Nukeria's continuous majestic mountains are like an agate pearl engraved on the planet. Like pure white jade hanging on red skin, the scorching red sand from the plains provides a backdrop for the snow-capped peaks, and every Nukerian can find that dazzling white in the dark skyline at any time and place.

If the planet is shrouded in a scarlet curtain by the endless red sandstorms, then it is not the dim star that shines brightest in the eyes of the inhabitants... Rather, they reflect the dazzling light of the stars and easily shine through the thick clouds to the earth.

The solid, thick and dazzling permafrost ice is easily visible in most habitable areas of human habitation, and the majestic peaks that resemble the magic of nature are even more conspicuous than the castles inhabited by the high-ranking knights.

However, due to the high altitude, compared with the prosperous and powerful aristocratic kingdom on the Red Sand Plain, this inaccessible mountain village is extremely backward, and the vast majority of the villagers still live a backward and primitive life.

But in the midst of this endless mountain peak, it is already a rare miracle that there are some fireworks that are far away from the world.

Perhaps, this is the resilience of the human race.

Today, however, the tranquility of the remote snow-capped mountains is about to be shattered.

The roar of the engines echoed throughout the valley from far and near, as if it were a broadcast, and if you looked down from the top of the mountain, you could vaguely see a huge convoy driving on the rough mountain road, and some long-perched birds were also disturbed and flew away, as if the roar of this engine symbolized some terrible natural disaster.

Among them, the flag flying at the head of the convoy is quite conspicuous - a large flag constructed from the red sand and the Colosseum, symbolizing the origin of these convoys is the cruel slave owners of the city of Deshiia, who forced the slaves under their control to kill each other in the gladiatorial arena for fun, so that their slave catchers had to perform slave hunts all over the world to meet the needs of the noble lords who watched the bloody slaughter day and night.

Even the inaccessible mountainous regions are still the slave hunting grounds of the crazed slave owners, who unbridled on any human power on the planet, tearing apart countless families and loved ones for their own interests.

This is the Nukerians.

"Alas... It's a land full of uncivilized people. ”

Laurence Talco lounged lazily on the high-grade leather in the comfort of the carriage. Unknown cutting-edge technology has left the bumps in the journey peaceful and steady, but the boredom of waiting still bored the Nukerian native.

He misses the deathplay and the blood sprayed in the city-state.

But before becoming a Nukerian, he was first the captain of a slave catcher, and his importance in a slave-based country was unusually important, as his duty was to provide a sufficient number of slaves for the land of the Red Sands. Obviously, it was important for the kingdom to provide enough servants for the nobles and to add more blood to the arena.

"I'm sorry, but I'll be there in a moment, Mr. Lawrence."

The silver-veiled boy grovelled in apologies for his master, and the silver vines that surrounded him saluted with him as if they were living creatures.

"Preferably."

Lawrence snorted coldly at his guards, as if showing his impatience.

"Of course, you only need to harvest one more village to meet your needs, and you can return to Deshiia. Our harvest this quarter is enough to exchange two thousand Nukeriyah's standard units of blood and skull in the city-state, and..."

The pro-guard boy's conversation was as endless as that of a precision machine, and the silver veil that hid his delicate face shimmered with all kinds of data. Despite their extremely ancient system, the technology inherited from the distant Dark Ages is extremely advanced and is well preserved in every respect.

And the Guards, they are the iron fists of the army of high-ranking horsemen, the tools they use to trample Nukeria under their feet.

The silver vine beside him was everything the Guards: their vehicles, their armor, their weapons. The silver veil with all kinds of data flows is an important device for manipulating the docile silver vine beside the boy. If the need arises, the silver vine will instantly transform into a terrifying blade capable of easily dismembering others.

At the same time, the red-haired girl standing on the cliff face stared indifferently at the roaring convoy below the mountain, her delicate body was hidden by a blood-stained animal skin dress, her wheat-colored skin and vaguely revealing tendon lines symbolized her strong physique, and in her hands stood a strange giant axe fabricated by a combination of pure gold, staring like a natural king at the invaders who entered her realm.

While the convoy was still methodically moving towards the nearest village, something happened without warning.

The heavy axe as heavy as a thousand pounds screamed and pulled the fiery turbulence like a meteor falling to the ground, and the ancient and precious energy shield could not even wipe out half of the kinetic energy of the heavy giant axe, and with a dull loud sound, the luxurious and quaint noble car was forcibly split in two.

In an instant, there was chaos in the orderly convoy. They either staggered together or were simply too frightened to move by the giant axe meteor that fell from the sky, while the local villagers who had been in ambush in the jungle rushed into the convoy where the shield generator had been completely damaged, and took revenge on the Nukerians who had been so arrogant as they had commanded them to take their families.

This is the revenge that their village has been waiting for centuries.

"What's going on...!? Hey, hey...! What happened——! ”

Lawrence only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the young man who was still talking to him was split in half by the strange giant axe that fell from the sky, and the viscous and hot blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground, the car equipped with the high-level energy shield device had been shattered, and the tough and powerful silver vines of the guard were all cut off, and he turned his gaze in panic to the position where his guard had been—

It was a great axe of adamantite gold that sank deep into the ground but still exuded a terrible temperature, full of twisted and hideous blades, and shaped like a child's mischief.

