Chapter 7 The Talent of the Primarch
In the corner, Angron sat alone, eating in silence.
There is not even a stone to sit on.
Angron sat on the ground, curled up with his knees pressed against his chest, holding his legs with one hand, and holding a water glass in the other hand to drink the bread in his mouth with water.
Although he was really not in the mood to taste food, Angron still lowered his head and tasted the bread in his mouth, because it was a novel taste to him.
Perhaps the only good thing in the arena is this, compared to being in the mountains.
Compared with animal meat and plants mixed with colorful blood, at least the bread in your mouth is still a highly processed food.
After finishing the bread in his mouth, Angron raised his head and looked at Honor.
“No more.” Honor shook his head. “We will fast for two days, and then there will be a delicious meal before the gladiatorial battle. The maggot eye will then live broadcast our eating.”
Angron lowered his head.
After eating, the original body entered a calm state, but when he calmed down, his perception of his surroundings became more intense.
Pain, anger, and desire for freedom... these new emotions appeared in Angron's feelings.
He doesn't like to be in contact with people, because when he comes in contact with people, he will have these emotional feelings, so he, who has never received education, does not know how to deal with these emotions.
Qin Xia didn't know how Angron felt at this time, he just stared at the original body.
In the fight called Devil's Tears just now, Qin Xia paid attention to Angron, and then noticed that Angron had joy on his face the moment after his victory.
Then the beaming joy disappeared, replaced by Angron's confused expression.
Obviously, he himself didn’t know why he felt the sudden joy after a brutal killing amid overwhelming cheers.
That was not Angron’s own emotion, but the audience’s.
This Primarch's future was to be a bloodthirsty and brutal murderer, but now he is not.
Each Primarch has a gift, and Angron's gift is that he can sense and absorb the emotions of others.
But judging from Angron's current state, this talent is a curse to himself.
“How did you learn the language of Nuceria?”
When Angron felt overwhelmed by the negative emotions of all the gladiators in the cave, the sudden question seemed to come to him. He fished it out of the water and diverted his attention.
The original body raised his head and saw Qin Xia, who had been staring at him, walking over and sitting next to him.
Angron noticed Qin Xia's gaze, but he didn't know why this person paid attention to him.
"I don't know..." Angron shook his head, "Maybe it's because I've heard them talk."
"You are extremely talented, a master of linguistics." Qin Xia smiled and nodded, "Are you Realizing that you are different from others? Have you ever suspected that you might be a... special creature?"
Angron was silent for a few seconds and shook his head blankly: "What's the difference?"
"It's nothing." Qin Xia shook his head, "That's good."
"Why did you ask him that? Before he came, you were the unique creature who looked different from others. .”
The handsome gladiator, who was resting with his eyes closed, interjected.
Qin Xia ignored this sentence and began to judge Angron's psychology.
The original bodies were all created by the Emperor, and they naturally possess powerful abilities that ordinary humans do not possess.
Angron was able to learn the Nucerian language just by listening to the people in the slave-catching team speak. This is a proof.
Such an ability may lead to a primarch not considering humans as his own kind.
Angron was not stupid. He should have realized by now that the emotions he felt did not necessarily come from him, so he found that other people had the same emotions as himself and judged them to be his own kind.
This is good, at least Angron will not mistake himself for a beast because of his wild life in the mountains.
After making his judgment, Qin Xia said: "You should know that survival is a biological instinct. What happened in the arena just now was not entirely your fault."
Angron He was being eroded by the feelings that had been temporarily dispelled by the shift of attention. When he recalled the episode just now, those emotions such as sadness, anger, fear, and unwillingness came rushing in, making him feel painful.
“I killed them.” Angron shook his head, “I’m not sure if this is true or an illusion. I feel like I can feel the emotions of each of them when they were killed by me. "When they were killed by others, I felt like I was being killed." Qin Xia recalled what he had seen about Angron before coming to this universe.
