Chapter 242 This will be the beginning of a very interesting reading class
The first one to be chopped off was the head of a young Guardsman. He seemed to blink in surprise, confused as to why. The objects in the soil under your feet will appear in places higher than yourself, and you seem to be wondering why you can see your own back.
His mechanical silver vine twitched with the final vegetative response of his nerves, and hugged his headless body tightly.
Angron ignored the flash of pain in his heart.
The little red-haired boy was surprised to find someone putting him in his arms, chest, and heart.
Where is this...?
He sniffed and blinked.
Well, the stands covered with gems and gold look so high, so high. It turns out that they are only at this height. I can actually jump up!
When the warrior holding a strange ax suddenly appeared in his hand with a burst of crackling lightning, he was like a tiger rushing into the sheepfold, slashing all these fat-headed tall riders in the crowd. When he turned his head, the arena once again fell into an eerie silence.
Then a chaotic sound wave erupted. There were only a few people running away, shouting at the guards, and crying. More spectators with protruding eyes and bloodshot eyes were shouting for him fanatically and holding up their hands for him. Raise your arms.
"Angron!" they screamed, while watching the heads of the nobles roll down one by one, dressing themselves up like gods. The blood of the high horsemen was splashed wantonly on the red soil of the pit, and the beastmen The blood of the lowly slaves and the berserker warriors who had been lost by the nails seeped into the sand and mixed together. The same bright red color made it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
"Angron!" They seemed to have completely forgotten that a moment ago they were trying to force him with nails, use nails to kill him, or were discussing how many nails would be needed to kill him. The star of their arena so that they could revel in the blood he shed -
"Angron!" They watched in fascination as he slaughtered the noble dais and sent his severed limbs and heads flying into the air. , everywhere he went was like a mill of flesh and blood and a hurricane of sharp blades, sprinkling bits and pieces of blood and flesh with silver-white implants on their heads, and they stretched out their hands to catch the flesh and blood with a cheerful smile——< br>
The grand banquet dedicated to the gods began. The red light on the officiant's body became more and more obvious, like a king's robe. Any injuries he suffered were eliminated when a new head fell to the ground. The fully healed and screaming high horsemen and the nobles who came after him only dared to fire their various weapons at him from a distance. Those weapons could not even touch him. The more he slashed, the stronger he became, and the more he slashed, the stronger he became. ——The gods were satisfied with the sacrifices they received and built a new hill next to the throne.
——Why don’t these people run away? Aren't they afraid?
——They only need someone to bleed on their behalf. No one wants to be the one who bleeds, and they don’t care whose blood belongs to them. The moment the bleeding person becomes an object in their eyes, he can no longer be regarded as a "person".
——So they are evil?
——They use the blood of others to numb their own souls, so that they can turn a blind eye to the real evil.
Someone sat next to the red-haired boy.
He looked at him with wide golden eyes. This man was different from anyone he had ever seen. He was very tall, and he was even taller when he wore serious and heavy black armor. He was taller than anyone he had ever seen. Any barbarian is tall, but Angron Talk naturally knew in his heart that he would never exceed his height.
The man was wearing a hood, and when he took it off and faced the boy with his face, the boy saw soft, short, neatly trimmed hair that had changed from blonde to a lighter blonde due to the passage of time, psychic abilities. A crown of thorns composed of lightning and the tranquil baby blue eyes that shine with wisdom and age.
——Who are you?
——I am Julius Robert Omar. ——Sounds like a noble name.
——And I was once a slave.
--once? Didn't you then?
——Yes, I later met my master, my father, and I was no longer a slave from then on.
——Well, you called him my lord.
——Ah, that is not the master, Angron, that is the name for the person you respect, love and admire, and who are truly willing to drive you.
——Isn’t that different?
--no the same. After I gave up the bliss of ignorance and voluntarily knew more truth, I knew that I was given the true love and freedom of all people. And after that, I made my choice to call him my Lord and my Father again.
The boy sniffed.
——That sounds really good. I have it too...I have Oinomouth too! Although he didn't know much, he taught me everything. He was a truly good person.
——Indeed. Oh, did you see that? He fought his way to the last tall rider in Deshii.
——I saw it! He is so powerful! So powerful, but he is completely different from those berserker warriors with nails in their heads! He could actually calmly control his ax to stop! It's amazing. I have never seen someone kill like this and still be able to control themselves. Is he selecting people to clean the battlefield? What is he assigning to them next? Everyone seemed to be cheering up, it was incredible! They all listened to his words without any battle!
The boy looked around.
——His heart is so strong and hard yet so warm and delicate. I have never seen anyone with such a will... If only I could become like this!
A smile appeared on the pastor's lips.
——Yes.
He stood up and took out from his waist a large, thick book hanging from a chain and extremely beautifully bound. It seemed to be made of some kind of leather paper.
The boy's eyes were immediately attracted to this book, not only because he had rarely seen this kind of thing up close, but also because of the deep-seated instinctive need for knowledge or something similar that was prewritten in his blood and bone marrow. Totally inspired the moment I saw it.
——Are you literate? Don’t quite understand? It's okay, I'll teach you, Angron. Come on, let's read it together. It will be the beginning of a very interesting reading lesson.
(End of this chapter)