Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 333 The Beauty I Never Had
"Give my regards to your children."

The female gladiator stabbed the High Knight's master in the chest with a short sword.

This ancient weapon that could even cut through refined gold easily cut through the ancient armor that the head of the High Knight family used to protect himself.

The blade of the dagger flashed.

Curze, who was watching carefully, noticed that the blade of the dagger was flickering, a flicker that could only be noticed by the vision brought about by the Primarch's superhuman physiological structure.

Before the dagger pierced the heart of the head of the Tall Knight family, it had already killed several of the head's descendants.

Until the master of the house stopped moving, the female gladiator did a dozen neat backflips, drew her sword and retreated, avoiding the explosion when the master's armor self-destructed.

At this time, Koz noticed that the female gladiator had a slightly bulging belly.

"Finish the job and collect ancient relics."

Angron commanded everyone in the absence of Qin Xia, the swordsman.

The female gladiator with a slightly bulging belly stood there motionless. When everyone noticed that she was motionless, they all turned around to look at her. Then she got some blood from her legs and looked at everyone in a daze: "This is my blood."

After saying this, the female gladiator fell to the ground.

Her husband was the first to rush over to check on her.

The crowd gathered around her, looking carefully for any injuries, but they didn't see any.

Angron sensed the heart of the female gladiator, and then realized that even the bleeding person herself didn't know why she was bleeding.

Until Angron suddenly turned his head and looked at Cromach, and realized something from Cromach's heart.

"She's giving birth!" Cromack exclaimed.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Onomamus.

As the oldest man, Oenomamus always had experience in many things, but when it came to production he was no different from ninety-nine percent of the gladiators.

Oenomamus was even more confused than the others.

"Listen to Cromach!" Angron shouted, "He had a daughter before he entered the arena. He has more experience than us!"

Cromach immediately instructed his companions: "Find a flat place... bring some blankets, medical kits, and sterilizers... everyone else, don't gather here, find something to do! Let this mother breathe some fresh air!"

When Koz saw this, he took a breath and could only smell gunpowder and blood, but no fresh air at all.

"Who's going to give birth?!" Qin Xia was suddenly teleported out accompanied by ice and snow.

After seeing the scene in front of him, he disappeared in an instant. When he came out the next second, he had many blankets and medical supplies in his hands.

Angron and the gladiators found the intact bodies and piled them together.

Qin Xia used his psychic power to transfer the blanket to the corpse and spread it over it. He then put his hands together and squeezed the corpse tighter, making a very simple bed.

The female gladiator was picked up by Angron and placed on the "bed".

Cromachi pulled Qin Xia along to help deliver the baby.

The female gladiator's husband could do nothing but squat in front of his wife nervously, holding her hand tightly.

"Take a deep breath!"

"take it easy!"

Cromach was just about to say some key points when suddenly a cry was heard and a baby fell into Qin Xia's arms.

Curze breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Angron, who was standing next to him and watching the scene.

Qin Xia held her breath, slowly stood up, and looked at the baby in her arms.

There was a gleam in his eyes and an expression of surprise.

This was true for everyone present.

Koz sensed why these people were so surprised.

The friendship they had in the past was only one of the reasons. Another reason was that the gladiators realized that the newborn baby represented "continuation" and "inheritance."

When the baby cries for the first time, it means that someone in Nuceria will always remember the Devourers and the uprising war. The child will grow up and listen to the stories told by the gladiators.

He knew what kind of people the City Devourers were, and he knew what kind of group his mother and father belonged to.

Even if the High Knights suppressed this uprising... this child would be kept somewhere and live on as a witness and eyewitness of this unprecedented uprising, passing on the stories of the City Devourers.

The City Eaters will not be considered as a group of executioners as the High Knights say, a group of thugs who live by eating shit...even if when the City Eaters are destroyed, only this child will know the truth.

And if the Eater succeeded, the child would grow up in a new world as a free person rather than a slave or a gladiator.

At the same time, this child also represents "rebirth" and "end".

The birth of a new world, the birth of a people who will live in the new Nuceria.

The end of the era of brutal slavery by the High Knights, and even the end of the gladiators.

"City Devourers...we must prepare to become teachers."

Qin Xia held the baby in one hand, and with the other hand, which was flashing with a bright white light, she gently and slowly touched the baby's forehead.

The psychic energy cleans the blood from the baby.

Qin Xia turned around and slowly placed the baby into the female gladiator's arms.

The female gladiator looked at the child tenderly, kissed his forehead, and then put the child into her husband's arms.

Her husband, crying with joy, also gave a kiss, then handed the child to the arms of his other family members.

The baby's family members took the child one by one and passed it around. When it was Angron's turn, he didn't take it because he was afraid that his fingers, which could penetrate the wall of the bunker, would hurt this still fragile little life.

Eventually the baby was returned to his mother's arms.

"Antota," the female gladiator said gently, "this will be his name."

The female gladiator then explained the origin of the name.

In the arena where she was, she was the only survivor when the gladiators fought their way out of the arena, driven by a prophecy and decided to join the Devourer.

The prophecy is that two demigods will descend from the sky, one of whom will bring liberation to the people of Nuceria, while the other will bring a new era and order.

The prophecy was almost exactly the same as the "God's Prophecy" that Qin Xia had heard before, but the culture to which the female gladiator belonged was different from the cultural background of most Nuceria people. The source might have come from a person who could predict the future, and as it was passed on, different versions were spread among different ethnic groups.

And the name Antota means: "One blessed by two demigods."

"Now... the battle is not completely over yet." The female gladiator kissed the child's forehead, stretched the ropes on the breastplate to place the child in the breastplate, and then tightened the ropes to fit just right.

