Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 9 High Knight

"knight?"

"What do they ride on to make you think they are gods?"

Angron stood up and looked puzzledly at those people who were holding their breath and concentrating. Just hearing the three words "High Knight" seemed to make them feel as if the temperature had suddenly dropped and they were suffocating with cold.

Qin Xia thought that those tall knights were not guys who literally rode on things to fight.

He didn't know the details of Nuceria, but he knew a lot about high knights, arenas, and anesthetics.

The handsome gladiator named Caesar thought Qin Xia didn't know what a tall knight was, so he started explaining to the two newcomers who didn't look like locals.

"The High Knight is not a knight who rides into battle on beasts of burden."

"Well... they might be riding something..."

"The High Knights, the high-ranking riders, each of them is unique, each of them possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, they are the gods of Nuceria."

"According to legend, gladiatorial combat is a ritual prepared by the gods for mortals, so some people think we are lucky because we have the honor to help the gods please mortals."

Caesar was obviously frightened when he said this, as if just mentioning these terms would cause excommunication from the "gods".

“Sounds like the kind of ghost stories I’d hear from my parents if I had them.” Angron shrugged. “If it’s one of those iron guys, I can’t imagine how to deal with them, but some mortals who pretend to be ghosts… I’ll rip their heads out.”

Angron thought that the guys who had captured him in the mountains that day were the High Knights.

In his opinion, those people are indeed very powerful.

But in reality, it was only the slave-hunting team that captured Angron.

"That's not playing tricks!"

A warning voice, almost a roar, reached Angron's ears.

Angron looked in the direction of the sound.

It's Ono.

This middle-aged man who was friendly to everyone now hunched his shoulders and stared at Angron with a cold gaze.

From him, Angron felt... fear, anger, hatred, inferiority, and grief.

"They are not playing tricks." Ono tried his best to soften his fierce tone. "I have seen them. I have seen them."

"A high knight."

Ono held up a finger.

"One. Just one High Knight."

"He fell from the sky, landing among hundreds of warriors."

"When he pulled out a toothpick-sized thing from his waist, he shook it gently."

"So many warriors... so many... they were shattered to pieces in an instant."

At this point, Ono was trembling all over.

In the eyes of others, Ono's trembling is fear, which is a normal behavior. This shows that he at least has a clear understanding of the High Knight. On the contrary, people like Angron who think that the High Knight is playing tricks are crazy in their eyes.

But Angron felt that Ono's trembling was not entirely due to fear.

This person may have a past that is different from others.

"It sounds like some kind of technology that uses gravity to crush the target, but it's miniaturized." Qin Xia speculated, "They are not gods."

He knew that the High Knights had a standard equipment called Silver Vine, which could be changed into any form and play any role.

As for the "toothpick" that Ono mentioned that could crush hundreds of people, Qin Xia had never seen it, but it was normal for the high knight to have such black technology.

"They are not gods?" Ono's bear-like body slowly sat down on the stone, and his eyes, separated by a scar on the bridge of his nose, stared at Qin Xia in shock, "Oh, they are indeed not. But the gods I am talking about are not in the religious sense." "If a person looks like a god and can do things that only gods can do."

"Then what else could he be if not God?"

Ono said these somewhat philosophical words.

This sentence reminded Qin Xia of the powerful psychic named Emperor: "Maybe he is an introverted social phobic born in Asia Minor."

Ono didn't understand what this meant, and he didn't want to figure it out.

In Angron's perception, this middle-aged man, this aging bear, was sinking like falling into the ocean, into fear and grief.

The others, after hearing and talking about the High Knight, also fell silent and hopeless.

"Okay, let's stop here." Qin Xia looked at Caesar, "You have tried to escape the most times among us. Everything you provide is very important. Thank you for sharing."

"It's my pleasure." Caesar stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, and glanced at everyone with pride while grinning.

No one appreciated Caesar's rooster-like proud look, although it was really hard to dislike him when his face made this expression.

The gladiators dispersed in groups of three or five again.

……

Qin Xia sat cross-legged on the cold ground.

Ono, who was sitting on a stone and in grief, saw him, so he stood up and pointed at the stone: "You can..."

"No, thank you." Qin Xia smiled and shook her head, crossing her legs together and resting her hands on her knees.

call--

As he exhaled a breath of foul air, Qin Xia entered a state of meditation as if he was sitting in meditation.

He began to think about how to break the impasse.

He had to leave here, this was Qin Xia's idea. He wanted to leave, he wanted to find a ship, cross the subspace and return to his own era.

Although I didn't want to admit it, even if everyone here joined forces, I'm afraid that not even half of them would be able to escape. But after Angron, the Primarch, came to the arena, the chances of escape increased.

There is another thing that can increase the chance of escape, and that is psychic power.

But Qin Xia didn't think that he could hide his psychic talent and use it at a critical moment to achieve an unexpected effect.

After he came in, he did not deny that he was a so-called wizard because he did not think that his psychic talent would go undetected.

When a slave-hunting team arrived in the desert, they saw an anesthetic man lying on the ground, wearing nothing, and surrounded by fragments of the previous slave-hunting team.

Even a fool would have realized that it was psychic powers that reduced the last slave-hunting team to dregs.

But even so, psychic power is also a useful tool to help escape from the current situation. At least it can do things that hundreds or thousands of people cannot do.

There is another psychic among the gladiators named Caesar.

Qin Xia felt that his psychic abilities could be combined with Caesar's abilities.

Then, Qin Xia began to think about each of his abilities and their uses.

So far, after spending fifteen years in this universe, he only possessed three abilities.

These three abilities were learned from the White Scars' think tank.

Uncontrollable short-term clear prediction.

Release psychic energy in the form of attack.

Treat injuries.

(End of this chapter)