Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 101 Return to the Arena

"City Eater!"

"City Eater!"

When Angron's figure paused in the blood mist, shouts broke out in the arena.

Some people are afraid, some are surprised, some worship, some despise...

Angron sensed the meaning of countless emotions before they were expressed in words by their respective owners.

Angron was a banner in his own right, and he was known to everyone in Nuceria.

It's just that the image of this demigod has changed a lot in people's minds, and now, after the battle of the river in the Mach region, Angron is seen by the Nuceria as a terrible butcher, leading a group of butchers' butchers, a destroyer.

Or maybe he is the savior, one of the gods who is said to be born on Nuceria.

People of different identities have different Angrons in their minds.

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

"Freak."

An emotion seemed to materialize into a whisper. Angron looked in the direction of the voice and saw a gladiator kneeling on the red sand, looking at him with eyes full of gratitude.

The gratitude on the other side is real and overwhelming.

There is also a mixture of admiration, after all, one of the legendary leaders of the City Devourers also came from the arena.

But the gladiator still thought Angron was a freak.

Angron was used to people treating him like a freak.

In the fortress territory, he went from house to house, sensing the sadness and hatred of the people to hone himself. He was also able to gain gratitude and admiration from those people, but some of those who were grateful and admired him would treat him as a freak.

All the emotions are real and complex.

Angron was also able to put himself in the other's shoes and understand where this idea of ​​being grateful and worshipful towards him, yet also regarding him as a freak, came from - the fear that humans have in their hearts for creatures that look like themselves, but are completely different from themselves.

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

The electric current was so strong that it could make a battle-hardened gladiator unable to move at all, but Angron only felt his skin slightly numb.

Angron freed dozens of gladiators on the red sand one by one in front of the surrounding guards and everyone in the audience.

It is still unclear whether the legend of the two gods in Nuceria since ancient times is true or false. After all, legends are not even prophecies.

But Angron, who was considered a god by everyone, personally brought the legendary unattainable freedom and salvation to the oppressed people present.

Those slave owners and lackeys just watched and dared not say a word or make a move.

“City Devourers!” The gladiator who thought Angron was a freak knelt down and asked sincerely, “We, the gladiators who were captured later, have been fighting on the same red sand where you once fought. We value discipline and unity like the City Devourers. Can we join the City Devourers?”

Angron still ignored the guardsmen on the red sand and looked down at the gladiators.

It is true that the other party regards me as a freak, and it is also true that they admire, appreciate and want to join the rebel army.

The complexity of this man no longer surprised Angron.

All the gladiators knelt down.

In the audience, the slaves brought by the nobles, who were so stunned that they dared not even breathe, knelt down.

The untouchables who had fled from the city of Desia to the arena knelt down.

But unlike what everyone imagined, Angron's face suddenly became hideous.

“Stand up!!!”

The Primarch's roar reverberated in the arena like thunder. He was like a roaring engine, his body trembling, his chest covered with steel-like muscles rising and falling violently, and his nostrils flaring as if gushing out hot steam.

After realizing that his turbulent emotions would lead to a chain reaction during the Battle of Mach City, Angron tried to suppress his emotions, but there were always things that he couldn't suppress.

One of them is having others kneel down to him.

In Nuceria, only slaves are required to kneel before their masters.

"I am not a slave master!" Angron grabbed the first gladiator who knelt, and the burly gladiator was strangled like a chicken. "You already know the name of the Devourer! You already know what we have done! And yet you kneel before me, like a slave before a damned slave master!"

It was not until Angron discovered that the gladiator he was strangling was in pain because of his roar and showed corresponding emotions that the gladiator was let go.

"Stand up," Angron said. "You are free men now. You were free men the moment the Devourers arrived at Desia. You do not need to kneel, you do not need to be punished or killed for no reason, you do not need to endure."

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

“Very well,” Angron nodded. “Hold your heads high, and stand tall. Look me in the face with your unflinching eyes, as a free man looks at another free man, not as a slave looks at his master.”

As he spoke, Angron took off the chainsaw axe from his back and looked at the stunned guards behind him.

"Then, take revenge on your former oppressors."

Before the last word could reach anyone else's ears, a guard soldier was beheaded on the spot by Angron.

In the audience seats, some ordinary nobles who possessed sporadic ancient technological artifacts and the scattered guards were besieged by the surrounding free people. When they tried to fight their way out of the audience seats, they encountered gladiators whose martial arts level surpassed that of many high knights.

Oenomaus, wearing a glove that can modify atomic structure, changed the gate at the auditorium exit into a solid wall.

The free men began to hack and kill the oppressors around them.

Qin Xia came to the arena at this time.

He walked out slowly in the sudden snowstorm behind Angron.

Angron was stunned when he saw Qin Xia. He thought Qin Xia would drive in the war machine called God Titan and smash the entire arena to pieces.

But since Qin Xia didn't do so, Angron didn't ask anything.

The two stood together and watched the carnage that broke out in the audience.

Behind them, the few scattered guards were also killed by the gladiators.

Until everything is settled.

The City Eaters came into the audience.

The people gathered here, and because of what Angron had said earlier, they did not kneel before the comers.

"What's your name?"

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

The boy's appearance had become horrible due to the tortures his master inflicted on him for pleasure while he was a slave.

Judging from the skin, facial features and appearance alone, it is difficult to tell that this is a human.

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

The child held his head high and said, "When I was a slave I had no name, but now I have one, and that name is free man!"

"Okay, respected Mr. Freeman." Qin Xia's spiritual energy formed a layer of frost on the boy's body, and his ravaged face quickly recovered. "Call people like you and leave the arena. Then the rebels will take you to Mach City."

Qin Xia stood up and looked at the others: "It is impossible to rebuild Desia City in a short time. You survivors need a new place to live. Let's go to Mach City."

(End of this chapter)