857, Nukeria's Slave Angron (II)

[Ka-ka-ka——]

[You are carefully polishing a huge axe with fine cracks on the blade.

[The bulging muscles covered with sweat all over your body are moving back and forth with your ups and downs, constantly emitting a different kind of power and beauty, and even the triumphal rope around the strong spine is emitting scarlet reflections. ]

["Brother, please hold on——"]

[At this moment, a noisy shout full of grief and sorrow temporarily interrupted your polishing action. ]

[You took a deep breath. ]

[You slowly propped up your huge body about three meters high from the ground. ]

[You looked down at the huge axe below, then turned and walked outside. ]

[As soon as you stepped out of the dimly lit low room, you saw countless ragged but muscular men and women shouting around a man who had just lost a limb. 】

【"Everyone, get out of the way! Lord Angron is here!"】

【A boy who looked much younger noticed your presence and quickly shouted to the people around him. 】

【The people around him immediately stood up and bowed slightly in your direction, and gave you a place to check the wounded. 】

【You swayed your huge body and walked forward quickly.

【You just squatted down to check the other party's tragic injuries, and a trace of sadness appeared on your bronze face. 】

【"My brother, hold my hand. The only thing I can do is to make your journey easier."】

【You said to the man with a mutilated body in a serious tone. 】

【You gently held the other party's rough hand without blood. 】

【In an instant, all the pain and pain belonging to the other party quickly transferred to the inside of your huge body. 】

【And the man with a mutilated body in front of you immediately showed a smile and relief that everyone had never seen before. ]

[After just a few seconds, the other party closed his eyes peacefully. ]

["Yochuka, send this brother to where he should go!"]

[You stood up without looking back, and said in a low voice to the boy who had just spoken. ]

[With a trace of sadness between his eyebrows, the other party nimbly carried the mutilated body and walked towards a morgue deliberately hidden by countless gladiators. ]

[At this moment, the people gathered around bowed in your direction again. ]

[Then, they dispersed one by one with numb expressions, either choosing to vent their desires to each other, or holding the broken weapons in a daze.

[At this moment, an elder with bulging muscles and a more aged face came in front of you. ]

["Angron, we have lost another brother with strong fighting ability." The other party said to you expressionlessly. 】

【"Onomamos, how much food have we stored?" You asked calmly, looking down at the elder's gray hair. "How are the weapons that can be used?"】

【"Weapons are not a problem, even if it's just a batch of melee weapons... But food is a big problem. After deducting everyone's daily consumption, the amount of food that can be stored is very small. Those damn high-level riders seem to have calculated everything long ago."】

【The elder named Onomamos moved closer to you, and he lowered his voice and continued. 】

【"Even if we have followed your order and dried and stored the edible parts of the flesh and blood of all the brothers who died in the battle, unless our resistance plan can succeed at once, once we fall into a more passive battle of consumption, all of us will surely die!"】

【After hearing the other party's words, you fell into silence. 】

【After gently patting Onomamos on the shoulder, you walked directly to the room that belonged to you. ]

[It has been several years since you were captured by the Nuceria slave masters, who were called high-ranking riders. ]

[You were thrown into the gladiatorial pit by these inhumane guys when you were a baby, and you fought fiercely with all kinds of aliens or terrifying beasts day and night. ]

[You soon discovered that you were completely different from other gladiators. ]

[Your growth rate and size are almost several times that of others, and any serious injuries you suffer will recover quickly. ]

[You can even absorb and even soothe the emotions and hearts of others with a special talent. ]

[However, you also vaguely think that you seem to have forgotten something more important. ]

["Who am I? I am Angron..." ]

[While muttering to yourself, you leaned over and sharpened the huge axe that killed countless people. ]

[You are the most powerful gladiator in the Nuceria gladiatorial pit, and the only backbone that can unite countless gladiators. 】

【You will lead these brothers and sisters who have endured endless pain to launch an extremely cruel and bloody revenge on the slave owners of Nukeria! 】

【Boom——】

【At this moment, you waved the huge axe tightly held in your palm with an indifferent expression, constantly chopping the mechanical monster in front of you that was launching a terrifying attack. 】

【On the circular stairs around, countless Nukeria civilians and various high-level riders kept making deafening and fierce roars. 】

[You always think that these guys who look and have customs almost the same as you are not human species. Many times, the alien monsters fighting with you have more human brilliance. ]

[Boom! ]

[A laser beam that can melt flesh and blood narrowly passes by your bronze face. ]

[You did not have any intention of retreating. Instead, you rushed forward and chopped the huge axe in your palm heavily into the metal body of the mechanical monster! ]

[A lot of boiling oil and broken parts scattered on your huge body. This mechanical monster that has slaughtered more than a dozen gladiator brothers finally fell at your feet. ]

[You raised your strong arms as usual and presented the Nuceria gladiatorial etiquette to the more manic and excited people. ]

[Your eyes keenly noticed that the owner of this mechanical monster, a big slave owner named Thor, was staring at you with a bad expression. ]

[You couldn't help but show a cruel smile full of cold murderous intent to the superior opponent. ]

[Kacha! ]

[However, at this moment, the mechanical monster that had stopped moving suddenly struggled, and a metal object that looked like shackles or bracelets was firmly bound to one of your wrists by the mechanical limbs! ]

[With a ferocious expression, you forcibly broke free from the opponent's mechanical limbs, and you swung your clenched huge iron fist hard, repeatedly bombarding the completely motionless mechanical monster! ]