svetikya Chapter 87 Thus, the gladiators marched towards freedom against the north wind.
Chapter 87 Thus, the gladiators marched towards freedom against the north wind.
Chapter 88 Thus, the gladiators marched towards freedom against the north wind.
blood.
Bright red blood.
The high-ranking rider's blood flowed from the completely ruined brass axe in Angron's hand.
Angron sometimes feels a strange affinity for blood, fire, and pain.
When he first opened his eyes, all he saw was flames, the metal cabin shattered, the fire burning the mountain rocks, blood flowing from his body, and pain engulfing him.
Then came the cold mountain wind blowing on his wounds, then the malicious dancers, then the enslavement by the high-ranking riders...
When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was red sand, terrified slaves, and the strong acid seeping from the red sand.
That was Angron's first gladiatorial combat, and frankly, it hardly counted as a fight.
High-ranking riders continuously poured concentrated acid into the arena, and the gladiators climbed the increasingly narrow tower in terror, knowing that if they fell, they would die in agony as their flesh corroded inch by inch.
Angron knew nothing and understood nothing; he simply relied on his survival instincts to climb upwards.
When he climbed to the first level, half of the gladiators were already dead. The dead screamed as they fell into the sulfuric acid, howling in agony as their flesh was torn apart.
Their pain flooded Angron's mind.
Thus, Anglon learned what pain was and what death was.
When he climbed to the second level, half of the gladiators had died again. Angron saw several men give up their places to women and children and walk toward the concentrated sulfuric acid.
Their courage surged into Angron's mind.
Thus, Angron learned what sacrifice and courage were.
As he climbed to the third level, half of the gladiators died again. Angron saw a gladiator glaring angrily at the stands, his companion dying in the acid. He didn't climb any further; instead, he leaped up, roaring as he jumped toward the stands, crashing into the force field before plunging into the acid. His anger surged into Angron's mind.
Thus, Angron learned what anger and hatred were.
When he climbed to the fourth level, only eight gladiators remained alive, but the platform above could only accommodate three or four people. So they said, "Young brothers, go up! You must live and continue our bloodline." They stood there, submerged in concentrated acid.
Their friendship flooded Anglon's mind.
Thus, Angron learned what blood ties and brotherhood meant.
When he climbed to the fifth floor, there were only four of them left, and the platform above that could only accommodate one person at a time.
"Go, child, you are the youngest, you must live."
They said this to Angron, whom they were meeting for the first time.
So they reached out, lifted Angron, and sent him up to the last platform.
They all died from the strong acid, and Angron never learned their names.
But he learned from them what nobility, kindness, and greatness are.
Angron looked at the bones corroding in the concentrated acid; it was those deaths that sustained his life.
Later, Onomamus taught him what rebellion was.
So Angron vowed that he would ensure that every gladiator brother would live and march toward freedom together.
He vowed that he would never again sacrifice the lives of his brothers and sisters to save his own.
no way..
If we are to live, then let us cheer together in the cool breeze of freedom.
If we are to die, let us fall together on the warm sand.
Following Zhou Yun's directions, Anglong roared and charged out of the dimly lit alley.
The two high-ranking riders who were chasing them looked in horror at the suddenly appearing Angron.
But before they could activate the Silver Vine, Angron crushed them to death with that twisted piece of brass.
Last night, before the uprising began, Anglon had a dream.
He dreamed of blood spilled on the snow, he dreamed of Kleist laughing as he charged into the ranks of high-ranking riders, he dreamed of young Yochuka also becoming a warrior.
But Zhou Yun and Onomamus were not in the dream.
Only high-ranking riders—Angron had never seen so many high-ranking riders before—came to besiege them, filled with rage.
But they were not afraid. They laughed loudly, used the snow as sand, warmed it with their own blood, and then walked together toward death.
But, but... just as they were all dying, a ray of golden light shone on Angron.
Angron saw himself soaring into the sky, far away from his brothers and sisters, far away from the high-ranking riders, far away from Nutheria.
The siblings witnessed this, but they did not blame Angron.
They didn't understand what had happened, but they knew that Angron was going to live.
So they walked toward death with smiles on their faces, and blessed Anglon with smiles on their faces.
Live on.
They said this to Angron in their hearts.
Live freely.
Concentrated acid pool.
Those skeletons soaking in concentrated acid.
death.
When Anglon could see the things in his dream clearly again...
He saw only death, transformed into the sun, standing before him, wanting to enslave him.
No, none of this will ever happen; he won't allow it.
That's why, when Kleist said she was going to find Zhou Yun, Anglong knocked her unconscious and went there himself.
Survive... Every one of them must survive.
"Turn left, go through the alley on the right, we're almost at the city gate, get ready..."
"7
Zhou Yun's voice rang out in Anglong's arms.
"That's really impressive," Anglong said. They were almost at the city gate, thanks to Zhou Yun's command and arrangements.
"We have a top-notch mind helping us."
Zhou Yun said with a smile, "He's your brother too."
Angron laughed too.
"Please thank him for me."
They rushed out of the alley and saw the towering city walls.
The city walls reminded Angron of the high walls of the gladiatorial arena.
That was a cage, the last cage.
The city gate was located about three or four hundred meters to their left.
