Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 660 Checks and Balances
Magnus finally handed the notes to Qin Xia.

Qin Xia turned the pages of the book and saw that it recorded five directions for completing the trial. He only needed to do things in these five directions without having to walk the path of the gods' ascension again to gain power.

"The Black King's Trial has only an end, which gives people a sense of simplicity. It fits your theory that as long as you go in the right direction, you can complete the trial." Qin Xia said.

Magnus nodded, "I also got some inspiration from the Trial of the Black King."

"But is the manuscript of No. 11 real?" Qin Xia put away his notes and looked at the Emperor instead of Magnus. "It involves whether the chaos theory derived by Magnus is correct."

"Why else would I allow him to research?" the Emperor asked.

Qin Xia was silent.

The Emperor went on: "I have made deals with the gods at the Morro Gate, as you know. Among the deals I have made has been the truth about the Warp... The things in Manuscript Eleven are the truth, but more systematic than I know."

"The gods didn't deceive you?"

"Tzeentch loves to deceive, and is good at it. But not everyone is as good at it. As long as you find the right way to manipulate them, they will be more sincere than someone who cannot tell a lie." The Emperor said, "Do not seek the truth from Tzeentch, and do not seek immortality from Nurgle. It is that simple."

The Emperor paused for a second and looked at the two Primarchs. "Just like the Primarchs. They are also closely related to what I did at the Morro Gate, but are they born to be destined to embark on the path of rebellion? Of course not, there is room for negotiation. In the final analysis, the actions of the gods are also controlled and bound by the strange concepts of the warp."

Angron thought of the truth he had learned in the Realm of Slaanesh, that is, Slaanesh said that the Primarchs were all obtained through transactions between the Emperor and the Gods.

But later both the Emperor and his adoptive father said that was a lie.

Now it seems... the Emperor is also quite confused. Some things are between true and false, and between reality and illusion.

After listening to the emperor's words, Qin Xia realized that the emperor's thinking was the same as his own in manipulating demons.

Just like a demon like Salum, as long as you find the right concept it represents, you can control it.

There is no honesty or dishonesty, no cunning or non-cunning in the subspace. There is only what the concept involves, and everything they do is influenced by the concept.

A Tzeentch demon would never lie when it came to the concept of truth.

So sometimes, if you find the right way, demons can seem quite capable.

The Emperor used this method to deal with the gods.

"Oh..." Qin Xia suddenly sighed, "A certain old gambler is really one step ahead and has won one move."

The Emperor showed no reaction to these words and remained indifferent.

"I came here in a hurry just to talk about this matter, because it involves the direction and efficiency of your next trial." Magnus finally took out the original manuscript No. 11 and handed it to Qin Xia, "I'll give this to you."

Qin Xia took the manuscript.

This manuscript has been soaked in the blood of the soulless, so Qin Xia cannot feel much chaotic power.

"Eleven was already a creature of the Warp when he chose to fall into darkness, no matter what form he took." The Emperor suddenly said.

Angron looked at the Emperor in confusion.

"His essence is the concept of survival," the Emperor explained. "He will do anything to survive."

Angron suddenly realized that the Emperor meant that the manuscript might have been left behind intentionally by Eleven.

But Magnus has a different view: "Once you are infected with Chaos, it has nothing to do with rationality. It is impossible for No. 11 to make a rational profit-seeking behavior like betting on both sides. All existences that have been affected by the Warp since their birth will be distorted and backfired when they try to use the Warp. No. 11 is not someone like Qin Xia who is unaffected."

Qin Xia holds the same view.

The Emperor and Magnus had achieved their goal, and they teleported away.

Qin Xia sat on the floor of the bridge and continued to look over Magnus' notes, then compared them with the manuscript of No. 11.

"Magnus has more research results, that is the theory of checks and balances of power." Qin Xia said, "Use magic or strategy to deal with Khorne, trickery and sorcery restrain bravery and melee. Use change to deal with Nurgle, because change restrains eternity. And use bravery and eternity to deal with Tzeentch, because one force can break all laws."

"So this is a check and balance?"

"Yes, Angron, it is a check and balance. Authority is different from contradiction. What matters is that one uses what it does not have to deal with what it has."

Angron thought as he watched his adoptive father stand up from the ground and hang the Magnus Notebook and the Eleventh Manuscript behind his waist.

My adoptive father now has four books on him: The Book of the Emperor, The Five Trials, Notes, and Manuscripts.

Plus the ancient technological artifacts, alien black technology, and some souvenirs of major battles and those that changed the fate of a planet...

These things apparently also have a bonus to Warp Psychic Projection.

Qin Xia held up the fifth-level trial book from his waist and opened the page.

A lot of trial content has changed in Qin Xia's eyes.

Mindless Killing (Khorne): Kill.

Hellstorm (Tzeentch): Change, intrigue, knowledge.

Decay (Nurgle): Unchanging, decaying.

Rapture Perception (Slaanesh): Extreme, the most intense stimulation of the senses.

And it represents the end of the Black King's destruction, which is destruction.

To seize power, one must work in these four major directions to the utmost.

