[On your distorted bronze face, a pair of blood-red eyes have been opened to the limit, and the two rows of teeth that are clenched hard are constantly leaking out streaks of scarlet blood.]
[A huge iron fist that you clenched into a fist hit the ground heavily with blood scattered on it. Repeated bombardments have made the landing position clearly show a large spider web-like trace of fragmentation! 】
[Your short-term memory belonging to Angron is being cross-fused with your own long-term memory.]
[You are relying on your tenacity to resist the horrific impact of the Butcher's Nail on you.]
[Soon after, the Butcher’s Nails seemed to stop buzzing.]
[You seem to have gradually suppressed the endless pain of the Butcher's Nail that seems to penetrate deep into your soul.]
[You slowly spit out a mouthful of dark blood from your mouth.]
[You understand very deeply that this is only a temporary relief, and there is no way to get rid of the butcher's nails that have penetrated deep into your skull and even into your brain.]
【Not even the Emperor can do anything about it!】
["I know you are checking my situation, I am still alive...the agreement between you and me is still valid!"]
[You whispered nervously into the air in front of you.]
["What do you want?" The nameless hateful intelligence or Stark's mechanical voice slowly sounds in your ears. 】
["The complete map of the entire capital city of Deshia and even Nuceria, the weapons arsenal that can be robbed, various vehicles, etc. The help you can bring to me!" You shook your whole head subconsciously,
The butcher’s nails make a clattering sound on your smooth scalp!】
["I want the entire Nuceria to burn completely! I want to kill all the mortals in Nuceria..."]
["Yes, but I need more time...and until the true body is recovered, the help I can give you is really limited." Hatred Intelligence replied without any hesitation.]
[You couldn't help but reveal a terrifying and vicious smile full of bloodthirsty.]
[You have not been corrupted by Chaos at all, and the Blood God who is paying attention to you has not given you any blessings. 】
[You now look more like the extreme pain caused by the Butcher's Nails, which has completely inspired the dark side of Rorschach.]
【Your huge body slowly stands up from the ground.】
[You casually picked up the huge ax with a cold edge covered with fine notches.]
[You forcefully smashed the broken iron door in front of you and stepped into the underground hall belonging to other gladiator brothers. 】
["My brothers and sisters, in the name of Angron, Lord of the Red Sand, I announce to you that the day you have been waiting for has finally arrived!"]
[You used your blood-red eyes to glance at the worried Onomamos, Yochuka with an excited expression, and Kleist and others with a look of relief on their brows.]
["We must work together to fight out of the gladiatorial pit! Fight out of Deshia, fight out of Nuceria! We must make those high-level riders who try to enslave us and treat us completely as pigs and dogs pay with their blood!"]
[Your angry roar, almost like a filial piety, exploded in the ears of every gladiator one after another.]
[You saw with your own eyes that each of the gladiators subconsciously clenched the broken weapons in their palms, and even their breathing rhythm became heavier and heavier. 】
[At this moment, you seem to vaguely sense that countless gladiator souls who have fallen on the red sand are casting their hot gazes on your huge body. Invisibly, they are also gradually joining the large number of gladiators standing in front of you.
Overlapping together!]
["Kill! Kill! Kill——"]
[You quickly raised the huge ax tightly held in your palm and let out a deafening roar of anger.]
[The next moment, a large number of gladiators who had been waiting for a long time rehearsed according to the previous plan and started their own tasks. 】
[Crest, who is suspended in mid-air with an anti-gravity spear, is responsible for leading the younger and stronger gladiators to become the attacking team. ]
[Onomamos, who quickly entered the state of mind, opened up the decayed walls and floors, and found the precious weapons accumulated by generations of gladiators at the cost of their lives. 】
[Yochuka, who was slightly slower, also led a large number of young children and physically disabled men and women to pack away the dried meat passively contributed by countless gladiators and the barely accumulated rations. 】
[You stood there and stared at everyone for a moment.]
[The Butcher’s Nails above your head seem to be buzzing.]
[You quickly shook your huge body, and started charging from slow to fast towards the entrance of the underground residence!]
["Two hundred meters away in a straight line, at nine o'clock, twelve o'clock and three o'clock, the bodyguards of nine high-level riders are rushing towards your position."]
[The mechanical sounds from the hateful intelligence sound in your ears one after another like a perspective plug-in.]
[You took a deep breath, and instead of showing any intention of retreating from your huge body, you immediately accelerated the pace of your charge. 】
[Boom——]
[You smashed through a thick, decayed wall like a human tank, and appeared directly in front of the three high-level horsemen's personal guards!]
[The next second, the three guards who had no time to react were cut in half by the huge ax in your palm, and their broken bodies fell heavily to the ground! 】
[However, at this time, with your blood-red eyes, you did not turn around and launch a ferocious attack on the guards in other positions. 】
[You leaned over slightly, raised your hand and grabbed the silver mechanical tentacles like vines on a bodyguard who was not dead yet.]
["Remove their control authority for me!" You growled at the hateful intelligence in a stiff tone. 】
["Angron, the silver vine tentacles of these personal guards need genetic verification codes before they can be completely implanted in the body. Otherwise, there is a high probability that they will die suddenly on the spot. Even if the implants are successful, ordinary mortals will not be able to use them in a short time. If you
If you want to obtain weapons and equipment for your brothers and sisters, my suggestion is to attack the weapons depot inside the city..."]
[The Hate Intelligence, which has no emotional fluctuations, quickly explains to you.]
["Who said I want to be used by others? I plan to do it myself!" A twisted and sinister smile slowly appeared on your face. 】
【The words just finished.】
[You actually forcibly pulled out a large cluster of slender silver vine tentacles from the broken body of the Guards! 】
[Without any hesitation, you inserted it into your naked back with your backhand!]
["Don't the high-level riders of Nuceria want a monster? Then I will create a monster for them now!"]
[You couldn’t help but mutter to yourself as the Butcher’s Nail started to buzz again.]
[The silver vine tentacles reactivated by the hate intelligence quickly extended into the surrounding air!]