Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 37 God? Miscellaneous soldiers!

"I'm back." Qin Xia strode into the cave.

He was stunned when he found that the gladiators were gathered together waiting for him.

"What's wrong?" Qin Xia felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle and serious.

"Man." Crest walked forward slowly and stared at Qin Xia's eyes calmly.

Qin Xia frowned and looked at Crest, not understanding what was going on.

Kleist's expression suddenly changed from calm to ecstatic: "You killed a team of guards! You killed a team! A whole team!"

The gladiators cheered.

Ono also cast an admiring look at Qin Xia from behind the crowd.

Angron didn't know why everyone was so happy about the guards being killed, but because everyone was happy he was happy too, and it looked like he was grinning.

"You defeated all the guards with just three punches and two kicks... and that bastard called the Swordsman, you tore off his arm and strangled him to death! Well done!"

"Before I came and saw this, I thought that the messengers of God would not shed blood..."

"God's messengers will bleed. Ono killed a guard when he was young."

"I didn't kill a single guard. That guy got stuck in the quicksand and I killed him."

"..."

Listening to the gladiators' praises and exclamations, Angron finally understood why the gladiators were so excited and amazed by the deaths of those guards.

Because in their opinion it is impossible to kill a warrior of that level with bare hands.

"Those bastards are not God's messengers, and the High Knights are not God either."

Qin Xia spoke to everyone with a smile, gesturing with his hands.

"When that bastard who claims to be a swordsman rushed over, I instantly realized where I should hit him."

"I grabbed his fate by the throat. Did you see that? I tore off his right arm with a snap and threw him out."

"I rushed to the bastard at full speed... I didn't want to strangle him at that time, I wanted to kick him to death."

Qin Xia said as he took two steps back to distance himself from the crowd, then quickly jumped up and kicked out with both feet together.

"That's it. A flying kick."

"But then I thought it would be too easy for him if I kicked him to death. His damn father knocked me out. How dare he come to seek revenge?"

Qin Xia performed an Ultra Flying Kick and quickly stood up from the ground. He said to everyone, "If it were you, you could also kill those running dogs of the High Knight."

Originally, all the gladiators were very excited, but when Qin Xia heard the last sentence, everyone except Angron and Ono fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

"You have a strong body," Kleist said. "You can avoid the silver vines and tear off the guards' hands, but we can't."

"You really can't dodge." Qin Xia nodded with a smile, "But I said you can kill the Guards because the Guards and the High Knights are human beings just like you. They just rely on their good equipment."

"Cleist."

"If I gave you a power spear, or something fierce."

Qin Xia said to Crest.

"Your fighting skills will kill a guard like killing a dog. Just shoot the guard and make him spit blood and twitch all over."

Upon hearing this, Crest did not agree with these words, but just forced a smile.

Qin Xia understood that most people here were afraid of the Guards and the High Knights. The God of Nuceria was not a title made up by the High Knights themselves because they were sultry and confident. They were just like Ono said, they could do what only gods could do.

But these people need to understand why the High Knights and Guards are like gods, and how to prevent them from exerting their so-called "divine power".

This will take time, and now is not the time for a long speech.

"Guys, it's time for the Triumphal Rope!" Qin Xia sat on the ground, revealing his broad back. "One person, help me record this victory of unilaterally slaughtering the Guards."

Qin Xia looked very happy and cheerful.

Ono looked at Qin Xia, recalling how ferocious and cruel Qin Xia had been in the arena.

The old bear thought about it and felt that Qin Xia might have a clear boundary that divided people into friends, neutrals, and enemies.

Coldness and cruelty are contradictory to the current joy and friendliness, but people are so complex and contradictory.

Kleist smiled and stepped forward to poke a small blood spot on Qin Xia's back, and spoke in a deliberately hoarse voice: "So you are now the Guards Slayer! Strong man!"

"Of course, Madam Quasi-Guards Slaughterer." Qin Xia responded with a smile, "I am still the fucking Guards Widow Maker."

"The Widowmaker of the Guards... The Widowmaker..." Angron was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of surprise. "What a good name! If I can get a good weapon in the future, I will name it after it."

……

night.

Yochula huddled in a corner, sweating all over and his face pale from the pain of his broken arm.

He had already wrapped the magic bandage that he had distributed earlier around the broken part, but it only made the broken part heal quickly. The pain was still there, but he couldn't tell where it came from.

When the pain made the young gladiator, who was the same age as Qin Xia, become dazed, he would recall the scene of his arm being cut off and dismembered by the skinner. Every time he thought of this, he would feel more pain.

When his consciousness was blurred, Yochula vaguely saw a person coming in front of him.

The man then squatted down and injected something into his arm, and the pain subsided.

"I only picked this up from the armor of the Guards in the arena." Qin Xia sat next to Yochula and crushed the empty potion tube. "This may be what they use to quickly relieve pain when they are injured. Do you think it works?"

Yochula did not respond.

He wanted to respond, but he was too weak from the pain and sudden relief he was now experiencing to speak.

After Qin Xia had been sitting with Yochula for half an hour, Yochula finally came to his senses and apologized for his silence: "I'm... I'm sorry... I..."

"It's okay. I understand." Qin Xia patted Yochula's back. "This will probably relieve the pain for a few days. Give me some more time. I will find a way to make you no longer in pain, or even completely recover."

Yochula looked at Qin Xia, his facial muscles trembling, and he forced a smile with great effort.

Qin Xia looked at Yochula. He recalled that after Yochula was injured, he watched Crest and Ono go up to bandage Yochula.

He felt that it was ineffective to not provide material help when it was needed and only give verbal comfort, so he began to think about how to use psychic power to restore broken limbs.

It hasn't been researched yet, but at least I can use a tube of potion picked up from the Guards to help Yochula.

"You...you are very kind to me..." Yochula said, "why...why?"

Qin Xia was stunned by the question.

After a brief silence, Qin Xia lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, then slowly spoke: "Because your mother cares about you very much. I don't even know your mother's name, nor do I know her, but I just care about people like you... and I envy you..."

"Have a good rest, tough guy." Qin Xia stood up, went back to the corner and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes. "I will try to make sure your mother sees her son is whole and healthy before she comes next time."

(End of this chapter)