Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 70 The Synthetic Man's Mission
After everyone has gone out, Qin Xia will turn back by himself.

He thought so in his heart, but just like this uprising, plans always cannot keep up with changes.

When the gladiators fought their way out of the corridor, what caught their eyes was not only the entrance and exit of the arena, but also a large number of enemies.

Security intelligent machines, which were originally designed for labor production, are not qualified to appear here at all.

The elite guards, four-legged combat machines, and intelligent machines specially used for combat are the biggest obstacles standing between the gladiators and their goal of escaping.

The elite guards were also arranged in a square formation of the cold weapon era, but they were obviously experienced in battle. They showed no fear in the face of the gladiators and the wizards among the gladiators. The silver vines formed a cover in front of them, and their guns were mounted on the gun bodies formed by the silver vines.

As for those combat intelligent machines, they were covered in large areas of heavy armor, were nearly four meters tall, had claws and swords integrated into their arms, and carried two large-caliber long-range weapons on their shoulders.

There were five of these terrifying-looking black iron men, standing in front of the guards.

On the chest of each combat robot are characters in an ancient non-Nukerian language.

[The travel security service of Nukeria Company is really bad, but it's worth a visit - a noble earthling, left this post while traveling in 211.M19. ]

The combat machines issued deep and cold warnings at the same time.

"Employees of the Colosseum Project and contract workers of the company must abide by the company's guidelines and are prohibited from leaving their work stations without permission!"

"First warning."

"Return to work immediately or you will be shot."

The gladiators could not understand the ancient warning sounds that the intelligent machines issued according to the program.

Qin Xia could understand, but he had no other choice at this moment. He raised his hand to hold up a circular psychic barrier that covered everyone.

The gladiators were also prepared to approach the enemy under the protection of psychic barriers and then fight to the death.

Crest was floating half a meter above the ground because of the anti-gravity spear, his eyes fixed on the enemies in front of him.

Yochula protected his brother and Theseus behind him.

But just as the war was about to begin, a large anti-gravity aircraft slowly descending from the sky attracted everyone's attention.

The aircraft is printed with the crown emblem of the Turk family.

The guards on the ground wanted to open fire, but when they saw who was in the aircraft, they all put down their weapons and allowed the aircraft to land.

The person who got off the aircraft was not a member of the Tark family, but Salo, whose head had been blown off by Qin Xia.

"Go back to the arena." Salo ordered all the gladiators coldly, "These five combat robots are enough to kill you all!"

The gladiators remained unmoved.

Qin Xia looked at Salo and found that something was wrong with him.

And Salo also glanced at Qin Xia, and slowly walked to the front, ignoring the dissuasion of the Guards officers.

Standing in front of the guards and the omnics, Salo faced the gladiators, smiled and closed his eyes.

When the eyes opened again, there were a large number of dense symbols flowing in them, like the running stage of some program displayed on the screen.

All combat omnics turned around at the same time, and the heavy weapons on their shoulders released two spheres, which shattered silently the moment they left the muzzles. A large number of tiny small intelligent ammunition killed the guards present in an instant.

"Detection... Detected... Forced intrusion..."

"Anti-data intrusion program...start...start..."

“Start…start…start…”

"You have been granted the authorization... Have a nice day at work, Mr. Security Officer."

Facing the stunned gladiators, the surface of Salo's body rippled and he returned to his original appearance.

"Hi."

Brown raised his hand as usual and greeted Qin Xia with a smile.

"Brown?" Qin Xia was surprised. "I thought you died with Tark!"

Brown felt a little guilty when talking about this: "His spine was suddenly broken by someone, and I didn't even notice any movement, but he didn't die."

"Not dead?" Qin Xia was even more surprised.

"Yeah." Brown nodded, looking very sad. "He wore armor that could bind his soul to activate the bomb hidden under the city of Desia. Then he asked me to leave and find a safe place to spend ten thousand years one after another."

Qin Xia nodded first, then raised his eyebrows: "Then, you came to find us?"

Brown also nodded.

Looking at the bewildered gladiators, the stone man thought for a moment and spoke slowly.

"We are a species of stone people... or rather, a species of synthetic people."

"We were designed to serve the human race in its pursuit of civilization and advancement."

"I'm not the high-level stone man with magical powers that you say is either an inventor or a manager. I'm just a role-playing NPC created by an entertainment industry company, a lowly stone man."

"But I am indeed a synthetic, a stone man."

Brown's eyes fell on Qin Xia's face again.

"When my fellow humans have been wiped out and the human species has fallen into barbarism and ignorance, I have to stand up and do something."

"You said my dream, the dream of turning Nukeria back into a playground, is impossible."

"Maybe you'll even think I'm crazy..."

Brown's chatterbox habit struck again.

But Qin Xia listened very carefully and enjoyed every word Brown said.

"But I thought about it and decided that what I was after wasn't just that amusement park."

Brown shrugged, forcing a wry smile on his face.

“That’s the era I’m after.”

"In that era, terrible weapons worked on the enemies they were designed to fight against."

