Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 22: Shocking Pharmacology
The Primarch was still young, but he was definitely not much of a child on a physical level, he was just still a child mentally.

A humanoid tank taller than Qin Xia was rampaging on the red sand.

The remaining slave knights were smart enough. Instead of gathering together and running around, they scattered and ran away.

But this way of escaping did not have a very good effect, because Angron could easily catch up, even running several times faster than the horse, and then punch the knight on horseback.

Angron would even deliberately stand in the way of the slave knight, allowing the warhorse to hit him, and then he would pick up the warhorse and the person himself and throw it to the ground.

The other gladiators soon caught up and hacked to death the man Angron had tackled.

The weapons in their hands are not very easy to use. They need to remove the armor first, and then use the weapons to cut many times on the reinforced body.

There were shouts of kill everywhere.

Everyone in the audience seats of the Colosseum transformed their invisible excitement and admiration into tangible shouts. The shouts shook the arena, and people standing on the ground could even feel the vibrations from the sounds.

Amidst the overwhelming cheers, the fight continues.

"Let me go..."

Qin Xia walked towards a lone slave knight, and then heard the knight's pitiful plea.

"I am not a noble. I am just a slave of those noble children. They took a fancy to me and let me participate in the gladiatorial contest..."

"I am neither a gladiator nor a noble. I have no grudge against you..."

Hearing these begging cries, Qin Xia stopped and looked down at the slave knight whose horse had disappeared.

"Tell me how many people you have killed." Qin Xia asked.

"Not many... some lowly... just ordinary people." The knight replied tremblingly.

"I can tell that you are actually very proud of your slave status, because you are not the so-called slaves of us in the arena. You and your master have their own pride." Qin Xia slowly approached the knight, and his voice suddenly became cold. "Don't come to Nukeria in your next life. This place is a hell."

After saying that, in front of the knight's horrified gaze, Qin Xia reached out and gently touched the knight's forehead.

The frost spread, and a burst of spiritual energy burst out from Qin Xia's fingertips.

The knight who was hit on the forehead was torn to pieces by the impact that surged from within his body.

Just as the blood mixed with fragments was about to splash onto Qin Xia, an invisible barrier intercepted the blood in the air. When the barrier disappeared, the blood fell to the ground and quickly froze.

"Kill them all!" Crest ran over and said to Qin Xia.

Qin Xia glanced at the entire arena. Apart from the gladiators, there were no slave knights with intact limbs on the red sand. The four golden-armored knights fell on the red sand like garbage that no one cared about.

"Very good performance, gladiators." Maggot Eye descended from the sky, and the voice that came out was a little trembling. The host over there was obviously afraid of something. "Very good, but let's stop here. The fight is over."

"Stop when you're done?" Qin Xia pulled the Maggot Eye out in front of him and questioned, "How can you stop when everyone is dead?"

"It's not so easy to kill them all." The Maggot Eye shook twice.

Then Qin Xia heard a noise and turned around to look in the direction of the sound.

The ancient golden armor had been functioning all along, but the situation was too chaotic just now for anyone to pay attention.

Just now, inside the golden armor, at the moment the head turned over, various devices extending from the armor's interior immediately pierced the wearer from top to bottom like a sieve. Dense cables and devices connected the wearer's body to the armor like human nerves and biological structures. The physiological functions and neural structures damaged by the 180-degree twist of the neck were instantly replaced by the armor.

So the wearer is not brain dead, but they can no longer take off the armor, they have become one with this ancient armor.

Now, the bulge on the back of a golden knight opened, revealing a bottle of potion. Then a tentacle extended from the golden armor, rolled up the potion and inserted it into the neck of the user, which had already turned 180 degrees. After a rustling sound of bones being squeezed, the golden knight, who had only been restored to normal visually by the potion, stood up like a zombie. He did not control his own body, but controlled the structure of the armor through nerve signals, and then the armor controlled his body.

"I...I..." The knight in golden armor was a little dazed. He looked around and saw corpses everywhere.

The gladiators instantly became alert, thinking that this guy was going to take revenge.

But then the knight in golden armor burst into a deafening howl that was amplified many times by the loudspeaker built into his armor: "I want to go home! I don't want to fight in this damn fight anymore! I want to go home!"

The other knights in golden armor also stood up one after another.

"Is this possible?" Qin Xia, who was unable to disassemble and study the armor up close, simply thought that it was the effect of the potion.

He really didn't expect that these people had a potion that could restore a neck that was twisted 180 degrees.

The pharmacy of Nuceria is truly astounding.

And when Qin Xia truly understands what the golden armor is, he will think that not only is Nukeria's pharmacy shocking, but all of its ancient technological heritage related to biology is also extremely shocking.

"The arena has its own rules." The Maggot Eye floated in front of the golden knights. "Whether you can survive depends on whether the audience is satisfied with the combat performance you provide."

"I am from the fucking Tark family! My words are the law on Nukeria! You dwarf hiding behind the steel drone, call the security robots to protect me and my brothers! You damn pig-dog!" The golden-armored knight almost collapsed and roared loudly.

The Maggot Eye gave him an answer that instantly calmed him down.

"The words of the Turks are the law of Nukeria."

"But within your family, are your words more powerful than those of your uncle, the clan leader?"

Hearing the word "uncle", the golden-armored knights lowered their heads instantly, obviously filled with fear.

"Vote, audience." The Maggot Eye flew towards the audience.

The nobles among the audience and those who bought high-end tickets to watch the fights could vote to decide the life or death of a gladiator.

The first ones to stand up looked like the parents of the knights in golden armor.

The noble couple of the Talco family seemed proud of their children, so they came to watch the fight in person, but they didn't expect things to develop to this point. There were traces of tears on both of their faces.

When the vote was taken, they stood up without a doubt, raised the Turk family's shining knight silhouette family emblem, and raised their other hand with their thumbs facing the sky.

"Damn it." Qin Xia cursed angrily and glanced at the other gladiators.

Angron was puzzled.

The gladiators didn't say anything and just waited quietly. They were obviously used to being dominated by others, not only their fate but also their own victory.

"What are you doing?" the Primarch asked the people around him.

"Voting." Ono answered, "In the arena, what really determines life and death is not us and the weapons in our hands, nor the opponents, but these audiences. If they like you, even if you are chopped into pieces, they can vote to let you undergo massive body modification and come back to life."

"So we're just going to watch?" Angron's eyebrows were raised. "This is our victory. How can we let them vote?"

Ono obviously agreed with Angron's doubts, and he also did not think that the victory of the gladiators should be put to a vote by the audience.

But initiating a vote is the power of Maggot Eyes, and conducting a vote is the power of the audience.

The gladiators had to bow their heads under the eaves.

(End of this chapter)