Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 13 Adventure
"Speaking of wizards." Ono changed the subject, because no one could give an answer to this topic. "Just now, when Maggot Eye came in, he said that the only wizard was dead. It seems that the people outside don't know that you are a wizard."

"Psychic." Qin Xia corrected, and then expressed his opinion: "I think he is pretending. I am very sure that people outside will know that I am a psychic."

"You have never concealed the fact that you are a wizard from the beginning. A psychic." Ono frowned. "This may be because you don't think you can hide your ability, but what if people outside really don't know that you are also a wizard?"

Qin Xia and Ono looked at each other, and after two seconds of silence, he asked, "If you came to a place and found a person and hundreds of body parts lying on the ground, and there was no sign of a long and fierce battle at the scene, how would you think the person lying among the body parts killed hundreds of people?"

"Use witchcraft." Ono answered subconsciously.

"It's obvious." Qin Xia nodded. "It should be another slave-catching team that sent me to the arena. If they found me, there's no way they didn't know that I'm a wizard."

"What if someone deliberately conceals the truth for you?" Ono asked again, "For example, if the captain of the slave-hunting team is your acquaintance, friend, or you know someone in the upper echelons of the arena, my good brother, he can't stop you from being sent to the arena, but at least he can help you conceal the fact that you are a wizard."

"Ha." Qin Xia smiled and said nothing more.

But he had to admit that if the premise was that people outside really didn't know that he was a wizard, then someone must have been hiding something.

But there was no reason for anyone to help him hide it, so it was more likely that the "only wizard" was the host playing tricks and coming up with a bad idea to play a trick on the gladiators.

In order to increase the ratings of the fights and to increase the drama of the side show in the arena...

"My friend, if your ability is dangerous, like Caesar's, then I personally think you should be more cautious." Ono said sincerely, "You said before that you are a well-educated person. You understand the technology that is monopolized by the high knights in Nuceria, so maybe you can invent something..."

"Invention?" Qin Xia was in a complicated mood because of Ono's idea. "I need a laboratory, I need materials, and I need a lot of equipment. I can't get these things at all."

"I thought it was simple. I thought you could just get some random things and bang them together to make a weapon." Ono recalled the movies he watched with his friends in the slums when he was a child, "Just like what was shown on the holographic projection."

Qin Xia didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and muttered something in his heart.

"When I traveled here, it wasn't like the book I read before I came here, where I started by fusing with a star god."

Even though Angron could not hear these words from his heart, the two men were unable to offer any practical consolation and could only remain silent.

……

"You can detect that my psychic power is very stable, so can you tell me how stable it is, what my psychic talent is like, and what my soul projection in the subspace is like? Can you help me understand my talent and ability in depth, and then I can..."

"Sorry, kid. I can't. I can simply sense that you are stable. My prophecy revealed your existence to me, revealed that you used psychic powers to kill several traitor soldiers who wanted to kill you under extreme circumstances, and revealed that your psychic powers would not go out of control even under extreme anger. But deeper exploration requires preparation and time."

Qin Xia and the think tank sat face to face and communicated.

That was when they left on a White Scars cruiser on a planet that had just experienced rebellion.

"What do we need to prepare?" Qin Xia asked.

"A lot. Rituals, certain ritual items, to ensure that your mind is very stable, in very good condition, and under control." The think tank replied, "When we return to Quanzhou Fortress, I will find other think tanks, and we will take a year or two to help you and look after you. Then we can safely learn more about your talent."

After that, the think tank added: "From what I know, the Grey Knights should have a better way, but unfortunately we only know of their existence now. If you can join the Grey Knights, you will be able to understand your talents more quickly, but unfortunately you can't join them."

"Then you said you would teach me how to use psychic power in the future." Qin Xia said, "We only know that my psychic talent is stable, but we don't know to what extent, and we don't know anything else."

"First I will make sure you don't become a conduit for demons to enter reality, because I can kill you before you lose control to that point," the Librarian replied. "If you learn to use psionics and your head doesn't explode, then you are qualified to be a Librarian."

