Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 189: Bipedal Poison Gas Bomb

"Formation, ritual, these are the same thing."

Qin Xia and the captain looked at the tactical table together, and at the same time, the words reached the ears of all think tanks including Varis.

Although they are thousands or even millions of meters apart, psychic power allows sound to transcend the limitations of the physical rules of the real universe.

Qin Xia could also transmit the message alone, but now he was taking advantage of the spiritual energy formation formed by the think tanks. It didn't consume anything, but it had the effect that could only be achieved by consuming spiritual energy.

"Your symbiotic psychic spell itself can be considered a kind of ritual and formation."

"The two people communicated with each other through a series of actions, and then formed a psychic giant, exerting psychic power far beyond that of an individual, or even beyond the combined combat power of the two people."

“What we are doing now is also a ritual.”

Qin Xia said, looking towards the captain.

Now that the White Knight was getting closer and closer to the friendly warships and the two green warships, the captain became serious and stood calmly beside the tactical table.

"Fire the torpedoes," the captain ordered. "Be careful to find a good angle. Don't let the torpedoes have a chance to pass by the alien warship and head straight for the friendly forces."

"No need to find the angle, no need to calculate the probability, just launch it." Qin Xia said.

The captain hesitated for half a second.

Torpedoes are very dangerous. They may look small and not even as big as a cannon shell, but they are incredibly powerful.

The slow speed comes at the expense of power and the ability to penetrate void shields.

Even if a round of macro cannon fire hits friendly forces, there will be void shields to intercept it, but the same may not be true for torpedoes...

But the captain only hesitated for half a second, then changed the order: "Enable rapid launch process."

This is a set of command execution procedures designed by the captain himself for the ship.

Originally, there were strict process requirements for issuing orders, such as which person in which position, which officer of which level conveyed or received the order, verified or confirmed the order, recorded and stored the order... In short, it was that set of procedures, the imperial process.

But the First Legion never paid attention to these, so the captain redesigned a set of commands in the style of the First Legion.

Now in the 12th Legion, working for the Primarch-Guide, the warships follow two sets of command systems.

So when the captain said "activate the rapid launch procedure", the strict procedures that should have been implemented were cancelled, and what should have been recorded was skipped and left for post-war recollections.

The torpedo was launched less than half an hour after the captain finished speaking.

Twelve torpedoes in total.

Twelve legions, twelve torpedoes, an auspicious number, Qin Xia thought.

Thoughts did not interfere with Qin Xia's use of spiritual power.

Half a second after the Lord of the White Knights invoked his psychic energy, the twelve torpedoes gradually disappeared in the snowstorm that suddenly spread in the void.

When the torpedoes appear again, every six torpedoes will be distributed near a green battleship.

Two green-skinned warships, with different but rough appearances, responded at the same time.

In the dazzling blue light of the stars, the two warships quickly deviated, leaving behind the torpedoes that were fired from a blind spot that was almost impossible to avoid.

The torpedoes were still chasing the battleships, and they were chasing after the two green-skinned battleships that had to give up targeting the friendly warships of the 18th Legion.

Torpedoes are smaller in size, but ultimately faster.

But the two green warships had amazing maneuverability. When the torpedoes were about to catch up, something ignited at the stern of the ship. Then an explosion appeared at the stern, and the shock wave pushed the ship forward at a faster speed.

"This is impossible!" the captain exclaimed, "How can a warship have such maneuverability!"

Varis was equally horrified, his eyes fixed on the conspicuous red paintwork of the two enemy ships: "Could it be related to the paintwork? You said that if the Ork's creations are painted red, they will become faster."

"Of course it's related." Qin Xia nodded and analyzed calmly, "But this is only one of the reasons. I suspect there may be psychic boys in the other warship, and the number is not low. When psychic boys work together, the effect will be more amazing."

Varis nodded seriously to show that he accepted the lesson.

The chief think tank was thinking...

According to the greenskins' military rank classification, the think tank seems to belong to the psychic boy.

The so-called psychic boy is a green-skinned person whose psychic power far exceeds that of his peers.

