Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 608 Shopping

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Inside the arena.

All contestants enter from passages on both sides of the vast circular battle field.

On one side were about a hundred Dark Eldar warriors armed with a variety of weapons.

On one side was a huge group of creatures of all races, holding crudely made weapons. But in order to prevent them from dying in the arena when they didn't even know what the weapons were, the arena specially arranged weapons for them according to their race.

For example, the Hruds were given Hrud flintlock rifles. However, their entropy field was contained by the collars around their necks. Judging from this treatment method, it is clear that this is not the first time that the arena has "invited" the Hruds to participate in the battle.

Angron was holding two chain axes in his hands, weapons he named Widowmakers. When he came out of the cave, these two Primarch-exclusive weapons were placed on the weapon rack.

The Blood Drinkers did not get the weapons they had been using since the uprising. Those various ancient weapons should still be in the hands of the Dark Eldar. They were using weapons such as chainswords, power swords, and bolters.

The Primarch stood at the front of the team.

The blood drinkers habitually guard the Primarch's perimeter.

Lilith and Gusa's warriors stood in the line of blood drinkers, and they were the "weapons" in Angron's plan.

The two teams stood 200 meters apart.

The Blood Axe Clan warrior disassembled the crude weapon in his hand into parts, put them on the ground and assembled them, creating a battle axe with jet holes on the blade.

"Can you use this ability on my two weapons?" Lilith handed two simple daggers to the general.

She actually thought it was impossible, but because the greenskin in front of her was too special, she still wanted to try her luck.

It is difficult for other races to use the weapons of the greenskins, because the weapons of the greenskins generally work normally due to the power of my thoughts. It is not that creatures without the power of my thoughts cannot use them, but they just have to rely on luck...

The general took the dagger and easily formed a ball of metal with his hands. Then he pulled the metal like plasticine, shaping it into two daggers with a decomposition field.

Its thinking power is obviously stronger. The weapons it creates are not only advanced, but also conform to the scientific theorems of the real universe to a certain extent, so even if aliens use them, there will be no problems.

“Angron.” Yochura nudged the Primarch in the waist with his elbow. “Look at the defenses around the arena…”

There are a large number of turret-like devices arranged around the arena, and there are also security personnel standing guard armed with a kind of spirit bone rifle.

Yochula thought it was unlikely that the group could force their way out.

Angron merely glanced at the arrangements, then closed his eyes. “I only care about the mood of this arena.”

Angron reads the emotions and thoughts of every living being.

The bloodlust of the audience was joyful.

The anger and fear of the participants.

After sensing this, the Primarch smiled and said, "The weapons in the hands of those security personnel are singularity rifles, which can fire singularities."

Yochula was stunned.

"He's not kidding," Lilith said. "The Singularity Rifle is just the most common weapon in the defensive deployment. You are now in the hub of the Webway of the Ancient Elven Empire, but don't think that this place is as backward and barren as the Craft World of our weak relatives."

“Yes, the defenses here could kill us all in two seconds, and make a sieve out of me,” Angron said. “But it’s no use, the defenses here are useless.”

Lilith frowned and thought, then smiled silently and shook her head helplessly.

While the three were talking, the host in the arena introduced the participants of the battle.

After the introductions, the competition was officially announced to begin.

The audience's accumulated anticipation flooded into Angron's perception, and when he saw the one hundred Dark Eldar warriors on the opposite side begin to advance, most of the creatures among the thousands of people on his side felt despair.

The Eldar who were sold here, whether they were Ark Eldar or Dark Eldar, felt resentment and hatred.

Those Ark Eldar were eager to use their psychic powers to kill all their opponents immediately.

Normally, they can do it.

The Dark Eldar are forbidden to use psychic powers. Even if a hundred battle-hardened warriors encounter an Eldar psychic who is far inferior to the level of a prophet on the battlefield, they will all disappear from the face of the earth in an instant because of psychic spells.

But the Ark Eldar were wearing collars, and the dog chains connected to the collars had the effect of suppressing psychic power.

"They're coming!"

