Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 17 The Slayer

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Two days passed in a flash.

Caesar's body had been buried, and the staff of the Colosseum did not come to look for the body. They were happy to let the gladiators stay with the body until the body completely rotted away until only the skeleton was left, adding a bit of eeriness to the cave.

The lights in the cave would kill the germs produced during the decomposition of corpses, preventing gladiators from contracting diseases and dying in non-fighting activities.

This arena, this planet called Nuceria, their technological level is so high that it reaches the clouds, and their moral level is so low that it penetrates the center of the earth.

It was not until two days later that this trapped life began to show some signs of stability.

"What are the people outside doing?"

Ono lay weakly on the cold rock, with the tattered shirt that originally covered his upper body tied tightly around his abdomen.

Except for Qin Xia and Angron, the other gladiators were also lying in a mess, breathing in and out weakly.

Ono had said before that there would be a feast day before the gladiatorial fight, and two or three days before the feast day, no food would be distributed so that the gladiators would fast.

Now everyone is starving.

The overwhelming cheers and shouts outside reached everyone's ears, but most people here didn't even have the strength to stand up and look out the window.

Now Qin Xia was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the only other person who would not be affected was Angron, who could go and see what was going on.

Then Angron stood up, walked to the window and looked out.

"A ceremony is going on in the arena, and people are gathering in the arena."

Angron relayed the situation in the outside world.

"Five men on mechanical horses entered the fighting area of ​​the arena, but instead of killing each other, they paraded around the arena in glory."

"Then more people on biological horses came, following behind the five knights on mechanical horses, shining with gold."

After describing it, Angron looked at Ono and asked, "Are they the High Knights?"

Hearing this question, Ono forced out two weak smiles and said, "They are not high knights... They are here to fight in the arena. I guess they will fight with us in the next fight."

Angron tilted his head, obviously confused as to why those horsemen, who were also gladiators, could ride their horses and parade through the streets in a show of force while people like him had to be locked up in the cave and fast.

The negative emotions that the gladiators felt when they were hungry caused Angron to feel tormented and painful.

"They are not gladiators, although they will participate in the fights." As if knowing what Angron wanted to ask, Ono answered directly.

“Not a gladiator?” Angron’s eyes showed doubt.

"They are nobles, nobles below the high knights. Some young masters from noble families would come to the arena for excitement."

Ono spoke weakly.

"Then their families will make them some very powerful armor and weapons, so that the young masters in the family who want to come to the arena together for excitement can form a gladiatorial team."

"The people you mentioned riding mechanical warhorses are probably the noble children of the Tark family, and the knights behind them riding ordinary warhorses are their servants."

"The name of the gladiatorial team of these little bastards is the Untouchable Slayers."

After Ono finished speaking, Angron looked out the window with a heavy heart.

Qin Xia, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, opened his eyes: "Untouchable Slaughterer? What kind of a fucking name is that?"

Ono could only smile bitterly: "The name is indeed disgusting, but they are still the stars of the noble team in the Nuceria gladiatorial contest."

Qin Xia wanted to curse, but swallowed the words back and closed his eyes, concentrating on exploring the use of psychic energy. "Why don't the Nukerians resist?"

A sentence filled with endless doubts reached the ears of the gladiators.

Hearing these words, the gladiators turned their gazes towards Angron with difficulty.

"The Nucerias rebelled," said Ono.

“No… no…” Angron shook his head. “I don’t mean whether anyone has resisted. Rather… if the name of the gladiator team formed by the nobles is the Slayers of the Untouchables, and they are so unabashed about it, why don’t all the people of Nuceria resist them together?”

Hearing this, even Ono, who was quite philosophical, lowered his head.

It's not that he doesn't have answers, but his answers tend to look for solutions in people's character and thinking.

Most people in Nuceria are used to being enslaved by the nobility, and Nuceria itself is prone to enslavement.

This is Ono's answer.

“Maybe…” Ono raised his head and stared into Angron’s eyes with an indignant expression. “Those who resisted were either killed or locked up in the arena like us. The rest were those who dared not to resist the nobles. They were like livestock locked up in a pen. The brave ones were slaughtered and eaten, and the rest were cowards.”

Angron's wrinkled features relaxed slightly, as if he understood.

"Bullshit."

A slightly cold voice came from the side of Ono.

Angron and the others looked at the speaker as if he were Ono.

Qin Xia opened his eyes again and stared at Ono: "Brother, I have to admit that you are good at thinking and you have the potential to be a philosopher, but you only have a little. And what you said is totally wrong about this matter."

Ono was not angry when he heard the refutation. He just thought about the problem briefly and came up with a makeshift answer when he couldn't get an answer.

He listened quietly and motioned Qin Xia to continue speaking, as he wanted to hear the opinions of this knowledgeable man.

"We want to escape from the duel arena, is it to die, or to get out of our predicament?" Qin Xia asked everyone.

"What a bullshit question!"

The female gladiator who was about to leave the cave with Qin Xia and Caesar to collect information let out an angry roar.

She didn't see the issue as a problem.

"People are here to get out of trouble, not to die," Honor said. "That's obvious, man."

"So." Qin Xia nodded. "The high knights of Nuceria have monopolized technology. This world is full of barbarism and ignorance, like a world full of primitive people. However, the technology used by the nobles is so advanced that it makes people despair."

"The nobles here don't even need a large number of soldiers to establish a military basis for their rule."

"And iron men like security robots will not betray their users, nor will they show mercy. They have become the nobles' most loyal butcher knives."

"In such an environment, if the purpose of people's rebellion is not to die, but to really change something, then patience and waiting for changes are necessary."

"This is a matter of material foundation and objective environment. The answer cannot be found from the perspective of personality and thinking."

After saying that, Qin Xia looked at Angron.

Angron nodded thoughtfully.

The gladiators were also thoughtful.

But for mortals, thinking lasted less than two minutes, because the hunger that was about to devour their sanity made their brains only able to maintain basic physiological activities.

(End of this chapter)