Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 102 Today is different from the past

The Rebel soldiers began to plunder the arena.

The free people who had never received military training lined up in neat rows and marched in unison to the city of Mach.

The gladiators came to the place full of memories in the arena.

cave.

"Are you still living in this damn place?" Crest looked at the new gladiators.

The gladiators who had just been freed nodded one after another.

"When were you caught?" Kleist asked again.

"One week after you fought your way out of the arena." A tall and handsome gladiator stood out from among the new gladiators and saluted Crest. "You are my idol, ma'am."

Crest looked at the handsome and talking gladiator.

"Are you from the Gaul Mountains?" Yochula stood in front of Crest and looked at the black-haired man in front of him. "I heard that you are all barbarians."

The man was not angry. He looked at Yochula's thick blond hair and saluted politely: "Yes, the blond hair on your head means that you are slightly more civilized than us."

Yochula's face gradually became ugly.

The man looked at Qin Xia again and saluted again: "Since neither of us has black hair, I suggest that we should not compare our levels of civilization."

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not a Latin guy." Qin Xia thought to himself.

The High Knights of Nuceria are also divided into different groups.

They also often attack each other.

The high knights in the mountains beat the high knights in the plains.

Qin Xia was clear about this, he had also heard Yochula talk about his childhood.

At that time, Yochula and his mother were fishing for the slave owners in the artificial sea. From time to time, the barbarians from the Gaul Mountains would rush out and capture people to eat.

They are all slaves of the High Knights, but they also have hatred for each other.

"How is the battle going in the mountains?" Angron asked the new gladiator. "Before we attacked Mach City, we heard that the new head of the Tark family led his men to attack there."

"There are no more mountains, Lord God," he answered. "I was sold to this place after another ancient bomb left by the Mad King reduced my home and my enslaved people to ashes."

Angron thought for a moment and said slowly, "If you want to join the battle, then join the rebels and we will avenge the slave owners. If you don't want to, then go to Mach City and live a normal life. All of you are the same and can choose."

Half of the new gladiators raised their hands and chose to leave the arena and go to Mach City.

The remaining half remained silent and wanted to join the rebels.

All these new gladiators left, those who went to Mach City started their journey home, and those who chose to fight found officers to join the rebel army.

The only ones left in the cave were the old gladiators who had fought alongside Angron and Qin Xia.

“I miss this place.”

Angron walked slowly through the cave, knocking and looking everywhere.

"Because here is my greatest luck, which is the honor of meeting you."

"You have taken care of me, protected me, and fought alongside me until now."

"Except for this cave, there is no relatively safe place in this hell that I don't hate."

Everyone was silent as they listened to Angron's words.

They were thinking that their lives had changed here as well, and that their luck lay in meeting Angron here.

Qin Xia was thinking that no matter what, he had prevented Angron from being nailed and becoming a murderer.

Angron walked over to the window-like vent and looked out.

Qin Xia looked at Angron.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong with Angron.

When he was in the Colosseum cave, Angron was tall enough to touch the top of the vent.

But now Angron was too big to touch.

"Wait." Qin Xia mobilized his spiritual energy and began to measure Angron's height, then asked in surprise: "Why did you shrink?"

Angron looked back in confusion.

Qin Xia repeated the measurement many times and found that Angron had indeed shrunk a lot and was now about four meters six.

"You've shrunk more than 40 centimeters." Qin Xia was also confused.

"I thought I was the only one who felt that way, but it turns out he really has shrunk." Yochura looked around at the others. Angron also compared himself and confirmed that he had indeed shrunk.

"Have you noticed any difference between yourself and usual?" Qin Xia asked.

Angron thought carefully, and then gave his answer: "If there is a difference, it is that I feel more secure than before, and my desire for power is not as strong."

"What does this have to do with your height?" said Honor.

"Maybe there is some connection." Qin Xia frowned and thought.

He pondered over it over and over again, and then realized something.

That is Angron, who is actually a psyker as well.

Qin Xia realized that he had not noticed this.

Angron is indeed a psyker, but he cannot release psionic lightning or biochemical healing, but his talents show that he is indeed a psyker.

Similar to the spiritual power of the Orina sisters.

Plus, the Primarch was originally related to the Warp.

When Angron becomes insecure and craves power, he may grow larger and stronger.

If this unconscious psychic behavior could be tapped, it would be possible to turn Angron into a super giant.

"That's fine, actually." Qin Xia thought to himself, "No matter how much Angron shrinks, he is definitely higher than a certain Primarch who likes to create a country within a country. After all, he is not the last among his brothers."

Angron was not upset when he found out that he was shorter. Instead, he was happy because it made him look less like an outlier.

Even though Ono was second only to Qin Xia in height, others still treated him as a real human being.

"Let's get back to the point." Angron cleared his throat and brought the subject back. "I want to destroy the arena, but I want to move this cave away."

"The arena cannot be destroyed. There is a reason why I didn't drive the Titan to destroy it." Qin Xia said.

Angron looked surprised, but listened subconsciously.

"In the fortress territory, after the popularization of data tablets, a workshop was born. That workshop produces entertainment products, such as games and movies."

"The violent kind."

Qin Xia walked to the ventilation duct and looked down at the battle area of ​​the fighting arena.

"As a means of entertainment used to paralyze people, gladiatorial combat, which can be called a tool of domination, is not good."

"But the Nucerias love it from the bottom of their hearts, and the freedmen we rescued also love gladiatorial combat."

Hearing this, Angron lowered his head in thought.

Ono asked: "Then we can't keep gladiatorial combat, even if people like it. Do we still have to capture a group of people as gladiators, and then let them kill or be killed for the amusement of others?"

Qin Xia shook his head slightly but did not explain, looking at Angron.

Angron thought for a moment and looked up. “The fighting will remain, but we can transform it.”

Qin Xia nodded.

Angron continued to speak his mind.

"Expand this arena so that it can accommodate more and more people."

"The selection of gladiators was not done by capturing people and sending them in. Those who wanted to become gladiators could receive training and then participate in the competition, just like athletes."

"Gladiators were forbidden to kill each other in combat; they could only kill wild beasts and machines."

"We can already manufacture the various drugs used by the Royal Guards, and the first batch of military doctors in the fortress territory has also been trained. Now we can make it so that even if a person's artery is cut and left alone for ten minutes, he will not die."

"The gladiators could still fight fiercely like us, but they didn't have to die. If we had enough medicine at the time, no one would have to die either."

"Most of the money from the tickets sold at the Colosseum and the tips from the audience is given to the gladiators."

After saying that, Angron looked at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia smiled and nodded.

"Then this isn't a gladiator." Kleist said, "How can there be a gladiator who doesn't fight to the death and still earns a lot of money? This is different from us."

“That they are different from us is what matters,” Angron said. “The gladiators who come after us, the descendants of the enslaved and now free people, they must be different.”

Kleist thought about it and agreed.

"It is settled." Angron walked out of the cave. "We must continue the fight, but we must adjust our battle strategy. Many people are looking forward to the rescue of the Devourer."

(End of this chapter)