Chapter 10 Psychic Three-Blade Ax
“From now on, I will teach you to master your own talents.”
Qin Xia returned to his childhood in a trance.
In the hall of the White Scars Chapter, Qin Xia sat cross-legged.
The kind and friendly think tank sat cross-legged opposite.
"I heard that other people's psychic talents will appear passively when they are emotionally excited." Qin Xia looked at his palms, "But I am not. My psychic talents are very stable, but the disadvantage is that I can't be like others. The first time he showed his ability to use psychic energy, he knew what he was good at."
Zhitan closed his eyes, felt something, and said softly: "Indeed, I am good at prophecy. I used to do it often when I was a child. Dreaming about the future, when I was working as a reloading slave on the gun deck of a strike cruiser, my master discovered my talent."
"Then you are particularly good at prediction." Qin Xia put down his hand and looked at the think tank. , "I'm not, I don't know what I'm good at."
Think Tank took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Then he opened his eyes.
The ethereal voice echoed in Qin Xia's ears.
“What do you want to be good at? Do you want to be good at using biochemical abilities to instantly resurrect dead people on a planet when you lose control in extreme emotional states?”
“Or, do you want to be good at it? The ability to attack, kill hundreds of thousands of people with a burst of blue lightning when out of control? "
"Is this good?"
The think tank closed his eyes again, but still. Preaching.
"Stability itself is a talent, a huge talent. Even if you can only learn to use lightning to cripple a person after training, you are still more powerful than a psyker who can kill an entire legion in an instant, because you are Stable."
"You don't have to worry about strength, I will teach you."
Qin Xia nodded when he heard that the think tank would teach him. He wanted to ask the other party. Teach yourself something.
The think tank seems to have predicted this problem: "I will teach you the three abilities that I am good at, which I call the three psychic axes."
"The three psychic axes?" Qin Xia was curious.
"Prophecy, attack, healing. The most basic kind." Think Tank opened his eyes again. "If you are very smart, you will learn the first thing after undergoing the transformation surgery to become a White Scar Astartes, such as pinching others. Head or something."
Hearing this, Qin Xia smiled: "Maybe I learn faster. I have always had a guess that what I am good at with my psychic talent is learning. Like me...I used to do that."
"What's the point of being a little kid? By the time you can kill everyone with your fighting brothers, you should be less than eighteen years old. ." Think Tank rolled his eyes at Qin Xia and continued to meditate.
Qin Xia pursed her lips and smiled bitterly.
The two were silent for a while.
Qin Xia suddenly asked: "Why do you meditate? Is this a practice to strengthen spiritual power? For example, in this way, spiritual energy can become stronger."
"No, I'm just used to this. Do it." The think tank shook his head, "What level of psychic talent you have is determined when you are born. The psychic power does not even come from yourself, but from the subspace. What is the use of your cultivation?"
"Then if the psychic is not very talented, will he always be like this and be completely out of tricks?" Qin Xia asked again.
"Yes, there is really no other way." The think tank replied, "But... everything about subspace is unstable and uncertain, in a superposition of what can and cannot be, and everyone has his own How high you can reach is closely related to your destiny."
Qin Xia nodded thoughtfully: "Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all."
"Everything is fate, and no one can control anything."
The think tank said solemnly.
"Just like the name you inherited, Qin Xia, the timid Xue warrior when the war group was still a legion ten thousand years ago. Even if he was saved, he still died. This is fate."
...Qin Xia opened his eyes.
After realizing that she was involuntarily falling into memories again, Qin Xia rubbed her face to wake herself up.
Look around.
Angron had curled up against the wall and slept.
Hono was squatting under the bars, looking at the pendant around his neck.
The other gladiators also rested.
But when Qin Xia opened her eyes, Caesar, who was resting on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he sensed that Qin Xia could no longer be disturbed.
"Are you awake?" Caesar stood up and walked over, looking straight at Qin Xia who was sitting cross-legged, "How strong is your athletic ability? What kind of witchcraft do you know?"
" Why do you ask?" Qin Xia asked.
"You want to run, right?" Caesar sat down and looked up at Qin Xia's face, "I feel that your athletic ability should be very strong. Every time I run out of the cell and slowly run towards If it was you who was caught outside, you might be able to act quickly and find out what security measures this ghost place has.”
When Caesar made this suggestion, Honor raised his head: "You asked a strong man nearly three meters tall to conduct reconnaissance? Are you crazy again?"
"No! No!" Caesar shook his head vigorously and stared at Qin Xia with crazy eyes, "My father said you can do it, he said you can do it, you definitely can!"
Hearing "father" in Caesar's mouth, Honor has become accustomed to this.
This is not the first time he has gone crazy.
Qin Xia understands Caesar's status better.
That is the reaction after hearing a certain sound. Some psychics are like this. They can hear things that others cannot hear and see things that cannot be seen.
Some psykers even regard the Emperor as a fantasy object, thinking that the Emperor is always protecting them and chatting with them.
No matter what the "cause" of Caesar's illness was, he was right about one thing.
Qin Xia can indeed.
"I can do it. I can move extremely fast without making any noise." Qin Xia said.
Caesar was pleasantly surprised: "You can indeed do it! Great, great, father is right."
"Maybe we can give it a try." Honor stood up and walked to Qin Xia and said seriously, "Caesar does have the ability to let you leave this cave. If you fail, you will be captured like him, because of the difficulty of escaping and capturing. Catching is a game in itself, and sometimes we are even deliberately let go to escape."
"Yes, that's right!" Caesar nodded repeatedly, "Although you have a high probability of not being able to escape, we are. At least we can collect information, at least we can accumulate experience, and those damn slave owners will pay the price for their arrogance!"
After thinking for a while, Qin Xia looked at Caesar: "You come with me, if you can still do it! If we bring a few more people, we'll find the fastest ones to go out with, so that we can collect information more efficiently."
"Add me!" Honor raised his hand.
“Count me in.” The sleeping blonde female gladiator next to her opened her eyes and raised her hand to sign up.
Caesar raised three fingers: "Excluding me, I can bring up to four."
There is still one quota.
Qin Xia looked at Angron.
Angron had woken up, and he nodded firmly.
(End of this chapter)