Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 34 Swordsman
"We can't kill each other anymore."

After attracting the attention of most people, Ono spoke hesitantly.

"If we don't have to kill each other in a regular fight, then we shouldn't kill each other."

"What happened with Yochula... shouldn't happen again."

Having said that, Ono looked at Yochula, who was huddled in the corner, with concern.

Yochula had no reaction. He was immersed in pain. The only thing he cared about now was when he could see his mother again.

"Again?" someone asked. "You made this suggestion last time. I thought you would behave yourself after you humiliated yourself."

"That's right, the Colosseum doesn't say we have to kill each other in regular fights, and they tend to save our lives for large-scale fights or festival celebrations, but they don't forbid us to kill each other either. What qualifications do you have to forbid it?" someone else said.

"I'm not forbidding you, I'm calling on you..." Ono said to the two gladiators who clearly refuted him, "Please..."

Crest looked coldly at the two people who were being "begged" by Ono.

She knew clearly that Ono was not really begging the two men to accept the principle of not killing, but was begging them to be smart and save their lives.

"Shut up, old man."

"I won't agree to any bullshit idea of ​​not killing each other. In large-scale gladiatorial fights, we are comrades and fight side by side, that's true, but in regular gladiatorial fights, we are enemies!"

The two still resisted firmly.

Angron looked at Qin Xia.

Qin Xia sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

But in another third perspective created by psychic power, Qin Xia observed everyone's reactions at the same time.

Some people obviously disagreed, but they were calmer, or rather, they had more time in their non-combat lives, which made them quite sophisticated. They could see that there was a reason why Ono was repeating this suggestion that had been rejected before, so they would be more cautious.

Some people don't care about this suggestion at all.

Others pretended to care, because they were better at observation and they noticed something in the young Primarch's undisguised eyes.

But it's okay.

The no-kill principle is only the first step.

"I always agree with the old bear."

A loner who had been sitting in a corner all day spoke up.

"I don't want to be involved in any of your escape plans, including Caesar and others. I didn't participate when they tried to escape..."

As he spoke, the misfit glanced at everyone and tried to persuade Ono: "I don't consider anyone as a friend either, but I don't want to kill anyone if you ask me to, and I don't want to be killed by anyone either. We should really consider Old Bear's advice."

"Does not abiding by the principle of not killing mean killing people?" someone asked.

"I think so," said the Misfit. "If you don't want to be killed and don't want to kill anyone, why don't you agree with the no-killing principle proposed by the old bear?"

The questioner was speechless for a moment.

Qin Xia looked at this loner and felt that he was at least a normal person.

This person may not participate in anything the gladiators do, but at least he will agree to something that is good for everyone because he doesn't want to die.

"Why don't you accept it?" Ono was a little angry, and also felt fear for those who didn't accept it. "Do we have to kill each other when we don't have to?"

Seeing that those people were still indifferent, Ono turned to look at Qin Xia.

He used his eyes to convey to Qin Xia a message, that is, he really hoped that Qin Xia could persuade him.

Seeing Ono's look as if asking for Qin Xia's opinion, the gladiators looked at the man who had carved a triumphal rope for each of them after killing the untouchable slaughterer last time.

"..." Qin Xia said nothing and didn't even open his eyes.

"I object, too." Someone else made his position clear. "I'm sorry. If I could achieve better results in the arena and become more famous, I could get out of this hell sooner."

Ono frowned: "You're going to leave by stepping on the corpses of people who are suffering from the same disease?"

"Either I get killed by someone, or I kill someone else and step on their dead bodies to get out," the man responded.

Ono was helpless. Finally, after a brief silence, the old bear turned around and looked at everyone present: "Raise your right hand if you agree."

After his eyes fell on Yochula, Ono changed his words: "Raise your hands if you disagree."

Those who opposed Ono didn't even bother to raise their hands to show their disapproval.

Qin Xia wrote down the ten people who clearly opposed it, and then looked at the schedule on the wall.

He was to take part in his first regular fight this afternoon, and neither he nor his opponent would include any of those ten men.

Qin Xia was not in a hurry at all. He glanced at the schedule and saw that at least Angron and Crest would get their turn to team up with the ten people.

After a while.

The heavy footsteps of the security robot penetrated the gate and entered the cave.

Qin Xia stood up and walked towards the gate.

The fight is about to begin. Like before, the security robots will escort the gladiators to the armory to get their weapons, and then go to the arena to fight.

But today, after the gates were opened, the security robots stopped on both sides of the road, as if lining up to welcome the arrival of an important person.

Then the man in gorgeous clothes strode across the road in the middle of the intelligent machine team and came into the cave.

"Ahem." The man cleared his throat, raised his head, and glanced at every gladiator with contempt, finally fixing his eyes on Qin Xia.

"The person in front of you is the person in charge of the arena, the honorable servant of the Tark family. Kneel down and salute!" The intelligent machines all made a cold electronic synthesized voice.

Qin Xia looked down at the person in charge: "The honorable servant of the Tark family? I thought you would be so grand."

The person in charge held his head high and looked at Qin Xia without any fear. In his eyes, all the gladiators were just puppets controlled by him.

There seemed to be more important things, so the person in charge did not bother with etiquette and was too lazy to get entangled with these uncultured gladiators.

"Your schedule has been changed. You have to fight a guard today." The person in charge said, "The honorary title of this guard is swordsman."

Qin Xia frowned.

"Oh, you haven't heard of this title. It doesn't matter, but you will know how much this person wants to kill you." The person in charge smiled and said, "Let me remind you. The slave-hunting team that you blew up in the desert that day..."

"Your parents are in the slave-hunting team, so you are looking for a swordsman to help you get revenge?" Qin Xia said.

“Don’t interrupt.” The person in charge had a look on his face that said “you’re dead”, “The swordsman is my nephew.”

"Okay, dig a bigger hole, and hold the funerals of your brother and his son together tomorrow to save trouble." Qin Xia walked past the person in charge, "I saved you trouble, so you owe me a favor."

The person in charge was obviously not good at bickering, so he was choked by Qin Xia's words and took a deep breath.

Then he looked at Qin Xia's back and announced coldly: "An important person came to watch your fight. He said he can let you make a request."

Qin Xia didn't want to pay attention, but then he thought of something and stopped and turned around: "I want to take ten people with me."

Bringing ten people, this request is too outrageous.

The ten people Qin Xia wants to bring onto the field are the ten people who are unwilling to abide by the principle of not killing.

But it seemed that the person in charge had a reason to agree, so he nodded and said, "You can pick any of the ten people except Angron. They will all die anyway."

Qin Xia turned around and searched among the gladiators.

The person in charge lowered his head without even looking at Qin Xia, and scratched his ear with his little finger.

"You didn't even say thank you?"

"It seems that your gladiator friends have never told you that no matter who you are, you have to please the master here, your master."

"I want to kill you in pieces. All I need to do is pick up a pen and schedule a round-robin fight for you on the gladiatorial schedule. Do you understand?"

The person in charge flicked the earwax out from between his fingernails.

"Forget it. I'm not a fussy person. Let's get ready. I'll go greet my master first. A slave like you can be rude, but a superior like me can't."

(End of this chapter)