Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 284 Blood of Demigod
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Three hours later, the time had passed since returning home.

night.

The top floor of the resort built on the mountain range, on a snow-covered peak.

The invisible position isolated a circular area with a radius of 100 meters. It was snowing outside the circular area and the wind was howling, while inside the circular area it was very warm and there was not a single snowflake.

A large round table that the gladiators had used in the fortress territory was placed here, and all those who had gone their separate ways since the arrival of the Twelfth Legion reunited together.

There is no serious business, just eating, drinking and chatting.

Just like every night before during the Nuceria Rebellion.

"After all, you weren't gone for very long."

"It's only a few years. Do you want to see Onomamus and I sitting in wheelchairs being pushed around by our grandchildren?"

Cromach held up a wine glass that was one size smaller than everyone else's and spoke to everyone.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Before Cromage said this, someone asked how Onomamus and Cromage seemed to have not changed much in terms of age.

"When we entered the star system and began to approach Nu," Yochula said, "I saw that Nu's low-Earth orbit was full of man-made facilities. Then when I came down, I saw cities everywhere. It was much more prosperous than before we left... At that time, I felt like I was in another world, as if decades or hundreds of years had passed."

"It's an illusion, man," Yochuka laughed.

Everyone laughed again.

No one knew what everyone was laughing at, so to the non-gladiators attending the dinner everyone looked a little weird and silly.

But everyone laughed because they were together again. Everyone in this group that was born in desperate circumstances felt happy just to be together, because when every gladiator present saw each other, they would recall the little things they had done when they fought side by side, and every glory they had won together.

"To be honest, the fact that Ono and I haven't changed much isn't entirely because you haven't been away for many years. There are other reasons as well." Cromach glanced at Ono.

Oenomamus sat with his apprentice Spartacus. He had just cleaned his beard and looked exactly the same as before, with no difference at all.

As one of the older gladiators, he seemed a little younger than in other people's memories, but since everyone thought it was an illusion, no one pointed it out.

"What is the reason?" Kromachi stood up with a glass of wine and walked to Yochuka.

When Cromach used the brass sword to chop people, the youngest person in the group was Yochuka, because Yochuka was a child.

But now, Yochuka is much taller than Cromaci, and even the wine glass in his hand looks like a soup bowl. This is the benefit of being transformed into a Space Marine.

"You should also find that you don't seem to age." Cromach said to the gladiators, "But you may think that this is the result of your Space Marine transformation surgery. Of course, I am not saying that Space Marine transformation will not prolong your life. This transformation surgery will certainly extend your life a lot..."

"But after hundreds or thousands of years, you will see other Space Marines grow old, while you will still be strong and as young as you are now."

"..."

When Qin Xia heard Kromachi say this, he remembered something.

That is, the lifespan of a Space Marine cannot be compared with that of a Primarch. The lifespan of a Primarch may not necessarily be infinite, but its length is equivalent to the mortal concept of "eternity" and "until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble".

Space Marines don't live that long.

Qin Xia knew that ten thousand years later there was a Space Marine named Dante who showed obvious signs of aging on his body, and the Space Marine named Dante was about a thousand years old.

"The reason why we are different is that we drank Angron's blood." Cromach looked at Angron, "I have found through my own research that our bodies have been changed by the blood. I don't know how long our lifespan is, but it must be very long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Onomamus frowned and looked up suddenly.

“But others have drunk my blood,” Angron smiled. “I even used it to carve the Cord of Triumph for the most accomplished warriors in the Legion. I suspected my blood had any special effects, but the Legion’s apothecaries studied those people and found no changes.”

At this point, Angron looked at all the brothers around him who had used his gene seeds. "The pharmacist has also studied your bodies. Your bodies are indeed unique, but the specific reason has not yet been determined. Perhaps it is indeed related to you drinking my blood as Cromach said."

The gladiators were all silent.

There were only a handful of people in the gladiator group who were not illiterate.

Cromach, Onomamus, Qinxia, ​​and Angron, there are only these four, and no one else has any knowledge.

So most gladiators don't know what to say on this topic about biology.

"Then it seems that your blood will not bring special effects 100% of the time." Cromach nodded slowly, "But why is that? Blood from the same person will not have the same results when drunk by different people."

"It's normal, because the Primarch must be related to psychic power, and things related to psychic power are hard to explain." Qin Xia spoke at this time.

Cromach looked curious.

Qin Xia was a little puzzled. The owner of such a large enterprise as Kro Bio, that is, Kromachi, did not even know that the Primitive's blood might contain subspace components.

But when I thought about it carefully, this puzzlement disappeared.

The reality structure here in Nuceria is not as weak as that in Olympia. After all, it is close to Ultramar and there are no subspace rifts nearby. The Nu people's understanding of psychic power is just that "it seems like witchcraft" and it is not abnormal.

"The blood is not the key, Angron's thoughts are the key." Qin Xia looked at Angron and thought, "Maybe he had a very strong belief at the time, which was to let us survive..."