"I want my children to live in an age without high knights."

The memory segment presented to Angron and Curze ended here.

Angron looked at Curze, and Curze looked at Angron.

A smile appeared on the pale and cold face of the Midnight Haunter.

While Koz was just continuing to share his feelings with Angron, he felt the inner thoughts of everyone in his memory except Qin Xia.

Everyone's joy, gratitude, and happiness were all sensed by Koz.

Curze recalled what Fulgrim had said about Angron's Blood Drinker Guard, and how certain mortals would always follow the Primarch and his guards, these superhumans.

At that time, Curze felt that Angron attached too much importance to the relationship with mortals, but now he realized firsthand what kind of friendship Angron, as a Primarch who never considered himself a demigod, had established with these mortals, and what kind of collective and family they formed together.

A community that was originally established in battle, an extremely close-knit group, coupled with Angron's innate ability, allows everyone in this group to sense each other's emotions under Angron's intentional or unintentional influence.

So this group became a family.

Angron did not even call mortals mortals, but "ordinary people", which was enough to show the influence of mortals on him.

"You'd even be willing to die for them," Coates said.

Angron nodded. "I was not what you see now from the beginning. The Emperor did not put a single thing into my head. I did not know how to resist... It was my adoptive father and my brothers and sisters who taught me everything, including resistance... For them, I am willing to do anything, anything!"

"I understand." Coze nodded, "If I also had a group of people like this..."

Curz suddenly thought, what if he landed behind Nostramo.

If there was someone like Qin Xia, or Onomamos, who could teach me as a foster father or elder.

And then meeting a group of like-minded people in the growth experience, just like the gladiators.

Later on Nostramo, he and they went together to change the damn world of Nostramo, punish criminals together, and intimidate gang bosses together.

Then after killing a group of people, return to a safe corner... Coze thought that he would call that corner "home".

Even if that home is just part of a dirty and smelly sewer, you have to give up comfort for privacy.

Even if that home is just a small shack in the slums.

But because of those people, it’s a wonderful place.

At home, people laughed and talked about how many criminals they had killed during the day and how many gangs they had destroyed, and they spoke of the gang leaders with either obscene sarcasm or the harshest curses.

Thinking of this, Curze said to Angron, "It would be great if I could have these."

Angron sensed what Coze had just thought and felt that this was actually feasible.

Because although Nostramo exists to highlight the evil of human nature, and 90% of its people are evil, one of the characteristics of intelligent creatures is their psychological and personality diversity.

There will always be some pure people born on Nostramo.

If they can be found by Curze before being played to death by others or forced to die due to the environment, they will become Curze's like-minded people, Curze's "city eaters".

Even Koz was influenced and changed by them during his interactions with them.

"I'm a little tired," Coates said.

Angron nodded and snapped his fingers, awakening the two from the spiritual world created by the ancient relics.

Angron no longer shares his abilities.

After waking up, Koze could no longer sense Angron's inner thoughts, nor could he read his own heart as efficiently as before.

The cold thoughts returned again.

This kind of thinking is the thinking of Curze on Nostramo.

No matter how good the fantasy that Coze had just now was, it was just a fantasy. The environment and growth experience of Nostramo changed Coze forever.

The Primarch, the Emperor's greatest creation, is regarded as a demigod by mortals...

They are not born with their own self and personality traits; they are influenced and changed by the environment.

At least here in Curze, the people of Nostramo have forever imprinted a unique way of thinking and behavior on the demigods.

"I can never have my own City Eaters," Curze said suddenly, "because my prophetic powers will allow me to see their fates. If I get along with them like you do, and am willing to die for them... I will go crazy when I predict their deaths."

Angron frowned slightly and nodded silently.

He felt that what Koz said was right.

Angron himself felt that Curze's ability to predict the future was even more terrifying, because he imagined that if he could see the deaths of the gladiators, then out of self-protection, he would never open his heart and would never be willing to establish a beautiful friendship.

When a person meets another person, he sees in the prophecy that he and that person will become such good brothers and be willing to give their lives to each other, but the other person ends up being hacked to death...

So, with the idea that "not contacting the other person may change the other person's fate", or out of psychological self-defense and unwillingness to establish the friendship in the prophecy...people with the ability to predict will choose not to establish friendship with the other person, and may even take the initiative to make the other person hate them.

At least when an "irrelevant" person, or even someone who "hates oneself", dies, the pain caused will always be less.

“Curze. My brother.” Angron stared at Curze. “What fate do you foretell for me?”

Koz immediately smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No... No, I don't want to see your fate..."

However, a feeling spread from Curze's heart, and that feeling was fear - fear of the power of prophecy.

Whenever the prophetic disease was about to strike, Curze would experience this telepathic fear.

“Tell me.” Angron held Curze’s shoulders, still gazing at him. “Tell me. Tell me.”

Koze tried to retreat, but was held down by Angron.

When they first met, Angron felt that Coze was stronger than himself, but this strength was not based on strength but skill. As a relatively large Primarch and whose body size could change with his mentality, it was not difficult for Angron to win in a strength confrontation.

"Face your prophecy!" Angron cried. "Face your greatest fear! Tell me your greatest fear! Show me what prophecy is causing my brother's suffering!"

Koz raised his head suddenly, his body tensed and trembling.

The look of fear that once only appeared on the faces of people killed by Curze appeared on Curze's face.

Then Angron paused.

And Curze also finished reading the prophecy, and said in a trembling voice: "I... I saw you... you were killed by a sword."

(End of this chapter)