Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 43 Moral Torture
"Don't tell me if you have any complaints about the master you are loyal to! If you tell me these, you will definitely be worried that I will report you to the master. Will you still be able to spare my life later?"

"I said I don't owe any allegiance to the nobles. I came here partly because I had a deal to make with your master, and partly because I had something I wanted to do."

"So you're a butcher too?"

At this point in the question and answer, the person in charge stopped and turned around.

Staring into Qin Xia's eyes, the not-so-bright middle-aged man's gaze made Qin Xia read moral torture from it.

"So you are also a butcher." The person in charge continued, "It's just that you don't slaughter untouchables, but nobles. But you are still a butcher, an executioner, and a murderer. You just don't slaughter untouchables. But in terms of methods and morality, what is the difference between you and those untouchable butchers you killed?"

Hearing this, Qin Xia looked at the person in charge's bright eyes that revealed a sense of moral questioning. His movements and expressions clearly showed that Qin Xia was in deep thought.

The person in charge still stared at Qin Xia with his sparkling eyes.

He obviously thought that slaughtering the nobles was wrong and immoral. As a man who was promoted by a control-freak lunatic because of his obedience, he obviously did not have the cleverness to use torture to delay time or find an opportunity to escape.

"Yes." Qin Xia made an expression of sudden enlightenment, "If I were to slaughter nobles, wouldn't I be no different from those slaughterers?"

"Uh-huh." The person in charge nodded.

Qin Xia lowered his head, his expression gradually becoming painful, and he was obviously in torment and struggle in his mind.

The person in charge looked at Qin Xia with his head down, still using his eyes to morally interrogate Qin Xia.

But then, the person in charge noticed that Qin Xia suddenly raised his head slightly, and glanced at him with eyes that lasted for a thousand years.

"I'll go to you!"

Qin Xia jumped up, put his feet together, and kicked the person in charge into the library door ten meters away.

The person in charge rolled on the ground for more than ten meters before he stopped. The belt given by Tark that he wore for escape injected him with medicine, which quickly repaired his body.

"I never burn myself out, and I never torture myself morally."

Qin Xia walked past the person in charge with his head held high, his tone firm and arrogant.

"But don't think I have no morals. On the contrary, I think my moral standards are a beacon in this cesspool of a world and universe!"

“So I have a sense of confidence.”

"Everything I do is just. They are the embodiment of the noble moral principles of the spiritual level in the material universe. The waves and consequences caused by my actions, all the people and things I have changed, they are the embodiment of the abstract spiritual concepts of morality and justice in the material universe!"

“……” The person in charge got up and dared not say anything else.

"Shut up and stand there waiting. You have to fulfill and do whatever I ask of you." Qin Xia picked up a book and started reading.

"Chief Tark definitely didn't send you here to kill me." The person in charge still emphasized, "He asked you to kill his brother who came to see me today!"

Qin Xia was annoyed by the nagging. He frowned and stared at the page and replied impatiently: "I didn't come here specifically to be a killer, so I don't bother to figure out who to kill. Today you and that madman's brother will die together!"

“……” The person in charge was silent.

Qin Xia walked to the bookshelf, and scanned the bookshelf with sharp and eager eyes, reading the titles of books. Finally, his eyes fixed on a book placed in the most conspicuous position. He immediately reached out to take it out and quickly browsed through it in front of the person in charge.

In the eyes of the person in charge, Qin Xia read the book page by page at an astonishing speed, but his expression showed that he was serious, and it did not seem like he was trying to pretend that this immoral aristocratic butcher was educated.

Both of them were silent for a while.

The person in charge suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about my master's brother? What if he really sent you to kill his brother? Wouldn't you mess up the job?"

"I know where he is, I know what he is doing, and I have a hundred ways to make him come to me instead of me wasting time looking for him."

Qin Xia was still looking at the book.

The person in charge lowered his head helplessly, then raised his eyebrows, and was shocked to find a layer of frost on the surface of his shoes.

