Forty. In the Name of Salvation (2)

Angron knew very little about the world—from what the Ents had provided him, he could only draw one conclusion.

Be careful yourself.

The tree man didn't hide anything, and told all the news it knew. This is a world where many powerful people exist, and He Shenyan is even somewhat involved in the dark.

And these entanglements became the key to saving him.

The Lord of Red Sand raised his legs and walked forward. He was not walking fast, but he was careful enough. Huge trees block out the sun, and even the view of the sky is completely obscured. The ground was extremely muddy, and without the help of the magnetic boots, he would have struggled.

There are many wild animals in the forest, one of which seems to be the overlord of the place. They were a kind of giant bear, much taller even than Angron.

Fortunately, these giant bears were not stupid. They could feel the cruel threat from Angron, and they spontaneously got out of the way without him driving them away, not even daring to get close to him.

After about half an hour, he finally walked out of this vast dark forest. What appeared in front of me was a vast plain with fertile land and lush weeds. However, it seemed a little weird.

The analysis function of the helmet had already been activated, but no trace of human existence was found. It stands to reason that such a fertile land would attract many herders—Angron could see the sheep grazing leisurely, but only half of them could be seen.

After a while, he raised his head, stared at the huge tree far away in the sky, raised his hand to feel the golden radiance from it, and then lifted his helmet.

——With some kind of anger, the Lord of Red Sand took a deep breath of the air of this other world.

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Storm Hills, that's an old name. Some people speculated that it was because of the ancient castle on the hill, Windshade City, and some scholars said that it was because of the never-ending howling wind on the hill.

what is the truth

Already disappeared in the wind like the owner of Windy Shade City. All that was left was the castle, the storm, and a ruin.

Today, the pre-level ruins below the hill welcomed a special visitor.

He's a bad guy, obviously.

Tall as a giant, with a ferocious helmet, pitch-black armor, and a blood-red cloak behind him.

Nobles don't wear it like this, they prefer ornate armor. Adventurers don't wear it like this, they like light leather armor, and knights don't wear it like this, they don't have the qualifications. I am afraid that only the demigods would like such armor, and I am afraid that only they can afford to wear such armor.

A person who is qualified to wear such a thick armor like a land fortress must not be an ordinary person. If you have to say it, the only thing that seems strange is that he is unarmed.

Therefore, the soldier captain of the ruins in front of the checkpoint, a low-level knight, quickly greeted him. He meant to say hello, but the giant didn't even look at him.

Strange syllables burst out from the mouth, cold, chilling, and terrifying. The captain of the soldier trembled uncontrollably, and put his hand on his waist, but before his hand was placed on the handle, he was already strangled by one hand.

In his eyes, the world seemed to be darkened. Everything quickly went away, leaving only the shadow in front of him. Terrifying, deep, huge—and with a chill that makes the soul seem to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sentence that he could not understand at all, but he could still comprehend its meaning from those few syllables.

He didn't need to know what this sentence meant, because he had already seen it through the scarlet eyepiece.

With a click, he died.

Throwing down the body that was still warm, Angron heard a loud horn. That brought a smirk to his lips—good, very good.

Raising his right hand, he pulled out a giant ax entwined with golden lightning from the void. The exaggerated size and ferocious shape made it look like a natural deterrent, not to mention the ax that had already begun to overflow from Angron's back. The blood is scattered. They wrapped around his armor and looked like a perfect fit.

Red and black, lightning and giant axe—the giant raised his hand and moved forward. The ground trembled, and the soldiers looked at the giant in front of them blankly and helplessly.

what is this?

Is this... an enemy?

Are we going to fight against such an enemy?

Their questions were destined to remain unanswered, for Angron had known his purpose from the start. He came here to kill, to pave a road for himself with the corpses of many strong men, and the end of this road is He's life.

Moreover, these soldiers are not human in his eyes, and it is hard to say that they are subspecies. They have the shape and appearance of a human being, but they are rotten inside, filled with the same rotten smell as that giant tree, which makes people feel disgusted and makes him feel disgusted.

He just stepped up to them bluntly, and swung the axe.

"Boom—!"

It's hard to say that this is the sound of thunder, more like the roar of some kind of giant beast. In the eyes of the soldiers, they couldn't even catch the trajectory of the blow. Amidst the thunder, they trembled, they collapsed - and then, they died.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, and the smell of scorched lake and smoke were everywhere. Angron walked past their corpses expressionlessly, suddenly realizing that his hard heart might be one of the reasons why the Emperor insisted on him coming.

If Sanguinius or Fulgrim were here, they would probably use more gentle methods. But he is different, in his heart, these alien races are different from He Shenyan. There was no comparison between them, not even enough for him to show a trace of politeness.

He already sensed that somewhere on the hill, there was an aura belonging to a strong man—just as he was thinking about this, Angron raised his head abruptly, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face under the helmet .

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, a calm, wise, yet unpardonable voice sounded slowly in the smoke and dust: "What atrocities...! Who are you?! How dare you attack gold The genus of the tree committed such a cruel crime?!"

In its eyes, Angron did not answer its question. Just proudly carrying the ax and standing where I am. There was nothing in those bloodshot eyes, only a peaceful emptiness—the next second, what it thought, Angron's face suddenly dissolved.

It showed a face that stunned it, and the firm and unshakable will made it startled slightly, and then it heard a cold voice.

"Come on."

It didn't understand the meaning, but it could see it from Angron's actions.

The battle has already begun.