Angelon smelled red sand.

The heat was as hot as the wind blowing from the bellows of the forge was enough to make every battle-hardened warrior feel uncomfortable, but that was what made Red Sand's scorching heat unique.

It is said that in the past, Nukeriyah did not have any red sand, only the blessing of ice that fell from the towering snow-capped mountains, and the earth was covered by the relentless frost of the day.

Until the Nukerians came to the land. They turned their madness and bloodlust into hot rivers of blood, dyeing the entire planet crimson, dispelling the frost that covered the earth, and bringing abundant vitality to the planet.

It symbolizes the blood of the Nukerians throughout history.

It symbolizes the hysterical bloodthirsty madness of the Nukerians.

"Angelon!"

"Angelon!"

"Angelon!"

The blinding light and cheers reawakened Anglon's consciousness, and he looked around with some blankness—at everything he knew so well, but so strange.

The majestic arena was filled with the smell of blood and the heat of red sand, and the cheers from the audience all called Angelon's name.

In the language of the Nukerians, it means son of the mountains.

He stood on the red sand.

He was puzzled and uneasy by the eight unfamiliar faces beside him, and in their faces, Angelon found a thirst for blood, a sense of reassurance from someone close to him.

In an instant, Angelon recognized the identities of these people, perhaps his comrades-in-arms or family members, and their blood-thirsting pupils poured out reverence to him, as if they were their natural leaders and friends.

… It's weird.

Doubts kept growing in the heart of the tall gladiator, but before he could think more, an intolerable pain began to appear in his brain, grinding the reason and patience in his heart all the time, as if forcing himself to forget something.

But no one seemed to want to give him a chance to understand the situation, and when Angelon looked at his 'family', he only came up with an 'incommunicable' answer on their blood-stained and fanatical faces.

Angelon could read their hearts clearly: they were all longing for a battle that would bring glory.

And Anglon, who looked confused, was an incompatible existence.

"Welcome to the Bloody Race!"

A sound from a mechanical eye in the sky interrupted Anglon's thoughts.

The heavy iron gate on the opposite side of the arena was slowly raised in the rising cheers, and the incomparably tall and majestic figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, the dazzling lights and noisy cheers of the arena set off the appearance of the figure, and several 'family members' around Angron also clenched their weapons as if they were facing a great enemy.

Looking at the terrifying oppression that continued to emanate from that majestic figure, Angelon asked the 'family' beside him with some doubts.

"What's that?"

He sensed that something was wrong with the figure, an inexplicable strangeness and wariness that rippled in his heart.

One of the gladiators shook his head, a little bewildered, the crisp sound of the plate clash of plates.

"I don't-"

There was a strange smell in the air. Angron looked at the majestic figure, and a sudden sense of crisis made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave. The hot sand was torn apart by the storm, the red sand fluttered under the terrible trampling, and the cracks and scars of the earth spread from the trampling of the heavy boots.

As Angelon reflected on the indescribable feeling, the gladiator closest to him suffered a great calamity.

Knock ——!!

Before the gladiator could scream, a giant fist covered in scarlet armor pierced his head. The jaw was instantly shattered to an unimaginable width by the devastating force, and the blood and broken brains splattered like watermelons, and even the entire body flew upside down in an instant.

The heavy muffled sound of smashing into the wall symbolizes the passing of life.

Angelon could hear his wails before he died: blood bubbles gushing from his broken throat, mixed with a faint whimper, his broken body no longer had the strength to struggle.

The blood was flowing, blending into the red-hot sand.

In an instant, everyone in the audience fell into a frenzy. Their endless cheers came like a tsunami, and even their own eardrums burst in the frenzied cheers, and their eyes were only the majestic figure standing under the scorching sun.

It was a majestic female warrior in scarlet armor.

Her indifferent face was unmoved by the life and death of a gladiator, her flaming red hair symbolizing the terrifying speed of crossing the sound barrier in an instant, and behind her was a monstrous axe of immense size and twisted shape.

At this moment, the anger and hatred of the killing of his companion instantly filled the heart of every gladiator.

Angron is no exception.

As he charged towards the enemy, he seemed to recall something.

Yes, he once fought here. He fought here ... Fought machines, humans, behemoths, and all sorts of powerful enemies.

He was a natural gladiator, adept at bringing the glory of death to his enemies with blood and an axe.

In this way, everything makes sense.

Angelon slowly clenched the sword that appeared at his waist at some point.

It seems like it's the same.

……

The rain of blood poured down continuously.

Angelon's frenzied figure and Elaine's red-haired firelight continued to emerge in it, and the clash of the chainsaw axe and the black sword rippled through several earth-tearing impacts.

Behind them were the corpse of a bloodthirsty demon who had lost his head, and seven terrible demons who were madly chasing Elaine's figure.

The sonorous sound of gold and iron echoed over the scorched earth, and from time to time the corpses of the Sadistic Great Demon fell.

In fact, there was no more life on the battlefield where the Primordials were fighting, and this battle through the gaze of the Blood God and the Corpse Emperor represented a contest of their wills.

Anything corporeal could survive it, and the cannon fire would be swallowed up by the storm, and the madness of the Sadistic Demon Army deliberately avoided them.

Because natural disasters are brewing in no man's land.

The scarlet thunder condensed in the thick dark clouds and the high-speed trail of Angron had become one, and the cold storm that swept across the battlefield roared under Elaine's axe.

The scorched earth had turned into blazing red sand under the minds of both sides.

The black sword and the heavy axe collide with each other.

The sonorous hum echoed in the eye of the storm for a long time.

……

Buzz——!

Angron could barely withstand the heavy blow from the monstrous axe, and he could clearly feel the exhaustion and soreness in his arms.

