Maldon was liberated.
But for the local common people, those noble desians, this was an out-and-out disaster and doomsday.
Although the War Hounds did not harass these self-righteous fellows, gunpowder smoke spread throughout the city.
"They still see us as slaves!"
Angron clutched the railing on top of the Hive City tower. He looked at the green fields in the distance, and his words drew a clicking echo from System AI.
Angron stroked the metal veins on his head, the cool sensation making him a little unaccustomed.
"Their ideas and thoughts are already fixed. In the short term, we cannot make them understand the importance of our cause."
"I think you should try a new approach."
"What way?"
Angron asked, looking up.
"You want to let the people of the Hive City go?"
Eunomous looked at Angron in disbelief. He knew this shouldn't be Angron's intention.
"It's the nail's idea."
Angron's voice was very calm. There were too many things to deal with now: the construction of factories, the War Hounds' next arrangements. They were no longer scattered guerrillas but rebels, a regular army.
"Let the nail speak to me!"
Eunomous's aged face showed confusion. He didn't understand why the nail would want to release the people of the Hive City, after all, population was also a resource.
"Maldon has fallen. Do you think these people still have value to those Slave Masters?"
Angron repeated the nail's original words.
Worthless. If Iriis hadn't died and the city lord was still there, this city would still be Nuceria's city. But now this city has been defiled by the War Hounds, their dog paws have reached here. For those Slave Masters... this will be a good opportunity to divide profits.
System AI monitored through communication.
Maldon was destroyed by the Gladiators. They burned, killed, plundered, and committed all kinds of evil, and no one survived.
The sand of Nuceria struck Angron's face. The air was very quiet.
Except for the rustling wind.
Angron bent down. He looked at the War Hounds' high-ranking members around him: Wadius, Hillman, Big Idiot, Circe—and his father, Eunomous.
"Just a few months ago, we were slaves living in caves."
"No one would have thought that a few months later, we would stand upon the Hive City that once enslaved us."
"Many people still don't know what they are fighting for. Hatred? Anger?"
"No, it's liberation."
"My friends! It is Nuceria where there will be no more slaves! Where everyone can eat! It is equality! It is freedom!"
"I know many people will not agree with this decision."
"But... my brothers and sisters, we are not here to become like them! To become new Slave Masters! The desians will understand what we are doing!"
"For freedom! For Nuceria!"
Angron raised his the scream in his hand and roared loudly.
The people around looked at Angron. Some were newly joined tribal members, while others were High Knights who had been forced to join. The old Gladiators who had followed Angron from the slaughterhouse roared and shouted Angron's name.