Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 273 Blood connection

There was a roar.

Avida, who was heading towards the alien holy land in the underground maze, heard a loud noise, and then felt the earth shaking. He immediately projected his psychic energy to check the situation outside.

The God Titan was maintaining the posture of thrusting his spear into the ground.

Avida saw this scene, and also saw the God Titan slowly pulling the spear out of the ground.

The burning spear looked red, a sign that energy had been charged to the extreme.

The place where the spear pierced had already melted, but the biological materials that could withstand the shells had not been completely destroyed, and turned into a substance flowing like boiling molten iron.

"Qin Xia!" An expression of despair gradually appeared on Avida's face.

What he saw was not the holy land where the God Titan used the spear to crush the aliens, nor the biological computer in the holy land that he predicted contained the technical data for reversing flesh and blood mutations.

What he saw was that the possibility of his best friend Asar being cured was completely destroyed, and that his brothers in the legion, including himself, would tremble in fear of the torture that might come from the flesh and blood mutation at any time.

Qin Xia influenced other people's minds, making them think that he had never left.

But after seeing the God Titan destroying everything in front of him, Avida was able to react and realize what had just happened.

"I destroyed it." Qin Xia said honestly, "Just now I saw the so-called technology that you mentioned that can cure flesh and blood mutations, which is to sacrifice and seek help from subspace creatures. You can directly ask your subspace elf for help. Anyway, the form is not different."

Avida was furious.

"Capture ninety-nine people, squeeze out their blood, refine it into a drop of soul crystal, and then give the crystal to the elves to enchant."

"This so-called technology is so weird and simple."

Qin Xia was making his final explanation. He no longer believed that language could have any effect on the people of the 15th Legion, so he just gave a cold explanation.

Avida recalled his brother's current situation: "I have never tried this technology. I can capture aliens for sacrifice...but you, you destroyed my hope, you freak among psychics, you destroyed my brother's only hope..."

"..." Qin Xia was silent.

"You... you don't care about Asar's fate at all. We just met by chance." Avida continued, "After you found those lunatics to ward off evil spirits for my brother, my brother got a real flesh and blood mutation this time, and you, you didn't even know about this until I found you. You don't care about all this."

"Why do you act like you care about the Fifteenth Legion? About Asar's affairs?"

"I thought too much. We didn't have much of a relationship. It's enough for you to help me once... At least I have to thank you for the matter of those two crazy people who were performing the ritual."

Avida paced in pain, his voice trembling, but he tried to make his voice as smooth and continuous as possible to maintain the dignity of an intellectual.

Qin Xia just listened silently. He knew what Avida was thinking now, the state of mind of having no hope, so Avida would be angry and make a scene... but there were some things he couldn't agree with.

"..." Avida gradually fell silent.

"Are you done?" Qin Xia asked calmly.

Avida did not respond, but the music felt
This is the calm before the storm.

"If I didn't care about your lives, would I have taken you to get treatment for the evil spirits right away? Would I have gone to great lengths to explain to you how dangerous the subspace is?"

"I have told you the source of the flesh mutation, but you didn't believe me. And now you want to use the alien sacrificial technology to heal your brother."

"I heard about you back then. I know you're a great man, a doubter who has everything to doubt. But those people didn't even tell me that you were a lunatic. You don't even trust your fellow humans and psychics. You believe the wonderful prophecies that your damned little elf in the subspace brought you, and you believe these damned aliens who keep humans as animals and devour them."

"The things your legion is bound to are not elves, but evil creatures from the Warp. I told you."

Having said this, Qin Xia still had no expression on his face and patted his head.

"Is this something you have a problem with? Huh?"

"Tell me, do you have to wait until the Great Crusade is over before you see a brain doctor and become the so-called normal person I know you are?"

Qin Xia said these words with an expressionless face from beginning to end.

The violent storm of insults that Avida had expected did not come upon him. Qin Xia just spoke his final words calmly and indifferently.

It was like a person playing the lute to a cow, calmly and gracefully playing the last note, then patting his butt, getting up and leaving.

"My spirit has protected me countless times and saved my soul from danger countless times!" Avida shouted.

Qin Xia turned and left in silence.

Through practice, he has realized that for psychics who cannot see too far into the future, the truth about the distant future will most likely lead to their confusion rather than support.

Anyway, Avida will definitely be the founding Grand Master of the Grey Knights in the future. This person's destiny will not be to fall into the abyss, so he might as well focus his energy on other people and things.

For example, saving some key figures who can change the fate of the Legion, solving some key events, and talking to the Emperor to establish a closer relationship...

For example, kill some bastard who likes to carve runes on boiled eggs' heads.

"You are a monopolist of knowledge and technology!" Avida roared.

Qin Xia turned his back to Avida and raised his middle finger: "Go back to Prospero and play with your subspace elves."

Seeing Qin Xia slowly disappear from sight, Avida slowly calmed down.

A feeling of regret lingered in the heart of the Thousand Son.

"If you were here, you would say that what I just said was too much." Avida murmured to himself, "No... You can't even speak."

Avida fell silent, sat against the wall, and began to think about what to do next.

Then, the anger and unwillingness on his face disappeared, replaced by a sense of anticipation.

"My lord."

An old and deep voice reached Avida's ears, and a crow flew through the wall and landed on Avida's arm.

That was Avida's guardian elf.

"I obtained the technology you wanted like Prometheus taking fire." Crow said, "I obtained what you wanted at the moment when the abominable sanctuary of the aliens was destroyed by the Titans."

Avida immediately stretched out his hand: "Give it to me quickly."

