Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 19 Son of God
The feasting day ended with the gladiators devouring their food and the live broadcast.

Before arranging for the slave girl who brought the food to take the other slaves away, she gave each gladiator a pill that could digest the food within a few minutes, and then gave some instructions to her son, who was also a gladiator.

Once again, only the gladiators were left in the cave.

"The carnival tonight is cancelled." Ono walked towards Qin Xia and Angron who were sitting cross-legged. "The lady just said that we will fight the Slayer tonight."

Ono said nothing while eating just now, because he was eating as fast as the other gladiators and had no time to talk.

"Why are you telling me and him this?" Qin Xia pointed at himself and looked at Angron. "Even if it's not cancelled, the women who come here will be scared away when they see me and him."

Ono turned around, smiled mysteriously as he went back to rest, and said, "That may not be the case, man."

Qin Xia raised his eyebrows and pondered over this sentence, then cleared his mind of this unimportant matter and looked at Angron again.

Angron felt the gaze and Qin Xia's emotions, then shook his head: "I didn't have to grab the food when we were having dinner just now, but I did it anyway."

"At least you didn't really eat all the food and leave others hungry." Qin Xia said softly, slowly retracting his gaze, closing his eyes, and entering a state of meditation again.

At this moment, he did not immediately think about how to develop a new way to use psychic energy as he had done before, but instead thought about Angron.

According to what Qin Xia had read and knew about Angron's deeds...

If he had not appeared and everything had developed normally, then in the future, a think tank among the Astartes who used Angron's gene seed, a think tank named Tethys, would delve into Angron's memory and read Angron's past.

In the memory that Tethys saw, Angron was sitting at the table eating leftovers before starting a fight.

And before the fight began, when everyone was rushing to grab weapons and equipment, Angron would wait until the end to pick up what others had left.

So Angron would build friendships with the gladiators in the future, and then he would give way to the others.

That's good.

Although the Primarchs are different from ordinary people and are superhumans created by the Emperor using advanced biological science and technology, and they have strong learning and adaptability abilities, they are not born with knowledge.

They are not born with their own values ​​and moral standards. They need to be educated and grow.

Angron's gift allowed him to empathize with mortals, so he would not be a superman who looked down upon mortals as pigs and dogs. Even after being struck by the Butcher's Nails, he still loved his gladiator brothers and sisters.

But he has his most fatal problem, which stems from his talent, that is, Angron is very easy to be troubled and dominated by his own or other people's emotions.

But who doesn’t have their own problems?

Thinking of this, Qin Xia turned his attention to himself and continued to study new ways to use psychic energy as before.

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"Welcome to the day of gladiatorial combat, citizens of Desia!"

"Today, the Arena is fortunate to welcome a noble gladiator team that can bring carnival to everyone. Let us welcome them with the warmest applause..."

"The untouchables slaughter the untouchables--the untouchables!"

Maggot Eyes fly over the fighting area of ​​the Colosseum.

The audience who were lucky enough to buy tickets to the Colosseum's auditorium stood up and applauded and cheered loudly in front of the huge projection.

Fireworks exploded in the dark night above the arena. In the midst of this overwhelming celebration, the five leaders of the noble gladiator team, wearing golden armor and riding mechanical war horses, teleported out from the center of the arena.

Then the knights who had accompanied the five nobles were also teleported out. As soon as they were teleported out, they lined up neatly on both sides. The horses under the knights knelt down and, together with their masters, paid homage to the five people whose bodies had the blood of the gods of Nuceria flowing in their bodies.

"Slayers!" The Maggot Eye flew to the leader of the five golden-armored knights, and the host's voice came from it, "Please shout out the glorious surnames of you and your other four brothers and sisters!"

"Tark!" The leading golden-armored knight roared, "My name is Marius Tark! Remember my name! Remember my glorious family of God! The blood of the High Knight, or God, flows in my body!"

The cheers in the arena reached their climax along with the roar of the golden-armored knight.

Then the golden knight added: "I'm not saying that other families are not God's families... I don't mean that... Anyway, today is a special event for the Tark family."

"Of course, Son of God." The host said loudly, "Today is a special show for the Tark family. Those other families of God are paying their respects to you in the audience!"

Hearing this, the five golden-armored knights raised their arms and enjoyed the cheers of the crowd.

Amid cheers, the gates of the fighting area of ​​the Colosseum rose, and from the building opposite to the gladiators' residences, hundreds of people in shackles walked out one after another.

When these people came onto the field, the shackles on their bodies shattered into powder at the same time, and then turned from powder into weapons such as swords.

"Same as always." The Maggot Eye instantly rose to the sky, "The warm-up session for the Slayers... start, start, start!"

In the battle area, the ordinary knights who appeared with the golden-armored knights were still bending their bodies, and their horses were still kneeling.

These people did not move at all.

As per convention, only five golden-armored knights, descendants of the Family of God, took action in this warm-up session.

Five knights in golden armor rode forward amid cheers. The mechanical horses under their crotches were not only stronger and taller than other horses, but were also obviously more obedient and able to execute their master's will more efficiently.

Among these five golden-armored knights, the leader rode out slowly.

In front of this man, hundreds of people holding swords have realized that they must fight, so they unite together, form a square, and prepare to fight a bloody battle with the enemy in front of them.

The four knights in golden armor stood still.

The leader continued to gallop forward, faster and faster, and finally even took off into the air. The mechanical warhorse under his crotch was obviously equipped with an integrated anti-gravity device.

After the mechanical warhorse carried its master into the air, its shell extended and its structure changed, eventually transforming into a giant scorpion.

The giant mechanical scorpion fell in the air, flipped and moved the moment it landed, sweeping its tail in a circle.

The red sand in the battle area formed a cloud of dust.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the ground was covered with debris, and only the mechanical body that was transforming from a scorpion into a warhorse and its owner with shining golden armor on its back stood where hundreds of people had been before.

“This is the power of God!”

"In three seconds, all the rebel prisoners will be killed!"

The Maggot Eye let out a thunderous cheer.

(End of this chapter)