Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 574: Blessing of Tzeentch
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subspace.

The realm of Tzeentch.

Number 11 stood on a crystal mountain, with countless Tzeentch demons below him.

The ever-changing demon lords, who are rarely seen in the real universe, are as numerous as ants at this time.

Where No. 11 was looking, Tzeentch was sitting on the ground polishing the crystal.

The God of Darkness sometimes appears as a conceptual being, and everything he does is beyond the limits of the imagination of real creatures. Sometimes he appears as a mortal being, doing mundane and concrete things.

"Give me Horus, Tzeentch."

"I spied his fate in the Well of Eternity. He is extremely important to our cause. Give him to me."

Eleven holds a ritual dagger, pointing it at the Dark Lord.

"No, no, no, I have other plans for him." Tzeentch raised his head and put the polished crystal into the hands of a little blue demon. "He can't belong to me anyway, so why should I consider our so-called common cause and hand him over to you?"

Number Eleven turned and left.

He had tried to persuade him many times, but Tzeentch was unwilling to give up Horus.

Eleven left the realm of Tzeentch and joined the Storm under the watchful eyes of the other three Chaos Gods and the Demonic Alliance.

Not long after, another guest arrived outside the Tzeentch Realm.

Jianqi raised his head and saw Qin Xia who had just completed the trial of the Holy Book of All Knowledge.

"Hehehe..."

A chuckle came from Tzeentch's mouth.

"Hahaha!"

The laughter grew louder.

“Ahahahahahahahaha!!!”

The laughter of the Lord of Change echoed in the subspace, even drifting into countless real universes, causing ripples above the curtain.

Qin Xia knew what Jianqi was laughing at.

Laughing at Slut.

The three gods united against Tzeentch, defeating him in the Great Game and forcing him to cede a concept intertwined with the power of Slaanesh.

While Slaanesh was admiring his thirst for knowledge, someone completed the Trial of the Tome of Knowledge and took the concept away.

The three gods' efforts ended up making things difficult for others.

In Tzeentch's view, the three fools might not even know that they were deliberately losing the great game - failure was part of the plan.

"I come for Horus." Qin Xia held the Sword of Sirius in one hand and a spear in the other, with a Soulless Device hanging around his waist. Although this device had little effect in the subspace, it was better to have it than not to have it.

"Oh. You are here for Horus." Tzeentch raised his right hand and moved his fingers gently.

The situation in the Crystal Demon Realm changed suddenly, and Horus was suddenly teleported in front of Qin Xia.

At this time, Horus was no longer suffering from torture, but he was made suspicious and did not ask for help after seeing Qin Xia.

Qin Xia frowned and looked at Horus.

Vigilance, excitement, disgust, surprise, suspicion...all kinds of expressions appeared on Horus' face in turn.

The Primarch had been tortured to the point where he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. He didn't know whether the Qin Xia he saw was real or fake.

Even those false pasts caused Horus to have a series of different reactions when he saw Qin Xia. It was obvious that Qin Xia was Horus' enemy in a certain illusion.

A Dark God could torture a Primarch like this.

Tzeentch simply showed Qin Xia a look at Horus, proving that not only had he not done anything to the Primarch, he wasn't even torturing him anymore.

The Primarch was then teleported to the very center of the Demon Realm and hung above the Well of Eternity.

"I don't expect you to hand him over obediently." Qin Xia walked towards the Demon Realm.

"You don't have to fight for him." Tzeentch smiled, "Since you showed me such a transformation, how about I give you some blessings?"

Qin Xia still didn't stop.

"Give me the first blessing, and I will send Horus back to the real universe."

"For the second blessing, I will tell you the perfect location for the first level of trial."

Jianqi didn't wait for Qin Xia to respond and forced the blessing on him.

Horus was enveloped by the power of the Lord of Change, left the Realm of Tzeentch and the entire Warp, and entered the real universe.

Qin Xia stopped at this time.

He saw that Horus really went to the real universe and landed on an unowned planet.

Although Horus' departure from the Warp happened in the Warp and he would not appear in the real universe at the same time, Tzeentch did send him away and put him directly into the real universe.

"The second blessing." Jianqi looked at Qin Xia with fiery and expectant eyes, "Nostramo, you go to this place."

"This is not a blessing at all. The first time I saw the trial of the Incarnation of the Wrath, I knew that I should complete the trial in Nostramo."

After saying that, Qin Xia took a look at the corresponding structure of Nostramo in the subspace.

A thick black fog enveloped the corresponding structure of the planet. It was the corresponding ether phenomenon produced in the subspace by the negative emotions that the planet persistently emitted. The so-called ether phenomenon was the entity, storm, or other thing that appeared when real creatures produced projections in the subspace.