"Artists, managers, scientists, businessmen among humans... they vent the dark side that is inherent in the human species and cannot be eliminated in this place. When they leave here, they are still noble and rational." "Unlike the humans now, every human living on Nuceria is a barbaric and dark slave owner or slave from birth to death, forever playing a role-playing game that they are unwilling to play."

"That's it. This is what I'm after."

"After thinking this through, I decided to take responsibility for my fellow high-level stonemen who have become extinct. Perhaps as a low-functioning stoneman, my abilities are not enough... but I have to do something."

"Serving humanity, this is my origin and mission."

“The people who designed and made me and my compatriots are no longer here, but the things they made are still here and can protect their descendants.”

“I hope that in the history written by future human historians, after mankind has fallen into darkness and ignorance, a low-functioning stone man born in an era of light will do what only the extinct powerful stone men would do - defend and serve the interests of the entire human race, rather than an amusement park. Until the eternal and infinite life of this stone man ends at a certain stage of this mission.”

"..."

Qin Xia stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "We can start from Nukeriya."

Brown held Qin Xia's hand and said, "By the way, I just went to the slaves' residence and let many of them go. Some of them planned to join you after hearing about your story."

Brown raised his hand towards the aircraft and the hatch at the rear of the aircraft opened, revealing a large amount of weapons and equipment, several slaves, and some supplies inside.

"Yochula! Yochuka!"

The two brothers standing among the gladiators heard the call they most desired, which made them immediately run towards the source of the sound.

The brothers' mother was so excited that she burst into tears and hugged her sons who came running towards her.

Brown looked at Qin Xia and made a gesture of invitation to the aircraft: "Please get on the plane of ace pilot Brown."

"You are undoubtedly an ace pilot." Qin Xia smiled, turned around and waved to the gladiators, "Get on the helicopter!"

……

A large anti-gravity aircraft rose into the sky.

Carrying the people, supplies, weapons and equipment that brought liberation to themselves.

There are also combat machines.

When Brown's hand touched the hull of the aircraft, the aircraft, which was originally not invisible, became invisible, although only on a visual level.

Brown glanced at Qin Xia who was sitting in the passenger seat, reached out and turned on the player, and the playlist of ancient music collected by this stone man began to loop.

"What's the target?" Brown asked.

"In the desert, it's our shelter from sandstorms." Qin Xia replied.

Brown nodded: "The target has been set at 500 kilometers."

The music player changed the music it played according to Brown's thoughts.

"If you miss the train I took, it means I've left alone~"

"Listen to the whistle that stretches for a hundred miles~ a hundred miles after a hundred miles~ carrying me far away~"

Listening to the music, Qin Xia asked in surprise: "Five Hundred Miles? Where did you get this song?"

Brown puts his hands on the rudder, and his flexible body sways slowly with the fluctuations of the music: "Seventeen thousand years ago, a tourist collected ancient music players, and then he dropped one of them."

"Ancient relics." Qin Xia looked out of the aircraft window.

Using his psionics made him tired, though only slightly tired.

The large aircraft flew smoothly in the air, passing over the chaotic areas on the ground.

Outside the city of Desia, the Guards and Omnics are attacking the city.

The high knights flew in the air using various relics of ancient technology. Among them, the high knights who used weapons of mass destruction released light beams, which made a big hole in the huge metal wall.

But all this has nothing to do with the invisible aircraft flying by at this moment and all the people inside it.

The gladiators, who had just experienced a bloody battle, listened to the melodious music and thought about the future with anticipation or fear in the cargo hold.

"One hundred and one hundred miles, take me far away~"

"Listen to the whistle that stretches for hundreds of miles~"

Outside the city of Desia, an officer who was forced to use ancient tactics and could only pay with his life in the siege battle looked up at the sky, watching the tall knights floating in the air, with no tears in his eyes.

The army composed of slaves and civilians who had been brutally selected by Tark were fighting a desperate battle with the invaders in the streets.

"Carrying everything ~ Leaving home ~"

Theseus and Yochuka in the cargo hold of the aircraft were lying by the window, looking outside.

In the direction of Desia City, a ball of light slowly rose, covering half of the city.

The whole area was as bright as day.

Brown turned around and looked out the window sadly: "An engineering bomb. I found it for Tark, and he detonated it..."

"Now I am in rags~"

At the border of the scorching red sand desert and the artificial oasis, a lizard lying on a stone felt an abnormal gravity coming from the air and immediately crawled under the stone.

"One hundred miles~ Another hundred miles~"

The aircraft penetrated deep into the desert in the air.

On the wall of the fortress territory of the Murray family above the endless red sand, the officer looked at the ball of light rising in the direction of Desia City and clinked glasses with his subordinates.

They talked and laughed about who would win this aristocratic infighting.

People have various opinions, but there is also a consensus.

No matter how far the infighting among the nobles goes, the people who will truly remain unharmed and can even reap huge benefits will only appear in one place.

That was the Murray family.

At least in the fortress territory of the Murray family.

(End of this chapter)