The high-ranking riders were already prepared. They stood guard at the city gate and saw Angron and Zhou Yun rush out from the alley.
They moved closer to the city gate.
However, Zhou Yun and Anglong did not head towards the city gate at all, but went straight towards the city wall.
"I have examined the distribution of wells in the city of Dicia, studied the nearby rivers, and analyzed the direction of Dicia's underground water veins."
"Beneath this section of the city wall in front of you, there is an underground water vein flowing through it. The soil above is soft and cannot support a very thick wall. This is the weak point of the entire Dicia City Wall."
In Macurag, sweat streamed down the boy's forehead behind the mirror. His mind raced, analyzing the map in his head, the strategies of the high-ranking riders, the underground watercourses, and the thickness of the city walls...
Zhou Yun managed to raise his arm; his psychic energy had recovered somewhat, and the psychic energy from his faith was also gathering.
At the same time, Angron picked up the piece of brass that was already in terrible condition.
A psionic roar erupted, and brass was flung out.
Zhou Yun's psionic energy combined with Angron's power, slamming heavily against the city wall.
Just as Guilliman said, this small section of the wall was made up of only a few layers of bricks and stones, and was surprisingly thin.
The bricks and stones crumbled and the city wall collapsed right before their eyes, while the high-ranking riders stood dumbfounded guarding the city gate.
The wasteland stretched out before them, with snow-capped mountains clearly visible in the distance. A gentle, cool breeze, so different from that in the city of Daisia, caressed their faces.
They rushed out of Daisia, and Angron's feet sank into the gravel of the wasteland.
The high-ranking riders watched this scene, but they dared not give chase, as gladiators might still be lying in ambush outside the city.
If Angron alone is this terrifying, why would they risk their lives with such a small force?
After Zhou Yun and Anglong rushed into the wasteland, they vaguely saw several figures.
"It's Onomamus, and Kleist." Anglon's eyesight was far better than Zhou Yun's.
They led their squad and hid behind boulders in the wasteland, waiting for the two men before stepping out when they saw them appear.
"asshole!!!"
"Two bastards!!!"
Kleist punched Angron in the face, and Angron did not dodge, letting her vent her anger.
Kleist's other fist was originally meant to hit Zhou Yun's face, but after seeing Zhou Yun's appearance, he covered his mouth instead.
"It's alright, I'll recover quickly. I'm a master of bio-psychic energy," Zhou Yun comforted her.
He wasn't lying; using bio-chemical psychic energy, repairing the wounds and restoring the body's mobility wasn't difficult.
The deeper damage... will likely take at most two years, or even a year, before this body can barely move a finger.
"Let's go quickly." Onomamus took a deep breath, suppressing all the words he wanted to say to Zhou Yun and Angron. "We must escape into the mountains before the high-ranking riders can reorganize and summon the Free People's Army."
"6
"...Actually, I almost got killed by Sopra, but he actually had a panacea, so..." Seeing the reproach hidden in Onomamus's eyes, Zhou Yun explained softly.
Zhou Yun wasn't lying. Before Supra injected the panacea, Zhou Yun genuinely believed he had a chance to kill Supra and then escape with his mangled body...
"Shut up!" Onomamus had only taken a few steps forward when he heard Zhou Yun's words. Finally, he couldn't help but turn around and yell at Zhou Yun.
The air suddenly became still.
The group stared at each other, wide-eyed.
This was the first time they had ever seen Onomamus so out of control.
This elder was always the most composed and reliable among them, and he never showed any anger.
Then..
A gentle breeze swept down from the northern mountains, caressing their parched skin...
"Damn it... Hahahaha!" Finally, Onomamus couldn't hold back anymore. He burst into laughter, covered his face with his hands, and tears streamed down his face. "They all survived, they all survived..."
""
"We should cheer loudly in the wind of freedom," Zhou Yun said softly.
Then Angron let out the first cheer, followed by Kleist, Onomamus, and the other gladiators.
They raised their arms in cheers and ran together toward the mountains to the north.
"And so the gladiators marched toward freedom against the north wind."
Zhou Yun said to Guilliman behind the mirror, "Guilliman, you win."
;
"...We won." Guilliman's slightly weary voice came from behind the mirror.
"Yes, Anglong asked me to thank you," Zhou Yun said, letting out a breath.
"Um..
Guilliman simply hummed in response and then fell silent.
"That concludes today's lesson." Zhou Yun smiled relaxedly, as if all his fatigue had vanished with that smile.
Having said that, he stood up.
"Uh..."
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A strong wave of dizziness swept through Zhou Yun's brain, and he had to hold onto the chair to avoid falling to the ground.
This is not, this is not the dizziness that comes over the body.
It was his own will that was dizzy.
Even the body on the golden throne sensed it.
His precognitive abilities had never been so strongly stimulated.
A fleeting glint of light crossed his sunken eyes as he sat on the golden throne.
He saw it.
fate.
The threads of fate flow into the long river.
And then, all of fate.
They all fell into the pitch-black sun.
One of them trembled and changed, like a gladiator rebelling against enslavement.
Cheers erupted from within, cheers that seemed to defy the north wind.
The smells of blood, sulfur, and anger also wafted through the air.
Zhou Yun saw Anglong.
Zhou Yun witnessed Anglong kill him with his own hands.
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