Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 62 Urgent Situation
"You don't deserve any sympathy at all!"

When the fluorescence in Qin Xia and Talke's eyes faded, Angron roared angrily.

The Primarch's roar even stirred up the dust on the ground.

When Qin Xia retrieved the things from Tark's head just now, Angron also felt the emotions revealed by those things. Those strong and extremely detailed emotions allowed him to deduce most of the things.

"You mean... I am equally cruel to slaves and untouchables?" Tark squinted at the Primarch, "No, although I also wield the butcher knife against them, I love them. This is the biggest difference between how I treat them and how I treat my family."

"I love them, so I let them go."

"I love them, so those among them who have passed the test of suffering can follow me, but I also have mercy on these people, because if they follow me, they will struggle in this hell with me, and they will not be freed for the time being."

Turk's expression was sad and gentle.

"My slaves... they have all been screened through suffering and torture, so I treat them well."

"Such a noble, strong companion who trudged through hell with me..."

At this point, Turk paused for a moment and shed two lines of tears.

“These fellow travelers… How could I bear to… continue to abuse and demand too much from them after they have passed the screening?”

Angron was stunned.

The Primarch's brain was nearly overloaded.

The extreme and terrifying emotions coming from Tal'k filled the Primarch with fear from the bottom of his heart.

"When this hell disappears in the future, I will write a book." Turk opened his arms like a saint. "In a peaceful and tranquil Nuceria, future generations will know my purpose and my great cause through my book."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Xia asked with a smile: "What book do you want to write? "Super Madman in Action"? "

Tark immediately cast a dissatisfied look at Qin Xia: "You have read my mind but you still don't trust me? How can I gain a friend like you, a fellow traveler like Brown and my other slaves?"

Qin Xia was silent for a moment.

Turk waited for the answer.

Brown looked at Qin Xia nervously, afraid that he might accidentally drive Turk crazy again.

But after thinking about it, Qin Xia raised a finger and said, "I have one condition. From now on, you will make weapons and equipment for the gladiators. Don't make them advanced. Just make them with good materials and simple functions."

Turk saw a glimmer of hope and tilted his head to ask, "And you will join my cause?"

"Of course." Qin Xia nodded and stretched out his hand, "Let's go together."

……

"Only a fool would work with this lunatic."

"This madman won't live long. I've worked with him before, and I might get retaliated against. We have to plan to run away quickly."

The sandstorm has dissipated.

Qin Xia, Angron, Tark and Brown sat on a plane made of stones and headed towards the city of Desia.

Kleist, still unconscious, lay in the trunk of the plane.

Tark touched his ring, and the ring used the stones in the desert to piece together an airplane, which Brown could actually drive.

Qin Xia, sitting in the back seat, was communicating with Angron using psychic power.

“But you just said you wanted to help him.” Angron was puzzled.

"I have to find a way to get us some weapons support." Qin Xia calmly conveyed the message to Angron, "I can guarantee that this madman will not survive this year. We must prepare early and leave the arena."

"But you said before that the Arena is the less terrifying corner of hell. If we leave the Arena hastily, we will most likely die." Angron asked. "Yes, it is still the same now." Qin Xia nodded, "But I thought of a good place to make up for the difference in numbers and equipment. In addition..."

Qin Xia suddenly stopped communicating using psychic energy.

The reason was that he had originally wanted to explain it to Angron in a simple sentence, but then he felt that the Primarch should learn to analyze and think.

With this purpose in mind, Qin Xia began to explain his ideas to Angron in detail.

"I concluded that Turk would not live long."

Qin Xia already knew from Tark's mind how this madman ruled others.

He tortures everyone equally.

The way Tark manages the nobles is the same as the way the High Knights manage the untouchables, that is, through Brown's superior individual combat power and the crushing advantages of the advanced technological creations he uses, he rules the power from top to bottom.

This is the same as how the High Knights treated the untouchables. Tark treated others with the same attitude as the High Knights treated the untouchables.

But the difference is that the untouchables really have no way to resist Tark, while those high knights among the nobles who also possess advanced technological creations are not absolutely unable to resist.

Even the slaves and untouchables who were suffering cruel hardships would not support him, and the attitude of the nobles can be imagined.

Under Tark's rule, the desperate members of the Tark family will eventually take the path of rebelling against Tark. Those other high knight families that have grudges against Tark have probably already been targeting Tark.

With the cooperation from both inside and outside, Turk is doomed to die.

"Uniting the majority of people and turning them into friends and helpers is the truth," Qin Xia concluded to Angron. "But Tark is just the opposite. He slaughters and abuses everyone equally. He is still alive because the technological creations he uses are too powerful, and because the stone man named Brown is too powerful."

In addition, Qin Xia has another basis for making such a judgment.

That is, Tark existed when Angron was less than five years old, and when Angron grew up, Nuceria remained unchanged.

This only means that Turk will be killed by someone else.

Looking at Tark from the perspectives of analyzing the current situation and inferring the future outcome, Qin Xia is certain that this madman will not live long.

"Then we must be prepared." Angron sighed after thinking it over and over again.

The plane landed quickly in the city of Desia. After sending Tark home, Brown flew the plane to send Qin Xia and Angron.

When they arrived at the arena and were about to say goodbye like last time, Brown suddenly called Qin Xia.

"Tark can make Nukeria return to the paradise it once was, right?"

"If not, then I support you."

Brown said so.

"He doesn't want Nukeria to return to the amusement park it was tens of thousands of years ago." Qin Xia said, "Whether you believe it or not, I can tell from his mind that he has no such intention. He is deceiving you."

Brown frowned. "What about you? What do you think? Wouldn't it be good to turn Nukeria back into an amusement park? I just want this hell to return to the paradise it once was, where humans have fun and the stone men and iron men serve them, just like the purpose for which these two groups of stone men and iron men were created... This is my dream. If you agree with me, I will stand on your side."

"Nukeria may become anything." Qin Xia looked at Brown seriously, "but it will never become the so-called paradise you mentioned. Your home, your creators, and most of your compatriots have disappeared together. You will never be able to find them again."

Hearing this, Brown left in anger.

With every step the stone man took, his anger would dissipate a little and his head would lower a little.

Until the end, Brown looked like a lonely and sad child.

Qin Xia spread his hands helplessly and opened his mouth to say something comforting, but he didn't know what to say.

Brown got off the plane again, carried the unconscious Crest into Angron's arms, then returned to the plane and drove away.

(End of this chapter)