Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 589: Seeking Death

While the land battle was proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the void.

The two huge fleets engaged in a melee.

Qin Xia was on the White Knight, looking at the flashing lights in the void and the explosion flames that could briefly illuminate the vast command deck of the White Knight.

The captain stood aside, calmly commanding the fleet.

Everyone knows that the Lord of the White Knights now has the ability to decide the direction of the void war on his own, but at the moment this void war still requires the joint participation of the two fleets of the Extreme Marines and the Think Tank.

There are people in the galaxy who are more powerful than Qin Xia, and the Lord of the White Knights has other responsibilities.

"Make sure no XI Legion warships can leave this system."

Qin Xia said to Gage's holographic projection and the White Knight captain who was commanding the think tank fleet.

When the two men's eyes fell on Qin Xia, he added: "While I focus on dealing with Primarch No. 11, you guys fight hard."

Gage and the captain saluted at the same time, then continued to work on their own tasks.

Qin Xia moved his mind and disappeared from the command deck.

The next second, the new flagship of the 11th Legion, which was fighting at the forefront of the void battlefield, began to distort and fluctuate along with the surrounding space.

No means of attack can penetrate into the distorted waves.

The flagship also cannot attack outside of the wave.

Number Eleven, who was exerting psychic powers, was unable to penetrate the reality structure beyond the fluctuations.

A part of the real dimension was extracted from the real universe. This area, which could not be entered or exited by anything, became the battle space between the two most powerful beings in the galaxy.

It's like a gladiatorial arena.

Everything inside Flagship No. 11 except the Primarch came to a standstill.

Space Marines, mortals, and alien minions all maintained the posture they were in at the moment of stagnation.

All defensive measures and arrangements were ineffective at this time, and no one could participate in the battle between Qin Xia and No. 11.

"too long."

Inside the command deck.

Number Eleven sat on the steps below the throne.

The Primarch's skin, so pale that it was almost transparent, was exposed.

The armor with four colors, representing the power of the four gods, stood beside the throne.

Number 11 had no weapons and was not wearing any armor, which was in stark contrast to Qin Xia who appeared here.

The latter was "dressed up".

"You've been sitting here waiting for me for a long time, don't you think? What were you doing before, watching the show?" Qin Xia took out the spear from behind and held it in his right hand. He then clenched his left hand in the air, and the Sirius Sword appeared in his left hand.

An ancient artifact embedded in the blade, "Irrational Lament" absorbs all the psychic energy around it.

However, using psychic energy to counter psychic energy is meaningless to the current Eleven. It cannot even cause the slightest discomfort. The Primarch can render the effect of irrational lamentation ineffective with just a thought.

"I can go down myself before you arrive, kill the orc, kill the copy of your consciousness, and take Horus away."

Number Eleven stood up slowly, his posture relaxed. He didn't look like he was going to fight, but rather like he was meeting a trusted old friend.

"but I do not have."

"because……"

Hearing this, Qin Xia glanced at the planet outside the flagship and interrupted the calm and slow voice of No. 11.

"Because you can't. We don't have to fight until we're face to face."

What Qin Xia said left No. 11 with no way to refute.

The psychic battle between the two has already begun.

Number Eleven has been drawing on the power of the gods to fight against the psychic energy Qin Xia has projected into the galaxy. He does not have much spare energy to kill the planet's garrison and seize Horus.

But the two of them are also restraining each other.

"Kill me." Eleven spread his hands and puffed out his chest. "When you appeared here, I knew there was no way I could win. Even if I could draw on the power of the gods, it would be useless. After completing the trial of the incarnation of grievances, you have become the second most powerful psychic in the real universe."

Qin Xia looked at No. 11.

The battle for Horus has been going on till now, with Eleven personally leading the fight for Horus and sending Eidolon to attack Sosa.

It has come to this and you suddenly want to die?

"You want to die?" Qin Xia relaxed, put away the Sirius Sword, and leaned on the spear. "Are the four guys behind you willing?"

Number Eleven looked into the darkness behind him.

In that deep darkness, the Primarch saw that the four gods were hating him.

"I am different from the corrupted Horus in the original timeline." Eleven turned his head and retracted his gaze, raising his hand to gently touch his smooth head. "I am not the first Primarch to die in the Heresy. I still have self-awareness, and my essence can make me immune to the negative mental effects of Chaos."

Qin Xia was silent for a few seconds, sensing No. 11.

The Primarch indeed had no intention of using his psychic powers and was completely passive.

Even the potential psychic resistance that had been maintained was cancelled. With just a thought, No. 11 would be wiped out.

"I'm quite curious about one thing." Qin Xia said.

"Why would I ask for death at this time?"

"No. You are not normal. Whatever decision you make is weird enough. But I still want to know the reason behind the decision you made. It's not about seeking death, but about obeying Chaos."

"Because chaos will prevail."

Number 11 answered.

