Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 21 Total Destruction
On the red sand.

A gust of wind swept past, rolling up the smoke and dust.

Multiple maggot eyes were filming the fight from various camera angles.

The armor of the five golden knights gleamed in the moonlight, and the mechanical horses under their crotch were as heavy and huge as a tank.

Even the servants brought by the five golden-armored knights looked majestic.

The biological war horses bred through genetic engineering are tall and strong, with bulging muscles all over their bodies. Scalding hot air spurts out of their mouths full of fangs and sharp teeth, and trickles of blood flow along their fangs.

This battle has been rehearsed countless times.

A group of slave knights rode forward first, gradually lined up in a row while walking, and then rode forward slowly in unison.

The remaining slave knights were dispersed to the left and right wings.

Finally, the five golden-armored knights came behind the slave knight and advanced slowly in the safest place in the cavalry formation.

The gladiators had already arranged themselves in a shield formation, with the shields stacked up one on top of the other. It looked highly unlikely that they would have any effect under the impact, but at least it looked quite respectable, instead of everyone running around screaming and then being caught up and trampled to death by the horses.

The slaughterers gradually increased their speed until they were galloping across the huge red sand battlefield.

Just by running, they stirred up a sandstorm-like cloud of dust, which was like a high steel wall pressing down on their heads, making it difficult for every gladiator to breathe.

In this situation, no gladiator escaped. Qin Xia couldn't help but sigh that there was a reason why Angron admired them even after being hit by the Butcher's Nails.

"In my heart, I'm still giving you the middle finger." Kleist put down his right hand with the middle finger raised, took out the spear from behind, and placed it on the shield.

Qin Xia just treated this as nonsense and didn't listen at all.

Still the Slayer was galloping forward.

The golden-armored warrior who had just killed all the rebel prisoners jumped up on his horse, and the structure of the mechanical warhorse under his crotch began to change.

Qin Xia looked at the soldier.

The sword fell from his hand and stuck into the ground.

Qin Xia slowly raised his hands and put his palms together.

In his mind, he recalled the new ways to use spiritual power that he had thought of and mastered when he closed his eyes to rest.

Frost quietly spread over the scorching red sand.

"First."

Qin Xia murmured something, and made a twisting motion with his folded palms.

When the last syllable disappeared, the knight in golden armor was high in the air, and was falling with the mechanical warhorse under his crotch in a posture with extremely cool visual effects. Suddenly, his helmet turned 180 degrees.

The mechanical warhorse established a consciousness link with its master, so when its master's head turned 180 degrees, its head also turned backward 180 degrees.

A man and a horse fell from the air and landed heavily on the ground.

"The second one." Qin Xia murmured again and made the gesture of twisting something again.

The second golden knight who discovered that his companion was dead turned his head 180 degrees and fell off the mechanical warhorse.

"The third."

"the fourth."

"the fifth."

All knights in shining armor died in the same way.

People had noticed something was wrong. The cheering stopped.

The gladiators still kept their shields raised, but looked around trying to find out the cause of death of the golden knights.

And those slave knights who were still galloping looked at their masters with expressions of astonishment and confusion.

"Remember what I told you before." Qin Xia pulled out the sword from the ground, walked past Crest, and came to the front row from the back.

Things were going well and he didn't need to distance himself.

After arriving next to Angron in the front row, Qin Xia looked at Angron who was looking at him in astonishment, and then continued to move forward.

In front of the shield formation, Qin Xia slowly threw out his sword.

The sword in his hand spun like a dagger, piercing through the armor of a slave knight and tearing his body apart.

Qin Xia stood there waiting.

His figure was soon submerged by the dust and the figures of the slave knights.

Angron rushed forward, axe raised.

A shock wave appeared in the center of the slave knights.

Dust, the men and horses of the slave knights, all were blown away as the shock wave spread.

Angron, who rushed forward when he saw Qin Xia was surrounded by enemies, was also blown away by the shock wave. He turned twice in the air and fell to the ground, crushing a slave knight who landed earlier than him into a bloody mist along with his horse.

In the very center of the shock wave, Qin Xia stood safe and sound.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Qin Xia picked up the fallen spear from the person who was closest to him and had suffered the greatest impact and turned into pieces.

The slave knights have begun to flee.

Qin Xia raised his spear and threw it at a knight like a javelin.

The javelin flew over a distance of six hundred meters and pinned the knight and his horse to the ground.

Qin Xia picked up another spear and threw it again.

Another person was stabbed to death along with his horse.

"Kill them!"

Ono roared, and then the astonished gladiators reacted and chased after the fleeing enemies.

Ono was chasing a slave knight whose horse had a broken leg, holding a sword.

As the "old bear" ran after the slave knight, Angron swept past him like a gust of wind, chasing the faster-fleeing foe.

Qin Xia noticed Ono and watched him running after the horse with a broken leg.

When Ono ran wildly, he stretched his neck back and forth, looking like Stallone's running posture.

Ono, not noticing the gaze, ran after him madly. When he was about to catch up with the broken-legged warhorse, he raised the sword in his hand. But when he was about to stab the sword into the enemy's back, the enemy's head suddenly turned 180 degrees and looked at him.

Even the head of the horse under the man's crotch was the same.

Ono retracted his sword and turned to look at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia nodded.

"If I were young, I would have caught up with this cavalryman and stabbed him eighteen times." Ono muttered to himself, and stopped to catch his breath.

(End of this chapter)