On the top of Nuceria's holy peak, a saint was born.
Such news spread throughout Nuceria after Lawrence Talko returned.
The powerful saint known as Angron protected all the residents who still lived on the Holy Peak and wiped out all the blood slaves in Deshiia City - even though the saint named Lawrence Talko The nobles were able to return to the city-state alive.
Although most of the supplies and blood slaves were looted and all the guards were killed, it was not a big loss to this noble man with a rich family background.
But judging from his dejected appearance, which looked like a lost dog, and his full devotion to the 'Holy Peak Cult', which was only popular among the lower class civilians, most people believed that he must have suffered an unprecedented setback on the Holy Peak.
Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for this high-level knight, who is known for his cruelty and madness, to suddenly change his personality.
After all... the term Holy Peak Cult has not been in the sight of noble gentlemen for a long time.
The ancient religion widely spread in Nuceria evolved from the belief in the eternally standing holy mountain. Although in the later dark ages, the barbarism and violence on the red sand plains were almost squeezed into silence, and they only existed in the spoken words of ordinary people, and seemed to have almost no improvement, and only the most helpless and helpless The helpless lower-class civilians will hand over their desperate faith to the holy mountain that has stood forever.
In Nuceria, where there are many nobles, almost no one protects such an ancient religion. Compared with those ancient dogmas, the people in power prefer the bloody and wild red sand - they feel deeply for the desperate fighting of the warriors. The blood is boiling, and even the noble high-level knights are extremely obsessed with it. No one believes in the boring story in the myth.
But now, the legendary myth has become a reality. The saint who descended from the sky announced her protection and wiped out any power or minions that dared to intrude on the holy mountain.
This made the blood-loving Nucerian nobles extremely angry. They spent countless money to have mercenaries bring them a slave named Saint.
However, those warriors who licked blood from their swords never returned from the freezing blizzard.
Just as the saint warned, the majestic holy mountain swallowed up all these intruders and threw away all the blood of the red sand.
The savage people they despised in the past seemed to have transformed into terrifying ghosts in the jungle. No matter how precise the advancement array was, they would find gaps until the delicate scarlet figure spread destruction and death.
When the expedition team composed of several high-ranking knights completely disappeared in the cold wind, the Nucerians finally calmed down - they finally realized one thing, in the frozen land with little nourishment, it was really A powerful saint was born who could unite the clans of those barbaric villages.
As for the high-level knights, who are various merchants and nobles, they are not a tight and stable alliance. It is not in their interests to waste unnecessary resources on the barren frozen soil.
However, the vision of merchants and nobles is always so short-sighted. They relax in the temporary comfort and peace and forget the results of the previous unscrupulous plunder of this barren land - even though they rely on the bloody method of gladiatorial combat to oppress The vast majority of people resist, but the hidden dangers have been hidden for a long time.
That noble saint on the top of the mountains, in just a few months, she conquered most of the villages on the mountains with either her powerful strength or her gentle methods. There are even rumors that that The saintess used her extremely superb medical skills and various knowledge to gradually transform the backwardness in the mountains. Advanced ideas and technologies spread throughout the villages under her control.
Later, in the face of the powerful strength and personal charm of the Primarch, the anger of these mountain villages that had been oppressed for hundreds of years towards Nuceria was completely awakened, and they swarmed up and praised the saint who descended from the sky as their The leader of the ancient religion he believed in was also the recognized leader of these tribes.
After establishing an alliance called [Holy Mountain], the girl Primarch deservedly conquered a large area of land that once belonged to the Nucerians for them. This can be seen in even the most pedantic and barbaric villages. This saint walking on earth is extraordinary.
Nowadays, all the people living on the Holy Mountain have truly become a part of the [Holy Mountain]. Their descendants enjoy a wealth and peace that they have never had in the past. Their warriors continue to encroach on territory on the red sand land. Their lives are no longer poor and difficult. This land has not produced fertile land for thousands of years. In the Holy Land, Under the leadership of the woman, it became extremely prosperous in just a few years.
What's more, this saint has the gift of being able to link the hearts of warriors together, which makes them invincible in the process of conquering the enemy. Whether it is a surprise attack or a frontal battle, these descendants of the mountains are no weaker than those bloodthirsty ones. Son of the red sand.
In the end, through the betrayal of the entire Nucerian aristocracy by the fanatic-like Lawrence Talko...
The first factory in the mountains was built.
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At the top of the majestic snow-capped peak of the Holy Mountain, the luxurious and frost-frozen castle is now the top of the Holy Mountain.
