The southern jungle of Nuceria was a forbidden zone of Nuceria.
Vegetation grew rampant here. Beastmen with goat heads were native to this area, but they weren't the most dangerous threat. Giant beetles could easily tear apart the armor of High Knights, and living thorn networks used toxins to lead every wounded creature into the chambers of carnivorous flowers.
Furthermore... this was a hotbed of Chaos.
Corruption was everywhere, and Chaos was everywhere.
On the outskirts of the southern jungle, the Gladiators had already begun to set up camp. The roar of distant artillery made everyone wonder who was fighting the Slave Master's army.
Only Angron knew that whenever System AI did something, his head would always warm up.
Although it wasn't a fever, Angron could feel the warmth of the nail.
It was very warm.
[Reign in your thoughts.]
System AI was currently operating the automated turrets to defend against the attacking Slave Master forces. In the short moment he was distracted, he sensed Angron indulging in wild thoughts.
Bio-electric signals were very complicated to decipher, and System AI had no intention of prying into anyone's mind.
But he felt that Angron was definitely not thinking about good things right now.
"Can you read minds?"
[No, I merely detected that you were thinking strange things based on your chaotic bio-electric signals.]
"How is the battle progressing?"
[It's not going well. Those Servitors are truly troublesome to manipulate!]
System AI had finally grasped part of the ability he had been exploring through Angron.
He could absorb Angron's emotions and convert them into electronic signals and data, which could be used to hack electronic devices. Furthermore, he could use these things to transform into bio-electric signals to attack the brain nerves of certain people... However, what made System AI slightly confused was that the function of every emotion he absorbed from Angron was different. Painful black emotions were primarily used for hacking electronic devices and defense, while angry red emotions were mainly used to invade the human body and destroy its nerves!
Soon, Angron could no longer hear the gunfire coming from Maldon. The Slave Master's Legion had already entered the eight cities of Maldon.
Angron turned his gaze toward the High Knights and the two or three Gladiators bound on the ground behind him. Eunomous and the others surrounded them, the flickering torchlight illuminating everyone's faces.
Eunomous gripped the great axe in his hand, his expression sorrowful. Angron walked over and took his hand. He could feel the pain in Eunomous's heart, and he absorbed that pain.
"Eunomous, this is betrayal."
"I know. They used to be good people."
Eunomous's tone was deeply melancholic. They had escaped the caves together and resisted the Slave Master together, but some had betrayed their faith. This was a heavy blow to Eunomous.
"My brothers and sisters!"
Angron looked around. Red pigment was smeared across the faces of the men and women. This tattooing was an ancient custom of Eunomous's tribe, and since Eunomous was the last of his tribe, Angron wanted to continue this tradition.
"Betrayal is shameful. They did not betray us; they betrayed their own yearning for freedom!"
"Hughes! Tell me! Why did you betray us!"
Angron questioned him loudly, his exposed chest trembling with rage as he looked at his former comrade!
"Angron..."
"You are not Angron! You have the nail driven into you! You should be a madman! Everyone with the nail becomes a madman! Angron! You will lead us to ruin! You..."
Eunomous couldn't listen anymore. He rushed forward and grabbed Hughes by the collar.
"Father."
A soft sound emerged. Angron moved his lips, his expression deeply sorrowful, because he felt the emotions of the surrounding crowd toward him: fear, suspicion, and also reverence.
"Why can't I be the special one, Hughes!"
Angron waved his hand, and Eunomous threw him onto the ground.
"Traitors deserve only death!"
[I feel like I'm no different from those Slave Masters now.] Angron thought in his mind.
[Oh, you sensitive big boy. The world is led by a minority guiding the majority. Leaders are often lonely. The aerial strike is coming in one minute, so if you want to cry, I suggest you hurry up.]
"And you said you couldn't read minds." Angron snorted lightly and brought his hand down.
There were no screams. These fighters simply collapsed onto the ground, their heads hitting the dirt with only relief.
Just at that moment, a massive beam of light descended from the sky, striking directly into the Maldon Hive City.
"Attack!" Angron roared!
... The satellite System AI had hacked, a product of the Age of Strife, still held enough energy for one Weapon shot after thousands of years of operation. This became the only means they could use to destroy the Slave Master's army.
Otherwise, did you really think System AI would let Angron lead fifty thousand people to fight a force of hundreds of thousands?
These people were the foundation for their future rebuilding of Nuceria.
The battle was neither glorious nor skillful.
Angron watched as the Gladiators used ropes to pull open the great gate of Maldon.
A rush of corpses spilled out, emitting a faint smell of burnt meat. The Slave Master soldiers were universally charred. Even the High Knights had their flesh fused with molten metal due to the high temperatures, and the gold and jewels some had looted from the Hive City were forever embedded within them.
"Ugh!" A few Gladiators were thoroughly disgusted by the sight, but most remained mentally resolute and began clearing the bodies.
"Da da da." Accompanied by bursts of footsteps.
Angron saw a figure walk out of the Hive City. The person's face was bloody, his expression extremely distorted, and half of his face was a scorched, bloody mess from the heat!
Under the watchful eyes of the War Hounds, he approached the corpses of the Slave Master army.
Wielding the power sword in his hand, he began frantically hacking at the bodies of those who had been dead for some time.
"Ah!!!!!!" He let out a bestial roar.
"It seems this fellow was badly tormented by those bastards." Eunomous looked at Angron.
Angron took the blanket Eunomous handed him and walked up to the young High Knight.
"Do you want revenge?"
"Yes!"
The young man's tone was exceptionally firm.
"Your name."
"Oedipus!"
Angron placed his hand on Oedipus, absorbing the pain from his body.
"Then cheer up… our war has just begun!"
Angron stared into Oedipus's eyes, his voice steady and gentle.
Oedipus shed tears and knelt before Angron.
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