Someone shouted, and the creatures that Angron had arranged to stand in the front row to fight rushed forward.

The pendants on the dark elf warriors opposite flashed with light, and all of them instantly crossed dimensions and came among the people they were about to slaughter.

The mere effectiveness of this magical little device rendered Angron's arrangements meaningless.

The female Dark Eldar warrior holding two swords started slaughtering all the creatures. In the time it took humans to catch their breath, dozens of Hrud were killed by her. The others could only recall the dodging movements of the female warriors after they slowly reacted.

"Wu Ling."

Angron sensed the identities of those female warriors from Lilith's mind beside him.

They are members of an organization called the Witch Cult in the Dark Eldar society. They believe in warfare and usually take the initiative to enter the arena to kill people, presenting the most cruel and exciting visual feast for the bloodthirsty audience.

A dozen witch spirits rushed in front of the blood drinkers.

In the initial battle, the blood drinkers can resist the attack of the witch spirits, and then after becoming familiar with the opponent's attack methods, they will deal with the witch spirits with their best and most commonly used method in battle - unity.

Yochula was busy blocking with the power sword in hand, while the blood drinkers around him were looking for opportunities to launch sneak attacks on the witch spirit.

Seeing the right moment, a blood drinker stepped forward and kicked the witch spirit's right leg in half, then retreated into the formation when he was targeted by other witch spirits. The witch spirit whose leg he kicked in half was hacked to death when he fell to the ground.

In Nukeriya, this kind of gang-up fighting style would often be met with boos from the audience.

But in Comoros, this more sinister fighting style won strong applause from the audience, who applauded, screamed and ridiculed the witches who were beaten to death.

The blood drinkers resisted the attack of the witch spirits, and then took the initiative to attack in turn, forming a dense battle formation and moving across the arena like a harvester, killing all the witch spirits in less than two minutes.

Angron looked at the Dark Eldar warriors who were slaughtering other combatants. The Blood Drinkers who were observing Angron's reaction regularly judged his intentions from his eyes, and then moved towards the enemies as a whole.

After the battle started again, Lilith would occasionally jump out by stepping on the shoulder of a blood drinker, killing one person, and then flip back nimbly.

Gusa's generals did not run out to fight alone, but followed behind the battle formation and were responsible for dealing with those enemies who wanted to outflank them.

The Cabal warriors who participated in the games were given the best armor, and the armor they wore was also their reward. As long as they won the battle used to select new battle slaves for the arena, they could take the armor away after the battle.

This armor looked no different from the armor commonly used by conspiracy warriors, but because of the different material, it could withstand a battle axe chopped down by a ten-meter-tall beast with all its might.

The warrior chopped the enemy's armor with his axe, but did not wrestle with it. Instead, he pulled the trigger on the axe handle. The nozzle on the axe blade blasted out energy shocks, shaking the enemy in the armor into pieces.

This kind of weapon with targeted effects was not specially designed, and the general did not know what equipment or capabilities the enemy had. He just had an idea when he was rubbing the weapon - I think I have to make a weapon that can have miraculous effects in the next battle.

The battle proceeded in an orderly manner.

Angron was surrounded from beginning to end. As the most powerful person present, he did not achieve any results.

But that was because the Primarch was brewing.

In perception, every living being around the battlefield is connected.

When the Primarch felt that it was almost time, he suddenly walked up to Lilith, stretched out his hand to pull Lilith back when she was about to jump out of the battle formation, and activated his ability.

Lilith suddenly fell into a hallucination and found herself in the subspace. A giant eye was suspended not far away, and its pupil was staring at her.

Everything in the past was reflected in the pupil of the giant eye.

All the negative emotions that had occurred in this life surged in Lilith's heart, making her cry, scream, and gnash her teeth...

But after a few seconds, all these negative emotions suddenly disappeared, along with the haze that was weighing on her heart.

An unprecedented sense of relief came over me.

Lilith was the only Dark Eldar Angron encountered, and he gained insight into a Dark Eldar's upbringing in Commorragh, as well as some of the negative emotions they feared most.