The Nostramo's spiritual projection affects Nostramo.

There are constant crimes on Gotham, and Curze is helpless against them, which is partly due to the subspace reasons.

"That would be equivalent to me only giving you one blessing," said Tzeentch.

Qin Xia was speechless.

Sending Horus back to the real universe is indeed a benefit.

But Tzeentch is the god of change, obsessed with change. Just as Tzeentch would be happy when one of his concepts was made into a wedding dress by Slaanesh and belonged to someone else, the motivation for everything he does is change. Horus' entry into the real universe will inevitably trigger a series of changes.

There are still things waiting for me, Qin Xia thought.

"You have finished what you came here for, let's go." Jianqi looked at the Sirius sword in Qin Xia's hand, "Do you still want to kill me?"

It is indeed impossible to kill Tzeentch now, and the original plan was to use the power gained from completing the two trials to break into the Crystal Realm and rescue Horus without being easily knocked away by Tzeentch.

But this does not mean that Qin Xia will turn around and leave immediately.

His eyes fell on the ever-changing demon lords.

He swung his sword violently.

The light released by the Sirius Sword swept across the Thousand Demon Lords, and thousands of Demon Lords turned into streams of light and dissipated into the subspace.

Although they are in the warp and possess power that is unimaginable for real creatures, they still die under the sword.

Qin Xia was stunned when he saw himself killing many demon kings with a single sword, and recalled the time when he fought back and forth with a common demon king in the subspace.
How powerful is my current strength?
The answer is that it cannot be quantified.

There is nothing quantifiable about things that originate from the subspace.

Just like the psychic power level, the Thousand Sons have a ten-level state of mind to visualize the psychic level level, like lv1-100, but this set of levels can only be described as confusing.

"What's the point?"

Tzeentch raised his hand and reshaped the slain demon lords.

"Try them as targets."

Qin Xia turned and left the Jianqi Demon Realm.

……

The lower deck of the White Knight.

The Soulless Tribe Prison.

Abaddon squatted in the corner of the cell, his eyes closed, his head against the wall, enjoying the rare peace.

For some reason, he could not hear the wailing of the Father of Genes for a long time, nor could he see the illusion of the Father of Genes being tortured.

Perhaps the Lord of the White Knights would rescue the Primarch as he said.

There's not much to see in prison.

Eichmand never visited the prison.

Abaddon could still understand Eichmand. After all, he really wanted to kill Eichmand with his sword on the Emperor's Children flagship at that time so that his plan to replace Warmaster with Mortarion could be realized.

Being stripped of his title in the Council of Four Kings and imprisoned... Abaddon felt that he had brought all of this upon himself.

But it doesn't matter what kind of punishment I receive, as long as the Primarch can come back...

As Abaddon thought about it, his rare peace was destroyed by worry. Then the sound of footsteps was heard.

At first Abaddon thought that the two crazy think tanks were sent to jail again to be forced to calm down, but the footsteps were quite slow and heavy, and the footsteps echoed in the corridor, sounding even pleasant.

This is the characteristic of Qin Xia's armor.

Fulgrim put some work into the boots, causing the wearer of the armor to make a somewhat ethereal and rhythmic footstep sound when walking.

Abaddon immediately jumped up, grabbed the prison bars, and thrust his head out.

Qin Xia stopped outside the prison and looked down at Abaddon.

"You did it?" Abaddon asked eagerly.

"If Horus comes back, he will kill you first. You swing your sword at your battle-brothers." Qin Xia looked indifferent.

"Did you do it?" Abaddon was completely unable to hear what was said.

Qin Xia suddenly raised his hand, making the wall transparent, and suddenly grinned: "Hey Abaddon, look who's in the cell next door, take a look."

Abaddon turned his head impatiently, and immediately felt unwell.

There was only a pigtail on the bed in the next cell.

Abaddon's head was empty at this time, with a pointed head.

"I thought you threw away my braid after shaving me bald." Abaddon was a little angry, but also a little relieved.

At least the braid was still there.

"Guess who gave the order to put the girl with the pigtails in solitary confinement." Qin Xia asked with a smile.

"I don't care about that!" Abaddon slammed the cell door. "How is the Warmaster?"

"He was released back to the real universe." Qin Xia said, "Although he hasn't appeared yet, I can guarantee that he will appear somewhere in the real universe soon."

"Then."

Qin Xia looked Abaddon up and down.

"Then I will go and rescue him, and you, you can only stay in the cell and wait for news. Maybe your battle brothers will be merciful and let you see the Warmaster."

"Maybe he just ordered you to be hacked to death, and I carried it out on his behalf."

