At the top of the sacred peak of Nukeriya, a holy woman was born.

News like this spread throughout Nucaria after the return of Lawrence Talco.

The mighty Saintess, known as Angelon, sheltered all the inhabitants of the Sacred Peak and wiped out the Blood Slaves of the city of Deshiia, though the nobleman named Lawrence Talco was able to return to the city-state alive.

Although most of the supplies and blood slaves were plundered and all the guards were killed, it was not a big loss for this nobleman with a rich family.

But judging from his dejected appearance as a lost dog, and his dedication to the 'Sacred Peak Cult', which was only popular among the low-level civilians, the vast majority of people believed that he must have suffered an unprecedented setback on the Sacred Peak.

Otherwise, this high-ranking knight, who was known for his cruelty and madness, would never have changed his personality suddenly.

After all... The term Holy Peak Sect has not been on the field of vision of the noble lords for a long time.

The ancient religion that was widespread in Nukeriyah evolved from the belief in the eternal sacred mountain. Although in the later Dark Ages, almost silently squeezed by the barbarism and violence of the Red Sand Plains, only in the spoken language of the common people in the streets, and it seemed almost useless, and only the most helpless and helpless low-level civilians would surrender their desperate faith to the holy mountain that stood forever.

In the aristocratic city of Nukeria, there was little refuge in such an ancient religion, and the belief that the rulers preferred more than the ancient dogmas was the bloody and wild red sands, and they were so enthusiastic about the desperate battles of the warriors, and the noble knights were so obsessed with it that no one believed in the boring tales of mythology.

Today, the myth has been brought to life. The Holy Maiden descended from the sky and declared her protection, and wiped out any strength and minions that dared to intrude on the Holy Mountain.

This angered the blood-loving nobles of Nukeria, who had spent countless sums of money to get the mercenaries to bring them a slave named the Holy Maiden.

However, the warriors who licked the blood from the knife never returned from the icy blizzard.

As the Holy Maiden had warned, the majestic mountain devoured the invaders and threw away the blood of the red sand.

The savages they once despised were like horrible ghosts in the jungle, and no matter how sophisticated the array of propulsion arrays they had, they would find a gap until the scarlet, delicate figure spread destruction and death.

When the expedition of several high-ranking knights also completely disappeared into the cold wind, Nukerians finally calmed down - they finally realized one thing, in that rarely anointed frozen land, a powerful saintess was born who could unite those savage village clans.

And the high-ranking knights who were various merchants and nobles were not a tight and stable union, and it was not in their interest to waste unwarranted resource consumption on the barren frozen soil.

However, the merchants and nobles were always so short-sighted, relenting in their temporary comfort and peace, forgetting the consequences of their previous unbridled plundering of the barren land, which had long been hidden despite the bloody tactics of gladiatorial warfare that had oppressed the vast majority of the rebels.

The noble saint on the top of the mountains, in just a few months, she has conquered most of the villages on the mountains with either great strength or gentle means, and it is even rumored that the saint used her incomparably exquisite medical skills and various knowledge to gradually transform the backwardness of the mountains, and advanced ideas and technologies spread all over the villages under her control.

Later, in the face of the protogen's strength and charisma, the wrath of these centuries-oppressed mountain villages against Nukeria was completely awakened, and they flocked to the heavens to praise this heavenly saint as the leader of their ancient religion, and at the same time the recognized leader of these tribes.

After establishing an alliance called the Holy Mountain, the Maiden Genogen deservedly conquered a large area of land that once belonged to the Nukerian people, and even the most pedantic and barbaric villages in the past could see the extraordinary possession of this saint who walked in the world.

Nowadays, all the people who live on the Holy Mountain have truly become a part of the Holy Mountain. Their heirs enjoyed the riches and tranquility that they had not had before, and their warriors continued to encroach on their territory in the red sands, and their lives were no longer poor and miserable, and the land, which had not produced anointed land for thousands of years, was extremely rich in only a few years under the guidance of the Holy Maiden.

What's more, this holy woman has the gift of being able to link the hearts of warriors together, which makes them invincible in the process of conquering enemy forces, whether it is a surprise attack or a frontal battle, these sons of the mountains are not weaker than those bloodthirsty sons of red sand.

In the end, through the betrayal of the entire Nukerian aristocracy by the fanatical Lawrence Talco...

The first factory in the mountains was built.

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At the top of the majestic snow-capped peaks of the sacred mountain, the luxurious and frost-frozen castle is now the top of the sacred peak.

