Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 5 The Most Unlucky Primarch

The boy stood with about a hundred slaves.

The frightened and panicked expressions of these people showed that they were all "newcomers", but they were not as lucky as Qin Xia.

After they were given anesthesia and sent to the arena, they woke up not in the gladiators' residence, which was the big cave where Qin Xia was now, but directly in the battle area in the center of the arena.

No one would think that Qin Xia was lucky. Among the gladiators, those kind-hearted people like Ono would only think that the arena had special arrangements for Qin Xia.

"I have citizenship, I am not a slave! Let me out!"

"They're going to make us... make us fight each other here!"

"God, why did you send me to this hell?"

"..."

The people in the battle area fell into panic under the gaze of the spectators, some cried and complained, and some questioned the gods of Nuceria.

The boy is in it.

He was panicked and frightened, but he didn't whine.

Because what made him feel even more uncomfortable than this unfamiliar environment were the extremely heavy negative feelings he felt.

Fear, anger, sadness... these emotions were like a rushing river, pouring into the boy's head in a way that the boy could not even see.

But besides these negative emotions, there are also some different emotions that teenagers can feel.

Carnival, joy, excitement, bloodthirstiness...

The boy didn't know why he had such conflicting emotions, nor did he know where these emotions came from. He could only feel their existence and their invasion of his own feelings.

Being in such a torturous environment, the boy even began to miss and yearn for the environment before he came to the arena.

It was a cold mountain.

There were two of his worst memories so far.

The boy’s first painful memory of the mountains was running wildly in them.

Those strange-looking people were chasing him from behind, attacking him with a strange object that shot darts like darts.

Whenever the sound of a dart breaking through the air rang in my ears, I would feel great pain in my body.

The boys who were shot by the darts ran while crying.

But he still took revenge on those strange enemies. He picked up some stones while running, turned around and threw them back while crying.

Until there were fewer and fewer pursuers, he turned around and killed them.

After smashing a man's helmet with a stone, he observed the face under the helmet and saw a man with pointed ears who did not look like a human.

For some reason, at that moment, a word emerged in the boy's consciousness: "Aida people".

This is my first bad memory of the mountain.

The second memory was that I was found by another group of people, who then knocked me unconscious with something and sent me to this hellhole.

These memories are painful. Even when living in those high mountains without being threatened by enemies, the barrenness and terrifying beasts there could not bring a single bit of peace.

But compared to this hellhole now, those mountains are simply heaven.

At least in that remote place there wouldn't be so much pain, fear, ecstasy, excitement, and a sensory storm of all kinds of emotions coming together.

"Are you all awake?"

"very good!"

A sphere suddenly fell from the sky and circled back and forth among the slaves who were about to face brutal combat in the fighting area of ​​the arena.

At the same time, this weird thing also emits words full of excitement and expectation, just like a host speaking on his own show.

"The audience."

"These idiots must have thought we were going to let them fight each other in the arena, but actually... well, actually we were."

"But the form of the fight is different from usual."

"Everyone on Nuceria is welcome to enjoy a unique fight on this unique day, the way of which is..."

The host, speaking through the sphere, drawled out his tone.

"Evil evil evil evil evil - Tears of the Devil! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" As soon as the words fell, the ground in the fighting area of ​​the Colosseum suddenly shook.

Then a tall tower rose up not far away, and from all directions there were sounds of something turning on, followed by liquid rushing towards the center of the arena.

As the liquid rushed over the red sand, even the blood that had been deposited on the sand for many years was vaporized.

The boy realized that the liquid was corrosive, and he immediately turned to look at the tall tower that had just risen not far away.

Not only the young man, everyone else also looked towards the tall tower, and then everyone ran towards the tower together.

People climbed up the tower.

At first, people helped each other. The young supported the old, two people pulled up one person, and the mother sent her child up first...

But the liquid soon swept in. It looked like it was manipulated by some strange technology. It accumulated without any volume and then spread upward under the tower.

The higher the tower, the fewer people can stand on it.

As people began to climb higher, the relationships between them became increasingly brutal.

From helping each other to shouting and spitting at each other, to pushing each other, and then to deliberately pushing each other into the liquid below, watching some unlucky guy vaporize in an instant with a cruel smile on his face.

The boy also wanted to live, so he climbed up as well.

His body was like a powerful engine that never stopped. He easily climbed to a height where everyone else would have to take a few breaths and slow down.

Until Liquid and the others reached the highest point where only one person could stand.

Someone tried to push the boy down, but that person tried too hard and failed to move the boy at all, and fell down instead.

Whenever someone dies or feels desperate in a desperate situation, the boy feels the same way, but he wants to live, and the desire to survive forces him to fight back.

The boy started fighting with the others.

He didn't want anyone to fall into the liquid and be corroded by pain, so he adopted a simpler and more direct method to end the pain of others.

Smash the head with one punch, break the neck...

Until finally, the young man was the only one left at the top of the tower.

The liquid stopped spreading and the audience's cheers reached a climax.

People were celebrating and cheering for the winner.

The boy felt many emotions of excitement, admiration, and praise. Those emotions, which clearly came from vicious people, diluted the pain he had felt before, so his sadness gradually dissipated. He just looked at the audience in confusion, not understanding why those people felt happy to see others die.

"Oh, look, here comes the final winner!"

The sphere floated to the boy's side.

"This is the prince from the mountains! This is the slave who is considered to have the best chance of winning this fight!"

"Those who bet on him wisely earlier, those who bet on others and missed out on the prize, sorry, I don't have time to congratulate or console you for now, because now I want to hear the winner's declaration!"

The sphere flew directly opposite the boy.

Lights descended from the sky and gathered on the boy.

"Tell me, tell us, shout it out loud, what is your name, Prince of the Mountains?!"

The boy was silent.

"Well, he doesn't have a name."

"How can a mountain savage who was drugged by a slave capture team, a freak, have his own name?"

"Let me name this slave."

The sphere danced around Angron.

"Since you were captured by the Turk family... and considering your performance..."

As he spoke, fireworks rose and exploded in the arena.

A name was shouted out by the host on the other side of the sphere in a roaring voice.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—Angron!”

"Angron Tark!"

(End of this chapter)