Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 367: The Peerless Thief
The Randan aliens were cast under some kind of psychic spell, which prevented their souls from being absorbed by psychic energy.

Qin Xia's journey of revenge wasted some time and took him in circles, but fortunately the guide before him was a pleasant surprise, so he didn't waste as much time, and he finally arrived at the place where the psychic bomb was in time.

Like all Randan alien creations, the entire cabin is made of black metal and has various strange spike-like decorations.

When Qin Xia entered the cabin, his eyes first looked at the container placed in the center of the cabin, and then at the aliens surrounding the container.

The aliens sensed someone entering the cabin, and their gazes were directed at Qin Xia from their various visual organs.

The Sloth alien, the tall overlord warrior, the interdimensional assassin with bone spurs...

Qin Xia's eyes swept over every alien present, identifying their types, and after he had identified them, all of the aliens' heads exploded.

After killing all the aliens, Qin Xia approached the container.

Recalling the embarrassing situation when I opened the container near the center of Randan No. 3 and found a whirlwind torpedo inside...

This time, Qin Xia did not open the container happily. Instead, he took a deep breath, prepared himself for a "surprise", and then gently opened the lid of the container.

Inside is a black metal sphere, engraved with various Gothic decorations and covered with spikes.

This is the psychic shielding field.

"Fortunately." Qin Xia let out a long sigh and closed the lid.

This thing couldn't be teleported away, so Qin Xia could only drag the container out by force. At the same time, he was thinking about finding the person who had led the way for him. If this guy could fly a flying vehicle, he could use the aircraft to bring back the container and the psychic bomb inside.

If not, then stay in this facility for a while, until the void war reaches this side, and then ask the people from the First Legion to drive the strange aircraft we have seen before to transport the psychic bombs back.

Qin Xia dragged the container to the gate of the cabin, passed through the gate and entered the cabin.

There is still a gate ahead.

Qin Xia dragged the container, passed through the gate again, and entered the cabin again.

There is still a gate ahead.

Qin Xia stopped, let go of the container, and thought carefully.

The cabin was what he entered from the hangar just now. Logically, he should have entered the hangar after passing through the gate, but he passed through the gate twice and was still in the cabin.

Qin Xia began to suspect that this was a psychic spell or ritual similar to "ghost wall", so he began to sense the surrounding environment.

However, no psychic fluctuations were sensed, and the psychic aliens that had previously been defeated in the psychic battle never appeared again, nor did they intervene in the battle.

Since it is not psychic power, it is real technology.

But Qin Xia recalled the information provided by the First Legion and found no description of space technology.

Qin Xia was at a loss for words, so he could only stay in the cabin temporarily and try to find a way out. If he couldn't think of a way, he would call Brown over...

The communication information in the field of vision showed that the signal was interrupted and it was impossible to make a call.

"It's really weird." Qin Xia leaned on the container, frowning in thought.

Ever since he left the Randan No. 3 mining facility, the whole thing seemed like a ghost. The psychic bomb was inexplicably replaced, and now he was stuck in a "ghost wall".

After complaining, Qin Xia calmed down and sensed the surrounding environment.

He found that he could leave at any time by using psychic teleportation, but psychic bombs and psychic shielding force fields could not be used for teleportation. If he left first, wouldn't his trip be in vain?
While he was thinking, the container Qin Xia was leaning on suddenly disappeared.

Qin Xia turned around suddenly and saw nothing behind him.

Turning his head again, a container appeared at the end of his field of vision, but it only appeared for a moment before disappearing again.

Qin Xia stood in place, alert to his surroundings, one of his eyes glowing, trying his best to sense the location of the person who controlled everything. Then in an instant he sensed the controller who suddenly appeared.

A metal skeleton suddenly emerged from the ground.

"You think this teleportation method is like the witchcraft you use, which is incomprehensible to ordinary people, isn't it?"

The skull's head was flickering with a faint light, and every time a Gothic syllable reached Qin Xia's ears, the faint light on the skull's head would flicker.

Qin Xia has realized what he is facing and has become more alert than ever. He is no longer paying attention to the container and the psychic bomb, but to the surrounding environment, and is ready to open a transmission channel and leave at any time.

No matter what anti-psychic means are used, it is impossible to prohibit Qin Xia from using psychic power in the surrounding environment or on himself due to the limitations of its working principle.

The metal skeleton stared at Qin Xia and said, "Your subordinates are so lax and easy to deceive. All it takes is a genetically modified corpse that I collected during the expedition, some disguises that can't even be considered magic tricks, and the only commendable means of teleportation in the plan, and they will be easily deceived."

Qin Xia raised his hand and decomposed the metal skull into a pool of atoms.

Then Kahn appeared in the cabin.

Kahn stood there blankly, like a breathing corpse.

Qin Xia sensed that this was not the real Kahn, but just a corpse. At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the metal skeleton's words.

A Space Marine corpse was found and disguised as Khârn, who then approached the container and used teleportation to switch the container.