For example, killing without intention is killing until the entire universe collapses and the stars tremble!

It is not about grabbing various concepts along the lines of trial items, but directly grabbing the power from the godhead and the throne itself.

Qin Xia already has a destination in mind.

……

In a universe that has been infiltrated and riddled with holes by the warp.

The human species is destroyed.

All the buildings and facilities built during the Human Empire have now become dilapidated tombstones, isolated on the territory that once belonged to the Human Empire.

Many core territories of the human empire, including the solar system, now belong to a completely new species. It is a new species that has been produced after countless hybridizations of all species that have been malicious to the human species, and then twisted together by the subspace that penetrates the structure of reality, creating a brand new freak.

The body, mutated beyond description, becomes a prison for the twisted soul of this new species.

Thousands of years ago, in a place once known as Holy Terra, twisted species established a kingdom of gods and worshipped the gods amidst the ruins left behind by humans.

In 46 of the 789th millennium, a massive sacrificial ceremony began.

The twisted creatures gathered on Terra, and because of their huge numbers, when they formed a chaotic eight-pointed star formation by individuals, looking down from outside Terra's orbit it looked like an eight-pointed star terrain entrenched on the land plates.

In the center of the octagon, the last human, Vulkan, was tied to the ritual platform.

"Gods!"

The priest stood beside Vulkan, holding an obsidian dagger and shouted to the sky.

"This is the thousandth time we have offered you this immortal being."

"Please continue to bestow gifts upon us!"

The priest held the obsidian dagger and slowly stabbed it towards Vulkan's neck.

The Primarch was numb, his eyes dull.

He was indeed sacrificed more than a thousand times, and because he was the only immortal among the Primarchs, he would be reborn after each sacrifice.

But perhaps this is his fate.

After the extinction of humanity, he remained on Terra as a gravekeeper to commemorate humanity, a once indomitable species - this was also the most pessimistic ending the Emperor had set for Vulkan.

And this ending will last forever.

The obsidian dagger easily penetrated the Primarch's iron skin and pierced his throat.

The power of chaos surged in, and Vulkan screamed.

What is more torturous than the excruciating pain in the body is the torment in the soul.

The Primarch was slain, lying motionless on the ceremonial platform.

Gifts from the gods fell from the sky. Phantoms of four colors surrounded the eight-pointed star formation formed by twisted creatures, and the gifts piled up at their feet.

The fabric of reality was so fragile that a wisp of the gods' power was able to seep into reality, appearing on Terra as a symbol of mad worship by twisted creatures.

"Share the gift." The priest's voice echoed in the ears of every creature.

At this time, snow and wind fell from the sky.

Large swathes of snow and wind are blowing in from the edge of the continental plates.

The priest looked into the depths of the snow and wind, and a figure appeared. His figure was looming in the snow and wind. All that could be seen was that he was wearing armor, holding a spear in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, and walked out of the snow.

The divine enlightenment flooded into the priest's mind, causing it to roar with a command: "Destroy him!"

Countless twisted creatures rushed towards the human figure in the wind and snow.

However, a blizzard soon arrived, spreading rapidly around the figure, and everything within hundreds of kilometers was wiped out.

After using a psychic spell to destroy hundreds of thousands of twisted creatures, the wind and snow around the figure suddenly disappeared, and then he ran forward, straight towards the priest.

Countless believers were not enough to stop it even for a second.

The entire defense line was penetrated. In the third second after seeing the figure, the priest was pierced through the chest by a spear. His body fell backwards and was then nailed to the ground by the spear tip.

The moment the gun tip touched the ground, the land collapsed and a sea of ​​blood gushed out from underground.

"You...who are you?"

"Didn't your God tell you?"

"You are……"

Qin Xia drew out his spear, stepped on the priest's body, and faced the massive monsters coming from all directions.

After the battle, every move he made was enough to cause tremors in space.

In the bloody battle, the avenues were all erased - the straight and vast avenues of the Terra Palace, along with the mountains where the palace itself was located, were cut off from the land plate.

Qin Xia fights on Terra.

Qin Xia fought in other places in this broken universe, killing those twisted monsters.

Even when Qin Xia stood among the stars, he used the spiritual power brought by the authority of the Holy Scripture of All Knowledge. He rearranged the stars in the sky to form the lines of an array. Ultimately, this array catalyzed the heat death process of the real universe.

Time, space, what is being done... all of this is meaningless to Qin Xia and the entire broken real universe. He is just bringing two earth-shattering catastrophes to this universe - the killing represented by brutal combat methods, and the decay brought about by the catalysis of the heat death of the universe.

I don't know how long the battle lasted.

Until Vulkan on the ritual platform slowly woke up, looked at Terra who was divided into several pieces and floating in the void, and the strange man in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Vulkan touched his throat subconsciously, sat up and asked.

Qin Xia stood at the top of the mountain of corpses that stretched into the void.

Two colors of visible psychic storms, red and dark green, swept around him and finally gathered on his body.

"Perform a ritual."

He replied.

"for what?"

"In order to fight for the power of the gods, kill the gods."

(End of this chapter)