This so-called fear does not mean being afraid, but refers to the emotion that they try their best to suppress in order to avoid losing their survival due to provoking others, similar to the anger that arises in the heart and the evil that comes from the courage.

Through his insight into Lilith, Angron knew what means to use.

The negative emotions lingering in the hearts of all the combatants on the battlefield were instantly eliminated, and everyone's mind fell into peace, with only positive emotions such as fighting.

The negative emotions that were extracted were transformed and transmitted to the audience and security personnel who Angron took some time to connect with.

"Kill them!"

"Kill! Do it!"

"WAAAGH!!!!"

Brutal killings are still taking place on the battlefield.

Everyone in the audience still felt happy and satisfied.

But negative influences have long seeped into all of this.

The security personnel who were watching the battle while aiming at the battlefield suddenly became more and more angry, and hatred surged in their hearts.

How can these spectators come to watch the competition? How can they have the leisure time? Don’t they have to face the competition of intrigue and deception?
The security captain is such a bastard, how many people have been bullied by him?

None of the management in the arena are good people. The treatment we receive is worse than that of the alien slaves tied to dog chains around them!
Damn it...

This kind of resentment could be easily suppressed under normal circumstances, but not now, because these negative emotions were amplified hundreds and thousands of times, which was fatal to the Eldar with extremely keen senses.

"You like watching the game?" A security guard suddenly unlocked the fixed turret and turned the muzzle to aim at the audience. "I'll let you watch!"

He pulled the trigger.

A singularity appeared in the audience seats, and all the audience nearby were torn to pieces by the singularity.

Even the security personnel began to target their colleagues.

The superiors bully the subordinates...now we need revenge and vengeance.

A security guard holding a rifle raised his weapon, but was stabbed in the head with a dagger by his subordinate next to him.

The safest place in the arena suddenly becomes the most chaotic and dangerous.

Even the Dark Eldar warriors who were fighting on the battlefield started to kill each other because of their hatred which was magnified a hundred times, totally ignoring the Blood Drinkers who were eyeing them covetously.

"I see……"

Lilith looked stunned as she scanned the entire chaotic scene.

She understood now why Angron had said the defenses were useless.

Because instead of facing those defenses, instead of attacking with firepower that could kill everyone, the operators of those horrific weapons that were enough to kill a Primarch would just kill each other.

"Get out of here!" Angron pointed to the path leading to the battle arena.

All the creatures that did not sacrifice much in the battle rushed into the road and moved along the road to the outside of the arena.

They encountered many security personnel along the way, but these arena security personnel were fighting each other, and Angron deliberately magnified their hatred for each other.

As they passed the cave that the arena had built specifically for Angron, a Dark Eldar stood in front of a pile of weapon boxes, waiting.

"Why are you here so late?" the man said as he made way.

The creatures stepped forward and opened the equipment box.

The blood drinkers found ancient weapons looted during the uprising war.

Other creatures also found weapons and equipment that suited them.

Lilith took out the dagger from the box and looked at the fellow standing near the equipment box with some doubt, thinking that this guy was an insider hired by Angron.

Actually it is not.

That man was just a person sent to the arena. He belonged to the second largest conspiracy group in Comoros. He came here under the instructions of his master to provide as much help as possible and ensure that these people who had great destructive power to Comoros could escape from the arena.

Angron was assigned together with the Blood Drinkers, and unlike the Ark Eldar, he was not equipped with any artifacts that suppressed his psychic energy. The equipment that was delivered to him now was all the work of that conspiracy group.

The Primarch had never contacted or planned with any Dark Eldar before, but one side obviously wanted to enter Commorro to do something big, while the other side wanted to take advantage of this matter, reaching an extremely tacit understanding and coincidence.

"Hey, kill Victor, you should be able to read where he is from my mind." The man who delivered the equipment suddenly spoke.

Victor is the ruler of Comoros.

"We will," Angron nodded. "And we will kill your masters and destroy this dark city. You will play with fire and get burned."

"You can't do it." The man just smiled, gradually retreated into the shadows and disappeared, "Let's be realistic. You and my masters can each get what we need. Isn't that good?"

(End of this chapter)