Chapter 29 Anger arises from the heart
The scene of his right arm being cut off kept flashing back in Yochula’s mind.
A dagger cannot cut off a limb so easily, so the skinner accurately penetrated the gap between the bones, cut off the tendons connected to the bones, and tore off Yochula's arm like a cook cutting off a cow.
In addition to pain, there was surprise and confusion in Yochula's head.
He didn’t expect that the Skinner would cut off his arm as soon as he came up.
Obviously this guy was still talking and laughing just now...
"You must be thinking about escaping just like the big guy."
The Skinner glanced at the Nusa twins who were fighting Angron, holding a dagger in one hand, inserted Yochula's arm and lifted it up, while holding a dagger in the other hand, he quickly disintegrated the entire arm.
The skin, muscles, tendons...all were peeled off and fell into the red sand.
Even if Yochula had a bandage, this arm would not be reattached.
"I'm different from you." The Skinner still smiled, "I enjoy fighting, I enjoy cheering."
Yochula was only now sure that this man really wanted to kill him.
"If you all run away..."
"Whose skin should I skin?"
The skinner's smile did not change when he spoke, but it was for Yochula The feeling is as scary as a ghost.
"You...you..." Yochula retreated tremblingly. This young gladiator may have been ready to kill. When facing the "Pariah Slayer", he also killed a slave knight.
But Yochula never thought that one of the gladiators with whom he fought bloody battles with the slave knights on the red sand, this one named the Skinner, the gladiator who comforted him just now turned out to be Ben Come to kill yourself completely.
In this gladiatorial game, there is no need to fight to the death.
"When your mother comes to deliver food in the evening, I will describe to her in detail how I skinned you." The skinner put away his smile and rushed towards Yochula.
The other side.
Angron dodged the successive attacks of the Nusa twins.
Kleist had just cut the fishing net to pieces and rushed towards the twins yelling and swearing.
Angron didn't want to kill anyone, because no one had to die today, so he kept dodging, occasionally attacking twice and then dodging again.
The cheers in the audience turned into curses. The audience who came with the intention of watching Angron’s outstanding performance now changed all the praises they had spoken before because of Angron’s obvious paddling. It became an insult that was hard to hear.
The harpoons stabbed by the Nusa twins at the same time were easily dodged by Angron, but just when Angron wanted to pretend to fight back, one of them suddenly pulled out a dagger from his boot and slashed Angron's neck. .
Angron took two steps back and touched his neck.
The skin is broken.
"You..."
Just when Angron wanted to question, the Nusa twins quickly stepped forward and pierced Angron's left and right shoulders with the harpoons in their hands.
“Are you crazy?” Kleist waved his spear and swept away the two harpoons, then stepped in front of Angron, “You want to kill him?!”
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The Noosa twins stepped back in unison, turned to look at the audience, and looked back at Kleist at the same time.
"Isn't it good if he dies?"
"Then my brother, I and you will still be the most noticed."
Two brothers each. One sentence.
“What nonsense are you talking about?!” Kleist yelled and walked around Angron, chasing away the Nusa twins who wanted to come forward at any time like a wild beast. “He is very big. ...But he still feels like a child!”
"He's not a kid."
"Okay... maybe. But even if he's not old, he's still a freak of over three meters tall, so don't say those childish things."
One of the Nusa twins raised a dagger and the other raised a spare fishing net, preparing to attack again.
"You two are blind losers who have children..." Kleist clenched his spear and prepared to teach the two brothers a lesson.
But Angron's big hand pressed on Kleist's shoulder.
The female gladiator turned around and found Angron glancing in the direction of Yochula.
After a slight hesitation, Kleist, who thought Angron could deal with the two brothers, left the original body and rushed towards Jochula, who was running away from the Skinner in the arena.
"Angron should be very strange now..." Honor frowned and said, "Why did the gladiator who fought side by side with the Slaughterer yesterday have to kill him today."
< br>"Were the Nusa twins the most eye-catching before?" Qin Xia asked.
Honor nodded.
Qin Xia did not ask any more questions and turned around to look at the other gladiators behind her.
Some gladiators were equally outraged by the actions of the Noosa Twins and the Skinners.
Some people are indifferent.
Some people were sitting in the corner with cold eyes. When Qin Xia's eyes met theirs, these people showed sinister smiles.
Qin Xia turned around and continued to look at the arena, and just sighed.
“There are bad people among the gladiators.”
Angron, who was watched by Qin Xia, was indeed very confused.
He could feel many emotions from the two brothers...jealousy, hostility, cruelty, and coldness.
But just feeling the emotions did not allow Angron to understand why these two people wanted to kill him. It only made him certain that the other party wanted to kill him.
Puzzled.
Grieved.
There are also various other emotions gathered together. When these negative emotions accumulate to the maximum, they are the anger that wants to be killed quickly.
Just like when an ordinary person is bullied, he will be so angry that he wants to kill the bully's whole family.
As the saying goes, anger starts from the heart.
"I will tear you apart!" Angron roared, throwing the two axes in his hands on the ground, ignoring the harpoons on his shoulders, and rushed straight towards the Nusa Twins.
Angron had a ferocious expression, his sword eyebrows stood upright, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out flames.
The moment they saw his expression, the Nusa twins already had the idea of dodging.
But before the thoughts were transmitted to the body along the nerves, the two brothers were stretched out by Angron who rushed towards them and strangled their necks with both hands.
While the bodies of the two brothers were still making mechanical dodge movements, Angron waved his arms toward the middle and brought his arms together.
There was a sound of broken bones, and the two brothers' heads hit each other and died at the same time.
Blood splattered onto the primarch's face.
As the first drop of blood slid down Angron's face onto the red sand, the ferocity and anger in the original face also disappeared.
In the moments before the two brothers died, Angron felt many emotions.
Regret, fear, fear, shock, accident...
Angron felt the heartache at the moment of facing death at the same time.
A tear slipped from the corner of Angron's eye, mixed with the blood and bone fragments on his face, and fell on the red sand.
Those were not the tears of the original body, but the tears of two dead people before they died, just flowing from Angron's eyes.
The original body stood there, taking a heavy breath and throwing away the body in his hands, lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking about.
(End of this chapter)