The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

The loyal Erebus is carrying out his plan, preparing to stab Luo Jia and the emperor on his back.

The emperor who was on the front line of the expedition also came to a new human planet.

As the distance gets closer, he can already feel very clearly that there is a genetic primitive in this planet.

Feel free to use psychic energy, and he found the own target.

But soon, when he realized that the other party's condition was not right, his brows frowned.

Although it was only a preliminary observation, he had already discovered that the other party's state was not right.

Amidst some doubts, he led a small group of forbidden troops and teleported directly through psychic energy...

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【Nukoria】

This is a planet with a very good level of technology.

At the very least, it can be regarded as an upper-middle level among many human planets.

In theory, the life level of the residents here should be pretty good.

But the upper-level rulers here are very perverse and violent.

Their favorite way of entertainment is to watch the scene where the gladiators fight each other or the monsters.

The pain and struggle of various gladiators is their best drama.

[Angelan Talke] This name was given by the upper-class dignitaries after Anglang was forced to kill others in his childhood.

The first word represents [Son of the Mountain], and the latter word carries that he is the property of the Talke family.

He does not know the specific identity of own.

Since he climbed out of the own metal object and gained a real sense of consciousness, the first thing he encountered was the battle against a group of alien races in the snow-covered mountains.

It's a bunch of guys with long ears.

They are very strong and hard to deal with.

As for the reason why the opponent would attack Own, Anglang didn't know.

Only knowing that Own's first battle was extremely difficult, and he almost died at the hands of those alien races.

And bad luck didn't let him go. He was seriously injured and dying at the time. He was very unlucky and picked up in the arena and became a gladiator.

Also began an unfortunate life.

Thinking of this, Anglang's eyes flashed slightly.

That is not from sadness, but more from physical pain.

Back then, since he passively became a gladiator, as he won in bloody duels.

He is called [the undefeated].

During that time, an elderly gladiator named Onormouth had been taking care of him.

The other party taught him many things, and he also regarded the other party as his own adoptive father.For him at that time, it was like a bonfire in the cold polar night, making him feel warm for the first time in his life...

But after he won again in a duel.

For the sake of fun, the upper-class dignitaries forcibly arranged a duel between Anglang and Onormouth in a malicious mockery.

Regarding this kind of thing, Angland naturally rejected it on the spot with extremely angry anger!

In order to punish Anglang's refusal, the annoyed upper-class dignitaries forcibly performed a nerve operation called [Butcher's Nail] for him.

This kind of brutal psychic implant surgery will cut through the victim’s skull and cut off a large amount of their brain tissue.

Then, in their brains, spine, and central nerves, a large number of special cable-shaped nails similar to ropes were implanted.

Those deformed and cruel objects, like the hair of a ghost, will replace part of the victim's brain, sting the victim continuously from the nerves, immersing him in anger and madness!

Moreover, as long as other emotions are produced in the victim's brain, the tingling will continue to strengthen.

That feeling.

Just like there are countless barbs with high temperature and electric current, their own nerves are going through their nerves!

It can be described as the ultimate pain!

Even if you don't stimulate [Butcher's Nail], as time goes by.

Those [Butcher's Nails] that are getting deeper and deeper into the body will also infinitely amplify the tingling sensation, and then kill the victim bit by bit...

But after being forced to perform the [Butcher's Nail] operation.

Anglang, who was in a frantic state, was thrown into Onormouth's room by them.

After he regained his sober consciousness reluctantly, he only saw himself covered with blood all over his body and the fragmented Onormouth...

That scene, even after many years, every time Anglang recalled it, he would stimulate the "Butcher's Nail" in his body over and over again, making him feel painful under the dual torment of mind and body.

Today.

Anglang had already escaped from the duel field like The Underworld and became the leader of an insurgent army.

Although this rebel army had only a few thousand men in its heyday.

And now it's in the final stage of being encircled and suppressed, only a dozen remnants will be lingering on the verge of defeat.

But Anglang still had no regrets, and even thought it would be nice to die like this with the glory of a soldier.

Of course, it would be even better if we could kill some more members of the Talke family...

At this time, he looked at the subordinates beside him who were seriously injured and even too hungry to lift their weapons.

Anglang endured the intense pain caused by [Butcher's Nail], and after thinking about it for a while.

He used the knife he carried with him to gouge a large piece of meat on his arm, then cut it into puree, and fed them one by one.

Facing those subordinates who did not want to eat, Anglang shouted sharply:

"Eat it!

In this way, after a while, I will have the strength to continue fighting, and then die with honor!

Instead of dying tragically like a pitiful soft-footed shrimp, his hands and feet are weak! ! "

In this way, after letting them more or less regain some strength, Anglang nodded in satisfaction.

However, at this time, relying on the warrior's intuition and the instinct brought by countless escapes, he keenly sensed the changes in the surrounding air currents!

