Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 534: Psychic Power Out of Control
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Qin Xia was wearing tattered clothes and walking inside the Fortitude and Determination.

The bodies of the World Eaters were everywhere.

The interior of the battleship was also in a state of post-war disrepair.

What are you doing here?
Qin Xia had forgotten everything and continued to stagger forward relying on instinct, eventually entering the command deck of the Resolute Determination.

The moment the gate was opened by psychic power, Qin Xia witnessed the scene on the command deck and was stunned for a moment.

The ground was littered with the bodies of Angron's gladiator brothers and sisters, who had died in extremely miserable ways, and there were even some Slaanesh demons playing with their corpses.

And Angron...his body was nailed to the wall by a purple sword, and his head was missing.

Qin Xia's eyes moved around and finally landed on the center of the command deck.

Mortarion stood there with a Slaanesh Daemon.

The Lord of Death's image at this time looks exactly like the Chaos version of Mortarion in 40K. He is wearing green armor, has wings on his back, and a respirator constantly filters the toxic gas exhaled from his mouth.

Mortarion held the scythe in one hand and Angron's head in the other.

"ended."

Mortarion threw the head away as casually as if it were a piece of trash.

He and the Great Daemon of Slaanesh turned together and disappeared along with the demons.

Qin Xia tried to block it with psychic power, but the supreme being in the warp protected Mortarion and intercepted the psychic energy projected by Qin Xia.

"Yochuka..."

Qin Xia walked towards Angron, his steps staggering and his voice trembling.

"Yochula..."

"Ks..."

"..."

Qin Xia called out the names of the gladiators one by one, hoping to get a response.

But there was no doubt that he could not get it. All the gladiators died tragically, and the bodies were piled up together, so that Qin Xia, who was walking towards Angron, could not even tell which gladiators were dead.

Qin Xia walked without stopping to Angron's body.

The original body's head had rolled back to the corpse, and its eyes were fixed on Qin Xia.

Qin Xia's lips trembled and his mouth opened wide, but no wailing or crying came out of it.

He knelt on the ground, held Angron's head, and gently closed his adopted son's eyes.

Qin Xia was so sad that she couldn't even hold her adopted son's head, and the head slipped from her violently trembling hands.

Qin Xia quickly crawled over and stretched out his hand to reach his adopted son's head, but his body froze as he realized something.

Looking up again, the gladiator and Angron's soul stood together.

"Avenge me," said the Spirit of Angron.

Qin Xia rushed over immediately, but found nothing.

The souls in front of them turned together and walked towards the subspace. In that treacherous place, the four gods stood together, laughing wildly and preparing various means.

The gods will inflict endless torment on Angron and the gladiators once their souls enter the Warp.

Qin Xia curled up in pain, and eventually the pain turned into anger.

A feeling of discomfort arose, as if something in my body was trying to come out.

Qin Xia covered his face and stood up, but white spiritual energy light flowed out from between his fingers.

Finally, he could no longer restrain himself. His body tensed and he raised his head suddenly, with psychic energy gushing out from his pupils and mouth.

This violent force tore everything apart, including the illusion before his eyes.

At the same time, psychic influences of varying degrees occurred throughout the empire.

On the border of Interseth, in the entire eastern part of the Empire... the warp storms in different locations, whether they occurred naturally or were summoned by something, were all dispersed by psychic screams.

The vast number of ships sailing in the warp were forced to stop sailing and passively leave the warp and return to the real universe.

Frost spread across hundreds of star systems on the border of Inters, creating an astronomical spectacle that is forever visible.

A large number of psychic awakening events occurred in the eastern part of the empire. On one planet after another, people whose psychic talents were in a very low-level harmless state woke up at night and found that the environment around them had turned into an ice cave due to supernatural cooling.

At this time, navigators who looked directly into the Warp were being trained to navigate the Warp, so no matter where in the Imperium they were, they were temporarily blinded after witnessing psychic bursts in the Warp.

Qin Xia would only know about these events later. After he ended the psychic scream caused by the intense emotional fluctuations, he found that he was still in the strange space created by the ancient sage.

Uslan's method did work, and the ancient device was blown into powder.

"Uslan...you son of a bitch...cough cough..."

Qin Xia slowly stood up while gasping for breath.

He knew that Uslan had cast an illusion on him, making him see what he feared most.

But this was the result of his own cooperation.

If the psychic scream had not torn apart everything and also torn apart the illusion cast by Uslan, if Qin Xia had not remembered everything and restrained the psychic scream at the first time, he would have killed all the think tanks who had established a mental connection with him, and the psychic disaster would have been even greater.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down for a moment, Qin Xia wondered where Aribati would appear after being killed, and what this guy would do next.

Continue to try to corrupt Horus a few hundred times?
What a joke, there is no way Aribati could actually try it hundreds of times.

