Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 66 Changes
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A week has passed.

The gladiators fought and lived their normal lives.

Tark violated the agreement he had made with Qin Xia. The fasting day in the arena was not cancelled, and the gladiators had not received any supplies for several days.

Cheers are still heard in the arena every day.

Maggot Eyes still hosted the show with a passionate voice, but the tone sounded slightly different from before.

The arena near Desia, the largest city in Nuceria, remains the same every day.

But outside, the situation was turbulent.

Until today, a week later.

After a regular fight, the gladiators gathered together, and Angron sat in the center of the crowd.

Crest used the anti-gravity spear's function to float and came in front of Angron.

When the Primarch nodded slightly, Crest swiftly and accurately slashed the Primarch's wrist.

Bright red blood flowed out of the wound on Angron's wrist like running water.

Everyone looked calm, and it was obvious that this was not the first time in the week that Turk had violated the agreement and not canceled the fasting day.

"Yochuka, Theseus." Qin Xia called out, "It's still the same old rules. You two little ones go first."

The calm little girl Theseus nodded silently, stepped forward, grabbed Angron's arm, and drank the blood that flowed out.

Then there was Yochuka, Yochuka’s brother.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of the primarch's blood, he felt full, and then Yochuka felt particularly energetic.

After smacking his lips, Yochuka smiled and said, "Hey man, next time I'll ask my mom to send you some candy, maybe it can improve the taste."

When Yochula heard his brother mention his mother, a sad look appeared on his face.

The brothers' mother hasn't brought them any food since the food shortage.

"I heard that ogres always target children because they think they are delicious. Maybe my blood will become fragrant after eating you! Ouch!" Angron made a scary face and stretched out his big hand to grab Yochuka.

Yochuka was unable to dodge and was caught in the Primarch's arms, and then was tickled by the Primarch's free hand.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Angron let go of Yochuka and signaled that the others could drink his blood.

The gladiators took turns to feed on Angron's blood.

It was not known whether Angron could control the time it took for wounds to heal, or for some other reason, but when the Primarch finished feeding the last person's blood, his wounds healed in an instant, only deepening the scars left by the previous several feedings of blood.

The gladiators called the scar "Blood Grace".

"I feel your blood is aphrodisiac." The gladiator named Cromach suddenly said, "Now I think Kleist is handsome."

"Oh? Do you want me to massage you with this spear?" Crest raised his right leg and pointed the anti-gravity spear under his knee at Cromach's chest.

"Forget it, ma'am." Cromage quickly avoided the question.

But the words of this gladiator, who always used a brass broadsword in battle, opened up a topic, namely the magical power of Angron's blood.

Gladiators share their feelings after consuming the blood of the Primarch.

Angron listened to everyone's conversation with a smile. He fed so much blood to everyone but his face did not turn pale, his heart did not beat fast, and he did not feel uncomfortable.

The Primarch felt satisfaction and gratitude from everyone who had their fill, so he was very happy now.

Qin Xia stood aside and watched without saying a word.

He also drank Angron's blood and felt equally energized and cheerful.

Angron is even more powerful than a cow that eats grass and produces milk. He doesn't need to eat anything to produce enough blood to feed a hundred people. He can even produce and sell it himself, feeding himself, achieving a perpetual motion cycle. The Emperor is indeed a great god in the field of genetics, and the Primarchs he created are truly extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Qin Xia couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"I dread to think how envious Angron's legions will be when they learn that their fellow Gene-Fathers fed their hunger on the blood of their primarch."

After thinking about the original body, Qin Xia looked out the iron window.

Although the arena remains calm these days, some subtle changes can still be seen in the arena.

Turk broke his earlier agreement to cancel the fasting day, and while his violation seemed reasonable... after all, he was a lunatic, it was irrational when considered in light of other signs.

First of all, the security of the arena was replaced, and the people patrolling in the audience seats were all new faces.

Then, there were fewer nobles coming to the arena, and the noble private rooms that were originally packed were all empty for a week.

This made Qin Xia suspect that Tark was in trouble.

"Are you thinking about that mad king?" Ono approached Qin Xia and asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Qin Xia nodded.

Since Qin Xia had told him about the Mad King Tark before, Ono had been thinking about the relevant matters these days, and had a question in mind: "Why are you so sure that something will happen to Tark? He has been the ruler for four years. If something was going to happen, it should have happened long ago."

Hearing this question, Qin Xia stared intently outside the iron window.

After a brief silence, he continued to tell the story.

"Tark has a very good relationship with Salo, the offspring of the Julius Family's patriarch. If Tark didn't have the support of the Julius Family, he wouldn't have been able to become the patriarch so smoothly. After becoming the patriarch, he in turn supported Salo, who was an illegitimate child, and made Salo the current Julius Family patriarch."

"Then, Turk doubted whether Salo really supported his goals, his crazy goals, and there was a conflict between the two."

"Until a week ago, when Angron and I were taken to the desert by the High Knights, Tark killed many members of the Julius family."

Honor listened and nodded.

But he didn't actually understand, because these nobles' family affairs seemed meaningless to him and were of no use other than proving that slave owners were real beasts.

To say that Tark had offended a great noble... he had offended more than just the Julius family, and he had toyed with and killed more than just the Tark family. Originally, the arena in Desia did not belong to the Tark family, but to another great noble, and then Tark exterminated them all.

That's what Ono thought.

Qin Xia felt the same way, but he knew something else.

"Tark was able to kill a dozen high knights wearing only one ring, and those high knights just splattered Tark's blood."

"This is an overwhelming power advantage. Logically, the Julius family would be like the other nobles killed by Tark before, but not this time."

"The reason why I am sure that the Julius family dares to retaliate against Tark, and that they will succeed, and that Tark will not live long..."

Qin Xia's eyes moved from the window to Ono's face: "Because Salo is a wizard."

"The High Knight is a wizard?!" Ono was horrified. "That's impossible... No... Since you said that, you must be sure of it."

The Nucerias hate wizards.

Because the wizards once enslaved the Nuceria people.

The Nuceria nobles hated wizards.

Because only the psychic power of the wizard can make up for the huge gap in technological levels, a high knight who was armed to the teeth with various ancient advanced technological creations died inexplicably.

The best example is this noble gladiator team.

The golden armor they wear are all ancient relics. Even if their bodies die, they can still use the armor to retain their souls and even revive...

But it was useless. Qin Xia stood behind the crowd and with his palms folded, he could kill these golden-armored knights suddenly.

(End of this chapter)