It symbolizes the power of this ancient mountain range and the nobility of the people who can overlook the red sand at any time.
In the most conspicuous center of the castle, which was frozen by the endless wind and snow, a tall woman with red hair was sitting in the center of the throne. Her determined and frightening bloody aura made her delicate and pretty face seem unattainable. , the towering and solid armor fits the strong and plump tall figure. Even if anyone dares to try to peek, they will be dissuaded by the aura contained in the gilt eyes.
She silently read many of the latest information displayed on the communication terminal in her hand, including good news about wars in various places, as well as the begging for mercy and surrender of the Nucerian nobles.
She is the current Lord of the Mountains, the Saint of Snow Peak, Angron Elaine.
After several years, Elaine's once girlish figure has now grown into a tall woman almost as tall as an adult man. Her toned body that has been tempered by the cold wind is even bound by the fine gold cast by the blacksmith clan. Countless A brutal battle stained with the blood of the children of the red sand.
Although...the former girl's genetic prototype huddled weakly in the breeding warehouse, fearing her future fate, when she regained her anger at her ill-fated fate, the great power inherited from her genetic father gradually made her She gradually grew up.
At this moment, Elaine is processing documents from numerous mountain clans and processing trade route applications from the Nucerians. The extremely developed superhuman brain of the original body is rapidly processing and digesting a lot of knowledge.
In this red sand world with extremely advanced technology, the transmission of information is naturally very fast. Although barbarism has almost swallowed up the entire planet, some incompatible technological creations symbolize the past glory of mankind.
The data screen in her palm that was constantly flashing various data and information came from the village where she used to live. The extremely rare data terminals that were once important military supplies are now 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 continuously attack the tired Sons of the Red Sand, eating away countless cities and lands, plundering countless supplies for their mountain kingdom, and liberating countless oppressed Red Sands. Sand slave.
In her opinion, the people who were born on the red sand land have been blinded by violence and blood. The slave owners no longer have strong soldiers except for the trustworthy guards, let alone the large-scale frontal battlefield. . Although the living technology of the village tribes in the mountains is quite backward, the technology they use to fight is never inferior to the warriors on the red sand land.
At first, although with the command ability of the Primarch and near-real-time telepathic empathy, Elaine was still a little worried about the fighting of these tribal warriors on the frontal battlefield, but she was full of confidence in the guerrilla warfare hidden in the mountains - they With the never-ending cold wind on the frozen soil of the mountains, all the blood and sweat of those high-level riders were frozen.
The nobles who had stabilized slavery on this planet for thousands of years faced challenges from the mountains.
Even though they had never seen the barbaric villages on the holy mountain, when this powerful force condensed into a mountain-like force and really appeared in front of them, those short-sighted loose noble alliances simply did not dare to compete with such a huge force. .
Even the nobles who saw clearly the general situation even threw olive branches to her.
Elaine even misses the time when she was constantly fighting off the invaders from the red sand at the beginning - at that time, her warriors were war dogs lurking in the snow-capped mountains. If those cowardly nobles dare to invade even a little bit, the ferocious beasts and leaders will drain the blood of the red sand.
After Elaine quickly dealt with the affairs of thousands of clans, a trace of fatigue that came to her mind fleetingly disappeared after a few microseconds of rest. Her slightly boring eyes briefly glanced at the news about the traitor Tarco - after that robbery, the red sand noble who advocated blood and killing suddenly put almost all his faith in The saint and the mountains were separated, and even... After she led the Holy Mountain Alliance to confront the Red Sand Nobles head-on, the fanatical believer took everything he had in Nuceria and fled to the Holy Mountain.
"Haha. What a trick of fate..."
Elaine sighed as if recalling something unspeakable.
Among the countless despairs shown to her by the Four Gods, there was no new destiny that she had created with her own hands.
In the countless times she has experienced, this slave-catching convoy of the Talco family should have found herself who was seriously injured by the Eldar in the recovered training cabin and brought it to the gladiatorial arena of Deshiia. , unfolding the tragedy from beginning to end - it will also be the sad fate of the twelfth Primarch, Angron.
The phantom pain of the Butcher's Nail, which tortured her to death countless times, and the tragedy constructed of blood and tears in the arena, now make Elaine frown slightly whenever she hears them. This was unusual for her now almost indestructible spirit.
Even though she was immersed in a battlefield full of fighting and despair, through the special talent of the Primarch, she clearly felt the pain that countless people felt before dying, but it never caused any ripples in the lake of her soul. ripple.
