Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 40 Trading
"Because I hate them, I want them to die."

Turk's expression became more and more severe, and his voice became more and more frantic.

Qin Xia looked at Tark calmly without saying a word.

"It is precisely because I hate them that I get very excited when I see my brother suffering because his sons were killed and hating me because he is dissatisfied with my order not to allow revenge."

"Then I commanded him to marry a slave, both for himself and his sons' wives, because of the hateful look of my brother."

At this point, Turk suddenly burst into laughter and clapped his hands on the table.

The slaves around him laughed too.

Qin Xia still had no expression on his face, he just thought this guy was a lunatic.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." Turk suddenly froze, then smiled and waved his hands, returning to his normal dining state.

Qin Xia had no appetite at all. After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "What is the sculpture on the way to the arena?"

"Sculpture?" Turk raised his eyebrows. "That's not a sculpture. That's a combat robot."

"How much stronger is it than the security intelligent machine?" Qin Xia asked again.

"It's so powerful that the security omnics are at a disadvantage in front of it." Tark said bluntly, "But there are very few of these ghost things, so you don't have to worry about encountering it."

Qin Xia frowned slightly, not knowing whether what Tark said was an unguarded honesty or a half-truth.

Tark continued, "I want you to do something for me. Help me destroy a family. If you agree and do it, you won't have to worry about running into that ghost thing in that small noble family."

"If I agree? Does that mean I can refuse?" Qin Xia asked.

"Of course, I don't hate you. You don't have to worry about dying if you refuse, but I believe you won't refuse." Tark raised a finger. "Make me a condition. Any condition is fine, including setting you free and giving you citizenship. Make it happen now."

"Then it's okay, but my condition is to set all the gladiators free and give them citizenship," Qin Xia said.

"I don't like gladiatorial combat, but people need it." Tark shook his head slightly. "The nobles have 10,000 alternative entertainment options, but the only entertainment for slaves and untouchables is watching gladiatorial combat on TV in the garbage dump. So I can't cancel gladiatorial combat, let alone let go of all the people who participated in it."

Qin Xia said without hesitation: "Forget it. I have changed my request to: I need a drug that can regenerate severed limbs, and all gladiators will no longer have fasting days from today. In addition, they can get drug supplies every week."

"These are three requests, although they are very small." Turk shook his head at first, but suddenly nodded, "I will promise you one first, you choose one and let me fulfill it now, and then I will fulfill the remaining two after you have done what I asked you to do."

Qin Xia nodded: "Send someone to the cave to deliver medicine that can regenerate severed limbs."

"You want to regenerate the limb of that kid with a broken arm?" Tark instantly guessed Qin Xia's intention. "I think it's better to give him a prosthetic body. It's better than the original one and definitely not inferior."

After thinking about it, Qin Xia nodded again.

Yochula needs an arm, but he also needs to become stronger, and a prosthetic arm is a good choice.

"Your requests are all for your gladiator friends." Turk was a little confused, "Why don't you ask for something for yourself?"

Qin Xia did not respond immediately.

He was thinking that Tark would never give him what he wanted, so he had to fight for it himself.

No matter who the noble who was to be killed was or where he was, Qin Xia believed that the noble had what he wanted, and as long as he left the arena, he would get what he wanted.

"I only want one thing," Qin Xia said. "The survival of my gladiator friends, a guaranteed survival."

Turk raised his head, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then finally raised his glass with a smile, "Happy cooperation!"

……

late at night.

In an oasis above the red sand of Nukalia.

Qin Xia stood in the forest and looked at the luxurious manor in front of him.

The Maggot Eye fell from the sky, but this Maggot Eye was a little different from the Maggot Eye in the Nukalia Colosseum. It was also a sphere, but larger.

After the Maggot Eye arrived, it immediately teleported some equipment to Qin Xia.

Qin Xia squatted down to check and found that the small package contained a sci-fi-looking sword, an energy pistol without a magazine, and some explosives. "Sorry, sir, I can't provide more support because this is a secret operation. Although you may have seen that this operation is not so secret, I still have to obey orders." The voice of the operator came from the Maggot Eye, "But the master of the Tark family said that he doesn't want you to die in this cooperation, so if you feel powerless and trapped, please fire the flares in the backpack."

Qin Xia said nothing, did not take any weapon, just put on his backpack and walked towards the manor.

"After you send out the signal flare, a flying vehicle will come to the manor to pick you up. However, in this case, the operation cannot be disguised as a wizard prisoner in the manor going crazy and out of control, killing everyone."

"If you kill them normally and fire a flare after you come out, the tribe leader's guards will come to pick you up in a flying vehicle."

The Maggot Eye followed Qin Xia, chattering incessantly.

Qin Xia stopped not far away.

The Maggot Eye also stopped shortly afterwards.

Qin Xia turned around and hooked his finger at the Maggot Eye.

The operator of the military Maggot Eye immediately controlled the drone forward and approached Qin Xia's mouth.

"Get lost." Qin Xia said.

"Okay." The Military Maggot Eye immediately became invisible and took off into the air.

Qin Xia turned around and looked at the manor, then continued walking forward.

When he took a step forward, everything in front of his eyes suddenly went dark, and then his field of vision was filled with a picture that kept getting closer and farther away.

How many guards are there in the manor and what is the manor's defense deployment.

There were other people in the manor, such as slaves. It was night, and the slaves were locked up in the dungeon under the farm behind the largest building in the manor as usual, and the guards took over all the chores in the manor.

Qin Xia knew all of this.

Qin Xia found that his ability to predict had become even stronger.

With a very satisfied feeling, Qin Xia continued to move forward.

At the entrance of the manor, ten armed guards were standing guard. Each of them saw a hunchbacked old man walking towards the manor.

Qin Xia used his psychic power to affect the vision of the people in front of him.

Qin Xia continued to move forward, picking up stones on the ground as he walked.

"you……"

The first guard questioned, then blurted out the last syllable as his head was smashed by a rock.

Qin Xia continued to walk forward, throwing stones casually as he walked, killing all ten guards one after another.

It's not that he didn't want to use the weapons in the packages, but those weapons were not tailor-made for his Astartes body. His little finger couldn't even fit into the ring-mounted activation structure of the pistol.

As for the sword, from the mortal's standard it was just a dagger, and Qin Xia felt that he might as well not use it.

The moment the first guard was killed, the alarm directly connected to the heart sounded, and the shrill alarm echoed in the manor.

All the nearby guards came over, some holding shields and daggers, and some holding energy rifles.

The former immediately formed a shield formation, while the latter lined up like line infantry, ready to concentrate fire.

Qin Xia could see that the military proficiency of the Nuceria people was really poor.

In the eyes of the guards, Qin Xia was just an old man, so the leader asked directly: "Who hired you, old man? Do you know who you want to kill?"

"I don't care." Qin Xia slowly moved his body, with his left hand pointing to the sky and his right hand to the ground, and took a step forward. "No matter which slave owner died, no matter who killed him, as long as he died, it's a good thing. I will have one less enemy in the future."

The shock wave spreads.

Everything within a radius of sixty meters was shattered.

(End of this chapter)