Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 195 Who did you say you studied under? !

"This person, I think, Chapter Commander Lamizane, are you asking, my adoptive father and teacher?"

The 12th Primarch heard Lamizane's question and smiled due to some memories of someone.

As someone who had been deeply indoctrinated in the stereotype of Nottingham workshop outsourcing long-form painting target composition in almost every place where Angron was mentioned, Lamizane was shocked, "Adoptive father and teacher? Is it the old man?" Gladiator? Oinomouth?"

"Oinomaus?" The red-haired demigod king blinked, "Ah, old Ouyi is indeed a strong and strong officer, and he is also very popular. He is my lifelong friend, but my adoptive father and teacher?"

Then a sense of relief appeared on his face again, "Ah, this is what would have happened, right? I never thought that there is such a possibility in Lao Ouyi. No wonder I always feel inexplicably that being close to his heart will make I'm at peace."

"What?" This time it was Lamizane's turn to be surprised, "Didn't Oinomouth guide you?"

"Of course not," Angron shook his head, "Old Ouyi is a good man, but he knows more about survival wisdom and combat skills in the Nuceria Arena and the city..."

"Since I was a baby, I have been cared for and educated as much as possible. My heart and talents have been bathed in the light from beginning to end. I have been taught many things since I was a child, such as Standard High Gothic and the skills of oratory. , social, religious, literature, etiquette, cooking, geography, astronomy, occult, nature, mathematics, physics; all kinds of knowledge about empires, firearms, vehicles, ships and my father's creations; how to fight in different situations; how to Strengthen your determination, maintain your courage, and inspire the morale of others; how to command a squad, a company, or even a battle group and more troops..."

"It can be said that the education I received since childhood can indeed be said to be prepared for a general or ruler. Although Oinomouth is kind-hearted, as a slave gladiator in the arena, how can he be without a teacher? Do you understand these and teach them to me since I was a child?"

"It's true that he can't," Lamizane murmured, "but with such a rich reserve of knowledge, is there anyone on Nuceria who can educate you? I remember that it was always a custom before the Emperor came. I remember very poorly the brutal slavery dark relic technology society, I don’t think anyone there was kind enough to take the initiative to help a slave boy who didn’t even have a name for free - sorry I’m not talking about you, but I just arrived for you That’s pretty much what we know about Nuceria.”

"Oh?" Angron asked with some interest, "So is there anything else that I would have encountered as a child? Maybe you can tell me about it."

Lost in the strong and tall primarch but gentle as the spring breeze and his request, Lamizane did not hesitate to tell most of the fragments about Angron's original fate that he still remembered in his mind. come out.

Including that when he was a baby, he crashed on the snowy peaks of Nuceria due to a warp storm blowing in the Emperor's laboratory, and he was entangled with the prophecies about the Eldar that no one knew in detail. The beginning of Qing's fate, as well as the fact that his body and that of aliens or other beasts were discovered by slave traders. He got his first name as a slave, Nukeriana, in the slave fighting pit and in the frightening killing of an innocent child to survive. The magical black technology setting, how he was struck with the Butcher's Nails, how he killed his adoptive father, and finally launched an uprising because of this last straw, etc.

Lamizane kept talking, completely ignoring the look of Perturabo frowning and almost starting to sigh.

Fortunately, when it came to the story of the Emperor coming to Nuceria to retrieve his heir, the librarian, who was talking and gesticulating very enthusiastically, suddenly blurred the details in an alert manner.

"Ahem, cough, cough, I think my memory is a bit fuzzy here, and I can't remember it clearly. Anyway, well, after that, you returned to the empire, and the soldiers of the Twelfth Legion also... uh... It was a very touching... recognition, and then you and your heirs participated in the Great Expedition your father was conducting. I believe you are more aware and familiar with what happened next than I am - well, that should be it, right?"

Lamizane added silently in his heart, judging from your current appearance and what you mentioned, it seems that there was no series of extremely weird operations that happened later, but something else happened, so I will treat it as the original one. Those things don't exist. That's indeed what I didn't remember. It's not a lie!

"Thank you..." Angron's brows furrowed for the first time since they met, "...but with all due respect..."

Lamizane's heart skipped a beat. What, what, did he say too much or say something wrong?

"...the things you said sound very incredible. Perhaps for a mortal, these are indeed mountains that are difficult to cross and a fate that is difficult to resist, but it is difficult to imagine a Primarch like me or me. They exist like brothers, but throughout this long time and development process, they were unable to realize that there were any problems in this world, or were unable to grasp the key to solving the problem." Angron pondered.

"If it is like what you said, it can only be said that 'this Nucerian society' is a state of universal enemy to 'this me', a yoke of domesticated will, with natural malice. - Just like an animal is hit repeatedly with an electric whip when it is a baby, causing it to suffer whenever it tries to get out of the fence, then it will not think that it can get out of the fence until it becomes an adult." He thought again, "I I feel that the slave owners and their accomplices in this world would eventually be ordered to be executed if it were me now."

The bright and peaceful eyes under the crown of the wise man raised their eyes and stared at Lamizane, "So, the evil on Nuceria that created the demon king Angron has been completely destroyed, right?"

"Uh... why can't it be considered an execution? Anyway, it did become a world of death when you passed by again." Lamizane tried his best to recall the world of Nuceria and the slave owners above in his memory. The ending, "I think there should be no living people up there, because the rebels had all been killed before that..."

The librarian who realized that he had made a mistake immediately changed his words, "Ahem! I mean, yes! The Nuceria that created the Demon King Angron no longer exists!"

"That's good." The king's eyes softened again, "Things that shouldn't exist should be turned into gravel in the desert and blown into the sea by the wind."

"The composition of this sentence sounds really familiar."

"Yes, this was told to me by my adoptive father and teacher, Julius, who in turn learned it from his teachers Emmenut and the Maatras, especially Uthelma Atla. It’s inherited here.”

"Wait?!...you said...who?!"