Chapter 13 Adventure
"Speaking of wizards." Honor changed the subject, because no one can give an answer to this topic, "When Maggot Eyes came in just now, he said that the only wizard was dead. People outside It seems that he doesn’t know that you are a wizard.”
“Psychic.” Qin Xia corrected, and then expressed his opinion: “I think he is pretending. I am very sure that people outside will not know about me. It's a psyker."
"You have never concealed that you are a psionicist from the beginning." Honor frowned, "This may be because you don't think you can hide your abilities. , but what if people outside really don’t know that you are also a wizard?”
Qin Xia and Honor looked at each other, pondered for two seconds, and then asked: “What if you come to a place and find someone lying on the ground? There are body fragments of one person and hundreds of people, and there are no traces of a long and fierce battle. What method do you think the person lying among the corpses used to kill hundreds of people?"
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"Use witchcraft." Honor replied subconsciously.
“Obviously.” Qin Xia nodded, “It should have been another slave-catching team that sent me into the arena. If they discovered me, they couldn’t have known that I was a wizard.”
"What if someone deliberately conceals it for you?" Honor asked again, "For example, the captain of the slave-catching team is your acquaintance or friend, or there is someone you know in the upper management of the arena, a good brother, he doesn't I can't prevent you from being sent to the arena, but at least I can help you hide that you are a wizard."
"Ha." Qin Xia smiled and didn't answer.
But he has to admit that if people outside really don't know that he is a wizard, then someone must have concealed it.
But no one has a reason to hide it, so it is more likely that the "only wizard" is the host who is playing tricks and coming up with a bad idea to tease the gladiators.
In order to increase the ratings of the arena, in order to increase the drama of the arena sub-program...
"Man, if your ability is dangerous, like Caesar, then I personally think you have to Be careful." Honor said sincerely, "You said before that you are a person with ink in your belly. You know the technology that is monopolized by the high knights on Nuceria, so maybe you can invent something... ..."
"Invention?" Qin Xia felt complicated by Honor's idea, "I need a laboratory, I need materials, I need a lot of equipment, and I can't get these things at all."
"I thought it was simple. I thought you could make weapons by just getting some random things and knocking them." Honor recalled the movies he watched with everyone in the slums when he was a child, "It's like As shown by the holographic projection.”
Qin Xia didn't know what to say, so she lowered her head and muttered something in her heart.
"When I came here through time, it was not like the book I read before I came here. I merged with a star god at the beginning."
Even Angron couldn't hear these words in his heart. , the two of them couldn't offer any practical advice, so they could only remain silent.
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"You can detect that my psychic energy is very stable. Can you tell me how stable it is? What is my psychic talent? What is my spiritual energy? What does the soul projection in the subspace look like? Can you help me understand my talents and abilities deeply, so that I can..."
"Sorry. Boy. I can't. I can simply feel that you are stable. My prophecy revealed your existence to me, and revealed that you used your psychic powers to kill several traitor soldiers who wanted to kill you under extreme circumstances. , revealed to me that your psychic powers will not go out of control even when you are extremely angry, but deeper exploration requires preparation and time."
Qin Xia and Think Tank sat face to face, communicating.
That was when leaving on a White Scars Chapter cruiser on a planet that had just experienced a rebellion.
“What do I need to prepare?” Qin Xia asked.
"Many. Ceremonies, certain ritual items, ensure that your spirit is very stable, in very good condition, and controllable." The think tank replied, "I will find other think tanks when I return to Quanzhou Fortress, We will spend a year or two helping you and watching over you, and then we can safely get to know your talents deeply.”
After saying that, the think tank added: "As far as I know, the Gray Knights should have a better way, but unfortunately we only know about their existence now. If you can join the Gray Knights, you can learn more about yours more quickly." Talent, but it’s a pity that you can’t join them.”
“Then you said you would teach me how to use psychic power in the future,” Qin Xia said, “We only know that my psychic talent is stable, but. I don’t know how stable it is, and I don’t know anything else.”
“First of all, I will make sure that you don’t become a channel for the devil to enter reality, because you will lose control to that point. I could kill you before." Think Tank replied, "If you learn to use psychic powers and your head doesn't explode, it proves that you can become a Think Tank."
