Chapter 102 Return to the Arena

“The Swallower of the City!”

When Angron’s figure paused in the blood mist, Shouts erupted in the arena.

Some people are afraid, some people are surprised, some people admire it, some people belittle it...

Before countless emotions were expressed in words by their respective masters, Angron was already aware of what was contained in these emotions.

Angron is a kind of banner in his own right, and he is already known to everyone on Nuceria.

It’s just that the image of this demigod in people’s minds has changed a lot, and now after the Battle of the River in the Mach region, Angron is seen by the Nucerians as a terrifying butcher, leading a group of Butcher's butcher, destroyer.

Or it may be the savior, one of the divine kings who is said to be born on Nuceria.

People with different identities have different Angrons in their minds.

All kinds of emotions erupted in the arena the moment Angron appeared, and Angron was no longer affected by these emotions.

"Freak."

An emotion seemed to materialize into a whisper. Angron followed the sound and saw a gladiator kneeling on the red sand with a grateful look in his eyes. Look at him.

The gratitude on the other side is real and surging.

It is also mixed with admiration. After all, this legendary leader of the city-devourers also came from the gladiatorial arena.

But the gladiator still thought Angron was a freak.

Angron is also used to others treating him as a freak.

In the fortress territory, he went from house to house to feel people's misery and hatred to hone himself. He could also gain gratitude and admiration from those people, but there were still some people who appreciated and admired him. People will think of him as a freak.

All emotions are real and complex.

Angron can also understand the origin of this idea of being grateful and worshiping him while treating him as a freak by putting himself in his shoes - human beings have deep feelings about people who look like themselves, but who are similar to them. The fear of beings who are completely different from themselves.

"You are free." Angron walked behind the gladiators and tore apart the electric locks that bound the gladiators one by one.

The current that surged so much that the Hundred-War Gladiator couldn't move even made Angron feel a slight tingling on his skin.

Dozens of gladiators on the red sand were liberated one by one by Angron in front of the surrounding guards and everyone in the audience.

It is still uncertain whether the legend of the two divine kings on Nuceria is true or false since ancient times. After all, legends are not even prophecies.

But Angron, who was considered by everyone to be the divine king, personally brought the legendary and elusive freedom and salvation to the oppressed people present.

Those slave owners and lackeys just watched, not even daring to say a word or move.

"City Devourer!" The gladiator who thought Angron was a freak knelt down and requested with great sincerity, "We gladiators who were captured later will fight on the red sand where you fought. So far, we advocate discipline and unity like the City Eaters, can we join the City Eaters?"

Angron still ignored the Guards soldiers on the red sand and lowered his head to look at the gladiators.

It is true that the other party regards him as a freak, and his admiration, gratitude, and desire to join the rebels are also true.

Nowadays, the complexity of this kind of man can no longer surprise Angron.

All the gladiators fell to their knees.

In the audience, the slaves brought by the nobles who were stunned and didn't even dare to breathe knelt down.

The untouchables who had fled to the gladiatorial arena from Desia City knelt down.

But what was different from what everyone imagined was that Angron suddenly looked ferocious.

“Stand up!!!”

The primarch's roar roared like muffled thunder in the arena. His whole body was like a roaring engine, his body was trembling, his chest covered with thick muscles like steel plates was rising and falling violently, and his flaring nostrils seemed to be spewing hot steam.

After realizing during the Battle of Mach City that his turbulent emotions would cause a chain reaction, Angron deliberately suppressed his emotions, but there were still things that he could not suppress.

Others kneeling to him is one of them.

On Nuceria, only slaves need to kneel to their masters.

"I'm not a slave owner!" Angron grabbed the first gladiator to kneel, and the thick gladiator was pinched like a little chicken, "You already know the name of the City Eater! You guys You already know what we have done! But you still kneel to me, just like a slave facing a damn slave master!”

Until Angron found the gladiator he was choking, and he screamed. Feeling pain and showing corresponding emotions, the gladiator was put down.

“Stand up.” Angron said, “You are free people now. The moment the city-devourers arrive in the city of Desia, you will be free people. You don’t need to kneel down, and you don’t need to kneel for no reason. There is no need to endure being punished and killed.”

The slaves, untouchables, and gladiators in the arena all stood up one after another.

“Very good.” Angron nodded, “Hold your heads high, puff out your chests, and look directly at me with your unabashed eyes, like a free man facing another free man. , not like a slave facing a slave owner.”

As he spoke, Angron took off his chain ax from his back and looked at the dazed Guards soldiers behind him.

"Then, take revenge on your former oppressors."

Before the last word reached the ears of others, a Guardsman was killed by Angron on the spot.

In the auditorium, some ordinary nobles with sporadic ancient technological artifacts and scattered Guards were besieged by the surrounding free people. When they tried to fight their way out of the auditorium, they encountered a situation where the level of force was already high. Gladiators who surpassed many high knights.

Onomamus wore a glove that could modify the atomic structure and changed the gate at the exit of the auditorium into a solid wall.

The free men began to cut down the oppressors around them.

Qin Xia came to the arena at this time.

Slowly walked out of the snowstorm that suddenly appeared behind Angron.

Seeing Qin Xia, Angron was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Qin Xia would drive in with the war machine named God Lord Titan and smash the entire arena to pieces.

But since Qin Xia didn’t do this, Angron didn’t ask anything.

The two stood together, watching the killings that broke out in the audience.

Behind them, the few Guards soldiers were also killed by the gladiators.

Until everything settles.

The Devourers came to the audience.

People gathered here, because of what Angron said before, they did not kneel to those who came.

"What's your name?"

Qin Xia came to a boy and squatted down to be level with him.

The boy's appearance had been horrified by his master's recreational torture when he was a slave.

It is difficult to tell that this is the same person just from the skin, facial features and appearance.

Qin Xia was attracted by the child's miserable and terrifying appearance. He squatted down and used biochemical psychic spells to restore the child's body.

The child held his head high and said: "I didn't have a name when I was a slave, but now I have one, and the name is freeman!"

"Okay, dear Mr. Freeman." Qin Xia's psychic energy is in the boy A piece of ice formed, and his ravaged and disfigured face quickly recovered, "Call people like you and leave the arena, and then the rebels will pick you up and go to Mach City."

Qin Xia stood up and looked. To others: "It is impossible to rebuild Desia City in a short time. You survivors need a new place to live. Go to Mach City."

(End of this chapter)