Angron recalled how he felt at that time.

This is true.

His thought at the time was that if the people he cared about were going to die, then the best outcome for him would be to die with them.

If these people can survive, then I can survive too.

"Amazing." Cromach raised his glass. "The Primarch is truly an amazing being. In my opinion... he is... a demigod."

What Cromach said is also what most people on Nuxing think.

Angron was a demigod. In the religious beliefs of Nu, which had been abandoned before the High Knights, the gods often lived high in the clouds, and only demigods walked among the mortal world.

"I am just a bioengineered creation of a super bioscientist." Angron smiled and raised his glass, then drank a large bowl of wine in one gulp.

Cromach said no more about the magic blood.

When Cromach discovered the changes in his body after drinking blood through his own research, he ordered that this matter should not be spread out, as he was afraid that it would have a bad impact on Angron.

It was only because there were no outsiders present that Croma Wizard took the initiative to mention it.

"By the way, have you found your daughter?" a gladiator asked bluntly.

"No." Cromach smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I was very sure that I would never find her, but I didn't want to give up at that time. Now that several years have passed and I have tried all methods, I am really desperate and have given up."

As he spoke, Cromach looked at Qin Xia helplessly.

Back then, Qin Xia helped Cromach find someone. He used psychic power to trace bloodlines, rituals and formations to calculate the past and the future, and even used the Emperor Tarot Cards which were impossible to be effective in this era, but in the end he couldn't find the person.

"I entered the arena and became a gladiator not because I was captured by the slave squad, but because I sold myself for money."

Cromach sat back down, still grinning.

"For a hundred fucking copper coins with a High Knight's pig's head on them."

"Then when I was taken away by the people in the arena, I gave the copper coins to my good brother who was a doctor. I used it to buy medicine for my daughter's treatment."

"When we finally got out of the arena after killing so many people, I went to look for people and found out that my good brother, the doctor, had died just after I entered the arena."

At this point, Cromach shook his head and gradually fell silent.

The people around patted Cromack on the shoulder.

Angron sensed everything, and he didn't know what to do.

In the Primarch's opinion, this was the most helpless and painful thing.

After sensing the emotions of those who were genetically modified by the aliens, Angron was able to use anger to change everything. He used an extermination order filled with anger to destroy all the aliens on the planet, and then brought some of the locals here, and finally let Nu Star's transcendental biotechnology change the changes brought about by the aliens.

But there was nothing that could be done about Cromache.

I don’t know who to save.

I don't know who to kill.

I don’t know what to do or where to go.

Angron's eyes gradually became moist.

He can passively sense everyone's emotions, and the emotions of those he cares about most are the strongest in his perception.

But amid all the frustration, Angron realized that there was still one thing he could do.

But this matter is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

Angron did it anyway.

Cromach immediately noticed something was wrong, he felt the pain that had been plaguing him was fading away.

His mind became relaxed and his emotions were no longer filled with pain.

The regret, pain and sorrow that had been squeezing in Cromach's heart before this moment tormented him all the time.

The body nourished by the blood of the demigod is no longer likely to develop any disease, but within this body is a tormented soul. Severe insomnia and mental illness plague Kromach.

Now, at least for a while after Angron had absorbed the pain, Cromach would no longer be tormented by such emotions.

“Angron…” Cromach’s face showed an extremely relaxed expression, and then he frowned again, “I’ve adapted to it, you don’t have to…”

“We live and die together, man,” Angron said.

This is what the gladiators often said to each other during the uprising.

This sentence is said after each person has been saved by or saved each other's life. It is a way of communication without much words.

"We live and die together." Angron looked left and right, grabbed Qin Xia's hand with his left hand, and grabbed the hand of the gladiator on the right with the other hand.

Qin Xia and the gladiator also opened their hands and grabbed the hands of the gladiator next to them.

Orina, as well as those who were not gladiators but had to attend the dinner, such as the mother of the brothers Yochula and Yochka, the relatives of the gladiators before they were transformed into space warriors, and Spartacus, and everyone else.

Because Qin Xia has no soul projection, his mind cannot be sensed by Angron, but he can also use himself as a medium to transmit Angron's power.

The depression and suppressed negative emotions in the hearts of everyone except Qin Xia were transmitted to Angron, and then they became relaxed.

Even the Quadrant present, who had remained silent and unwilling to join the gladiators' conversation, felt that he had a spiritual connection with the Primarch.

This is the magic of Angkron.

All it took was for them to sit together in silence, holding hands, and feel their hearts in the image of Angron's power.

Then, no matter they are strangers or close friends, after this experience of spiritual connection with the Primarch, they will most likely become closer to the Primarch.

Angron also used this method to resolve conflicts within the Legion.

For example, take two companies that fight in the battleship arena every day, and then have them sit together like this. Everyone understands each other, and the conflicts are resolved through the running-in.

Qin Xia felt that Angron's talent brought him something he was best at.

That is to unite others.

(End of this chapter)