It symbolizes the power of this ancient mountain range, and symbolizes the nobility of being able to overlook the people of the red sand at any time.

In the center of the castle, frozen by endless wind and snow, the most conspicuous of the castle, a tall woman with red hair sat in the center of the throne, her delicate and pretty face unattainable with a resolute and terrifying bloody aura, and the tall and solid armor fit the sturdy and plump tall body, and even if anyone dared to try to peep, they would be discouraged by the momentum contained in the gilded eyes.

She silently read the latest information displayed on the communication terminal in her hand, including the good news of the war in various places, and the surrender of the Nukerian nobles.

She is now the Lord of the Mountains, the Holy Maiden of the Snow Peaks, Angelon Elaine.

Over the years, Elaine's once girlish form had grown into a tall woman almost as tall as an adult man, her athletic body tempered by the cold wind and the pure gold of the blacksmith clan, stained with the blood of the sons of the red sand through countless brutal battles.

Albeit... The former teenage genogen cowered weakly in the breeding chamber and feared her future fate, but when she regained her anger at the ill-fated fate, the power inherited from her genetic father gradually made her grow.

At this moment, Elaine is processing the documents of many mountain clans, and at the same time processing the application for trade routes from the Nukerians, and the extremely developed brain of the original superman is rapidly processing and digesting a lot of knowledge.

In this highly technologically advanced world of red sand, the transmission of information is naturally very fast, although barbarism has almost swallowed the entire planet, but some incompatible technological creations symbolize the glory of human beings.

The data screen in her palm that was constantly swiping through all kinds of data and information was from the village where she used to live. Once an important military material, the extremely scarce number of data terminals is a thing of the past in the face of the powerful productivity of the Holy Mountain Alliance.

In the past few years, she has led the warriors of the mountains to attack the tired sons of the red sands, encroaching on countless cities and lands, plundering countless supplies for their mountain kingdom, and freeing countless oppressed slaves of the red sands.

In her opinion, the people born in the red sands had been blinded by violence and blood, and the slave owners no longer had strong soldiers other than guards they could trust, let alone large-scale frontal battlefields. Although the life technology of the village tribes in the mountains is quite backward, the technology they use to fight is never half as bad as that of the warriors in the red sandy land.

At first, Elaine was a little apprehensive about the frontal battle that the tribal warriors would use to fight on the frontal battlefield, but the guerrilla warfare lurking in the mountains was full of confidence - they froze the blood and sweat of the high-ranking riders with the never-ending cold wind of the alpine tundra.

The aristocracy, which had been anchored in slavery on this planet for thousands of years, came to the challenge from the mountains.

Even though they had never looked up at the barbaric villages on the Holy Mountain, when this powerful force condensed into a towering force like a mountain actually appeared in front of them, those short-sighted loose aristocratic alliances did not dare to contend with such a huge force at all.

Even the nobles who saw the general trend even threw olive branches to her.

Elaine even misses the time when she fought against the invaders from the Red Sands, when her warriors were dogs hiding in the snowy mountains. If the cowardly nobles dare to trespass a little, the ferocious beasts and leaders will drain the blood of the red sands.

After Elaine had quickly dealt with the affairs of thousands of clans, a trace of tiredness came to her mind after a few microseconds of rest. Her slightly uninteresting gaze swept slightly over the news about the betrayer Talco on the news - after that plunder, the nobles of the red sand, who admired the blood and killing, suddenly threw almost all of their faith into the saints and the mountains, and even... When she led the Holy Mountain Alliance to confront the nobles of the Red Sands, the fanatic took everything he had in Nukeria and made his way to the Holy Mountain.

"Huh. It's really a trick..."

As if reminiscing about something indescribable, Elaine sighed.

In the countless despairs that the four gods showed her, there was no new destiny that she had now created.

In the countless pasts she had experienced, the Talco family's slave hunting convoy was supposed to find herself seriously injured by the Elves in the recovered training pod, and take it to the gladiatorial arena of Deshiia, where the tragedy from beginning to end would also be the tragic fate of Gene Prototype 12, Anglon.

The phantom pain of the Butcher's Nail, the tragedy of blood and tears in the gladiatorial arena, now frowns slightly every time Elaine resounds. This is not a rarity for her almost indestructible fortitude these days.

Even though she was immersed in a battlefield full of fighting and despair, through the special gift of the genetic body, she clearly felt the pain from countless people before her death, but it did not make any ripples ripple in the lake of her mind.