"Can the paint color affect maneuverability?" The captain suddenly thought it was ridiculous. "This... This is not the Imperial Truth."

"The Orks think that painting their vehicles red will make them faster. They think so, so vehicles painted red will really go faster." Qin Xia turned his eyes to the red decorations on the command deck. "This is indeed not the Imperial truth, but it is WAAAGH."

After saying that, Qin Xia thought about it and felt that this could actually be explained by the Imperial Truth's concepts such as "there is nothing that cannot be explained by science."

At their core, the Greenskins are man-made biological weapons whose absurd abilities come from "the power of our thoughts."

This power of thinking is given to them by their Creator, just like the instincts of eating and drinking, but it is an instinct of spiritual power.

In this universe, spiritual power exists objectively and cannot be denied.

"There are certain rules to fighting a void battle with the greenskins. We can continue to fight normally, or we can try a different approach." Qin Xia raised his hand.

Just like before when they pushed the ship forward rapidly, the power of the think tanks was mobilized to weaken reality, and was pulled together and combined with Qin Xia's own psychic power to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The effect of the use of psychic power this time was that the paint jobs of the two green warships were changed.

Changed from red to rock color.

However, the effect of this color change did not appear immediately, and the green battleships were still able to race with torpedoes by racing.

Time passed minute by minute, until the green boys on every green warship discovered that the color of the warship had changed, and after one spread it to ten and ten to a hundred, the color-changing effect was truly presented.

The greenskins didn't think rocks could move, let alone run fast.

As a result, the two warships slowed down. The propulsion devices with black smoke billowing around the ships were still operating, but the speed was slow.

The torpedo caught up with one of the enemy ships and blew it up.

Another warship fired a number of special munitions that appeared to have heat-attracting effects.

The remaining torpedoes were attracted by heat-decoy missiles and did not hit the target.

"Captain." Qin Xia turned around and asked, "What does this mean?"

"It means." The captain lowered his head and thought hard, and finally raised his head to answer tentatively, "It means that the controller of the surviving enemy ship should be from the Air Force. He thought that human missiles would be attracted by heat-seeking missiles, so..."

The captain felt more and more guilty as he spoke, and his voice became softer and softer until it was finally inaudible.

"Very correct." Qin Xia gave the captain an admiring look. "You and I are thinking the same thing. But I think there is another reason, which is that there are a lot of psychic guys on the second battleship. No matter how crude and outrageous the Ork's man-made creations are, they are not so shabby after all."

The captain looked out the porthole at the remaining enemy ship.

That battleship was a moving green-skinned head, made of steel instead of flesh and blood, but that was the only difference.

The battleship was even loose when moving, and it seemed that the various parts were poorly connected... The captain didn't know whether it was because of his poor eyesight that he saw it wrong, or if it was really like that.

"The characteristic of greenskins is that whatever I think will happen will happen with a high probability, but they cannot freely control their own innate ability."

"Take a battleship for example." "If this battleship wants to function properly, it must at least be in the shape of a battleship, so that most greenskins will think, 'I think this thing can fly.' If it is too crude and 'I think this thing can't fly at first glance,' then it really can't fly."

Qin Xia used his psychic vision to investigate carefully while he spoke.

"As I expected, there are many psychic kids in there. Their psychic powers can make up for some of the shortcomings in the craftsmanship."

"Luckily we encountered them, otherwise, who knows how much trouble so many psychic boys would bring to the legion."

After hearing this, the captain smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised, but the skin on his face drooped, as if he was crying and laughing: "This alien is much more outrageous than Ran Dan..."

Qin Xia nodded silently in agreement: "Go on."

The captain continued to command.

The green warship began to approach the Eighteenth Legion warship.

It looks like we're going to have a boarding battle.

The warships of the 18th Legion almost lost their ability to sail and were soon approached.

The battleship that looked like a green head was running parallel to the battleships of the Eighteenth Legion.

then……

Just as the White Knight was about to approach them and provide assistance to the friendly warships, a light suddenly flashed on the greenskin warship.

It seemed like a lot of things exploded in the ship, and they were not ordinary explosives.

