Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 23 Execution
More and more people began to stand up and vote.

The vast majority of people gave a thumbs up, indicating that they wanted to keep the Turk family members alive.

In fact, most of them wanted these guys to die in a cooler way and with more visual impact.

This is what it means to enjoy the fun.

But the children of the Turk family were, after all, aristocrats among aristocrats, and no aristocrat or wealthy commoner dared to stand up and sentence those little Turks to death with a thumbs down.

Then, after all those who had the right to vote stood up and gave their thumbs up, something instantly counted the results, and the Maggot Eye got the result and announced: "Tower..."

When the first syllable of Maggot Eye was uttered, Qin Xia took a step forward, took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something.

But Ono immediately stopped him: "If we go against the wishes of the audience, we will be excommunicated... You still have a chance to bring others... You can't die here."

"Did you hear what Maggot Eye said just now?" Qin Xia said, "I suspect that the clan leader of these little bastards wants them dead... It's a fight between nobles or something. Believe me, we can kill these guys today, and we don't have to pay any price."

After hearing this, Ono pondered for two seconds. On the one hand, he didn't think he could change Qin Xia's thoughts and decision, but on the other hand, he felt that what Qin Xia said was probably right, so he didn't interfere.

"The Turk family's gladiator team, the Untouchable Slayers," Maggot Eye announced. "After a vote by all the audience, it is determined with a 100% pass rate that this gladiator team can walk out of the arena alive! I hope they won't be scared and try harder next time."

The golden-armored knights cheered.

When the host mentioned their uncle, they were all disappointed.

But now you can still survive.

This is the reason why the nobles participated in the gladiatorial contests. On the one hand, technology ensured that they would not die, and on the other hand, the gladiatorial contest would allow them to survive, because...

puff-

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was heard.

Feeling a sharp pain in his back, the golden-armored knight was in a trance for a moment, then lowered his head to look at his chest.

A spear pierced through his chest.

Qin Xia held the spear in one hand, lifted up the golden-armored knight who was pierced by the spear tip, and then threw him away.

Angron leaped up, roared, and used both fists to smash the golden-armored knight who was hurling at him into the red sand, and then punched him again and again until he had beaten the golden-armored knight and the man inside to pieces with his bare hands.

The arena suddenly became quiet at this moment.

Everyone's astonished eyes were focused on Qin Xia, who was the first to take action.

Qin Xia raised his right hand with his thumb pointing down.

That was the gesture that sentenced a gladiator to death. According to the rules, he had no right to decide the life or death of others.

"Well, it seems that our newcomer Mr. Gladiator has a different opinion." The Maggot Eye floated in the air, and the electronic observer emitted a red light, as if watching coldly.

The death of a golden-armored knight pushed the remaining few from the brink of collapse to a state of complete collapse.

They let out shrill howls and ran towards the gate on the other side of the arena that did not lead to the cave, even though the place where some of them died for the first time was ridiculously close to the audience seats.

"Let them stay." Qin Xia said to Angron.

Angron nodded, glanced around, and then picked up the swords and spears used by the slave knights from the ground. In short, anything that could be used for throwing was picked up by him.

The Primarch stood there holding those things, looking at the fleeing golden-armored knights with a slight hesitation in his eyes.

He would feel the pain of every person he killed, but there was only a slight hesitation in his eyes, because the hatred of the gladiators present for those golden knights made him want to kill them as soon as possible.

A sword was hurled by Angron.

As the golden-armored knight screamed, the sword nailed the unfortunate fellow's legs to the ground.

Then the second knight in golden armor, the third... until the last four who were still alive had their legs nailed down and could not move. Angron looked at Qin Xia.

The Maggot Eye gave Qin Xia a close-up at the best shooting angle, and the radio receiver began to collect Qin Xia's voice in a targeted manner.

Frost spreads across the red sand.

Angron walked towards Qin Xia, and found that every time he lifted his feet, some broken ice would be brought up.

"How can they be alive?" Qin Xia glanced coldly at the four golden-armored knights whose legs were nailed to the ground. They were in so much pain that they didn't even dare to struggle. All they could do was howl.

Qin Xia's voice was broadcast by the Maggot Eye and echoed in the arena.

Apparently someone instructed the host who was controlling this thing.

"You want to see cruelty."

"You want to watch the gladiators being slaughtered one by one by these bastards, and then a few little brats who come here to play stand on the corpses, hold up the gladiators' heads, and enjoy the glory that they think they have won with their own hands amid your perfunctory cheers."

"But the situation is different now. The one who will die in this fight is not any of us gladiators, but these bastards who claim to slaughter us untouchables."

Qin Xia said as he used his psychic power to lock onto the four golden-armored knights.

They were not in a battle at this time, and Qin Xia did not need to quickly make these four people lose their combat effectiveness, so he did not need to be as hasty as before.

"I'm not good at speaking passionately, I'm only good at stating the facts."

Qin Xia raised his hands, and his palms were about to overlap.

When he felt the time was right and he had mobilized enough spiritual energy, he suddenly clasped his palms together.

bang bang bang-

Four muffled sounds.

The heads of the four golden-armored knights all exploded, and then fell onto the red sand in different directions at the same time.

There was a brief silence in the arena for a few seconds. The audience thought it was exciting, but they did not dare to stand up and applaud or cheer. Each of them was like a "professional" who was trying not to laugh out loud and would never laugh out loud in an inappropriate situation.

"I declare the death penalty for all gladiators!" The parents of the golden knights stood up in the audience and roared through a loudspeaker.

"I'm sorry, but this is against the rules." After taking the best possible angle to film the execution, Maggot Eye flew into the air and came to the edge of the fighting area of ​​the arena.

The host's voice no longer sounded so frivolous and playful, but rather serious.

"Mr. Alontark, the fight can be temporarily suspended. You can go to the VIP seats to talk to your brother."

"If he agrees to execute all the gladiators, then I will press the execution button immediately, and all these people will be reduced to ashes."

"But the premise is that you can get your brother's permission."

Hearing this, Aaron Tark was instantly chilled as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

"A fair and just fight. This is what the Patriarch of the Tark family wants to present to every Nukerian." The Maggot Eye hovered in the arena, and the preaching voice reached everyone's ears. "As for the reason..."

The host who controlled the Maggot Eye pressed the play button in the background and played the original words of the Tark chief as transmitted by his voice slave.

"Because this is an arena, not a fucking amusement park for nobles! You want to come in and die? Sure! But you can't go into the arena like my father did when he was in power, use advanced weapons and equipment to kill the gladiators with broken swords, and then walk away without even giving the Nucerias a fight with at least a twist!"

After playing the original words of the tribe leader, the host opened the gate to the cave: "Thank you to the gladiators for your wonderful performance. Now the fight is over and the winner should rest."

After the fight, the gladiators should return to the cave.

Qin Xia looked at the parents of the golden-armored knights in the audience, knocked his head, sneered, turned around and returned to his residence with the other gladiators.

(End of this chapter)