Echoing in the skies above Maldon was, "For Angron!"
... When the first batch of desians left the Hive City.
They carried the bags, food, and water the War Hounds had given them for the journey, yet before they even left the Hive City, these individuals still hadn't shed the dignity they held as Slave Masters.
As tens of thousands of desians departed through Maldon's gates, Angron stood on the city wall, watching the long procession.
"Prepare for battle, my brothers!" Angron said to those around him.
The automated turrets began to creak and turn, aiming their barrels toward the distance, where hot sand was swirling up.
That was the massive army dispatched by Nuceria; they could no longer tolerate the mischief of these wild dogs!
"nail, how many people?"
[Hundreds of thousands, angron unit two.]
Hundreds of thousands... Angron looked at the city behind him. They hadn't occupied this city for a full week, yet the enemy had already reacted. For these seven days, Angron hadn't closed his eyes once; at least when he rested, System AI would briefly come online.
Only System AI was capable of handling these complex administrative tasks.
Angron didn't know whether he should feel fortunate or not.
"How many people do we have?" Angron asked again.
[Counting the old, weak, sick, and disabled, fifty thousand.]
"Can we win?" Angron asked, smiling.
[We cannot win, and don't think about taking me with you when you die!] System AI snorted coldly.
[We will win, Angron. We will win.]
Angron smiled when he heard System AI say this, knowing it was the Butcher's Nails trying to comfort him.
The red sand began to tremble. Countless Gladiators raised their heads, wearing helmets that had just been forged yesterday, their Weapons warm in their hands. The automated turrets on the city wall slowly aimed into the distance. They stood here for freedom.
The desians who remained watched these wild dogs with cold eyes.
It wasn't that they didn't want to leave, but rather that they wanted to see how these wild dogs would die!
"Bang!" "Boom!" A huge roar erupted, and countless people turned their gaze toward it.
In the distance, the desians who had chosen to leave were blasted into the sky by shells. Countless desians wailed and begged for mercy, trying to tell the army that they were escapees!
But the merciless shells swept across the red sand. Flying flesh and the smell of burnt meat quickly wafted back. Angron watched everything unfolding before him with sorrowful eyes.
"Lord Angron!" "The desians have rebelled!"
Vadius rushed to Angron's side, speaking breathlessly. The moment he finished speaking, a violent explosion erupted in the Upper Hive.
"I'll go kill them!" Big Idiot walked over and said.
"Alright, it's time for us to retreat." Angron waved his hand.
"Retreat? But..." "Shouldn't we..."
Vadius looked at Angron in surprise. He didn't understand why Angron would back down.
They only needed to finish this battle.
"The sky will help us!" Angron pointed to the sky, then immediately left the city wall. Although he didn't know what that meant, System AI had told him so!
As for why they were only leaving now.
[Within a noble organization, there will always be dark vermin. Angron, how could you assume our ranks would be completely spotless?]
Although Angron wanted to question him, the moment System AI dumped data into his mind, he knew... some things were simply beyond his control.
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