Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 3 Welcome to Nuceria
A sphere that acted like a drone flew above Qin Xia and surrounded him.

It seemed that energy was accumulating in the holes under the sphere, and Qin Xia felt his hair stand on end as if he was approaching an electric field.

Apparently if things go wrong, the drone will release an energy weapon.

"Tasha! Tasha?"

After approaching to within a hundred meters, the leader's head popped out from behind the shield bearer, staring at Qin Xia and shouting meaningless words.

This is not High Gothic.

However, the human empire is huge, and ordinary people in some worlds communicate in local languages, which is not a problem.

Qin Xia remained silent, standing where he was, observing and thinking about countermeasures.

Qin Xia was not surprised to find that these people did not recognize his sturdy body. After all, the empire is so big that not everyone in every world can see Astartes.

But these people must know one thing, and that is the imperial sky eagle emblem.

Thinking of this, Qin Xia quickly drew a double-headed eagle symbol on the ground with his feet, and then observed the reactions of the people in front of him.

If they were imperial people, they would realize what this symbol meant, and from the many stories about the "God-Emperor Angels" told by priests holding up double-headed eagle scepters when they were young, they would deduce the origin of the strong man in front of them who was nearly three meters tall.

But things didn't go so smoothly.

Nearly a hundred people looked at the sign on the ground in confusion, unable to recognize what it represented.

The leader of those people quickly raised his head, with a look of half confusion and half contempt on his face, and laughed and shouted something whose meaning was unknown.

This was an order, and then everyone dispersed and raised their weapons.

The technological level of these people seems to be not low, but the level of their weapons and equipment is not very good. Almost all of them use stick-like weapons that release electromagnetic waves. Only the weapon in the leader's hand, which can be seen as a tranquilizer gun, can be considered as long-range firepower.

"Strange." Qin Xia looked at the people in front of him in confusion, "Your weapons and equipment don't look like they are for fighting... It looks like you are here to capture something."

The people in front of them were unable to answer the question, and since both sides did not speak the same language, the only option was to fight.

The drone above his head suddenly released some kind of energy attack, but Qin Xia dodged it before the attack appeared.

The dodging movement was so fast that no mortal eye could react to it, except for the leader.

It seemed that the observer on the leader's head was effective. His body reacted before his brain did. He judged Qin Xia's dodgy trajectory with incredible accuracy and shot a tranqeic dart from the tranqe gun in his hand.

Qin Xia was slightly surprised at the opponent's amazingly accurate shooting, and at the same time easily pinched the anesthetic dart with two fingers.

The tranquilizer dart shattered immediately, releasing a puff of gas.

"Are you kidding me?" Qin Xia threw the dart fragments in his hand at the drone above his head. After the drone exploded, he stared at the people in front of him. "I guess the miasma of the death world has no effect on me. How can the anesthetic gas of you natives work on me?"

Of course, no one understood the meaning of these two sentences. After observing carefully, they all realized that the person in front of them was not easy to deal with.

Everyone became serious and quickly surrounded Qin Xia.

These people had obviously received rigorous combat training. Some of them took out things like grenades, some adjusted the sticks in their hands to energy storage mode, and some adjusted the mode of the sticks to a state where they could accumulate a ball of electricity.

Qin Xia didn't know what technology was used in those strange cold weapons. The weapons in these people's hands were as strange as they themselves.

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

The people made noises similar to war cries and jumped around waving their sticks vigorously.

Those holding shields also took out sticks, and beat their shields while shouting war cries, obscuring the figures of their companions behind them, as if they wanted to confuse their opponents through such actions.

By ordinary people's standards, these people are well-trained and highly motivated.

But in Astarte's eyes, these people were like a group of senile dementia patients, doing meaningless things with slow movements.

"what!"

A loud shout came from behind Qin Xia, and a sturdy shield-bearing warrior suddenly pounced on his back. Qin Xia could easily dodge it just by identifying the direction of the sound.

Similar tentative sneak attacks appeared in all directions within the next three seconds. Qin Xia dodged them easily, but that was just a dodge.

Until this group of people found out that the opponent was difficult to deal with, they cautiously took a step back and prepared to use other tactics.

"It seems that you really can't provide any useful information." Qin Xia sighed helplessly and had to give up the idea of ​​seeking information from the other party.

When Qin Xia took a deep breath, the hot sand suddenly cooled down and frost spread on the ground.

This sudden drop in temperature occurs when a psychic begins to use psychic powers.

This violation of the laws of thermodynamics in our universe represents the erosion of reality by the subspace.

The sudden drop in temperature made all the uninvited guests alert and surprised. They did not launch rash attacks, but seemed to be judging something.

Qin Xia took a step forward with his left foot, spread his legs, raised his right hand high to the sky, and lowered his left hand to point to the ground.

"I'll let you fly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shock wave appeared without warning, centered on Qin Xia's body, and suddenly spread to the surroundings.

The crowd that was still jumping around and making meaningless roars in the previous second flew backwards in the next second. Everyone's flesh shattered in the process of flying, and eventually turned into spurting flesh and blood and flying debris.

Chirp——

Chirp——

Pieces of stuff fell from the sky to the ground with a disgusting crashing sound.

Qin Xia glanced around with a complicated expression, stood up again, sighed regretfully, and then walked towards the convoy.

When Qin Xia was one step away from the leader's car, his foot suddenly "stumbled" strangely. He quickly stabilized his body and lowered his head, then cast a surprised and puzzled look at his left foot.

My left foot is still intact, but it feels like half of it is missing.

"No...this is impossible..."

A "guess" that Qin Xia thought was absolutely the correct answer emerged in his mind, that is, the anesthetic gas released by the small anesthetic dart shot by the leader just now began to take effect.

There was not much anesthetic gas just now, and the anesthetic dart was also very small, not even as big as a .17 caliber bullet.

Such a small anesthetic dart, which is not even the kind that is propelled by gunpowder and shot into the epidermis and then released, can contain anesthetic gas that can gradually anesthetize Astartes?
what is this?
Is it the breath exhaled by Nurgle, one of the four gods of the Warp?
After a brief thought, Qin Xia immediately rushed to the side of the vehicle, pulled down the door and threw it aside, searching the car for anything that might answer the many questions he had, or an antidote to the anesthetic gas.

When his hand touched a book, the uncontrollable prophetic ability emerged.

The view instantly came to the top of a gladiatorial arena.

Many gladiators fought in the arena.

Guys similar to the ones who were just killed were trading prisoners with the managers of the arena.

On the red sand of the arena, a sturdy boy with a childish face was dodging in fear the sulfuric acid rushing from all directions.

Qin Xia suddenly felt that everything could be explained, including the intentions of these people and what the anesthetic gas in the anesthetic dart was.

But now it's too late to sort it all out.

"so……"

Qin Xia, who was beginning to lose control of half of his body, shrugged, smiled helplessly and muttered to himself.

"Welcome to Nukeria?"

The last syllable came out of Qin Xia's mouth, accompanied by a muffled sound, and his head smashed a hole in the hood, and the entire anti-gravity hovercraft sank and bounced up again.

(End of this chapter)