How to describe it, it seems to be a strange weapon formed by the rough and powerful hands of a giant pinching and tearing together a piece of pure gold steel, containing an indescribable violence and horror temperament.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible. Perhaps it was a natural disaster that had struck him, and Lawrence Talco, a high-ranking rider who had been in the arena with a thirst for blood and red sand, could not comprehend what was happening in front of him, an inexplicable tremor in his soul that made him no longer have the courage to curl up or stand.

"Hey...! Where is your loyalty, Guards!? Don't come and protect me yet!! ”

[Enemy Attack! Enemy Attack...! uh...】

[Go and protect the Lord...]

[Help, help... Anyone can come... Come and save me!! 】

The angry aristocrat roared hysterically into the walkie-talkie, uneasiness sending chills down his spine. When he tried to call out to his other guards, he was only met by the miserable wails of his usually hundreds of guards on call in the paging channel, and the terrifying sound of flesh and blood splitting was almost incessant, as if symbolizing the ridiculousness of the once proud and mighty guards like a group of slaughtered chicks.

The old nobleman could not comprehend what was happening. Why, in a land far from the red sand ... Will they be raided suddenly?

The mournful wail turned into an endless dead silence a moment later.

【……】

Lawrence's back was long gone, and his sanity was gradually crushed.

This nobleman, thirsty for blood, is still terrified of death in the end.

"Intruder."

After an unknown amount of time, the shuddering nobleman's thoughts were interrupted by a cold female voice, and the old Gothic language seemed to his ears rather obscure and concise, and the meaning of hostility and malice could not be clearer. It was like instinctive fear of being targeted by a beast, and he trembled. When Lawrence tried to look in the direction of the track, an indescribable shiver arose from his heart.

As bright as blood, more majestic than red sand. The tall maiden king wore a cloak of blood and fire, and the blood of the red sand gradually slipped from her graceful figure, and from that moment - the ancient nobles knew the fate of their powerful guards who could conquer the city.

As if she had not taken the old nobleman of the red sand into her eyes, the maiden lifted the handle of the axe that had been burned to crimson as if it had sworn sovereignty, as if the terrible weight had been a weight to her, and the hot pure gold had not caused a burn in the rough and delicate palm, or that the queen did not care about the meager temperature.

Lawrence didn't dare to stare into her golden eyes. The temperature of the tens of thousands of suns contained in it almost blinded the nobleman, and he finally understood why the female warrior did not care about the hot adamantite handle, because such an imposing person must have more noble and burning blood than him.

The dazedness and pride engraved in his veins gave Lawrence the courage to open his mouth, but his trembling vocal cords and voice did not dare to make a sound, and the petite figure in front of him, which was gradually overlapping with the majestic peaks in the clouds, gradually made him feel great fear.

“… Grunt. ”

He could only swallow the sting of the cold wind.

He, a nobleman above 10,000 people, a member of the Lawrence family, one of the rulers of the red sands, was gone, along with the courage to speak out.

His instincts kept telling him that as long as he wanted to live, he should not try to communicate with this mountain-like being, and not to talk to this monster who had killed hundreds of elite warriors with his bare hands.

His sanity kept telling him that the girl in front of him had slain his guards like mustard, and that the energy shield on his car, which had not been pierced by any cannon fire, had been easily crushed by the great axe.

Don't try to resist.

Don't try to resist.

She is nobler than any will on the land of red sand.

"From now on, the Nukerians are not allowed to step in. This is the rule of the mountains. ”

The red-haired maiden, as cold as an eternal frozen peak, stood in front of Lawrence, her slightly delicate figure exuding a majestic momentum that could rival the heavens, and in the eyes of this simple and noble nobleman, she gradually became one with the sacred peak revered by the Nukerians, even though no one believed in this dark age, even if they never longed for glory and protection, but blood and slaughter.

"If you dare to set foot again, then spill the blood of the red sand—remember my name, Angelon Elaine."

The girl's indifferent words were like a steel knife in the dead of winter, and the sharpness contained in them pierced into Lawrence's trembling heart, and when every ancient and noble word was gently poured out from that delicate soft lips, it was as if some most primitive dogma of reverence was engraved on him.

Lawrence had never known what it was like for the slaves of the Red Sands to face the aristocracy—and now he understood the irresistible and terrifying horror.

He even felt that he could no longer forget the name of the girl.

In their language, the maiden's name means 'son of the mountain' and 'maiden of the lake', like the winter saintess cast by the hands of the holy peak.

This association even led to countless flames of faith surging from the heart of this son of red sand.

His vision blurred, his consciousness was no longer clear, and when he opened his eyes again... He didn't even know how he managed to escape the valley.

The last impression he remembered was that the cold and noble maiden king stood condescendingly with the defeated dogs of the Lawrence family, whose blood slaves had been rescued by a group of primitive and savage mountain people, and their goods had been divided among the barbarians of different clans.

The Nukerians, who had once had a blood debt in this land, were liquidated, and the rest of the Nukerians were driven out of the foothills with nothing.

Since then, the name of Angelon Elaine has been sung in the Red Sands.

It was the son of the mountains, the daughter of the lake, and the saint of winter from heaven. Locally, it is known as the Lord of the Sacred Peak by many villages.

According to rumors, she is a ruthless huntress, a ruthless beast hunter, and a saintess who protects the sons of the mountains.

In the near future, there will be another great name that will resound on the planet - the Holy Maiden who conquered Nukeria.

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