Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 242 This will be the beginning of a very interesting reading lesson

The first person to be chopped off was the head of a young Guardsman. He seemed to blink in surprise, confused as to why the things in the soil under his feet appeared higher than himself, and also seemed to wonder why he I can see my own back.

His mechanical silver vine twitched with the final vegetative response of his nerves and hugged his headless body tightly.

Angron ignored the flash of pain in his heart.

The little red-haired boy was surprised to find someone putting him in his arms, chest, and heart.

This is where……?
He sniffed and blinked.

Well, the stands covered with gems and gold look so high, so high. It turns out that they are only at this height. I can actually jump up!

When the warrior holding a strange ax suddenly appeared in his hand with a burst of crackling lightning, like a tiger rushing into the sheepfold, he chopped off the heads of these fat-minded tall riders in the crowd. The arena fell into an eerie silence again.

Then a chaotic sound wave erupted. There were only a few people running away, shouting at the guards, and crying. More spectators with protruding eyes and bloodshot eyes fanatically shouted for him and raised their arms for him.

"Angron!" they screamed, while watching the heads of the nobles roll down one by one, dressing themselves up like gods. The blood of the high horsemen was splashed wantonly on the red soil of the pit, and the beastmen The blood of the lowly slaves and the berserker warriors who had been lost by the nails seeped into the sand and mixed together. The same bright red color made it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

"Angron!" They watched in fascination as he slaughtered the nobles' high platform, and the broken limbs and heads flew into the air. Wherever he went, he was like a mill of flesh and blood and a hurricane of sharp blades, leaving stars dotted with silvery white. The blood and flesh from the implants splashed on their heads, and they stretched out their hands to catch the flesh and blood with a cheerful smile——

The grand banquet dedicated to the gods began, and the red light on the officiant's body became more and more obvious, like a king's robe. Any injuries he suffered were completely healed when a new head fell to the ground, screaming. The remaining high horsemen and the nobles who came after him only dared to fire their various weapons at him from a distance. Those weapons could not even touch him. The more he slashed, the stronger he became, and the more he slashed, the stronger he became - the god was satisfied. Use the gifts received to build a new hill next to the throne.

——They only need someone to bleed on their behalf. No one wants to be the one who bleeds, and they don’t care whose blood belongs to them. The moment the bleeding person becomes an object in their eyes, he can no longer be regarded as a "person".

——They use the blood of others to numb their own souls, so that they can turn a blind eye to the real evil.

——Why don’t these people run away? Aren't they afraid?

"Angron!" They seemed to have completely forgotten that a moment ago they were trying to use nails to force him, to use nails to kill him, or that they were discussing how many nails would be needed to kill their arena star. Let them revel in the blood he shed——

- So they are evil?

Someone sat next to the red-haired boy.

He looked at him with wide golden eyes. This man was different from anyone he had ever seen. He was very tall, even taller when he wore serious and thick black armor. He was taller than any barbarian he had ever seen. But Angron Tarke naturally knew in his heart that he would never exceed his height.

The man was wearing a hood, and when he took it off and faced the boy with his face, the boy saw soft, short, neatly trimmed hair that had changed from blonde to a lighter blonde due to the passage of time, psychic abilities. A crown of thorns composed of lightning and the tranquil baby blue eyes that shine with wisdom and age.

--Who are you?

——I am Julius Robert Omar. ——Sounds like a noble name.

——And I was once a slave.

--once? Didn't you then?

——Yes, I later met my lord and my father, and from then on I was no longer a slave.

——Uh, but you call him my lord.

——Ah, that is not the master, Angron, that is the name for the person you respect, love and admire, and who you truly want to drive for.

——Isn’t that different?

--no the same. After I gave up the bliss of ignorance and voluntarily knew more truth, I knew that I was given the true love and freedom of all people. And after that, I made my choice to call him my Lord and my Father again.

The boy sniffed.

-That sounds really good. I have it too...I have Oinomouth too! Although he didn't know much, he taught me everything. He was a truly good person.

——Indeed. Oh, did you see that? He fought his way to the last tall rider in Deshii.

——I saw it! He is so powerful! So powerful, but he is completely different from those berserker warriors with nails in their heads! He could actually calmly control his ax to stop! It's amazing. I've never seen someone kill like this and still be able to control themselves. Is he selecting people to clean the battlefield? What is he assigning to them next? Everyone seemed to be cheering up, it was incredible! They all listened to him without any battle!

The boy looked around.

——His heart is so strong and hard yet so warm and delicate. I have never seen anyone with such a will... If only I could become like this!

A smile appeared on the priest's lips.

--Will do.

He stood up and took down from his waist a large, thick book hanging from a chain and unusually beautifully bound. It seemed to be made of some kind of leather paper.

The boy's eyes were immediately attracted to this book, not only because he had rarely seen such things up close, but also because of the deep-seated instinctive need for knowledge or something similar that was prewritten in his blood and bone marrow. Totally inspired the moment I saw it.

——Are you literate? not understand well? It's okay, I'll teach you, Angron. Come on, let's read it together, it will be the beginning of a very interesting reading lesson.

(End of this chapter)