Qin Xia frowned. The Primarch pointed to the ground below: "Take us to the warp, okay?"

After Qin Xia thought about it, an idea emerged in his mind, and he pulled the entire flagship into the subspace.

Number Eleven began to manipulate psychic energy at this time, but because Qin Xia could sense the flow of psychic energy and the way it was being used, he guessed Number Eleven's intention and did not take action.

Number 11 controls psychic energy with the thinking of a warp creature, and in an instant he can send the flagship to any part of the warp where there is a "concept of location".

In a blink of an eye.

The flagship arrived at the place where the four gods were playing games.

The core parts of the gods fought each other in the warp, and countless demons fought for their gods on the battlefield.

"The Great Game," said No. 11. "Ninety-nine percent of the gods' power and energy are used in internal fighting among themselves. I cannot tell whether the four gods who chose to support me are the four gods themselves or some evil thoughts of them."

"I knew this a long time ago." Qin Xia said.

Eleven began to manipulate psychic energy again.

The environment the two were in began to become unreal and transparent.

Countless bubbles flew past the two of them.

Each bubble represents a real universe.

The real universes flowing through from all directions are innumerable.

Qin Xia and No. 11 could both sense the power of the Four Gods.

In countless real universes, there are countless minions and pawns of the Four Gods active in them.

"Chaos is eroding all the real universes we see at the same time." Number 11 raised his head and looked around at the bubbles flowing around him, "and the real universe we are in is just one of these countless bubbles."

"There are countless Emperors, Primarchs, and human species in countless realities."

"Every time a decision and a possibility is born in a real universe, the next real universe will appear, just like the endless threads in the web of fate."

“But you are unique.”

Number Eleven pointed his index finger at Qin Xia.

"But even if you are unique, think about it. Countless real universes are being eroded. A Primarch, an Emperor, an Empire in your real universe... Even if you can change their fate, what's the point?"

"You have been trying to change their fate, to change the fate of a real universe. What will you do after you succeed? Save countless real universes?"

"So Chaos will surely win. Countless real universes are wrapped in the Warp, and the largest in the Warp is Chaos."

Number Eleven said this and waited quietly for Qin Xia's response.

Qin Xia didn't even think about it and answered directly: "Don't implant nihilistic ideas in me."

Qin Xia once thought about the multiverse.

It's not like he hadn't asked himself what No. 11 said.

After thinking about it, Qin Xia divided all real universes into different categories. The most unique one was the main universe, which was the universe he had descended into.

Because the development of all things in the universe before his arrival was completely consistent with everything he knew before.

What is more crucial is that real creatures can influence the subspace. No matter how huge the subspace is or how powerful the gods are, it does not mean that they will not be affected by real creatures.

"Everything in the subspace is a derivative product of the mental projection of real creatures."

"I completed the quadruple trial in one real universe, so I can draw a portion of the power from the Dark God himself. I won't be able to draw only a little bit just because I completed the trial in only one real universe."

"One day I will be able to seize the power of the gods and destroy them."

Qin Xia expressed his opinion.

After a pause of one second, he uttered the last sentence.

"So our real universe is the most important. Everything that happens there will affect the subspace. Doing things in that real universe is even more meaningful than doing things directly in the subspace."

After hearing this, No. 11 fell into deep thought.

Qin Xia couldn't tell whether he also understood these principles or not until he understood them after he explained them to him.

Finally, Eleven just nodded: "Indeed."

"I could have just killed you instead of engaging in a philosophical debate with you," Qin Xia said. "I thought since your mind had not been corrupted by chaos, you could still come back and do something."

"As long as I stand on your side again, all my crimes can be written off?" A sarcastic smile appeared on No. 11's face, the same smile that Coz had when he had a mental illness attack.

"No, of course it can't be written off, but you can at least do something, like tell me everything you saw in the Well of Eternity." Qin Xia said, "Anyway, you stood on the side of Chaos in order to allow the survival of mankind. The fate of individuals is not important to you, so make a sacrifice."

"How do you know I've been to the Well of Eternity?"

"You started by saying 'I'm not the first Primarch to die in the Heresy'. Add to that the information contained in all the words you said to me, and I can guess with my toes that you have been to the Well of Eternity."

"understood."

No. 11 signaled Qin Xia that he could send the flagship back to the real universe.

After returning to the real universe, Qin Xia raised his right hand towards the Primarch: "Make a decision."

"I will still stand on the side of chaos, because this is another path for our species." No. 11 replied coldly.

One nanosecond later, the original body's skin, flesh, and bones exploded from the inside out, splashing all around.

The four gods' chess pieces were kicked off the board.

The original body in the real universe disappeared, leaving only the essence.

If Eleven could control his own essence and choose to have the Four Gods raise him to a demon, even an ordinary White Knight could banish Eleven if they found the right method.

"What on earth is this bastard planning?"

Qin Xia sat on a device and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)