Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 63 Dream

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Kleist woke up on the operating table.

This strong female gladiator found it difficult to even lift her eyelids at this moment, and focusing and moving her gaze almost exhausted all her strength.

What comes into view is a room with walls made of strange bricks.

A doctor wearing white clothes and holding a spear with "Murray's Prosthesis" printed on it was cutting something.

Kleist turned his head.

The pink bricks on the wall look very strange.

"Hey, lady."

A voice came into Kleist's ears.

The female fighter turned her head and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a brick with eyes and a mouth on the wall talking to her.

Then all the bricks opened their eyes and mouths.

"Save us..."

"Kill us!"

"You must come back in the future! You must come back! To free us!"

"..."

The doctor's words interrupted the bricks' begging and yelling.

“What? The people from the Julius family asked us to send this person out immediately?”

The communicator hanging from the doctor's ear glowed.

“This is just the beginning of the transformation!”

"Okay... okay... since the Julius family has promised to pay the full amount, then we'll finish the renovation. We won't lose money anyway."

……

Kleist woke up from his dream, and what he saw was a cold rock layer right in front of his face.

She turned her head in panic and found herself flying in the cave where the gladiators lived.

When she looked at her right leg again, she found that it had been transformed into a spear.

The spear releases energy and eliminates gravity.

"Come down quickly!" Ono shouted to Crest while standing on the ground.

The gladiators were all in a panic. It was obvious that Crest's flying into the air was a sudden event and no one had time to react.

When Qin Xia wanted to raise her hand and use her psychic power to pull Crest to the ground, Angron took two steps, kicked off the wall, and pulled Crest to the ground from nearly ten meters away, then used his body to block Crest and the ground to prevent her from falling.

"Sorry, we were all numb last night." Ono squatted down and tied Crest's leg, which had been transformed into an anti-gravity spear, to the stone.

Qin Xia looked at Crest, recalling everything that had happened before.

He remembered now that he and Angron had found themselves in the Warp for a split second before they awoke in the belly of the worm.

If that moment was related to the anesthetic, it means that the anesthetic can temporarily cut off the connection between the soul and the body. "And then I was transformed?" Crest patted the anti-gravity spear connected to his knee.

The gladiators were silent.

"Ha." Kleist suddenly laughed heartily, looked at Yochula, and raised the leg with the anti-gravity spear. "But fortunately, now I don't have to go to the armory to get the spear to protect you and your brother."

Yochula held his brother Yochula's hand and forced out a grateful yet bitter smile.

“Why is the atmosphere so heavy?” Crest floated up, cut the rope connecting his legs to the stone, and did 360-degree somersaults in the air. “At least I’m using the Murray family’s prosthesis now. We can’t afford this damn thing even if we sell all of us… I can still fly and spin in the air.”

The gladiators remained silent.

Angron frowned.

All the Primarch felt from Crest was sorrow and pain.

Even the gladiators themselves were unaware that they felt what Angron felt.

"Do you have to look at me like this?" Crest stopped forcing a smile and fell to the ground.

“Leave her alone. She needs some quiet time,” Angron said to the others.

The gladiators dispersed silently.

Crest rejected Ono's consolation and sat quietly in the corner, staring at the anti-gravity spear under his knees.

The Primarch sat next to Crest.

Crest wanted Angron to stay away from her, but when she was about to say this, her heart suddenly calmed down.

Pain flowed from Crest's chest like a stream of water, flowing towards Angron.

Angron's eyes were red as he placed his huge hands on Crest's shoulders.

Crest and the Primarch didn't need to say anything, Angron knew how she felt and could soothe her soul without words.

“I don’t want to be like this.” Crest leaned on Angron’s forearm.

Angron nodded.

He knew that what Kleist said meant a lot.

Kleist hopes she can be beautiful and gentle. She doesn't want to tease Yochula's mother. She likes men, especially handsome and capable men.

But she needed to make herself become what she acted like, she exercised her body, she pretended to be aggressive.

In the arena, a corner of a horrible hell with some rules, how can a girl survive without being bullied and becoming a slave among slaves?
The answer is like Kleist.

Looking at Angron, who was holding his breath and not moving, letting Crest lean on him, Qin Xia smiled, his eyes calm and firm.

Apparently, there are some important things that the Primarch does not need to be taught by others, such as how to treat mortals as human beings.

Angron is normal now.

Considering what the slave owner might do to him in the future, Qin Xia made up his mind not to let Angron be nailed with the butcher's nails no matter what.

If the price of not bearing the Butcher's Nails was that Angron would have to take on the most dangerous combat missions and face the most terrible enemies before he grew up, then even if he would eventually die, he would rather not bear the nails and maintain his true self's death.

(End of this chapter)