Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 10: Three Psychic Axes

"From now on, I will teach you to master your own talents."

Qin Xia seemed to have returned to his childhood.

In the hall of the White Scars Regiment, Qin Xia sat cross-legged.

The kind and friendly think tank sat cross-legged opposite.

"I heard that other people's psychic talents will appear passively when they are emotionally excited." Qin Xia looked at his palm, "But mine is not. My psychic talent is very stable, but the disadvantage is that I can't know what I am good at when I first show my psychic ability like others."

The think tank closed his eyes, feeling something, and said softly: "Indeed. I am good at prophecy. I often dreamed about the future when I was a child. At that time, I was a loading slave on the gun deck of a strike cruiser, and my master discovered my talent."

"Then you are very good at prediction." Qin Xia put down his hand and looked at the think tank, "I am not. I don't know what I am good at."

The Think Tank took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Then he opened his eyes.

The ethereal voice echoed in Qin Xia's ears.

"What do you want to be good at? You want to be good at using your biochemical abilities to revive the dead on a planet in the moment you lose control of your extreme emotions?"

"Or do you want to be good at attacking, and kill hundreds of thousands of people with a bolt of blue lightning when you lose control?"

"Is this good? This is not good."

The Think Tank closed his eyes again, but continued to lecture.

"Stability itself is a talent, a great talent. Even if you can only learn to cripple a person with lightning after training, you are still more powerful than a psyker who can instantly kill an entire legion, because you are stable."

"You don't have to worry about strength either. I will teach you."

Hearing that the think tank would teach him, Qin Xia nodded. He wanted to ask what the other party would teach him.

The Think Tank seemed to have predicted this problem: "I will teach you the three abilities that I am good at. I call them the three axes of psychic power."

"The three magic weapons of psychic power?" Qin Xia was curious.

"Prophecy, attack, healing. The most basic ones." The Librarian opened his eyes again. "If you are very smart, you will learn the first one after the transformation surgery to become a White Scar Astartes is completed, such as pinching someone's head."

Hearing this, Qin Xia smiled and said, "Maybe I learn faster. I have always had a guess that the thing I am good at with my psychic talent is learning, just like me... I used to do that."

"What's the past of a little brat like you? By the time you are able to kill people with your fighting brothers, you should be less than 18 years old." The think tank rolled his eyes at Qin Xia and continued to meditate.

Qin Xia smiled bitterly.

The two were silent for a while.

Qin Xia suddenly asked: "Why do you meditate? Is this a practice to strengthen your mental power? For example, you can make your spiritual power stronger through this method."

"No, I'm just used to it." The Librarian shook his head. "Your level of psychic talent is determined at birth. The psychic power doesn't even come from you, but from the subspace. What's the point of practicing it?"

"If the psychic doesn't have strong talent, will it always be like this, with no other options?" Qin Xia asked again.

"Yes, there is really no other way." The think tank replied, "But... everything about the subspace is unstable and uncertain, in a superposition state of ability and inability. Everyone has his or her own destiny. How high you can go is closely related to your destiny."

Qin Xia nodded thoughtfully: "Everything is determined by fate, and no one has any control over it?"

"Everything is fate, nothing is up to you."

The think tank said in a deep voice.

"Just like the name you inherited, Qin Xia, the Qiexue warrior when the war group was still a legion ten thousand years ago. Even though he was rescued, he still died. This is fate."

...Qin Xia opened his eyes.

After realizing that he was once again involuntarily lost in memories, Qin Xia rubbed his face to sober himself up.

look around.

Angron had fallen asleep, curled up against the wall.

Ono was squatting under the iron window, looking at the pendant around his neck.

The other gladiators also rested.

But when Qin Xia opened his eyes, Caesar, who was lying on the ground resting, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he sensed that Qin Xia could be disturbed.

"Awake?" Caesar stood up and walked over, looking at Qin Xia who was sitting cross-legged. "How strong are your athletic ability? What kind of witchcraft do you know?"

"Why are you asking this?" Qin Xia asked back.

"You want to run, right?" Caesar sat down and looked up at Qin Xia's face. "I feel that you should have very strong athletic ability. Every time I run out of the cell, I run slowly outside and then get caught. If it were you, you might be able to act quickly and figure out what security measures this damn place has."

When Caesar made this suggestion, Ono raised his head and said, "You let a strong man who is nearly three meters tall go for reconnaissance? Are you crazy again?"

"No! No!" Caesar shook his head vigorously, staring at Qin Xia with crazy eyes, "My father said you can do it, he said you can do it, you definitely can do it!"

Ono was already used to hearing Caesar call him "father".

This wasn't the first time he'd gone mad.

Qin Xia understood Caesar's condition better.

That is the reaction after hearing a certain sound. Some psychics are like this, they can hear things that others cannot hear, and see things that others cannot see.

Some psychics even regard the Emperor as a fantasy object, believing that the Emperor is always protecting them and chatting with them.

Whatever the cause of Caesar's "illness", he was right about one thing.

Qin Xia can indeed do it.

"I can do it. I can move very quickly without making any noise." Qin Xia said.

Caesar was pleasantly surprised: "You can indeed! That's great, that's great, my father is right."

"Then maybe we can give it a try." Ono stood up and walked to Qin Xia, saying seriously, "Caesar does have the ability to get you out of this cave. If you fail, you will be caught like him, because escaping and capturing is a game in itself. Sometimes we will even be deliberately released to escape."

"That's right, that's right!" Caesar nodded repeatedly. "Although you have a high probability of not being able to escape, we can at least collect information and accumulate experience. Those damn slave owners will pay the price for their arrogance!"

After thinking for a while, Qin Xia looked at Caesar and said, "Come with me. If you can bring a few more people, we can find a few who are the fastest to go out together. This way, we can collect information very efficiently."

"Add me in!" Ono raised his hand.

"Count me in." A sleeping blonde female gladiator next to her opened her eyes and raised her hand to sign up.

Caesar held up three fingers: "If you don't include me, I can only take four at most."

There is one more spot.

Qin Xia looked at Angron.

Angron, now awake, nodded firmly.

(End of this chapter)