Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 38 Threat
Early next morning.

The sound of the gate opening in the cave startled all the gladiators.

The gladiators either sat up or stood up and looked out of the gate.

A large number of security robots blocked the roads leading to the outside world. The grand display of using security robots to support the scene indicated to everyone that the master of the arena had arrived.

The person in charge still strode into the cave with a cold expression.

He walked straight past all the gladiators and came in front of Qin Xia, shouting with his head raised.

"You think you are particularly powerful?"

"In this place that belongs to me!"

"Your power is not as effective as the pen in my hand. If I want, I can write a few words and you will die!"

"..."

Hearing these shouts, Qin Xia looked down at the person in charge and listened expressionlessly until the guy had finished shouting all the words he wanted to shout.

There were some insults among them.

It was not until the person in charge was exhausted from shouting that Qin Xia slowly spoke: "So, you are here for your brother and nephew's matter? You said you could kill me with a pen, but you are here barking like a dog?"

"You even took an entire night to trouble me about your dead nephew."

"Oh, by the way, you took my favor yesterday and held the funerals of the father and son together. It took a whole night, but it only took one night, a pit. You're welcome, I always like to help others."

Qin Xia's words were like adding fuel to the fire. The person in charge became furious and continued to shout and curse.

Angron glared at the man in charge, clenching his fists.

Crest pulled Angron in, shaking his head slightly at him.

Ono did not stop anyone at this time. Now he was the one who was irrational and calm. After grabbing a stone on the ground, he slowly approached behind the person in charge.

"Shut up!"

While the person in charge was still chattering and barking, Qin Xia shouted loudly.

Frost condensed on the walls, and the person in charge wanted to shut up from the bottom of his soul, so he stopped talking.

"Why did you come straight over here to threaten me? What are you thinking?" Qin Xia looked confused. "Do you think your threats and your so-called killing pen will work? I don't know where I rank among all the gladiators in the arena, but I know I must be very popular after I killed the guards and those bastards from the Talco family."

"The Colosseum is yours? No, of course not. You are just a dog tied to the Colosseum to guard the gate. The only difference between you and the trapped beasts like us is that you have a master."

"If I were you, I wouldn't come here and humiliate myself."

As Qin Xia spoke, he analyzed the motives and psychological character of the person in charge.

From the very beginning, the person in charge gave him the impression of being incredibly stupid.

Of course, this guy didn't act so stupidly at first, but Qin Xia knew he was a fool at first glance.

Ninety percent of the reason why he was able to become the person in charge of the arena was because he was talented in both civil and military affairs, and intelligent.

Qin Xia could even profile the personality of the responsible master.

He must be an arrogant control freak who doesn't care whether the people under him are qualified to hold an important position. He only cares whether they are completely loyal to him and carry out his orders and will 100%.

"You are very popular, but that's just to prevent me from dragging you out and beating you to death with a simple order. I can still kill you, but it'll be more popular and more entertaining for the Nukerians." The person in charge gritted his teeth, "Besides, I didn't come here specifically to pick a fight with you. You don't have the qualifications or level to do so."

"Then you just came here to get scolded." Qin Xia smiled, "I don't mind insulting you in a hundred ways that involve personal insults, but if it makes you feel good, forget it." "..." The person in charge was silent for a while, and after a long time, he couldn't come up with a strong counterattack, so he turned around and left, "The nobleman I mentioned before who allowed you to make any request is here again, and he wants to have lunch with you."

"Having dinner with your control freak master? Forget it. If having this meal allows me to skin you alive, I'd be happy to do it." Qin Xia said.

"Of course you can refuse." The person in charge stopped and turned back with a sly smile, "Lord Tark is not a petty person, especially when it comes to real slaves."

“……” Qin Xia frowned.

"The door is open until noon. You can make your own decision." The person in charge turned around again and left.

When the guard dog left, Angron stepped forward and said, "You should never have lunch with a noble. I have a bad feeling about this."

"I agree." Kleist agreed, "And he opened the gate. Maybe this is our chance to escape, or at least we can gather some information."

After saying that, Crest looked at Ono, wanting to ask for his opinion.

Ono stood there holding the stone, not knowing what he was thinking and saying nothing.

"I have a question." Suddenly a gladiator asked, "We are not locked in the cave forever. We know how to get outside from here. What other information do we need to collect?"

"We know how to get there? Yes, we know how to get to the arena, to that damn place isolated by the damn energy shield." Crest roared, "Idiot! This is not the way we need to know!"

"But no one has ever tried to get out of the energy shield. Maybe there is some mechanism buried under the red sand."

"Then try it next time you are in a fight. When others cut you, you can slowly search for it on the vast red sand!"

"..."

Qin Xia observed the gladiators while Crest was arguing with others.

Many of these gladiators stared at the opened gate.

The heavy gate that Caesar once needed psychic power to penetrate was now open to everyone.

Angron was also staring at the gate, clearly wondering whether to rush out.

Most of the people here have been locked up for too long, and their desire to escape outweighs everything else.

"This gate is not made of any extraordinary material." Qin Xia said, "If I lick it as food, my corrosive saliva can dissolve a hole in it."

Everyone listened to Qin Xia's words and thought he was joking, but looking at his expression, he was not joking.

"Even if I grab the person in charge and read his memory while he's here, I'll know how to get there."

"But this gate and this arena are not our only obstacles. If everyone doesn't want to die, then we have to think long-term."

Qin Xia continued.

"We have to consider where to find better weapons after we get out of this gate, instead of the usual harpoons and other crap we are given."

"We have to consider what kind of stronger enemy we will fight with better weapons, where we will settle down after escaping the arena, and even how to face the encirclement and suppression of the slave owners. We even have to consider how we can get rid of the slave owners forever, such as killing them with an uprising."

"I miss every breath of hot, scorching air outside, and my heart tells me I want to rush out right now."

Qin Xia slowly glanced at each person.

"But the Coliseum isn't really the only hell we have to face. I hate to say it, but this hell right now is relatively mild."

(End of this chapter)