Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 29 Anger Rising from the Heart

The image of his right arm being cut off kept flashing back in Yochula's mind.

A dagger could not cut off a limb so easily, so the skinner stabbed it precisely into the gap between the bones, cutting off the tendons connecting the bones, and dismantled Yochula's arm like a butcher cutting up an ox.

In addition to pain, there was also surprise and confusion in Yochula's mind.

He didn't expect that the skinner would cut off his arm right away.

This guy was talking and laughing just now...

"You must be thinking of escaping just like the big guy and the others."

The Skinner glanced at Angron, who was struggling with the Nusa Twins, and with one hand holding a dagger, he stabbed Yochula's arm and lifted it up, and with the other hand holding a dagger, he quickly cut the entire arm apart.

Skin, muscles, tendons...all of these were peeled off and fell into the already red sand.

Even if Yochula had a bandage, it would be impossible to reattach the arm.

"I'm different from you." The Skinner still smiled, "I enjoy fighting, I enjoy cheering."

Only now was Yochula certain that this man really wanted to kill him.

"If you all run away..."

"Who am I skinning?"

The Skinner kept smiling as he spoke, but to Yochula he felt like a ghost.

"You...you..." Yochula retreated tremblingly. This young gladiator might have been prepared for killing. When facing the "untouchable slaughterer", he also killed a slave knight.

But Yochula never thought that one of the gladiators who fought with him against the slave knight on the red sand, the gladiator named Flayed One who had just comforted him, was actually here to kill him completely.

In this gladiatorial contest, it is not necessarily a fight to the death.

"When your mother comes to deliver food in the evening, I will describe to her in detail how I skinned you." The Skinner put away his smile and rushed towards Yochula.

the other side.

Angron dodged the Nusa Twins' successive attacks.

Crest had just cut the fishing net and rushed towards the twins, yelling and cursing.

Angron didn't want to kill anyone, because no one had to die today, so he kept dodging, occasionally attacking and then dodging again.

The cheers in the audience turned into curses. The audience who came to see Angron's outstanding performance now turned their previous praises into insults that were unbearable to the ear because Angron was obviously slacking off.

Angron easily dodged the harpoons that the Nusa twins stabbed at the same time, but just as Angron was about to pretend to fight back, one of them suddenly pulled out a dagger from his boot and slashed Angron's neck.

Angron took two steps back and touched his neck.

The skin is broken.

"you……"

Just as Angron was about to question him, the Nusa twins quickly stepped forward and stabbed Angron's left and right shoulders with their harpoons.

“Are you crazy?” Crest swung his spear to cut off the two harpoons and dodged in front of Angron. “You want to kill him?!”

The Noosa twins retreated in unison, turned to look at the audience, and then looked back at Crest at the same time.

"Isn't it good that he died?"

"That way my brother, I and you will still be the center of attention."

The two brothers each spoke a sentence.

“What bullshit are you talking about?!” Crest cursed, and walked around Angron, chasing away the Nusa twins who were ready to attack him at any time like chasing away wild beasts. “He is big... but he still gives people the feeling of a child!”

"He's not a kid."

"Well... maybe. But even if he's young, he's still a freak over three meters tall, so don't say those childish things."

The Nusa twins, one raised a dagger and the other raised a spare fishing net, ready to attack again.

"You two are useless bastards who have no eyes for giving birth to children..." Crest clenched his spear and prepared to teach the two brothers a lesson.

But Angron's large hand rested on Crest's shoulder.

The female gladiator looked back and saw Angron glancing in Yochura's direction.

After a little hesitation, Crest, who believed that Angron could handle the two brothers, left the Primarch's side and rushed towards Yochura, who was fleeing and hiding from the Flayer in the arena.

“Angron must be wondering now…” Ono frowned, “Why did the gladiator who fought side by side with the Slayer yesterday and laughed at him want to kill him today?”

"Were the Nusa twins the most popular before?" Qin Xia asked.

Ono nodded.

Qin Xia didn't ask any more questions and turned around to look at the other gladiators behind him.

Some gladiators were also angry at the actions of the Noosa Twins and the Flayers.

Some people are indifferent.

Some people sat in the corner with cold eyes. When Qin Xia's eyes met theirs, these people showed sinister smiles.

Qin Xia turned around and continued to look at the arena, only letting out a sigh.

"There are bad guys in Gladiator."

Angron, who was being stared at by Qin Xia, was indeed very confused.

He could sense many emotions from the two brothers...jealousy, hostility, cruelty, and coldness.

But just feeling the emotions was not enough for Angron to understand why these two people wanted to kill him. It just made him certain that they wanted to kill him.

Puzzled.

Wronged.

There are also various other emotions gathered together, and when these negative emotions accumulate to the maximum, it is the anger that makes people want to kill as soon as possible.

Just like when an ordinary person is bullied, he will feel so angry that he wants to kill the bully's entire family.

As the saying goes, anger comes from the heart.

"I will tear you to pieces!" Angron roared, threw the two axes in his hands to the ground, ignored the harpoons stuck in his shoulders, and rushed straight towards the Nusa twins.

Angron had a ferocious expression, his eyebrows were raised like swords, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out flames.

The moment they saw his expression, the Nusa twins had already thought of dodging.

But before the thought could be transmitted through the nerves to the body, the two brothers were strangled by Angron who rushed over.

While the brothers' bodies were still mechanically dodging, Angron swung his arms toward the center, bringing them together.

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the two brothers' heads hit each other and died at the same time.

Blood splattered on the Primarch's face.

As the first drop of blood slid down Angron's face onto the red sand, the hideousness and anger in the Primarch's face also disappeared.

In the moments before the brothers died, Angron felt many emotions.

Regret, fear, dread, shock, surprise...

Angron felt the pain and the heartache at the moment of death at the same time.

A tear fell from Angron's eye, mixing with the blood and bone fragments on his face and sliding onto the red sand.

Those were not the Primarch's tears, but the dying tears of two dead men, flowing only from Angron's eyes.

The primarch stood where he was, took a heavy breath, threw away the corpse in his hand, lowered his head, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

(End of this chapter)