Chapter 40 The first meeting between Horus and Angron
The sun sets in the west and it is getting late.
The sky that should have been dark was dyed crimson by the firelight.
The city of Daishiya is the territory of the Tarka family.
Now it's awash in fire and blood.
The sounds of fighting and screams echoed throughout the city.
Angron is like a terrifying beast, rampaging through the city.
Unleashing his brutal and ferocious nature without any scruples.
Anyone who tried to stop him was brutally torn to pieces.
Angron was followed by many slave gladiators.
They took the stolen weapons and followed Angron to liquidate the slave owners.
"Blood debts are paid with blood."
Yochuka, who still looked like a child, raised his arms and shouted after slitting the throat of an enemy.
He had just turned sixteen two days ago.
He should have been the most naughty age, but he became a slave in the bloody gladiatorial arena because of the Talca family.
Every life and death fight is just to please the scum sitting in the audience.
The huntress Kleist, who had a hideous wound on her face, pierced the guard's body with her spear and picked him up.
Let the blood spill and bathe in her ferocious face.
She is twenty-three years old and has been fighting in the arena for seven years.
At an age when she should be wearing a skirt to show off her beauty, she is already used to blood and killing.
Among the people who liquidated the slave owners was Onomamus, whom Angron respected and loved most.
He was happy that Angron had escaped from the hands of those slave masters.
Even more excited by the uprising he brought to them.
He had planned this day countless times.
And now, the dream has come true.
Even if he dies right now, Onomamus has no regrets.
At least they died as free souls.
The slaves fought together, using the skills and fury gained in the gladiatorial arena to tear apart those who stood above them.
Those noble nobles or knights were killed like wild dogs.
"Angron doesn't want it, please, I know I was wrong..."
A high-ranking knight about the same age as Jochuka begged the furious Angron.
Silver vines were implanted in his body.
Silver Vine is a silver-white mechanical tentacle implant that can transform at will into armor, weapons, vehicles, etc.
It is precisely because of the silver vine that these people are called high-level knights.
Angron had suffered the consequences of this mechanical implant many times.
But those were all because there were too many enemies, and he was alone and unarmed.
Now, he was no longer alone or unarmed.
The battle ax given to him by the Forbidden Army was blessed with a power field and could split everything with ease.
The shield formed by silver vines is no exception.
"You don't know that you are wrong, you just know that you are going to die."
Angron punched the high-ranking knight, then grabbed the other person's head and smashed it to the ground.
Vent the anger in your heart to your heart's content.
"Isn't this what you have always wanted me to do? Killing, cruel killing, only in this way can I please you."
"Now that the object of pleasure has become us, aren't you willing? You are so selfish."
The high-ranking knight made a painful sound.
He begged and begged until Angron shattered his throat and silenced him.
"I will kill every one of you, including your children."
After Angron finished speaking, he broke the other person's neck.
The Tarka family estate had strong defenses, but was eventually breached.
The angry slaves spared no one.
The pain the Talca family had caused them was too profound.
"Father."
a child cried and shouted.
"No!"
The Lord of Talka, who was being escorted by his own soldiers to evacuate, watched with his own eyes as his young child was lifted high by the slaves and then slammed to the ground.
The child's limbs twitched for a moment, then completely stopped moving.
"You damn executioners, he is only four years old, how could you do it?"
Lord Talka's body trembled with grief and anger.
When the slaves heard this, not only did they not feel any guilt, they also picked up the child's body on a spear and desecrated it to their heart's content.
Seeing Lord Talka's painful look, they laughed even more happily.
It turns out that noble slave owners can also suffer! !
Angron did not stop this behavior.
Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, are the oldest oaths of mankind.
None of the members of the Tarka family was spared, and they were tortured and killed by the furious slaves.
They were thrown into acid, pierced with sharp steel spikes, thrown into animal pens and torn to pieces.
The Lord of Talca was quartered alive by the slaves. The battle lasted from dusk to dusk on the second day.
Blood stained the city in ruins.
Black beacon smoke enveloped the sky.
As the commander of the Imperial Guard team, La was very decisive and did not allow No. 12's history as a slave to be made public.
That would have an impact on the Emperor's noble image.
The nobles of Nuceria must die.
Everything about this place will be covered in scarlet blood.
History will be erased and remade.
When the war came to an end, the surviving nobles and slave owners were forced to kneel together, waiting for the judgment of fate.
They were shivering and some even peed their pants.
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They no longer have the arrogance and condescension they once had.
"Their fate is in your hands, Number Twelve."
Ra walked to Angron's side.
"As the Emperor's son, you have the right to judge these people."
The nobles and slave owners looked at Angron expectantly, hoping that he would show mercy.
"Send them into the arena for Nuceria's final battle."
"One of them will live to witness the end of Nucerian slavery."
The nobles and slaves looked desperate.
The slaves behind Angron burst into cheers.
They rushed forward and dragged the nobles and slave owners away.
Prepare to return the pain the other party has inflicted on them one by one.
Ra said to Angron: "No. 12, things here are over, it's time for us to leave."
"Where to go?" Angron looked around with some reluctance.
"Return to the stars to your father and your brothers," said Ra.
"Go with them, Angron." Onomamus stood up and said: "From the moment I saw you, I knew that your fate should not be in Nuceria."
"But?" Angron showed a trace of reluctance. He didn't want to be separated from his adoptive father and his brothers and sisters in the arena.
"Nukeria will be rebuilt with the help of the empire." Ra said: "You don't need to worry about anything."
Angron was finally convinced.
After seeing off his adoptive father and many fellow gladiators, he left Nuceria with the Imperial Guards.
An auxiliary army stayed to assist Onomamus and others in rebuilding a new world without slaves.
"My father and my brothers, what kind of people are they?"
On the way back, Angron was filled with anxiety and expectation.
Emperor's Grand Plan Number.
A burst of cheers sounded in the training ground.
Horus, who was naked from the waist up, overturned an Astartes warrior who had not activated his genetic engine.
After Horus completes his daily studies, he will train with the warriors at the training ground.
His fighting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he gained quite a reputation among warriors.
"You're doing better and better."
"We look forward to fighting alongside you."
The soldiers of the Sixteenth Legion came forward one after another to congratulate Horus.
The soldiers of other legions looked at this scene with envy and lamented the luck of the sixteenth legion.
Their original form is still lost somewhere in the galaxy! !
I don’t know when I will return.
Hearing the praises of those warriors, Horus smiled.
He hoped that today's events would reach the Emperor's ears.
"I look forward to the day when you will become leader of the legions, Horus."
A recruit from the Sixteenth Legion pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
The recruit's words made Horus very happy, and he asked for his name.
"My name is Ezekiel Abaddon, from Corsonia like you."
Horus wanted to chat more with Abaddon, but the Custodes suddenly arrived, bringing a message from the Emperor asking Horus to see him.
Horus had no choice but to bid farewell to Abaddon and leave with the Custodes.
He was taken to a grand hall.
A strong gladiator was standing in the hall, curiously looking at everything around him.
The moment Horus saw the other person, he realized that the other person was the same kind as himself.
Also a father’s child.
Thinking of this, Horus became inexplicably angry and looked at the other party with hostile eyes.
"You are very unkind." The gladiator stared at Horus, "Are you going to duel with me?"
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