Hearing that Horus would definitely appear in the real universe, Abaddon breathed a sigh of relief. His tall and strong body actually took two steps back and slid into the corner of the prison.

After a moment of rejoicing, Abaddon suddenly frowned and said, "No, you are not telling the truth. How could you not know where the Warmaster is?"

"You are quite smart, aren't you?" Qin Xia said, "Then why did you do such a stupid thing as standing on the side of the rebels and thinking of exchanging a Primarch for your own?"

"You don't understand what kind of situation that is!" Abaddon rushed to the railing again, hammering it as he spoke, "You can go to the warp. You can easily enter that damn place without a warp engine. You can kill many people with just a breath. What about me?"

"I am even more powerless in the Warp than in the real universe!"

"At least the God of Chaos gave me a way out, so I don't have to stay somewhere and wait helplessly like a useless person."

"I will not beg others to help me. I can't say to those brothers: No matter what torture the Primarch is suffering, let's go and wait for a damn savior to jump out and save the Primarch."

"I have to do something, I have to do it!"

"..."

Qin Xia listened silently.

Abaddon fell silent until he felt that there was no point in saying anything.

After a few seconds, he whispered, "Now that I think about it, what I did back then was really stupid."

"Your Primarch will land on a world on the northwest edge of the Ultramarine," Qin Xia said, "and my fleet will rush over."

Abaddon nodded.

"But this has nothing to do with you." Qin Xia laughed and turned away.

As soon as the Lord of the White Knights left, a gas spurted out from the cell floor.

Vaporized anesthetic, a specialty of Nukeriya.

Abaddon fell to the ground in less than a second.

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at the same time.

On the edge of the extreme star field, there is a planet that doesn’t even have a number.

Horus fell from the sky and hit the ground.

After adapting to the warp environment, he was suddenly thrust into the real universe, which put Horus under tremendous pressure. His soul briefly floated above his body, and it took him a long time to recover.

I opened my eyes with difficulty, and all I saw was yellow sand.

He stretched out his arms with difficulty, and was so weak that he couldn't even crawl slowly.

But at least he was safe. Horus was absolutely sure of this. Even though Tzeentch had tortured him with countless illusions of his rescue, the Primarch could still sense the difference between illusions and the real universe.

"finally……"

Horus tried his best to turn over and face the sky.

The vision went from blurry to clear, and then back to blurry again.

The Primarch could even occasionally see his own body, and found that his perspective was constantly switching between first-person and third-person.

But there was no time to slowly recover, because three warships suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

That was a Death Guard ship.

But the surface of the ship was covered with tentacles, and some parts of the ship simply mutated into flesh and blood.

Dozens of green lights flashed in Horus's field of vision, and then a Death Guard interstellar warrior with a severely mutated body walked out of the light.

Another ray of light fell, and what appeared again was not a Space Marine, but a monster of extremely large size, like a ball of rotten meat.

There is a face in the center of the monster's body. It looks like...

"Typhon?" Horus called out the name in surprise.

The monster was the Chaos Egg that had merged with a bit of Typhon's soul.

But it has forgotten who it is, and only a trace of rationality and self-will still exists.

Anyway, the monster named Typhon in the eyes of others stepped forward: "Horus, you will fall into the hands of another dark god, but don't worry, it will not torture you..."

Typhon stretched out a strong arm and wrapped Horus up, and continued: "A loving father will only love you and hold you in his arms."

Helplessness and despair...filled Horus' heart.

Having just escaped from Tzeentch, they now face the rebellious Death Guard.

But there is no way...

The monster with Typhon's face picked up Horus and turned away. Teleportation lights lit up around them, but after a moment nothing happened.

"Yo, freak."

A voice called out from behind.

Typhon and the Plague Marines turned around.

I saw a tall iron man standing in front of me, holding a strange long sword in his hands.

"What can you do?" Typhon gently put Horus down.

Although it didn't even know what it was, the little bit of rationality and will it had left enabled it to know how to deal with the iron man in front of it - using a little of the fatherly subspace virus.

"Turn around before your heads hit the ground."

Another voice sounded.

Nurgle's minions turned their heads and saw a huge beast that was thirteen meters tall.

The giant beast was wearing tattered heavy armor and holding a huge axe.

Horus recognized it immediately.

Gusa.

The orc who inexplicably jumped out and killed the Beast King in the Battle of Ullanor.

"And me." The tall and slender fart elf flashed out from behind Gusa, holding a heavy artillery that had accumulated WAAAGH energy, "I won't bother you to turn around."

Everyone present looked at each other.

Before Typhon was about to run back to the warp, the iron men, behemoths, and fart spirits rushed forward and killed all the enemies.

(End of this chapter)