Only by using the layout of Intres and the ancient relics did they have such a good opportunity to assassinate Horus. If they continued to try after losing all the advantages, they would just be kicked away easily by Horus or others like before. "You have failed temporarily, bastard." Qin Xia teleported out of the current space.

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at the same time.

The Luna Wolves flagship.

The Warmaster's ship was suspended alone in the void, and as lonely as it looked, Erebus was just as lonely at this moment.

He was in a room full of automatic weapons, accompanied by books. No one came to see him for a long time. His legion and primarch didn't want him anymore. Although he was on the Luna Wolves' flagship, he was not accepted by them.

But at this moment Erebus had something new to admire.

For some unknown reason, an astronomical wonder suddenly appeared in the galaxy.

A broad and smooth ice belt appeared at the edge of the galaxy. It looked like a "star ring" surrounding the entire galaxy, spreading from the extremely distant and deep void, and then spreading to the distant and deep void...

It must have passed through at least several star systems, Erebus thought.

Outside the portholes shone the light of stars reflected by the ice belt.

The handsome face of Erebus was reflected in the porthole.

After admiring the astronomical wonder for a while, Erebus suddenly heard footsteps.

The sound of footsteps immediately made him alert, because no one had been to where he was for a long time.

The door was pushed open.

Abaddon looked at Erebus and said, "Your imitation has just been killed. It will probably take a day or two before it comes out to disgust people again. You can move around for a while."

"Finally." Erebus followed Abaddon out of the room.

Eribati had appeared several times during the Great Crusade. Every time he appeared and was killed, there was a break of more than a day. This day was usually Eribati's favorite moment because he could move freely without having to worry about Eribati coming to find him.

The two men came to the open space outside the room, where there were several weapon racks. Whenever Erebas was free to move, he would take a weapon from the weapon rack, hone his fighting skills, and make sure he would not forget how to fight.

This time too.

"I really don't want to fight with you, it's meaningless." Abaddon subconsciously picked up the sword.

"But you will still fight with me." Erebus also picked up the sword and saluted respectfully, "Thank you."

Abaddon always lost his temper at this time because Erebus was too polite.

After accepting Erebus' salute, Abaddon rushed towards him with sword in hand, stepping forward and slashing.

The weapons collided and sparks flew.

"No strength at all." Abaddon looked at his opponent who had already put all his strength into wrestling with him when their weapons collided. "If you ask me, you'd better stay in your room and read a book or something. I can feel that you are really not good at fighting and killing."

"I'm sorry, but I have to learn it, otherwise I won't be able to kill Aribati next time..."

"I have to remind you that no matter how strong you are, you can't kill him."

Abaddon suddenly remembered how powerless he and the other members of the Council of Four Kings had felt when facing Eribati while the Primarch was unconscious.

Erebus pushed hard and put some distance between himself and Abaddon.

The two men fought with swords again, slashing and blocking a few times.

In the final fight, Erebus swung his sword again, and Abaddon easily dodged it, but after he stepped back and stood still, a few strands of hair on his head fell off.

Erebus saw Abaddon reach out to catch the hair, and then saw him cast a fierce look at him.

The explanation and apology that was about to come out of his mouth were punched back into his throat by Abaddon.

"Waste!" Abaddon growled, "What can you do? Kill people? You're not good at that! Research knowledge? I don't think you're good at that either! You don't even know as much about Chaos as we do!"

Erebus spat out a mouthful of blood and silently endured the insult without retorting.

Abaddon's temper became more and more violent, and his words became more and more unpleasant: "You are useless. You can do nothing but cause trouble! Even Eribati is inseparable from you!"

Hearing this, Erebus stood up suddenly and punched Abaddon in the face: "What bullshit?! I don't want that bastard to come out and cause trouble. I don't want that either. I want to destroy him completely more than any of you!"

"Really? Then just kill yourself, and if you die he will die too!" Abaddon punched back, knocking Erebus to the ground.

The latter lay on the ground for a while, raised his head, and gave Abaddon not another counterattack, but a complicated gaze: "What do you mean?"

Abaddon seemed to be very angry and immediately told Qin Xia everything he had heard about Erebus and Eribati.

Originally one person, he was divided into two extremely pure sides of good and evil.

Anchor point theory.

Anyway, I said everything.

"So if I die, he can die too?" Erebus asked.

"Of course." Abaddon nodded angrily.

Erebus took about half a second to think.

He first thought about the harm of Aribati's life, and then thought about the benefits that his own life would bring.

Finally, when the time was about to reach one second, Erebus suddenly pulled out the bolt pistol from Abaddon's waist and pulled the trigger at his temple.

The angry expression on Abaddon's face disappeared with the death of Erebus, and he looked unusually calm and composed.

"sorry."

"But father, if you can't be this evil man, then let me do it."

(End of this chapter)