Maldon!
As a Hive City in southern Nuceria, its scale was not particularly large. Compared to those Hive Cities that soared into the clouds, this one didn't even reach halfway up the mountain. Unlike the distant Hive Cities surrounded by red sand, this area was lush green. This city was adjacent to the southern jungle, and its specialties were grain and goat-headed beastmen.
Slaves toiled in the fields, watching the distant convoy approaching. The High Knights on those vehicles were standing by, seemingly heading off to battle in the distance.
The rebellion led by Gladiator Champion Angron and the cave slaves had already spread throughout Nuceria, but those matters were irrelevant to those in the fields. After all, slaves were also divided into different ranks, and if they couldn't finish planting today… While the slaves were thinking this, they heard a huge roar from the main gate of the Hive City!
It seems they wouldn't have to plant today.
The slaves in the fields thought.
"For Angron!!!!!"
When the roar echoed from afar, the slaves in the fields turned pale for a long time.
They had to quickly get back to planting, because they heard Angron was a reincarnated starving ghost.
Below the city walls of Maldon.
When the War Hounds, disguised as the Hive City army, arrived beneath the Gothic walls with their complex carvings, they revealed their bloodthirsty madness.
With correct communication, correct password, the Gladiators held their breath and disembarked from the vehicles.
The High Knights who came to greet them immediately noticed something was wrong; the equipment on these people was slightly different.
In short, it didn't fit!
The officer, realizing the situation, raised his sidearm. Before he could utter the words "enemy attack," Angron's massive figure had already enveloped the officer directly in front of him. Half of this house dog's body was split open. The air around the entire city wall seemed to have been sucked out. Those house dogs who hadn't reacted yet had just placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.
"For Angron!"
Those reverent roars rose like a tide. The Gladiators' adrenaline surged uncontrollably into their hearts. Their blood was excited by the impending war. This was a wave of liberation!
This was resistance against the oppressors!
"En!"
Angron trembled all over. He swallowed.
He felt as if he had returned to the Deshia Arena, only this place was larger, with more complex and confined facilities, and more enemies. A voice within him seemed to be telling him that blood was what he needed, and liberating slaves was his future path.
Now he fought alongside his brothers and sisters, resisting these damned Slave Masters!
"Ugh!"
Angron roared, his jaw trembling from his shouts. Around him were furious curses and high-pitched, punctuated shouts from the Gladiators. They wanted to end this quickly!
Eleven hours, this was the data given by the Butcher's Nails. If they couldn't capture this city within thirty-one hours!
Then the other Hive Cities would know the news here!
[I will blockade the news here, but there seems to be something on that high tower that is covering me. I can't see clearly; you need to be careful!]
System AI absorbed the painful emotions Angron drew from other Gladiators. These emotions were transformed into data spikes that he relentlessly slammed against the automatic turrets on the city wall. The gate's data had already been breached by him, but the moment he tried to probe the high Hive, he was blocked by an invisible force. After several attempts.
[Unknown firewall! Unknown firewall! Unknown firewall!]
This made System AI realize something was wrong!
"Eunomous, give me some good fighters!"
Angron said, then tried to remove his adamantium armor. System AI noticed this and immediately shocked Angron twice.
"Hey! Don't be a pervert! Don't just take off the equipment I made for you! Or you can just run naked!"
System AI said, annoyed. He had worked hard to create it, using Angron's body. Of course, building by hand and building with an automated machine are two different things. Well, System AI wasn't quite in control of it.
But for System AI to have created all this miscellaneous stuff was already impressive!
You can't expect him to be a truly omnipotent AI!
"The nail! It's a bit small!"
Angron said, sounding wronged. Hearing such a tone from a large man made System AI feel like a wicked Slave Master!
"At least don't take off the defensive field!"
After hearing the nail compromise, Angron tore off the adamantium from his upper body, exposing his right chest, which made him feel much more comfortable breathing.
He left the field on his left shoulder.
Then, accompanied by Angron's deafening roar, Angron charged into the horde of house dogs. The half-grown house dogs were torn to shreds the moment Angron rushed through them. The adamantium axe was named the scream by Angron.
Its serrated edge was covered in metal, blood, and scattered flesh.
It wasn't the best weapon, but for Angron currently, it was the greatest!
Blood and viscera flowed freely on the sandy ground. The house dogs wailed from their broken limbs, lying helplessly on the ground, incapacitated and maimed, awaiting the arrival of that red figure—the red grim reaper! It was their doomsday!
Soon, the High Knights realized their flesh and blood bodies could not withstand Angron's brute force. They began calling for support. When the first aerial vehicle appeared...
System AI had been waiting for a long time. The preheated automatic cannon hadn't even fired yet.
"Liberate!!!!!"
Angron violently threw the scream into the air. The adamantium axe traced a graceful arc in the sky, and its brutal impact directly smashed the helicopter-like vehicle.
The pilot was crushed into a bloody mess, and the vehicle fell to the distance, emitting black smoke!
An explosion followed!
"Angron!!!!!"
"Angron!!!!!"
The Gladiators' shouts made Angron excitedly raise his hands. Yes, this was it, he was back in the Deshia Arena!
"Are you sure you're not crazy!"
System AI asked.
"The nail! This is a victory!"
"Good! Then you can climb that tower with your bare hands!"
Only then did Angron realize he had thrown his weapon away!
So, with a bitter face, he scurried off to where the vehicle had crashed to retrieve his weapon.
During this time, System AI watched as Angron was targeted like a dummy by countless rounds of ammunition!
"Brute!"
System AI thought, while simultaneously controlling the automatic turrets to blast those guys to smithereens.