Now, she has forged her new destiny with her own hands. Settled in an ancient village that he didn't know, with skilled medical skills and force, he became their saint in the respect of everyone, and led most of the long-oppressed villagers to defeat the slave catchers, relying on his personality charm and strength to form a powerful country.

A tragic future taken captive as a gladiator... I don't know where to start.

Elaine's eyes, as deep as the starry sky, gradually blurred.

Thinking back to the time, her psionic talent allowed her to easily sense and connect to the mind of the convoy owner, but she also did not expect that her momentum and psionic ability as a genetic prototype could easily overwhelm the dignity of this ancient nobleman.

Until the nobleman was completely conquered by the charisma of the genetic protoplasm.

Even, now Lawrence Talco is willing to be a slave at her feet.

Maybe... This is the way Angron should have conquered his home planet in Warhammer history.

Elaine glanced not far away at a rudimentary weapon rack made of ancient wood, on which lay a giant axe made of haphazard bent and spliced together from the pure gold steel plates of her cultivation bin.

Having drunk the blood of countless noble slave owners and freed countless slaves in the red sand, Elaine was the respect for the tragic past of her other self, and her vigilance to be freed from the corruption of chaos by the mercy of the Lord of Humanity.

She named it: Freedom.

Countless memories of vagueness or pain come to mind in the blink of an eye.

In the original history, as a genetic agent that could connect the hearts of others and convey empathy, Angelon has always been a gentle and resolute warrior in the time when he was not branded with the butcher's nail. She was able to cut her flesh and bleed for the food and clothing of her comrades, and was forced to wear the Butcher's Nail for the life and death of her adoptive father and partner, and maintained her gentle nature during the decades of torture of the Butcher's Nail, until she was forced out of the battlefield by the Lord of Humanity on the eve of the defeat of the uprising—if she had not been taken captive by the inevitable serious injuries in the first place, the Lord of the Red Sands would have followed the same path as her.

Through heart and courage, the oppressed commoners and slaves are linked together to overthrow this rotten and unbearable kingdom.

Even in her distant past as a mortal, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional and melancholy when she read the story of this warrior, after she fell into the endless fantasies woven by the four gods... She almost felt the same pathos for this tragedy, and the endless pain and anger that sank into the butcher's nail almost swallowed her soul at one point.

Now, after defeating the weak and short-lived aristocracy... Elaine felt even more unwilling for the once gentle and powerful warrior, and the anxiety about the future was completely eliminated.

Perhaps the resentment of her former soul remains, or perhaps she is uneasy about her ill-fated future.

It can be said that it is not the gentleness of the Lord of the Red Sands that caused the tragedy... Rather, it is a series of tragedies caused by the ignorant xenomorphs who have never heard of the myth of Oedipus.

The experience of huddled in the training pod out of fear and savoring despair was Elaine's scar, but it was also the most resilient and heavy part of her psychic wall.

Now, she inherits the power and responsibility of the twelfth genetic protogen.

Her name is Angron Elaine, and she is both Angron and Elaine.

The former carries on the legacy of the Lord of the Red Sands, while the latter is a girl who dies of depression in the mythology of Terra in pursuit of the reflection of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake.

Just as she came to the body of Angelon, who had an intricate fate, she experienced extreme despair from chaos and corrosion.

Unlike the girl who died on the riverbank, she was redeemed by the hand of the Lord of Mankind, and was reborn from the gaze of Chaos.

As for her memories of the past, her cursed knowledge, Elaine no longer saw it as a definite fate since she had broken free from the despair of the chaos stain.

Now, she restores the traces of Angelon's history, as well as her mortal past and her struggle against fate...

"I don't know what you'd do... Father. ”

Looking at the unknown fleet approaching on the star map, the whispers of the Winter Maiden echoed in the empty castle, and the continuous blizzard seemed to respond to her melancholy, and the increasingly fierce and howling wind symbolized her increasingly cold state of mind.

Her solid heart, which has been tempered day by day, is gradually fading away from the cowardice and fragility of mortals.

Dull, long, the ancient horn that blew from the valley pierced through the howling blizzard. This symbolizes that the trumpet of the expedition will sound again, and that countless more slaves will be freed, and more blood from the red sand will be drained.

Elaine has completed her own trial.

Perhaps she has changed her fate, or perhaps another tragedy of hers is about to unfold.

Ever since she broke free from her desperate swaddling clothes and set foot in the world of space opera for the first time...

That real sense of security, decades of ordinary life has left her.

In the distant future, there is only war.

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