Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 100: Fully Fledged
"The battle is over."

Angron's head appeared above the projection device on the cockpit throne.

Qin Xia nodded: "It's over."

Angron nodded as well, looking down with a frown on his face. “I had imagined that the battle of Desia would be very intense, with infantry sieges and infiltrations and assassinations… but…”

As a result, when everyone arrived here, they found that the city of Desia was in a mess.

The resistance was not fierce at all, the Guards were quickly defeated by the infantry, and the High Knights were quickly defeated by the gladiators.

But Qin Xia was not surprised at all: "Since we attacked the territory of the Murray family, the difficulty of the battle has dropped drastically. We have grown like a snowball and gained strength. After the battle just now, we were able to equip more gladiators with the equipment of the high knights. I have to express my doubts whether we can fight the next battle."

"That's a good thing." Angron smiled. Just when he was about to say that such a quick battle would not affect many civilians and slaves to be rescued, he suddenly remembered the environment he was in.

Qin Xia and Angron never had the opportunity to observe carefully how prosperous the city of Desia was.

The first time they had been able to get a glimpse of the largest city in Nuceria was during the Revolt at the Colosseum.

Qin Xia was looking at Dexia, where flames were rising to the sky, from his office.

Then, everyone flew away on the anti-gravity aircraft and looked at Desia.

At that time, everyone only caught a glimpse of a corner of Desia - a huge and hopeless city wall gradually collapsed in the beam of light shot by the tall knight.

Then, the Mad King Tark was destroyed along with his enemy by detonating the engineering bomb that Brown had found for him.

The city has now become scattered ruins around a huge pit, and people in it even doubt whether this is the rumored world-desired city - Desia.

"The City of World Desire..." Qin Xia recalled what he had read about Desia in the books stored on the data board. "This damn place is now in ruins. In the future, it will at best become a tourist attraction or something."

"I wanted to transform this place." Angron looked very disappointed. "I wanted to use this city and the people in it to prove that we are not a group of destroyers. We can build and bring better order, but the High Knights destroyed this place before we did."

"We can indeed build it." Qin Xia looked around with his psychic vision, "If you want to know if there is a way to rebuild a Desia city, there is, but it's not that simple."

Angron looked at Qin Xia's holographic face in the tank.

Qin Xia looked at Angron's face.

Sister Orina remained silent, standing in a corner of the cockpit.

In the silence, Angron's holographic face suddenly changed from sadness to a grin of joy.

Brown squeezed into the comms.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Brown released the control over the holographic device, changing Angron’s holographic face from grinning to its original appearance. “You have to go to the arena, because the fights are still going on there, and because of the arrival of the rebels, the controllers there have started killing the gladiators.”

Qin Xia's body trembled when he heard Brown's words, and the spiritual energy of the Divine Knight surged again, and he ran towards the arena.

"Are you kidding or are you serious?"

"The arena is still there? And it's still there now?"

Angron jumped out of the tank, broke away from the team and ran towards the arena.

The gladiators witnessed this and immediately followed.

"I was surprised too." Brown, who was far away in the fortress territory, had codes flashing in his eyes. "I was curious about the situation at the arena, so I hacked into the equipment here to check. I found that the fights were still going on, but they were just stopped. The slave owners started killing the gladiators."

……

The Colosseum of Desia City.

Maggot Eyes float above the combat zone.

The man who controlled the Maggot Eye stood on the red sand battlefield, with a row of guards behind him.

The gladiators who were fighting just now were tied up by the electric locks released by the Maggot Eye and could not move.

More guards were scattered throughout the audience, controlling everyone in the venue.

The security omnics have disappeared, because ever since the gladiators at the Bodesia Arena escaped with the help of the omnics, it is hard for anyone to believe that those omnics will stand firmly on the side of the slave owners as before.

"No one is allowed to leave. I say no one is allowed to leave." The host stood on the red sand, but spoke with the eyes of a maggot.

His throat is connected to a device that transmits words to the Maggot Eye, and his tongue is replaced by a cable extending from the device.

"When you little nobles came to the Colosseum to seek refuge after the destruction of Desia, did I refuse?"

"When the untouchables among your audience and the slaves who came with their masters came to seek shelter, I didn't refuse them, did I?"

The host looked around at the densely packed audience.

"I just asked you to watch the fights, and you watched until today. And now you want to run away just because the City Devourer is coming?"

"I admit."

"The City Devourers are terrifying, but what's the difference between them and the pariah knights from thousands of years ago? Will gladiatorial combat be abolished if they come, and slaves no longer have to be slaves?"

The host looked absolutely deranged.

No one in the audience could listen to what he said, but they had to listen.

Except for a few crazy people who were unwilling to leave the arena after the destruction of the city of Desia, most of these spectators were forced to be spectators in the arena.

During this time, the host became the master of the arena. He continued to select gladiators, maintain the fights, and continue to explain the fights every day.

It's like nothing has changed.

The host added, "You think the high knights outside are scary, the city devourers are scary, or they are very good to some of your pariahs and slaves... but I am also very good to you, and I am also scary to you."

After saying this, the host raised his hand and pointed his slender index finger at a slave in the audience.

He just started a riot and wanted to kill his master.

The slave's face turned pale, he covered his throat and suffocated to death.

The host pointed to another slave.

The slave held his throat and suffocated to death.

Next……

Until the tenth.

The host slowly lowered his hand and smiled, "You seem to have forgotten that I am also a high knight."

"You're dead!" The gladiator next to him yelled to the host, "The City Devourer is coming, you will all be killed! All of you! Even if we die, you will be buried with us! Remember..."

The gladiator suffocated to death.

The host pointed his finger at the gladiator's body, slowly moved his finger, and pointed at the next gladiator.

"Don't you want to continue performing and watching? Well, then go to hell, you are useless."

The host killed another person.

Sometimes he raised his hand and pointed at someone in the audience who had just shouted and caused trouble, and sometimes he pointed at a gladiator.

He killed and counted at the same time, shocking those who were afraid of the unknown power.

"Twenty-nine."

"thirty."

"thirty-one."

"thirty……"

When the thirty-second person was about to be killed, Angron crashed through the gate leading to the fighting area of ​​the arena and continued to charge like a truck, smashing the host to pieces.

(End of this chapter)