need you to withdraw to various parts of the Empire and deal with the opponents who may hinder the changes in the next round."

“Using AI, this is transformative, right?” Ryan said.

As the Emperor's eldest son, and as someone who says that loyalty is its own reward, Llane generally does not say anything in response to the Emperor's words.

But it's different now.

The First Order was once responsible for clearing the galaxy of remaining AI within human territory.

It is the most powerful executor of the Crimson Protocol.

As a result, they have now turned 180 degrees and are trying to defend the right to use AI.

“Whoever stands in the way of change will die.”

The Emperor paid no attention to Ryan's complaint.

"Times have changed, that's what I'm saying and that's what I'm telling everybody."

"In the new stage of the rise of the human race, we must make changes. Any stumbling blocks that stand in the way of change will be crushed. If you, like some mortal bureaucrats, do not realize the importance of a change in thinking, then you are also a stumbling block."

As soon as the words fell, the primarchs nodded one after another.

Everyone was silent as to their obedience to the Emperor's new order and then skipped the topic.

Mortarion asked Qin Xia: "How is the Quadruple Trial going? If that guy can kill the Four Gods, why should we abandon our current homeland and run into the Webway to survive?"

"One."

The Emperor raised an index finger.

"We must prepare for both situations. The Four Gods are not so easy to deal with. If they cannot end the threat of Chaos, then we humans must survive in the Webway."

"Second."

"I have a plan. The final stage of this plan requires humans to be in the webway instead of in reality, otherwise the entire real universe will be destroyed."

"It's that simple."

Angron suddenly recalled what the Emperor had said about immortality and what he would do.

Now that the situation was good and there was nothing forcing the emperor to confess, he instinctively resorted to his unique skills, which was to act secretly and conceal the truth.

"How will the Navigators be dealt with?" Horus asked. "After the success of the Webway Project, the Navigators in my fleet have been discussing this matter. They are afraid that they will be abandoned."

"Makado has a set of procedures for dealing with them. We don't need to intervene. We just need to wait quietly."

The Emperor gave his final reply, then signaled the Mechanicus technicians to shut down the device.

This is the authority of the Emperor, and he can face the Primarchs with this attitude.

It is even less likely that the mortals and mortal power institutions in the empire will make any substantial opposition to the change in the empire's ideology.

Angron suddenly thought of what the Emperor had mentioned during the Dawnstar Conflict.

The Empire is essentially a temporary tool, and so is Imperial Truth.

Disabling Ai is also a small part of these two temporary tools.

Now it seems that it is not only the emperor who knows about this matter, but also the mortal bureaucrats.

"The situation is good, and I don't have to be so busy." Angron suddenly said, "I will leave Comoros for a day, return to my legion, and hold hands with my descendants and brothers and sisters to communicate and talk."

"Alright, just treat it as a vacation." The emperor nodded, "I allow you to go."

Before he could finish his words, Angron had already walked out of the meeting room.

As they walked down the corridor, Angron first considered what he would discuss with his scion and his brothers and sisters today.

He usually communicates with the gladiators every week when he is not busy. His adoptive father may always find it difficult to meet with the gladiators because he is always fighting fires, but he is not like that.

Talk about your worries, share your feelings, and then have a big meal together to end a beautiful day.

Then Angron suddenly remembered the Trial.

I don’t know when my adoptive father will come back, nor do I know what kind of waves his actions will cause in reality.

Maybe one day he will suddenly come back and tell the people in this universe: The gods are dead.

Or maybe because of a momentary mistake, he could never go back... Angron shook his head, trying not to think about such things.

(End of this chapter)