The first meager and precious ray of sunlight in Nukeriana's 31-hour cycle shines on the luxurious and blood-stained walls of Deshiia City.
On the luxurious city wall covered with red sand and blood, the heads of several former red sand nobles were hanging.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the tall figure standing on the city wall.
How to describe such an existence.
She is like a masterpiece from a master sculptor. Tall and plump, strong and elegant, her delicate yet indifferent face exudes an untouchable charm like a flower on a high mountain. Even though her beautiful curves wrapped in heavy armor mixed with scarlet and gilt could not hide her charm at all, she was so tall that she was several times the height of an ordinary human being, but she exerted a sense of oppression that completely covered her charm - if it were said. , that kind of existence is not an exquisite statue enlarged to a certain proportion, but a life that truly exists in the world...
So. She must be a god from fairy tales.
[This is the last city. 】
Looking down at the humble nobleman in front of him who was trembling and begging for mercy, Elaine thought to herself.
"Yes, this is the last city. Lord Angron."
An old voice suddenly sounded beside her, seeming to have guessed Elaine's thoughts.
"Yes, Onomamus...this is the last city."
As if she was extremely familiar with this man's existence, the Primarch looked sideways as if she was feeling something, and as if she had forgotten something, she added.
"...Just call me Elaine."
He was an older warrior. His rather old face was covered with old scars that overlapped alternately. He had a gray and stiff beard. There were still broken chains around his neck, but the vicissitudes of his face had long been proud of. replaced.
"Your will."
Even though the elder warrior's resolute face did not reveal his expression easily, Elaine could still sense the emotion in the warrior's heart - like sparks jumping in a forge, full of enthusiasm and hope.
[...This is what I strive for. 】
Looking at the simple smile of the old soldier in front of him that he had never shown in his memory, a sense of satisfaction that was almost relieved instantly filled Elaine's tall and strong body.
For no other reason, the memory and regret from reading space opera have never been forgotten by her, and the pain and despair from the erosion of chaos have always been remembered. In the years since his complete conquest of the planet, the Primarch has discovered the shortcomings of all Angron, whether it is his battle brothers and sisters, or Onomamus, the enemy of Angron. For the veteran warrior who is also a father and friend, as well as countless red sand slaves whose chains should have been broken by Angron himself, if Angron, who has not yet ascended to the devil in another world, can know about this... he should also know about it... Die with a smile and return to the Emperor's side.
Elaine knew that these meaningless actions were self-motivated, and the story she knew was by no means so beautiful and innocent. However, everything in front of her never made her feel regretful——
Nuceria's barbaric and bloody slavery system has since been rewritten, and the classes of nobles and slaves have ceased to exist. The technology related to the Butcher's Nail has also been destroyed by her personally. These are the lights that the Chaos Evil God has never shown her. The future, but she relies on her own ability to truly see it.
The country she leads has become truly prosperous and happy.
Elaine knew that there could be no real utopia in the world, and she also knew that if she relied on that cursed knowledge to move forward rashly, she would follow Angron's path at some point in the future, but she might become a person worse than others. An even more corrupt and incompetent Primarch...
but. Now that she has come to a world full of darkness and despair. She has also experienced helplessness, despair, and even had a past where she was about to fall into the control of chaos...
She will never give up on that beautiful vision.
She wanted the possibilities that her inheritance from the Lord of Mankind, her genetic father, had given her when Elaine was in despair.
Now, the strings of fate have been rewritten, and Elaine's efforts to almost cut off the cowardice of the past have been rewarded - when her psychic talent connects these people who smile from the heart, she feels a sense of joy. The incomparable warmth healed her inside.
It is more comfortable than any soft bedding, and warmer than any dazzling warm sun.
"From now on, there will be no more slaves and nobility."
The cold female voice in the past finally softened, and Elaine stared at the sky as if she had let go of everything - the majestic fleet that covered the sky was docked on it, even though the atmosphere obscured by the red sand made it difficult for anyone to spy on it. thing, but the Primarch's extraordinary vision allowed her to spy on that majestic existence.
She felt her vision blurred a little. Maybe it was tears, maybe it was the wind and sand of Nuceria.
Yes, the planet has been truly liberated.
The dreamlike fruit of perfection has been forged. Under the Primarch's leadership, no oppression existed on the planet.
The country called [Holy Mountain] conquered all the red sands, and the gentle-natured Primarch implanted the idea of equality into the land from the very beginning. From then on... the people of Nuceria no longer feared any oppression from the red sand nobles, and the abducted slave gladiators were finally reunited with their relatives.
[...Angron, have you seen it? 】
Completely inconsistent with the strong and resolute appearance, Elaine's soft inner voice was filled with regrets and emotions from another world.
She looked up at Nuceria's dim sky filled with red sand. At this moment, she seemed to see the slave gladiator in another time and space.
The palm of the Primarch released the giant ax named [Freedom], allowing the ferocious giant made of fine steel to sink deeply into the cracks in the masonry.
The tragedy from the past has been completely rewritten, and Elaine no longer needs it.
She chose the gladiatorial arena where Angron was captured and the familiar land where she experienced fighting in endless real illusions as the end of her conquest.
She also chose to give gifts made by herself to this land that had returned to peace.
Elaine knows that her journey is not over yet, and the years will only pass by in the blink of an eye in the next responsibilities.
However, she hoped that Angron's soul could find eternal peace in Nuceria.
It is not only the comfort of the gladiator who fell into eternal rage, but also the self-salvation of Elaine, a prisoner who was once deeply corrupted by Chaos.
[I hope you can return to peace one day. 】
She chanted silently, passing her prayers and thoughts to the Lord of Red Sand in another time and space.
At the same time, she lowered her head slightly and accepted the laurel crowns offered to her by countless sons of the red sand - this symbolized supreme authority and also symbolized the proof of their surrender.
From then on, she was no longer just a saint in the mountain kingdom.
She is the Lord of the Red Sands (Nukeria).
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In the deep and silent space, a curtain of stars dotted the planet shrouded in scarlet sand. The majestic warship docked in orbit looked down on the planet like an emperor sitting on a throne. turmoil.
On the bridge, a majestic and noble golden figure was looking at this magnificent planet.
The face, which is difficult to detect and is hazy, vaguely reveals the emotion called [satisfaction].