In the future, Tethys, the think tank of the World Eaters Legion, will explore the memory of the Primarch, and Tethys discovers that before the Butcher's Nails were installed, Angron would have a Cruel Heart for every gladiator he killed. of pain.
The Butcher's Nail is an implant that is installed in the brain and will torture the implanted person all the time. The implanted person will only feel more relaxed when killing.
So after the Butcher's Nails were struck, the excruciating pain became a temporary relief to satisfy the desire to kill.
Angron obviously felt the same way just now. He was crying while killing.
"Everyone here has swung a knife at others in order to survive." Honor came and said to Angron, "It's the same outside the arena and in the slums. Although it seems to be a way of escaping responsibility and guilt. It feels like, but most of this crime of killing should be blamed on the slave owners."
Qin Xia looked at Honor with approval, feeling more and more that this strong man really had some philosophy.
"I can roughly guess how you feel now. You are very sad." Qin Xia said, "But sadness is a luxury in this situation. You have to learn to deal with those emotions, at least don't let those emotions Force you to commit suicide or commit suicide."
Angron nodded.
But it was a perfunctory nod. Qin Xia did not put forward any constructive suggestions because it was also his first time contacting Angron and he needed more information to help Angron deal with his talent. Come the question.
"Hey, listen."
Qin Xia put her hand on Angron's thick arm and spoke slowly in a low tone.
“I am a person who likes to acquire knowledge, very much.”
“Because I once relied on knowledge to change my destiny. When I was a child, I lost my parents and lived in In the orphanage, the place was like a gladiatorial arena without fighting. Everyone slept in the same room every night. "
"Later, I developed a technology based on my knowledge, and this alone made me happy. Made me make a lot of money at a very young age.”
"Then I spent money to improve the environment of the orphanage where I grew up and make it better."
Listening to what Qin Xia said, Angron's eyes were full of curiosity.
He could understand all the meanings in these words. The role of those nouns he had never learned in the context made Angron aware of the meaning of the nouns themselves.
And he had never seen the world outside the mountains and the arena, so he was very interested.
But after listening and thinking for a moment, Angron asked: "I understand that you may want me to learn something through this story... but I really don't know what this story is about me. What is the connection between the current situation? ”
"There is no connection." Qin Xia smiled and shook his head, "I just wanted to show off."
Angron showed a bitter smile.
On the side, Honor lowered his head and raised his hand to cover his mouth.
Not far away, the handsome gladiator resting with his eyes closed laughed.
The other gladiators in the cave, like these two, thought Qin Xia could tell some great truth, and were overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events.
Angron felt that the dullness in the cave was broken at this moment, as well as the laughter of others, and the negative emotions accumulated above his head like dark clouds briefly subsided.
“Can’t you just compliment me with a few compliments?” Qin Xia looked at Honor.
Hono tensed up hard to make his expression match his bear-like appearance, and nodded: "Very... very powerful, I'm serious, you are obviously better than us hyphenated ones. People who can't even write are much better."
"What did you do before?" A gladiator came up and asked curiously, "I don't think someone like you would end up like this. That's right."
Another gladiator came up and asked: "Let me guess, you should have been a rich man, flying over the city on an anti-gravity flying disc until you went bankrupt."
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The gladiators all looked at Qin Xia, curious about his past.
Qin Xia's jokes livened up the atmosphere, and the past events he told aroused everyone's interest, invisibly shortening the distance between the gladiators scattered throughout the cave.
For some simple people, all they need to become friends is a word that can bring a smile.
But Qin Xia did not continue to talk to satisfy others' curiosity, and became serious.
“My past is not important, what is important is that all of us are locked up in this hellish place.”
"So why can't we get together, sit down on the cold ground and chat. Although this ghost place is really not comfortable, at least we still have each other who are also in trouble."
< br>"Then tell me everything you know about the gladiatorial arena, and I will collect the information, which will be beneficial to each of us."
(End of this chapter)
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