Without the slightest hesitation, Anglang raised the weapon with blood in his hand, and stabbed to a certain position next to him!

The next moment!

Before he waited for him to straighten his own hand, he stabbed the weapon completely.

An arm wrapped in golden armor grabbed his wrist forcibly.

That kind of huge power, just like heavy machinery, made the sharp blade in Angelang's hand no longer able to move forward!

Obviously, the opponent's strength is far above him.

But before Anglang made his next move, a calm voice appeared in his ears:

"On the twelfth, although you don't know what to call you, you should be able to feel the connection between me and you."

Although the voice was very strange, the strange thing was that at the moment of hearing it, An Gelang subconsciously had a strange idea that he should listen to the other person.

With this feeling, he turned his gaze to the face of the owner of that arm.

Majesty, Sacred.

This is the feeling that Anglang felt in his heart after seeing the other party for the first time.

Moreover, I don't know if it is an illusion. On the other side, he seems to see a perfect version of himself in a daze.

This feeling made Angelang feel extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

"I am your creator, and the special feeling between you and me is proof."

Facing the emperor's answer, although he did not see any actual basis, Anglang instinctively felt that what the other party said should be true.

"Then what do you want to do?"

The emperor released his palm that was holding the opponent's wrist, and replied solemnly:

"I need your help, I need you to conquer the planets for me.

In return, I promise you that you can get a powerful army created in your image, and you will control endless power and glory. "

Hearing this unexpected answer, Anglang's expression was immediately stunned.

Then, he laughed exaggeratedly, and after a while, he looked at the emperor with disdain:

"I am not interested in that kind of thing at all. I have lived on this planet since I was a child.

Today, I will also die on this planet with my own companions. "

Facing this answer, the expression on the emperor's face showed a slight dislike.

He could feel that the Primarch of Gene 12 in front of him had an aversion to himself, and there was something strange in the opponent's body, which made the opponent, who should have been extremely perfect, present a defective product. the quality of……

More than ten minutes passed.

The emperor, who had never succeeded in many conversations, returned to the own battleship with an unhappy mood.

Anglang endured the stinging pain brought by [Butcher's Nail], and looked at the puzzled-faced companions not far away and whispered:

"Be prepared, the battle is about to begin!"

He could feel that the troops sent by the upper-class dignitaries were quickly approaching, and he was far from the opponent's opponent.At this moment, perhaps it is because I feel that my death is approaching.

Anglang suddenly felt relaxed like never before.

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In a battleship in outer space.

Looking at the screen, soldiers with thousands of times more personnel than Anglang and others, wearing power armor and holding power weapons, are about to make direct contact with them.

After all, it is an emperor who can't stand his own important creation, so meaninglessly and completely destroyed.

Condenses own psychic energy.

Forcibly, Anglang, who led his companions to fight against the enemy, was sent to the spacecraft.

And Angerang, who was still in the same place with his own companions in the last second, and came to a strange place in the next second, was very surprised when faced with this situation!

It wasn't until he saw the emperor that he understood what had happened.

At this moment, an angry mood appeared in his heart irresistibly!

Anglang furiously roared: "What have you done! They need me! My companions need me!"

The sharp blade on the waist was pulled out by him directly, pointing towards the emperor!

He sternly said: "Let me go back soon!!"

When he was speaking, from the corner of his eye, on the screen of the battleship, he saw that the own companions were losing the leader's hands and feet and were being hacked and killed by fierce enemies!

The green veins burst from his forehead in an instant!

The surrounding imperial soldiers looked at Anglang, who dared to lift the blade to the emperor, without any hesitation.

Just try to catch it together!

Angerang, in a rage, swung the sharp blade with all his strength in the face of the forbidden army who dared to pounce:

"Quick!! Let me go back!!"

Just over ten seconds.

Relying on the powerful physical fitness brought by the Primarch, the surrounding imperial troops suffered casualties.

But in the next instant, an extremely large psychic energy was applied to Anglang's body, making him unable to make any movements anymore.

It was also at this time, under the glaring gaze of Anglang, the last insurgent on the screen also died tragically under the enemy's butcher's knife with a face of astonishment!

The confused look in his eyes, like a brand, was deeply imprinted in Angelang's heart.

He seemed to hear the other person questioning how he disappeared suddenly.

"Why!! You can save them easily, so why do you choose to look on the sidelines with a plain face?"

"I am the emperor, and my mission is to save human civilization!

On a planet, there are so few insurgents who rebel against slave owners. It is not worth my extra attention. I hope you know how to choose..."

Faced with this direct answer full of contempt, a huge sense of humiliation instantly filled Angelang's heart:

"I should die in Nucoria, but you ruined my glory!! The Anglang that is left now is just a resentful spirit!!"

The emperor used his own psychic energy to restrain him and threw him into the convalescent chamber. He replied:

"So what? For the plan I made for you, a resentful spirit is enough..."

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