864, Nukeria's Slave Angron (IX)

[Your huge body is squatting on the top of a broken wall, and you casually chop the huge axe with half of its blade broken into the deep rock.

[Wherever your blood-red eyes can see, there are blazing flames rising from buildings. ]

[Gladiators with silver vine tentacles implanted in their bodies and weapons basically replaced with high-level riders' ancient technology are driving a large number of unarmed Nuceria people to the red sand land outside the city like herds of livestock, letting them continue to endure the torture of the scorching sun. ]

[You did not burn these people in front of you and the medium-sized city you broke into ashes. ]

[You just chose to enjoy the moment of peace brought by revenge and killing while waiting for some distant visitors. ]

[As time went on, batches of Nuceria people died in the scorching sun. 】

【Buzz buzz buzz——】

【At this moment, two white-painted Thunderhawk transport planes slowly appeared on the horizon with wisps of steam rising. 】

【You took a deep breath and tried to suppress the buzzing Butcher's Nail above your head. 】

【You waved your huge palm towards the brothers and sisters below, who were only more than 200 people left, indicating that they should carry a large amount of living supplies and temporarily stay away from this place of trouble. 】

【Soon after, two Thunderhawk transport planes with roaring engines quickly landed in front of the scalding bodies of a large number of Nuceria people.

【Then, a tall body of a Royal Guard wearing adamantium power armor led an Astartes combat team out of the cabin. 】

【They seemed to turn a blind eye to the bodies of Nuceria people scattered around, and even completely ignored the cries for help from some survivors, but walked straight towards you who were squatting on the broken city wall. ]

[Boom——]

[You subconsciously grinned a cold and bloodthirsty smile from the corner of your mouth. ]

[You slowly propped up your huge body with a pale golden vibranium luster, and the whole person fell heavily on the red sand ground like a falling meteorite. ]

["On behalf of all the gene descendants of the War Dog Legion, we pay homage to the great gene father!\