The crow did not immediately obey the master's will, but advised: "But my lord, as the Lord of the White Knights said, the technology used by the aliens to treat flesh and blood mutations is not in line with the truth of the empire. It requires sacrifices, rituals, and souls... rather than synthesizing chemical drugs in a laboratory."

"I know." Avida nodded.

"I think you should be cautious." The crow said again, "This is witchcraft, not a warp technology with clear principles." "I know, I know." Avida repeated to confirm, "Give it to me."

The crow's head then shook up and down: "I only obey your will."

……

After one hour.

Avida helped the XII Legion capture two alien fortresses and killed some alien leaders who successfully organized the aliens into an orderly resistance.

Then, as a guest commander, Avida returned to the Resolute Resolve, ready to take everything he wanted to take with him and set off, leaving the fleet of the XII Legion.

As a man of culture, Avida had nothing to take away. He came here with nothing. When he was in the fleet of the 12th Legion, he also read the books in the library for free that Qin Xia displayed to outsiders.

The only person he wanted to take away was his superior and best friend.

"What's that noise in there?"

"It felt like something was hitting steel."

"..."

When Avida walked along the corridor to the room assigned to him on the White Knight, he saw a number of sailors gathered in front of the hatch of the room.

At the same time, a crash could be heard coming from the room.

Avida's face immediately darkened. He gently pushed aside the mortal sailors who were blocking his way, squeezed through, then took out the keycard to open the door.

The hatch quickly opened to the side automatically.

The large room was completely dark. On the ground was colorful pus that gave off a rotten smell, and there were also some flesh and blood structures that looked like pieces of meat or tentacles.

As the mortals were startled by the scene before them, Avida quickly closed the hatch.

"brother."

Arvida walked around the room, calling out, illuminating the room with her psionic energy.

The "thing" hidden in the room sensed the light and turned back quickly.

Avida saw a monster about three meters tall.

The armor merged with the unbridled growth of flesh and blood.

There is no way to describe its appearance in any language, because the appearance of this monster is constantly changing, even its eyes appear and disappear from time to time or flow all over the body with the mutated flesh and blood.

The monster was using the only hand that looked relatively normal to hold a knife and was cutting its own body tissue with all its might.

Avida was shocked, but soon he didn't care how shocked he was.

The monster screamed.

Avida realized that the other party had become afraid of light, so he quickly dispelled the psychic light.

"Assar."

Arvida called out, searching in the dark.

He could not see anything in the room because there were some secretions floating in the air, like the secretions of an octopus that changed its ink spray into black gas, blocking his vision like a smoke bomb.

Then Avida got a response.

"brother."

A weak voice came from the monster's body.

Knowing that his brother was still rational, Avida breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Can you move? I'll take you away from here... I found a way to treat you... This method is a bit weird, but... but we have to try it now."

"any solution?"

The monster approached Arvida, its flowing eyes looking down at him.

"Shoot me with the melta?" Asar asked.

Avida didn't know how to answer. He thought Asar wanted to commit suicide, so he began to think about how to persuade him to receive treatment.

Asar laughed after saying this, obviously making a joke.

"I really admire you for still being able to argue after all this." Avida said, "I can imagine what expression you would have if you weren't like this. You'd be as happy as a fool, thinking you had fooled me."

"Haha." Asar let out two dry laughs, and under the cover of the laughter, he threw the dagger that he had used to cut flesh and blood to the ground.

Avida heard the sound of the dagger falling to the ground. He knew without the need for prophecy what Asar had done in this room from the time Asar's flesh and blood suddenly mutated to the present.

Constant self-harm.

Just like most of the Thousand Sons who had undergone flesh and blood mutations, he hated his own sudden mutation, was terrified, and wanted to survive at all costs.

Although Asar is optimistic, he is not so optimistic that he is not afraid of anything.

"In fact, I feel from the bottom of my heart that I am hopeless." Asar said, "This is just the early symptoms of the mutation. I was still a normal person half a solar day ago, and then... then I became the horrible appearance you see now. I was not like this when the friends of the Lord of the White Knights came to examine me a solar hour ago."

"There is hope." Avida said firmly.

"How to save me? Witchcraft?" Asar's gradually emerging facial features twisted together, and he suddenly became excited, waving his huge arms and slapping the ground continuously, "Use those pathetic witchcraft to treat me! Just like Magnus! The Lord of the White Knights' warning was correct. This is the curse we suffered when we sought power in the warp! I felt it when my soul entered the warp with you and almost lost control... but why can't you feel it!"

This is not the first time that Asar has said such inexplicable crazy things.

Avida was also an experiencer of that wonderful journey in the Warp. He felt that it was a valuable experience, because even the Primarch of the Thousand Sons had to shed a layer of skin if he wanted to let his soul enter the Warp.

"No matter if it's witchcraft or something else, I have to save you." Arvida said stubbornly, "When my flesh and blood mutated, you tried every possible way and took great risks to contact our Primarch and let him save me. And when I first joined the Legion, it was you who trained me, taught me knowledge, and taught me how to use the power of the warp."

"The flesh and blood mutations back then were different from now!" Asar roared.

Magnus had indeed cured the mutation once, but that method became less and less effective.

Arvida knew this: "We are brothers, we are all descendants of Lord Prospero. We may have had no relationship at all before, but now we use the gene seed of the Primarch and are connected by blood from now on. So don't say those words, I am not a mortal now, I can't abandon my blood brothers again when facing a crisis!"

Asar seemed to be about to say something but stopped himself and fell silent, his terrifying body shaking up and down.

(End of this chapter)