Chapter 30 Fury
The Skinner is still hunting Jochula.
When Yochula tripped over the stone on the red sand and fell to the ground, looking back desperately at the Skinner who had rushed forward, a spear penetrated the Skinner's chest.
Kleist stood behind the Skinner with a fierce look on his face, and his thick arms had more obvious muscle lines when holding the spear.
Valkyrie.
A word popped into Yochula's mind.
As a young child, Yochula would be held in her mother's arms and listen to her tell the stories of their people who were slaughtered and enslaved by the Decians.
One of them is a story about a woman who was good at fighting and was promoted to a god named Valkyrie because of her military exploits.
Kleist's appearance is obviously different from that of the Valkyrie. The Valkyrie is body-building plus the graceful lines of a woman, while Kleist is only strong.
But this does not delay the fact that in Yochula's eyes at this time, Kleist who saved him is the Valkyrie.
"Get up."
Kleist pulled out the spear from the corpse, the ferocious expression on his face was replaced by concern, and his bloody hand stretched out to Yochula.
Yochula held Kleist’s hand, and just when he wanted to use the force to stand up, Kleist pulled him up as easily as a child.
"Angron!" Kleist turned and waved to the Primarch.
Maggot Eyes has already made the sound of the host announcing the end of the fight, and the audience has been cheering for a long time.
But Angron still stood where he was, motionless.
"We should go back." Kleist walked towards Angron.
The next second an ax flew and landed in front of Kleist.
Kleist was startled. He thought that Angron also had the intention to kill others who were suffering from the same disease at this time.
But when she saw the concerned expression on Angron's face, she thought otherwise.
Angron lowered his head again.
The Maggot Eyes flew in front of Angron.
"Mr. Angron Tark, please express your opinion on gladiatorial combat..."
Before the host finished speaking, Angron suddenly reached out and crushed the maggot eye.
When they saw this talented gladiator crushing the maggot eye made of the same material as Iron Man, the cheers of the audience suddenly stopped and then became more intense.
Angron raised his head, with a ferocious expression on his face.
The original body pulled out the harpoon from his shoulder and threw it towards the auditorium in the distance.
The harpoon flew straight towards the audience across a distance of nearly a kilometer in an instant, but was blocked by an invisible energy barrier on the way.
Angron pulled out the harpoon from another shoulder and threw it, but this time it had the same result.
Not only did the audience not feel scared or angry, but they cheered Angron even more intensely.
A siren sounded that was more piercing than the audience's cheers that shook the arena. Ten security devices penetrated the invisible barrier and neatly entered the battle area, preparing to forcibly suppress Angron.
"He seems to be crazy..." Kleist took a step back, distanced himself from Angron, and subconsciously blocked Yochula behind him.
Qin Xia and Onuo in the cave were watching Angron's reaction and guessing what Angron was thinking.
"He was furious." Honor was very nervous. "He shouldn't resist now. If he resists now, he will only be beaten by security omnics until he can't move..."
Qin Xia nodded. , thought for a while, and shook his head: "He seems to want to do something."
As he spoke, Angron had already rushed towards the security omnic. The Primarch ran at high speed, like a terrifying beast.
Although he is still young, although he has not yet reached his peak physical state, he is still a primarch.
The first security omnic had just raised its electric baton. The next second, Angron removed its arms with his bare hands, smashed its head with a punch and caused an explosion.
In the flickering light of the fire, Iron Man's metal fragments were pierced in Angron's face, and his fists were also cut by the metal, but these made him stronger.
The primarch's heart raged like a star that shone on Nuceria.
The words roared out in his heart were like fuel, making the anger burn longer and more vigorously.
He didn't want to kill anyone.
He didn't want to be locked up in the arena.
He wants to run freely in the mountains.
But why is everything forcing him to kill and preventing him from being free?
Those pointy-eared bastards who killed him when he climbed out of the amniotic fluid chamber, those slave-catching teams who put him down with anesthesia and captured him, those who had to take action against him because they wanted to survive, those The gladiator who had fought together before but was hostile to him later...
Confusion, pain, and powerlessness, these negative emotions will eventually turn into anger that needs to be vented. This is true for mortals, and it is true for Angron.
The second security omnic was impaled through the head by its own arm.
The third security omnic was torn to pieces by Angron.
The other security omnics could not hold on for long before they were crushed by Angron one after another.
But the security omnics are endless. Ten security omnics were destroyed, and a hundred came out.
If a hundred of them will be torn apart by Angron, although this is impossible, a thousand of them are already on their way to the battle area.
If all the security omnics cannot stop Angron, even if this is impossible, then there will be omnics specially used for combat that will be mobilized.
There is also the Guards of the High Knight.
Also... there are many things in Nuceria that can suppress resistance.
The slave owners were happy to see Angron angry, because this was much more intense than the previous fight.
Until Angron destroyed more and more security omnics, his physical strength gradually lost, and his anger was not as strong as it was at the beginning.
The Primarch stood on the mountain of debris, about to smash the next omnic, when he was suddenly distracted by some strong emotion that had been affecting him.
This emotion does not come from Angron himself, but from the audience.
Excitement, appreciation, recognition...
The voices of the audience shook the arena, and their emotions gathered into a flood that washed over Angron.
Angron gradually stopped moving and looked towards the audience.
His arms were raised.
It was like something was holding his hand.
Finally the Primarch raised his arms like a victor.
The cheers became more intense, and so did the positive emotions Angron felt. He felt himself bathed in warm water.
But when Angron saw the red sand in the arena, his rationality gradually returned, and his eyes towards the audience were filled with hatred.
(End of this chapter)