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Angron knew very little about the world - based on the information provided by the Entants, he could only draw one conclusion.

Be careful yourself.

The tree man did not hide anything, and revealed all the information it knew. This is a world with many powerful people, and it has a little implication with He Shenyan in the dark.

And these Xu's involvement has also become the key to saving him.

The Lord of Red Sand lifted his legs and walked forward. He was not walking fast, but he was more careful than he was. Huge trees obscured the sky, completely obscuring even the view of the sky. The ground was extremely muddy, and without the help of the magnetic boots, he would probably struggle.

There are many wild animals in the forest, and one of them seems to be the overlord of this place. They are a giant bear, even taller than Angron.

Fortunately, these giant bears are not stupid. They can feel the cruel sense of threat from Angron, and without him driving them away, they spontaneously give way, and they don't even dare to approach him.

After about half an hour, he finally walked out of this dark forest with vast landforms. What appeared before us was a vast plain, fertile land and lush weeds. However, it seemed a little weird.

The analysis function of the helmet has already been activated, however, no trace of human presence has been detected. It stands to reason that such fertile land will attract many herdsmen - Angron can see the sheep that are grazing leisurely, but only half of them can't be seen.

After a while, he raised his head, stared at the huge tree far in the sky, raised his hand to feel the golden light it radiated, and then removed his helmet.

—With some kind of anger, the Lord of Red Sand took a deep breath of this otherworldly air.

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Storm Hills, that's an old name. Some people speculate that it is because of the ancient castle on the hill, Wind Yarn City, and some scholars say that it is because of the never-ending howling storm on the hill.

"Fairy Wood"

What is the truth, it has already disappeared in the wind like the owner of the Wind Yarn City. All that was left was the castle, the storm, and a ruin.

Today, the pre-level ruins below the hill have a special visitor.

He's a bad guy, obviously.

Tall as a giant, with a ferocious helmet, dark armor, and a blood-red cloak behind him.

Nobles don't wear this, they prefer ornate armor. Adventurers don't wear it like this, they like light leather armor, and knights don't wear it like this, they don't have the qualifications. I am afraid that only the demigods would like such armor, and I am afraid that only they can afford such armor.

A person who is qualified to wear such a heavy armor like a fortress on the ground must not be an ordinary person. If I had to say it, it was only weird that he was unarmed.

Therefore, the captain of the soldiers in the ruins in front of the checkpoint, a low-level knight quickly greeted him. His intention was to say hello, but the giant didn't even look at him.

Unfamiliar syllables burst out of the mouth, cold, chilling, terrifying. The captain of the soldier trembled uncontrollably, and put his hand on his waist, but before his hand was placed on the grip, a hand had already strangled his neck.

In his eyes, the world seemed to be pitch black. Everything quickly disappeared, leaving only the shadow in front of him. Terrifying, deep, massive—and with a chill that makes one's soul freeze.

Immediately after that, there was a sentence that he couldn't understand at all, but he could still understand its meaning from the few syllables.

He didn't need to know what it meant, because he had seen it through the scarlet eyepiece.

With a click, he died.

Throwing down the still warm corpse, Angron heard a loud horn. It brought a wicked grin to the corner of his mouth—good, very good.

Raising his right hand, he pulled out a giant axe wrapped in golden lightning from the void. The exaggerated amplitude and ferocious shape made it look like a natural deterrent, not to mention that it had already begun to spill out from behind Angron. The blood splattered out. They wrap around his armor and look very snug.

Red and black, lightning and axe—the giant raised his hand and moved his foot. The ground trembled, and the soldiers stared blankly at the giant in front of them.

what is this?

Is this... the enemy?

Are we going to fight such an enemy?

Their questions were destined to go unanswered, because Angron knew his purpose from the start. He came here to kill, to pave a way for himself with the corpses of many strong men. The end of this road is He's life.

Moreover, these soldiers are not human in his eyes, and it is difficult to say that they are subspecies. They had the shape and appearance of humans, but they were rotten inside, filled with the same rotten smell as the giant tree, which made people sick and hated him.

He just simply stepped forward to them and swung his axe.

"Boom—!"

It is difficult to say that this is the sound of thunder, more like the roar of some kind of giant beast. In the eyes of the soldiers, they couldn't even catch the trajectory of the blow, and in the thunder, they shivered, they collapsed - and then, they died.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, and the smell of burnt lake and smoke were everywhere. Angron raised his legs and stepped over their corpses with a blank face, suddenly realizing that his heart was as hard as iron, probably one of the reasons why the Emperor insisted on him coming.

If Sanguinius or Fulgrim were here, they would probably use more gentle means. But he is different. In his heart, these alien races are different from He Shenyan. There's no comparison between them, not even enough for him to show a shred of courtesy.

He had already felt that somewhere on the hill, there was an aura that belonged to a strong man—just thinking about it, Angron raised his head abruptly, and a sinister smile appeared on his face under his helmet. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of some kind of heavy object falling to the ground, a calm, wise, but unforgivable voice slowly sounded in the smoke and dust: "What atrocity...! Who are you?! How dare you fight against gold The genus of the tree committed such a cruel crime?!"

In its eyes, Angron did not answer its question. Just arrogantly carrying the axe and standing where he was. There was nothing in those blood-red eyes, only calm nothingness—the next second, what it thought, Angron's face suddenly dissolved.

Showing a face that made it stunned, that firm, unshakable will made it startled slightly, and then, it heard a cold voice.

"bring it on."

It doesn't understand the meaning, but it can be seen from Angron's actions.

The battle has already begun.