The scarlet-clad warrior had killed all of her comrades in a short period of time, her precise and ferocious movements pinpointing their weaknesses with every breath, the unspeakable horror of the attack magnifying the lethality of the attack, followed by the devastating slaughter, and the increasingly frantic and bloodthirsty cheers from the audience.

This crimson female warrior was almost as large as Angelon, and the terrifying power contained in it was not half as great as him.

After barely parrying the attack of the female warrior in front of him, Angelon's feet had even sunk into the red sand, touching the bits of corpses buried within.

At the same time, the mechanical eyes in the sky are passionately explaining everything in front of them.

"Look! Our champions, our heroes, Angelon! He's in a predicament! ”

"Isn't Angron a little angry after slaughtering his teammates? That's his family, that's his precious comrades-in-arms! He was slaughtered like a chicken in front of this brand-new warrior... Oh, what a pathetic, what a pathetic! ”

"Will the myth of undefeated ever end? Will the scarlet-covered Rope of Glory be scarred with black scars? ”

"Perhaps, there is no chance of living to that time? My Angron, it's time to prove yourself! ”

After the sarcastic and comical voice ended, Angron, who was barely resisting the heavy axe of the female warrior in front of him, gritted his teeth.

After witnessing the death of the 'family' in the ferocious assault, a wave of anger began to burn in the gladiator's heart.

Blazing sweat slid down his resolute sideburns, and his majestic body burst out with unparalleled power at this moment, along with the heavy giant axe, which was also erected by Angron.

Buzz——!

With the crisp and sharp sound of the armor being torn apart, Angelon's sword blade tore the right arm of the female warrior in front of him, and the heavy and hideous giant axe also came out of his hand, and the dripping blood overflowing from the section stained the red sand.

“… Not. ”

A muffled grunt of pain emanated from her helmet, but it didn't dampen her ferocious movements.

Before Angelon could rejoice that the tide was turned, the terrifying scream that tore through the sound barrier caused his pupils to constrict.

An unparalleled blow followed, and the giant fist, which was still stained with brains and blood, instantly broke Angron's sword body.

This force even knocked Angron back several meters as well, and even though he barely managed to maintain his form, his feet were torn apart by two cracks in the earth.

The scarlet red sand seems to be burning faintly in the friction.

When Angelon looked up again, the female warrior had once again picked up the monstrous and heavy axe with one arm, and struck at her with heavy steps that tore through the earth.

His vision was a little dazed.

The dazzling lights of the arena seemed to reflect the rain of blood, and the auditoriums filled with the crazy crowd seemed empty.

The cheers were replaced by a terrifying unknown roar, and the corpses of their comrades had turned into indescribably twisted things.

The scale of time was stretched infinitely at this moment, and Angelon could smell the scorched earth and the scent of the storm.

The scarlet canopy obscured by the red sand is constantly overlapping with the sky of the Sadistic God's Domain.

The blood of the Nukerians seeping into the red sands was replaced by the blood of the demons of the Dread.

It seems that everything has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

The heavy axe that whistled the storm tore through Angelon's chest.

The pain was obscuring his consciousness, and the vicious bite from the Butcher's Nail was eating away at his soul.

Angelon only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and harder to open.

Speculation from endless dreams is constantly cracking with reality.

Broken consciousness is constantly overlapping under the light of return, and endless anger and sharp pain are slowly being soothed by exhaustion.

Only the female warrior in front of her has not changed from beginning to end.

In the gap between the female warrior's luxurious helmet, there was a pair of gilded eyes that burned with flames.

Angelon smiled softly.

The weary soul slowly closed its eyes.

At this moment, he finally knew what the indescribable stubbornness in the pupils of the female warrior in front of him represented.

It's something that I can't pursue in my whole life.

Freely.

- It turns out that... I've never escaped that gladiatorial arena.

……

The surging rain of blood ushered in the dawn in the fighting.

The broken black sword was soaked in blood, and the broken chainsaw axe no longer roared.

Elaine's figure stood on the ground, scars and shattered armor faintly visible several fatal scars for ordinary people, and the empty right arm symbolized that the result of the battle was only a crushing victory.

Plasma trickled down on it, slowly dripping onto the headless corpses at Elaine's feet, and the eight corpses scattered around it represented the rest of the Sadistic Archdemon of the war.

However, the flames burning in her gilded eyes were more intense than ever.

Even though her bright hair was soaked with blood and the flames burning at the ends of her hair had subsided, the head of the Blood Angel held in her palm was a symbol of unprecedented victory.

The dawn has begun.

The twisted madness still lingered on Angelon's face, but there was only relief and rest in his dim pupils.

The butcher's nail that linked the brain was also torn off, and the blazing blood that continued to flow at the fracture was mixed with the rain of blood falling from the sky.

No signs of life are gone.

In the bloody battle circle within a radius of several kilometers, there was no life left that was still breathing except Elaine.

No one can match the scourge of the genoplasm that swept across the border.

“……”

Elaine silently looked at the head of the demonic primordial in his palm, and Angelon's deathbed relief before he completely fell into madness was still vivid.

Despite the unparalleled malice in the demonic primordial roar, the vision of a new hope was anything but false.

In any case, he had been completely liberated.

"Rest in peace."

Elaine muttered softly.

……

The shadow of the fleet that obscured the sky was already approaching the brass fortress, and the definite rebellion was imminent.

The 888th death of the Blood Angel turned into the final curtain of this war.

In this battle that represents the supreme will of both sides, after all, it is the distant Jin Mang who is superior.

Or maybe the being above the skull wanted to see this scene.

In the shadow of the expeditionary fleet shimmered with the brilliance of blackstone.

The majestic one-armed figure stands above the ramming corner.

Resolutely.

……

……