Underhanded Tactics

"Angron?!"

"What's wrong, Mortarion? I was just half asleep."

"Did you dream again?"

"Yes, it's still the same as before, blood everywhere, shouts of killing everywhere, but it's a little better, I'm not as irritable after waking up."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I don't know why either. Maybe it's because of your presence lately that I've felt less stressed."

Angron's statement is true.

As a mature Primarch and the First Company Captain of the XIV Legion, Mortarion possesses strong leadership abilities.

This has made things much easier for Angron at this stage.

"This is for you, keep it safe."

"What's this?"

"A Jade Tablet; I think it might be useful to you."

"Thank you, my brother."

Looking at the Jade Tablet in his hand, Angron knew he had made the right choice.

This brother Mortarion Mortarian is indeed different.

Very different.

How is Oenomaus?

"He's doing fine, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just worried about whether he can hold up for the next match."

"Don't worry, Dad can handle it."

Mortarion nodded without saying anything more.

The bloody gladiator matches resumed early the next morning.

Oenomaus were in poor form during that period.

He... has diarrhea.

Yes, this old gladiator from the capital of Nuceria has diarrhea.

And I had diarrhea all morning.

The moment he finally managed to pull himself out of the arena, he walked shakily to the resting area.

"Looks like this old guy's really not up to par anymore. He might need something to perk him up next time he goes on the field."

"Don't even mention it. I heard the energy drinks were destroyed, and there were problems at the factory that produced them."

What went wrong?

"I heard that the Engineer in charge of this supposedly went insane."

"Could he have implanted the Butcher's Nails in himself?"

"Who knows? Those guys in the factory deal with Butcher's Nails every day. Maybe they've lost their minds and are trying to amuse themselves?"

Looking at Oenomaus lying on the bed, her face pale, and listening to the sounds fading into the distance, Angron was completely baffled.

Ultimately, he decided to ask his brother.

After all, he asked me that question yesterday.

Perhaps he discovered something, but he can't say it outright.

"Brother, do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know either, Angron. Maybe he's getting old, or maybe he ate something wrong," Mortarion said.

This is how it is when people get old: they sleep lightly, wake up easily, and their digestive system begins to decline.

It's either constipation or diarrhea.

"No, Oenomaus has been drugged. I just checked him, and it's clearly a strong laxative."

Do you know something?

Sigh, we've been found out after all?

It seems he's not very good at this kind of work; if it were Typhon, it would probably be very easy for him.

"I received information that the higher-ups intend for you and your father to kill each other. They're afraid you won't be able to do it, so they've used some methods."

"Despicable tactics!"

"Hmm... yes, underhanded methods," Mortarion said expressionlessly.

"On the bright side, Angron, at least Oenomaus is safe for the time being."

"He's a renowned gladiator here; keeping him around is still useful."

It's cruel, but what Mortarion said is true.

"Thanks for your advice, brother. I never thought I'd find it a good thing to have someone to talk to."

"Haha, it's nothing, bro."

At almost the same time, all the Engineers in the Butcher's Nails manufacturing plant became idiots.

Without any warning, without any news.

At first, they thought it was some despicable tactic used by some damned noble rivals.

After all, the Butcher's Nails, this kind of high-tech gadget, is an indispensable tool to provide them with more fun.

But as the Investigation deepened, they discovered something different.

All the Butcher's Nails production factories owned by nobles were destroyed.

The Engineer became an idiot, and the person in charge disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, on Han Mingxuan's spaceship, Kairas found him.

However, when he saw Han Mingxuan, the suspicion and ruthlessness in his eyes vanished completely.

"Gentlemen."

"How's the situation?"

"Everything that needed to be dealt with has been dealt with, but now most nobles suspect it was your doing."

No doubt about it, it is true.

"What are the arrangements for Angron's next duel?"

"His next match will be against Mortarion was recently captured."

"Mortarion? Didn't I tell you, he tries to show his face as little as possible?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but this match was arranged by my arch-nemesis, and he doesn't share my original beliefs; he's a Medicine Jar."

It's not because I'm physically weak and sickly that I've become Medicine Jar.

It's not because he's an insatiable jerk who craves pleasure.

In pursuit of pleasure, he transformed his body into something extremely muscular, which in turn greatly increased his sensitivity to various stimuli.

That's strange.

This person doesn't believe in Slaanesh, but in Nurgle.

According to the information Investigation, this person firmly believes that only with absolutely eternal life can one continuously experience more pleasure.

It's strange, but it makes sense.

When is Angron's next match?

"Seven days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, the eighth match on arena Number Eight."

It seems Nurgle and Khorne are about to fight, and a certain blue bird has also joined in.

That was quite a spectacle.

"Furthermore, according to the List, you are also among those invited, sir."

Hehe, is it about to begin?

"Old Han, what do we do next?"

"Message Lao Xin and tell him that lunch is canceled. Have him take Ogryn to light a lamp for the City of Truth."

"This... does the City of Truth need Ogryn to light it?"

"Just tell him that, and he'll understand."

Jia nodded and began contacting Trazyn.

However, to prevent malicious alteration of information in the Warp, Jia used Chinese.

According to Old Han, this can effectively prevent Warp pollution.

She also asked about the underlying principles, Old Han said that Warp doesn't understand ancient, less common languages.

Jia didn't delve too deeply into this; as long as it was useful, that was enough.

Soon, Trazyn, who was drinking with Orikan in Nostramo, received the news.

"Alright, Orikan, stop drinking. Old Han has sent word."

Orikan, who was previously drunk, sobered up in a second.

"Is the fight about to begin?"

"Let me see... let Ogryn light the lamp for the City of Truth?"

"Old Han is still worried about his red-skinned, one-eyed giant nephew Ogryn."

Red-skinned, one-eyed Ogryn Giant?

Nostramo does indeed have Oglinia people, and they seem to be doing quite well.

He's quite sharp; he can count to five in a row.

However, he only knew about the gray Ogryn, but had never seen the red Ogryn.

It was still the one-eyed, red -Ogryn Giant.