"Sorry kid, I don't want to be so cold. Not a cold person. But this kind of cruel screening is not the best, but it is the fastest. "
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Qin Xia opened her eyes in memory.
He just "sleeped" in his memory. Although he didn't need to sleep now, there was nothing else to do anyway.
Caesar's body is still there.
It's like a sign that says:
Psychics awaken randomly and die randomly.
While thinking about where to bury Caesar, Qin Xia looked away.
Almost all the gladiators were sleeping soundly, including the female gladiator who called Caesar a sissy and was covered in blood.
Obviously death, even a very random death, will not keep the gladiators awake, because this kind of thing is too common in this place. Angron hadn't rested yet. He was sitting in the corner opposite Qin Xia, wondering what he was thinking.
And Qin Xia began to think about Angron.
This Primarch seems to be in pretty good shape now, at least he's normal and not a bloodthirsty madman who picks up an ax and chops everyone down without saying a word.
This is because Angron has not yet received the implant called the Butcher's Nail, and has not yet been tortured by the Butcher's Nail's characteristic of causing pain if it does not kill.
If he stays in the arena, he will be nailed sooner or later.
Not only him, Qin Xia felt that he would probably end up with the same fate, because the slave owners expected such a strong and powerful gladiator to put down all humanity and morality and present the most extreme killing in front of them.
The Butcher's Nail is a magical anesthetic among the three treasures of Nukeria, and anyone who comes to it will fall victim to it.
"Do I have a deep understanding of my own abilities?"
A thought suddenly emerged in Qin Xia's mind.
But the vigilance quickly suppressed this idea.
But thoughts are like a breeze, lingering in Qin Xia's mind, accompanied by a series of questions.
“If you are still waiting for help from people like the Gray Knights or think tanks like you did when you traveled back to the 30th millennium for the second time, is it possible to wait before being nailed?”
"If you don't have a deep understanding of your own abilities, and then think of ways to use your psychic powers, is it possible to escape from the arena?"
Although he was inexplicably sent to the 30th millennium by the subspace , 10,000 years earlier than the 40th millennium when he first traveled through, but he was here after all.
Qin Xia thought so.
If the result of coming here is that a hundred years later Angron will be surrounded by a lunatic who also drives nails and only knows how to kill people, then that would be really...
Qin Xia began to think. Do you want to take risks yourself?
He first suppressed the impulse in his heart and judged rationally.
From the time when I didn’t know how stable my psychic talent was, and when I learned how to use my psychic powers to learn the Three Axes from the White Scar Think Tank, I never lost control. That feeling of ease.
These made Qin Xia think that he might be able to safely understand his own abilities.
But even without considering these, Qin Xia felt that he still had to take risks.
The reason is simple - without risking a deeper understanding of one's psychic talents, without relying on psychic powers, escaping from the arena is simply a daydream.
Qin Xia still remembered what he had read about Angron before he traveled to this universe.
Angron fought to death with the slave masters on Nuceria. It really looked like the Spartacus uprising. Those who didn't know better thought he was a mortal and not the original body.
As a result, Angron easily tore apart a Custodes after being picked up by the Emperor.
Angron is not weak, but in the hell of Nuceria, where there are little demons, wind, water, shallow water, and bastards, he can't do anything with his physical fitness that surpasses that of a mortal.
As for an Astartes who cannot use his psychic talents to a powerful level, even staying alive is a problem.
"It seems I have to change my mind." Qin Xia murmured to himself.
Qin Xia decided to change his short-term goal from escaping the arena to exploring his own psychic talent and waiting for the opportunity to collect information and find ways to organize more people.
If you are not simply looking for death, you must realize that the arena is not the biggest enemy, let alone think that in the world of Nuceria, everything will be fine as long as you leave the arena.
The Colosseum is just a relatively safe corner in the hell of Nuceria. If you want to leave the hell of the Colosseum and enter another more terrifying hell, you'd better be fully armed and prepared, and There is a large group of fellow travelers who have the courage and strength to step into a more terrifying hell.
It is necessary to take risks to explore your own psychic talents, because this is the only option other than waiting for death or actively seeking death.
Although this choice is just not a 100% sure death.
(End of this chapter)