……

After a while.

Aaron Tark walked out of the suddenly opened door of the underground protective facility.

The fierce gunfire and shouting had stopped. No one knew where the invader was, but he had definitely killed all the hundreds of guards in the manor.

The best choice for Ailon now, the best choice that his mind can think of - is to run away. This is indeed the right choice. If Qin Xia were here, he would also think that Ailon's choice is completely correct.

However, when Aaron was escaping, he saw the corpses all over the ground and the extremely tragic battle situation. He couldn't help but feel more and more timid, and even began to wonder whether he should return to the underground facility.

But after hesitating for a long time, Aaron finally forced himself to wade through the corpses.

He ignored any forks in the road and walked straight ahead, his will telling him that was the right thing to do.

Slowly and quietly, the noble passed by the library and saw the lights inside.

Aaron looked around quietly and first saw the person in charge of the arena.

If the person in charge had not invited him to his home, he would not be behind bars tonight.

In front of the person in charge who was standing with his head down, under the huge bookshelf filled with books, a tall and sturdy figure nearly three meters tall and dressed in cool clothes stood there, holding a book in his hand.

"Come in, I was planning to catch you in the underground facility, but now you're here on your own."

Just as Ailon was about to leave quietly, he heard the words from the tall figure, and then he realized with shock that he had been discovered.

Aaron, who didn't think he could compete with the other party, walked into the library obediently.

The pale-faced person in charge turned his head and looked at Ailon. Ailon gave him a frightened look in return and then stood with the person in charge.

"You know, although I am a soldier, I really like reading and learning knowledge."

The tall figure turned around, his eyes fixed on the book in his hands.

Aaron recognized him instantly; he was the executioner who had killed all his sons in the arena.

Aaron, whose father and mother both have the surname Tark, has a poor memory, so the fact that he was able to recognize Qin Xia so quickly was due to Qin Xia's psychic power.

By devoting half of his concentration to sensing and locking onto Talke, he could simply influence his thinking. Although it was not enough to turn a person into a puppet, Qin Xia firmly believed that with a little development and time, this way of using psychic power would definitely be of great use.

"It must be him that my master wants you to kill!" The head of the arena reiterated, "He asked me to invite Ailon to the manor tonight!"

"This is your manor, not mine..." Aaron suppressed his fear and defended himself.

Although Ailon is a general.

But compared to the butcher in front of him who had left the magnificent manor littered with corpses and a river of blood, 99.9% of the enemies Aaron had dealt with in his life seemed weak and powerless.

Aaron didn't have the courage to face real warriors instead of the untouchables who brought disaster upon themselves because of a disapproving look.

"Which one of you is the noble he is talking about?"

Qin Xia faced Ailon and the person in charge, but his eyes were not on these two people.

He held the book in his right hand, staring at the page, and after waiting for a while to answer, he turned a page.

"This is his estate..." Aaron reiterated.

"It's my manor, for sure." The person in charge was as pale as a corpse, but he still managed to speak in a normal tone, "But you can tell with your toes that Lord Tark definitely didn't want to kill me. Lord Ailon came to visit today, and then Lord Tark sent you here. It's easy to guess the reason, right?"

"I was sent by your master?" Qin Xia's eyes fell on the person in charge.

The person in charge spread his hands, as if asking: Isn’t it?

"..."

Qin Xia looked down at the person in charge calmly.

Two seconds later, the person in charge's head exploded, and there was nothing on his neck. Qin Xia, looking down at him, could see his black metal spine exposed in the air.

Aaron was about to shout out something like "What the hell" when his head exploded.

Qin Xia glanced at the corpse on the ground, then turned expressionlessly to read other books.

He originally wanted to spare the life of the person in charge, but only until he left, because the person in charge was the owner of the manor and he must be very familiar with this place.

But Qin Xia decided that it would be better to kill them and have peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)