"Sorry kid, I don't mean to be so cruel, and I'm not a cruel person. But this cruel screening is not the best, but it is the fastest. This galaxy won't give us much time now."

"..."

Qin Xia opened his eyes in memories.

He just "slept" in his memories, and although he didn't need to sleep now, there was nothing else to do anyway.

Caesar's body was still there.

Like a sign that says:

Psychics will awaken randomly and die randomly.

While thinking about where to bury Caesar, Qin Xia looked away.

Almost all the gladiators were fast asleep, including the female gladiator who called Caesar a sissy and was covered in blood.

Obviously, death, even a very random death, would not keep gladiators awake, because it was too common in this place. Angron had not yet rested. He sat in the corner opposite Qin Xia, thinking about something.

And Qin Xia began to think about Angron.

The Primarch now seems to be in good condition. At least he is normal and not a bloodthirsty madman who picks up an axe and kills everyone without saying a word.

This was because Angron had not yet received the implant known as the Butcher's Nails, and had not yet been afflicted with the Butcher's Nails' nature of either killing or causing pain.

If he stayed in the arena, he would be nailed down sooner or later.

Not only him, Qin Xia felt that he would probably suffer the same fate, because the slave owners all expected such a strong and powerful gladiator to put aside all humanity and morals and present the most extreme killing in front of them.

The Butcher's Nail is a magical anesthetic among the three treasures of Ganukeria. Anyone who comes here will be affected by it.

"My own deep dive into my own abilities?"

A thought suddenly came to Qin Xia's mind.

But soon, this thought was suppressed by vigilance.

But the thought was like a breeze, lingering in Qin Xia's mind, accompanied by a series of questions.

"If we still wait for help from the Grey Knights or the Librarians like we did the second time we traveled back to the 30th millennium, is it possible for us to wait until we are nailed?"

"If I don't deeply understand my own abilities and try to figure out more ways to use my psychic powers, is it possible to escape from the arena?"

Although I was inexplicably sent to the 30th millennium by the subspace, which was 10,000 years earlier than the 40th millennium when I first traveled through time, I was here after all.

Qin Xia thought so.

If the result of coming here is that a hundred years later, there will be a madman beside Angron who can also kill people with nails, then it would be really...

Qin Xia began to think about whether he should take the risk.

He first suppressed the impulse in his heart and made rational judgment.

From the unknown stability of his psychic talent, and the fact that he had never lost control when learning the three tricks of psychic power from the White Scars Think Tank, to the feeling of being at ease when using psychic power.

These made Qin Xia think that he might be able to safely understand his own abilities.

But even without considering these, Qin Xia felt that he still had to take the risk.

The reason is simple - without taking the risk to gain a deeper understanding of one's psychic gifts and without relying on psychic powers, it would be a pipe dream to want to escape from the arena.

Qin Xia still remembered the stories about Angron that he had read before he traveled to this universe.

Angron's life-and-death battle with the slave owners on Nuceria looked just like the Spartacus uprising. If you didn't know, you would think he was a mortal rather than a primarch.

As a result, after being taken away by the Emperor, Angron easily tore apart a Guardsman.

Angron was not weak, but he started in Nuceria, a small hell with many evil spirits and turtles. He could not achieve anything just by relying on his physical fitness that surpassed that of ordinary people.

For an Astartes who is unable to use his psychic talents to a powerful level, even staying alive is a problem.

"It seems I have to change my mind." Qin Xia muttered to himself.

Qin Xia decided to change his short-term goal from escaping from the arena to exploring his own psychic talents and waiting for the opportunity, collecting information, and finding ways to organize more people.

If you don't just want to die, you have to realize that the Colosseum is not your biggest enemy, and you can't think that in the world of Nuceria, everything will be fine as long as you leave the Colosseum.

The Colosseum is only a relatively safe corner in the hell of Nuceria. If you want to leave the Colosseum and step into another more terrifying hell, it is best to be fully armed and prepared, and have a large group of companions who have the courage and strength to step into the more terrifying hell.

Taking risks to explore one's psionic gifts is a must, as it is the only alternative to waiting for death or actively seeking death.

Although this choice is not a 100% certainty of death.

(End of this chapter)