Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 16 The Second Talent

After safely completing an exploration that yielded great rewards, Qin Xia began to think about his past.

"Why on earth would I become a Grey Knight?"

Qin Xia had questioned himself in his heart more than once like he was doing now, forcing himself to think about this problem.

This question is the second most mysterious thing after his own psychic gifts.

Under normal circumstances, a psyker's fate is to be discovered, captured, and sent to a ship called a black ship.

The Black Ship is specially designed to deal with psychics. Psychics will be tested on the Black Ship, just like the complex test Qin Xia underwent before joining the Grey Knights. The purpose of this test is to determine whether a psychic is stable and safe.

The black ship will then carry the psychics away, and their fate of life or death will depend entirely on luck.

The Grey Knights are a secret army whose members are psykers, but this does not mean that a psyker can be discovered by the Grey Knights 100% just because of the stability of his or her psionic talents, and then be taken away and transformed into a Grey Knight.

Joining the Grey Knights is an extremely low probability event.

Qin Xia had never been on the Black Ship. He met the White Scars soldiers who came to quell the rebellion on a rebellious planet. He was then discovered and taken away by the think tank.

Then, the Grey Knights suddenly arrived one day.

Everything about psychic powers is so mysterious and uncertain, so the sudden arrival of the Grey Knights is not so surprising.

The problem is that Qin Xia clearly remembered that he soon learned that he had to become a Grey Knight and undergo transformation surgery.

It's so fast, like forcing a duck to climb a tree or conscripting a man.

Qin Xia felt that before he underwent the transformation surgery, the Grey Knights did not conduct an in-depth investigation into his psychic talent, which led to his rapid process of joining the Grey Knights, just like a conscription.

The Grey Knights are a secret army with a series of extremely strict internal screening and recruitment rules. They will never conscript men like mortal armies.

Qin Xia thought about this and shook his head to clear his thoughts.

This question is different from the question about psychic talent. The latter can be answered through adventurous investigation, but there is really no way to find the answer to the former.

Because Qin Xia was in 30K, not ten thousand years later, the damn subspace made him travel through time again with a huge time span.

There were no Grey Knights in this day and age, and ten thousand years later most of the Grey Knights' ancestors would still not know where to piss and play in the mud.

But even after traveling through time for the second time, even after arriving in the 30th millennium, even after arriving in Nuceria, a hellish place that was the beginning of hell for the Primarch, Qin Xia did not feel much sadness or despair.

At least Angron had not been nailed down yet, and at least there was still a possibility of saving a Primarch for humanity.

Thinking of this, Qin Xia looked at Angron.

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

The words of the White Scar Think Tank echoed in Qin Xia's ears.

Qin Xia did not object to this statement, nor did he have the passionate idea of ​​refusing to accept his fate or fighting against it, because in this universe, a person's fate is revealed by the thread of fate entwined on the curtain.

But even so, we can't do nothing.

If the Emperor knew that his fate was to sit on the Golden Throne, that his dream-like career would inevitably fail, would he sit on the ground with his hands spread out and say, "Well, let's wait for death."

If a soldier fighting in the future learns that the fate of the planet under his feet is to fall, will he drop his weapon and wait for death?

"Shouldn't we bury Caesar?"

Angron noticed Qin Xia's gaze, but he could no longer sense those negative emotions from Qin Xia. After Qin Xia had recovered, Angron wanted to deal with the headless corpse on the ground.

Ono looked at the body and shook his head with a heavy face. "If I could bury him, I would have buried him long ago. But we don't have tools, we can't dig through the wall, we don't have straw mats or bedding, we can't even roll up Caesar's body to keep it from being exposed here."

Most of the gladiators looked at Ono as he spoke.

When Angron looked at the others after hearing Ono's words, they all lowered their heads. Most of the people here were not cold-blooded and heartless. They also wanted to bury the body of a fellow sufferer, not just Caesar's, but also the bodies of every gladiator who had died here before.

But they didn't have the ability to do so, they couldn't dig through the rock wall, and they had no bedding to wrap the body in.

They could only wait for the slave owner to remember that Caesar's body was still there, and watch as the security robot grabbed the body, shredded it and took it away.

"Perhaps from now on, no one will have to leave their bodies exposed here after death." Qin Xia stood up and walked towards Caesar's body.

"You want to bury him using the witchcraft that can bury people in rock formations?" Ono became excited. He felt that Qin Xia might really know such witchcraft.

But Qin Xia just squatted beside Caesar's body and shook his head gently: "I'm not sure I can, I'm trying."

Qin Xia is now developing a new way of using spiritual energy, just as Ono said, specifically for burying people in rock strata.

Psionics is not magic, and psionics are not magicians.

It is not a professional skill in the game, and there is no psychic power that can only be used in a certain way.

Using psionic power to release lightning or fire, or to predict or heal... It doesn't mean that psionicists can only do this, but this way of using psionic power is the most common.

In the real universe where everything is reasonable, the principle of psychic energy from the illusory and uncertain subspace is to distort reality through psychic energy and do things that a creature in reality cannot do.

anything.

Qin Xia wanted to use this principle to find a way to bury Caesar using spiritual power.

Fortunately, in this kind of things, Qin Xia's second talent will allow him to achieve twice the result with half the effort and be like a fish in water.

This talent is the sheer intelligence in delving into a skill and learning something.

"It's so cold." A gladiator shrank his body.

Because frost began to spread in the cave.

Then inside the hard rock wall in front of Qin Xia, a cavity gradually formed. According to Qin Xia's wishes.

After the cavity was formed, the rock wall spread outward like water, revealing the cavity inside.

Qin Xia focused on exerting his psychic powers, his eyes fixed on Angron.

Angron stood up, picked up the headless body, walked to the cavity, and slowly placed the body inside.

As the rock walls that had been spreading out like water began to converge, Angron stood in silence.

He recalled the despair, fear, and unwillingness Caesar felt in the moment before his head exploded...

If I died, I would feel the same way at the moment of death, Angron thought.

“Rest in peace,” Angron whispered softly.

The other gladiators were watching this scene, wondering if Angron and Caesar had known each other for a long time, otherwise why would he act so lonely.

The rock wall is completely closed.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Xia walked to the rock wall, came to the place where Caesar was sleeping, stretched out his palm and pressed it on the rock.

He moved his arm gently and his palm slid across the rock wall.

Finally, Qin Xia blew gently at the wall, the dust flew away, and two lines of text that could not be seen without concentration appeared on the rock wall.

【Caesar.】

【Died before the destruction of the Colosseum.】

(End of this chapter)