"What are you thinking?"

Another metal skeleton appeared, but this time it was wearing a cloak, hunched over, and holding a scepter.

"You are thinking... can you call your android friend over, and call the toy that was made in the image of you, but has gathered the hatred that humans have for their own flesh and blood, and has discarded its own advantages..."

The skeletons paced around Qin Xia.

"That guy you call the Stone Man, you want him to come here to help you solve this dilemma, so that you can leave with the small bomb made by your ancestors, instead of teleporting away by yourself and wasting your time." "I know you think so, my logic module tells me so."

Qin Xia said nothing, raised his hand and turned the skull into atoms.

Another skeleton appeared out of nowhere and continued to pace around Qin Xia: "Can't you see clearly that this is a mechanical body?"

Qin Xia turned the skull into atoms again: "I just don't want to hear you nagging."

Another skeleton appeared. This time it stopped pacing and stood still, staring at Qin Xia quietly.

Qin Xia looked at the skeleton.

From the hunched silver body, Qin Xia had already guessed the other party's identity.

The other side came from one of the most ancient races in the galaxy, a race that had once fought against the powerful psychic race, the Ancients, who ruled the galaxy, and had won.

Necron.

The Eldar Empire was once suffocatingly powerful in its heyday, but the creators of the Eldar, the Old Ones, were hunted down and killed by the Necrons and beings called Star Gods. After that, the Necrons fell into a deep sleep, with only a few individuals still active, and some awakening from their slumber.

The technology of the Necrons has reached the pinnacle, with effects like witchcraft but without any mixture of subspace technology. It is the ultimate application of the rules of the real universe.

The Necron in front of him was named "Tarasim the Infinite".

A collector with great taste and a master thief.

Qin Xia suppressed his surprise at seeing the Necrons in this war and looked at Trazyn, but he was not prepared to open the portal and retreat immediately.

Because he knew that Trazyn could communicate.

"How did you end up in the Randan star system?" Qin Xia asked, "Are you on Randan's side?"

"You..." Trazyn savored the word, "You are not confused about the existence of my race. You know more than I expected. This is a surprise. Humans are an interesting race. They always bring me some interesting surprises."

"But it's not 'we', it's me. I am in this system, and I help the young race you call the Randan."

"But don't despair, you don't have to face me in the next war, I just did something to make things interesting."

"For example, helping Ran Dan set up a trap called Ran Dan No. 3, letting you step into it, and then taking out the weapons you thought could break the trap, changing the tilt of the war scale so that it would not overly tilt towards your race that won the first two wars."

Trazyn continued.

"You should have guessed what the plan is. Yes, Randan gets the bomb, and then uses this interesting thing that can erase the subspace structure to destroy the super-cyborgs created by your emperor."

"The Primarchs. That's what you call the cyborgs."

Qin Xia listened to Taraxin introducing his evil plan like a villain in a movie.

But Trazyn was not trying to show off, but was telling a funny story as if he was talking.

The lives of the Necrons are endless. Their souls have been devoured by their former allies and masters, leaving only their transformed, immortal metal bodies.

Trazyn is the most fun-loving of the Necrons.

"Just to have some fun?" Qin Xia said, "You went through so much trouble to come here in person, to help Ran Dan make the bomb, and to switch the bombs, just to have some fun?"

"Not entirely." Trazyn shook his head slightly, without elaborating.

Qin Xia wondered what the Necrons had to do with this war... and it actually did.

During the Randan War, the Emperor broke through the Martian Eternal Night Labyrinth and released one of the evil and powerful beings, a being called the Void Dragon.

The Void Dragon is a Star God...one of the countless fragments.

The souls of the Necrons were devoured by the C'tan, and they then took revenge on the C'tan after their victory in the war against the Old Ones called the War in Heaven, eventually shattering most of the C'tan.

They locked up the fragments of the Star God and used them.

The fragments of the Void Dragon were defeated and sealed by the Emperor on Mars in the 12th century, so it makes sense for the Necrons to target the Void Dragon.

Qin Xia thought so, but he was also unsure.

Trazyn is just a weirdo. The ideas of the iron-headed Necrons are already puzzling, not to mention Trazyn's unique ideas among the Necrons.

"Do you want to take it?" Trazyn tapped the ground with his staff.

The container containing the psychic bomb was instantly teleported behind Trazyn.

Qin Xia didn't answer.

"Take it from me in exchange," Trazyn said. "If you can give me something that I like, I will give it back to you."

Qin Xia realized that what Taraxin wanted was the collection.

Qin Xia didn't want to give it.

Qin Xia wants to get something for free.

Although in the final analysis it was Trazyn who stole the psychic bomb for Randan, and now for some reason it can be returned, it cannot be considered as getting it for free, but should be considered as returning it to its original owner.

But with the Necrons' witchy reality technology, there is really nothing that can be done if Trazyn doesn't want to return it.

(End of this chapter)