Chapter 39 Angron’s Revenge
"You can't treat us so cruelly."
The envoy was frightened and stuttered.
"No matter why you came, whether you want wealth or power to control the world."
"As long as you ask for it, we can negotiate. As long as we don't start a war, anything is possible."
Pulling across the dilapidated ruins, he walked to the sleeping Angron.
When No. 12 sleeps, he looks like a terrifying wild beast.
The terrifying muscles contain unimaginable power.
"Book No. 12 is a gift."
"The planet where the original body lands will receive more resources and technology from the empire."
"Just like Corsonia, it will be quickly reshaped into a civilized world."
"Nukeria could have received this gift and become a planet of great political significance to the empire."
"But you turned a Primarch into a slave and you wanted to..."
Ra picked up a Butcher's Nail with a silver nerve bundle and looked at the envoy.
"Smash such a thing into the Primarch's head and destroy our Lord's creation."
The high-spirited general who stepped on Angron's head before was kneeling in the ruins in embarrassment.
In front of the Imperial Guard, he failed to keep any secrets.
With just a little trick, he told what the major families wanted to do to the original body.
Treating No. 12 as a slave in the arena, he also intends to implant this blasphemous creation to completely destroy No. 12.
No extermination order was issued to Nuceria, so La and others were restrained.
The envoy's body shook with fear.
He opened his mouth to say something.
La did not give him a chance, but continued speaking on his own.
"Such a shame must be washed away with enough blood."
"At this time tomorrow, if the bodies of the slave owners have not been delivered here, we will do it ourselves."
The outcome of the negotiations left Nuceria's nobles in despair.
They once stood high and played with the fate of the people under their command.
Deprive those people of their freedom and lives at will.
And now the same evil will befall them.
The smile of the past disappeared.
Instead there was fear and insecurity.
"What should we do?"
The meeting was silent for a long time before any noble asked questions.
Angron is Nuceria's most powerful gladiator.
All the families present have their chips betting on each other.
When they suppressed Angron, they also sent out personal guards.
Now, those golden-armored warriors have to be reckoned with.
One by one, no one in the family here can escape.
"We must not compromise." The head of the Talka family said: "Even if Nuceria turns to ashes, we cannot choose to surrender."
"I suggest releasing long-range strikes on them immediately. These people are very powerful, but they only have one battleship."
"Once a war starts, the supplies in reserve will be consumed quickly, and they won't be able to hold on for long."
"As long as we survive the first wave of blows, we can gain more initiative."
"At that time, whether it is negotiation or maintaining the war, we will have the final say."
Representatives of other families discussed the words of Lord Talka.
In the end, the proposal to start war was approved unanimously.
In his sleep, Angron recalled the day he became a slave of the Talka family.
He was still young at the time and was locked in a deep pit with hundreds of guys in ragged clothes, iron shackles and slave marks.
Inside the pit stood a trapezoidal pyramid, and overhead was a circular arena filled with spectators.
This is a game that takes pleasure in the life and death struggles of slaves.
The surviving slaves will be used as prizes in the bet and given to the winning family to become gladiators.
When the game starts, corrosive acid gushes out from the circular drain of the pit, flooding the pit bit by bit.
In the beginning, slaves would help each other.
They support each other and help those who come after to climb higher.
Yelling and cursing at the spectators who enjoyed their torture and clapped their hands in applause.
As more and more corrosive acid was poured into the pyramid, there were fewer and fewer places to stand on the pyramid.
The crowd grew more crowded and more desperate.
Soon, the first victim appeared.
A man failed to stand still and fell into the corrosive acid.
The acid can dissolve flesh and bones into a pulp, but not immediately.
The man thrashed in the acid and let out a scream Angron had never heard in his life.
The pain in the voice was so profound that it frightened those nearby.
When the audience outside saw this scene, they shouted excitedly.
The excitement reached its climax at the moment when they watched the slave being slowly corroded until death.
The cheers were deafening, overwhelming, like a wave.
Angron looked at the audience, feeling confused.
He couldn't understand why some people would enjoy killing their fellow humans.
After the first dead person appeared, the slaves changed and no longer regarded the people around them as companions.
Rather see it as a stumbling block to the safe space of increasingly smaller steps. They started killing each other.
Screams continued as the crowd pushed each other into the water.
Angron was forced into this ugly fight for survival.
There was an urge in his heart to knock everyone into the water.
As a primarch, he could do this easily.
But he chose to refuse.
Every slave who fell into the acid and screamed made his heart sting.
He couldn't bear to push those people to death.
Even if he takes action, it will only be for survival, not for killing.
There were hundreds of slaves in the pit, but only a dozen of them reached the top of the pyramid.
In the end, only one can survive.
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There is no doubt that Angron is the lucky one to survive.
He tried to resist and escape.
But slaveholders had Dark Age technology at their disposal.
Even though Angron had unimaginable power, it was difficult to resist, and he was eventually controlled.
Throwed into the dungeon, it became a tool for bloody entertainment for the audience.
Angron also recalled the scene when he first met Onomamus in his dream.
The old gladiator taught him how to fight.
Tell him stories about the outside world and comfort him from the pain caused by the fighting.
Later, Angron fell into a nightmare.
He dreamed that nails were driven into him.
In a fit of madness, he killed Onomamus and desecrated his body.
The dignitaries looked at this scene with smiles on their faces, discussing how much money they had won from this duel.
"No!!"
"I will never allow them to take you away too."
Angron screamed in pain and woke up from the nightmare.
He subconsciously touched his head and found no implants.
"You're awake, No. 12."
came a cold voice.
Angron turned around and looked over, and found a golden-armored warrior he had never seen before.
He looked around and found that he was in the ruins of the Black Tower of Technology.
"Who are you?" Angron asked, "Where are those bastards?"
"I am the emperor."
Before La finished speaking, a forbidden soldier jumped down from a high place and interrupted him.
"La, a missile swarm has been detected heading towards us."
La turned her head and looked out through the broken window.
“I don’t know what gave those idiots the courage to show their fangs to the empire.”
"Order the troops to land, we will clean up the world."
Ra turned to Angron and threw a heavy battle ax to him.
"No. 12, it's too late to explain so much to you. Take your weapons and prepare for battle."
Ra raised his halberd, and a beam of light rushed out, turning into a light shield.
The other forbidden troops also made the same move.
The equipment of the Custodes is the best among all the forces in the empire.
The halberds in their hands incorporate technology from multiple universes.
Not only can it become a killing weapon, but it can also be used as a shield.
The shield is like an inverted bowl, protecting everyone.
A few seconds later, hundreds of missiles trailed down with their tail flames.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Terrifying explosions resounded across the sky.
The raging flames swept towards the sky.
Everything around him turned into scorched earth.
"Dead?"
"These missiles are loaded with enriched nuclear warheads, which are powerful enough to explode everything within the explosion range into molecules."
"They are very strong, but after all they are still flesh and blood and cannot withstand such a bombing."
The family representatives watching the bombing scene looked nervous, anticipating the results they wanted.
When the twenty golden-armored warriors and Angron came out unscathed.
The faces of many family representatives showed despair.
They knew it was all over.
The battleship in the void took the lead in launching an orbital bombardment towards the ground.
The sky lit up frequently, tower-like beams of light and missiles rained down.
Airports, military bases, and launch platforms were all focused on and were quickly reduced to rubble.
Densely packed fighter planes roared out and rushed to the ground like swarms, bombing and dropping auxiliary troops.
All the cities in the world were reduced to a sea of flames within half an hour.
Angron freed his fellow slaves, freeing them from their dark cells to join the war of revenge.
His first target was the Talca family.
(End of chapter)