The psychic energy fluctuations caused by the explosion were so severe that the psychic network formed by the think tanks dissipated for a moment.

Before everyone could figure out where the flashes came from, the green ship gradually fell apart.

"How do you explain this?" the captain asked hurriedly.

Qin Xia remained silent.

Even Qin Xia didn't know how to explain this situation, as it had touched upon the Lord of the White Knight's blind spot.

……

The Eighteenth Legion's warships needed urgent repairs. Due to severe damage to the port side, some parts of the hull were no longer able to accommodate personnel.

The White Knight was escorting nearby, and some of the people who were crowded on the battleship due to the damage to the hull were transferred to the White Knight to ease the population pressure.

While waiting, Qin Xia did not forget to take the think tanks to the library to review the battle and summarize the experience and lessons.

"You all performed very well in the battle just now, better than I expected."

Qin Xia praised the thirty think tanks.

However, the Librarians, who would normally be honored by the Primarch's praise, now showed no reaction.

They all had gloomy faces and didn't speak, their faces were pale and their lips were slightly purple.

These think tanks who came from the disciplined 12th Legion were actually standing all over the place, like a group of spectators, rather than rigorously trained psychic warriors who were mentally far superior to their other battle brothers.

Qin Xia did not scold him, but said gently: "Perhaps the battle just now brought you a lot of pressure, go and rest first."

"Sorry, Guide." Varis frowned, "We are very uncomfortable, sorry..."

"Have a good rest." Qin Xia glanced at the think tanks, turned around and left, ready to check on the captain's work situation.

The think tanks immediately relaxed and either sat on the ground or simply lay on the ground.

No one spoke, no one moved, and everyone was so uncomfortable that they just wanted to rest where they were.

Qin Xia was walking in the corridor.

The further you walked, the more you could smell a foul odor.

The stench was so bad that Qin Xia forgot that he originally wanted to find the captain, and he just followed the source of the stench to see which bastard had urinated and defecated on his precious warship.

After walking about two hundred meters, Qin Xia stopped and looked at the cabin in front of him with a sign that read "Resettlement Area".

This is where the stench comes from.

Qin Xia kicked the door open and walked into the resettlement area, looking around.

Almost everyone present huddled in a corner, with only a middle-aged man standing in the center of the cabin.

Qin Xia walked to the corner on the left, shrugged his nose, turned his head slowly, and finally followed the smell to the middle-aged man.

The source of the stench is the person in front of me.

Qin Xia was extremely sure.

The stench was appalling.

It was so smelly that Qin Xia wanted to punch this guy on the head.

It was so stinky that Qin Xia's patience was exhausted in an instant.

It was so smelly that Qin Xia could hardly keep his sanity, as if he was being fried in hot oil...

It was even so smelly that it broke through the constraints of time and reality, making Qin Xia immerse in a painful memory... That was the memory before he joined the Grey Knights. The Grey Knights used a simple and crude method to test Qin Xia's psychic power, which was to have three silent sisters surround him.

"Fuck you!!!"

"Your feet stink of poison gas bombs. My scalp is numb and my ears are buzzing!"

Qin Xia swore, which was very rare, but it was the result of him trying hard to suppress his anger and disgust.

The middle-aged man knelt down in panic.

But Qin Xia endured the consuming power and used his spiritual energy to strangle its throat, dragging the two-legged poison gas bomb in front of him.

After closing the distance, Qin Xia almost vomited and subconsciously threw the man in front of him dozens of meters away.

When the middle-aged man landed, he fell into a pile of snow. Without even having time to check if he was injured, he rolled and crawled into a corner.

Qin Xia felt a little better.

Some of the people who were close to Qin Xia just now had already vomited, while others felt satisfied and relieved when they saw Qin Xia throwing people of the same status as them away.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qin Xia patted his head and forced himself to stay calm, or at least look calm.

Let’s recall the uncomfortable performance of the think tanks just now.

Then think about this person's almost outrageous stench.

Qin Xia suddenly thought of a possibility, and it was 99% likely to be true.

That is, the middle-aged man who looks like a poison gas bomb is a soulless person.

And he is not just an ordinary soulless person.

(End of this chapter)