Now, she has forged her own new destiny with her own hands. She settled down in an ancient village that she had never known before. She used her skillful medical skills and martial arts to become their saint in the praise of everyone. She also led most of the long-oppressed villagers to defeat the slave-catching team, relying on Personality and strength build a powerful nation.
The tragic future of being kidnapped as a gladiator... I don't even know where to start talking about it.
Elaine's pupils, as deep as the starry sky, gradually became blurred.
Recalling that time, her psychic talent allowed her to easily perceive and connect to the mind of the convoy owner, but she did not expect that her aura and psychic abilities as a Primarch could easily overwhelm the dignity of this ancient nobleman.
Until the noble was completely conquered by the Primarch's extraordinary charm.
In fact, Lawrence Talko now willingly wants to be a slave at her feet.
Perhaps...this is the way Angron should have conquered his home planet in the history of Warhammer.
Elaine glanced at the simple weapon rack made of ancient wood not far away. On it was placed a giant ax that was randomly bent and spliced together from the fine gold steel plates in her breeding barn.
It has drank the blood of countless noble slave owners and liberated countless red sand slaves. It is Elaine's respect for her other self's tragic past, and her vigilance to be freed from the corruption of Chaos under the mercy of the Lord of Humanity.
She named it: Freedom.
Countless memories, either vague or painful, suddenly appeared before my eyes.
In the original history, as a genetic primarch who could connect the minds of others and transmit empathy, Angron had always been a gentle and resolute warrior before he was struck with the Butcher's Nails. He was able to cut and bleed his comrades for food and clothing, and was forced to bear the butcher's nails for the survival of his adoptive father and comrades. He maintained his gentle nature during the decades of torture on the butcher's nails, until he was killed by that man on the eve of the failure of the uprising. The Lord of Humanity was forced to leave the battlefield - if he had not been inevitably seriously injured and kidnapped from the beginning, the Lord of Red Sand would definitely have followed the same path as her.
Through heart and courage, the oppressed civilians and slaves are linked together to overthrow this decadent and unbearable country.
Even in her distant past as a mortal, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional and melancholy when reading the story of this warrior. After she fell into the endless fantasies spun by the four gods... she almost felt the tragedy herself, sinking into The endless pain and rage in the Butcher's Nails almost swallowed up her soul.
Now, after defeating those weak and short-lived nobles...Elaine feels even more unwilling to accept the once gentle and powerful warrior, and her previous uneasiness about the future has been eliminated.
Perhaps it was the anger that lingered in her old soul, or perhaps she was uneasy about her ill-fated future.
It can be said that the tragedy was not caused by the gentleness of the Lord of the Red Sand... but caused by those ignorant Eldar aliens who had never heard of the ancient Terran mythology [Oedipus] in the beginning. a series of tragedies.
The experience of huddled in the training cabin and tasting despair out of fear was a scar on Elaine's soul, but it was also the toughest and thickest part of the wall of her soul.
Today, she inherits the power and responsibility of the twelfth Primarch.
Her name is Angron Elaine, both Angron and Elaine.
The former inherits the legacy from the Lord of the Red Sand, and the latter is a girl who died of depression in the ancient Terra mythology while pursuing the reflection of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake.
It was as if she had entered the body of Angron, who had a complicated destiny, and had experienced the extreme despair caused by the corruption of Chaos.
Different from the girl who was buried by the river, she was personally redeemed by the Lord of Humanity and gained a new life in which she was no longer watched by Chaos.
As for her past memories and cursed knowledge, Elaine no longer regards them as an inevitable fate since she broke free from the despair caused by chaos.
Nowadays, she is repairing the traces of Angron's history, and she is still fighting against fate from her mortal past...
"I wonder what you would do...Father."
Looking at the unknown fleet that is gradually approaching on the star map, the whispers of the Winter Saint echoed in the empty castle, and the continuous snowstorm seemed to respond to her melancholy. The howling wind became more and more violent. Symbolizing her increasingly cold state of mind.
Her solid soul, which is increasingly tempered, is gradually losing the cowardice and fragility of mortals.
Dull, long, the ancient horn blowing from the valley penetrated the howling blizzard. This symbolizes that the horn of war is sounded again, countless slaves will be freed, and more blood of red sand will be drained.
Elaine has completed her own trial.
Maybe she has changed her destiny, or maybe another tragedy is about to happen.
Ever since she broke free from the swaddle of despair and first set foot in this space opera world filled with tragedy...
That real sense of peace of mind and the decades of ordinary life had left her.
In the distant future, there is only war.
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