Son of the True Liberator (2)

When the Liberation Army marched down their mountain, the nobles of Nuceria bore grim masks and resolute expressions as they realized that they're now fighting for their survival. All the while, the Liberation Army marches towards the cities of Nuceria for one reason only: the liberty and freedom of the oppressed, downtrodden and the persecuted.

Although the Liberation Army is huge, well-prepared and well-supplied throughout the years of attacking Nuceria's supplies, the Liberation Army's greatest strength would be its leader. The symbol of freedom and liberty, with the emblem of a combined pickaxe and sword emblazoned upon his cape, giving the dreams of hope amongst their army. His gleaming black-red Netherite armor providing a sense of security amongst the army and his two axes imposing fear amongst the Liberation's enemies.

And for Angron, he knew that his presence alone could change the tide of battle. This was immediately proven true when he ordered the Liberation Army to stand down whilst he personally decimated every single army that the first city the Liberation Army was to about take. Each swing of his two mighty axes splitting numbers of soldiers, the savagery of the combat before them wearing down army morale they have under the staggering onslaught that lies before them. Not before long, the army broke as tens and eventually, hundreds of soldiers threw their weapons to the ground, their bodies surrendering before the general that decimated them all.

The Liberation Army cheered for their leader whilst the shattered army groveled before the war-god they've angered, whimpering and cowering under the gaze of Angron. When the city opened its gates, with the heads of the nobles that player their cruel games amongst the population being presented to him, Angron roared his victory as the army cheered alongside him.

The defeated army could only slump as they waited for the eventual death. Angron, knowing that these soldiers were only fighting to save their lives, looked at them.

"Stand." Angron commanded as the soldiers looked at the demigod in surprise, "I know of your suffering, of the tribulations you're forced to choose. I am Angron! Son of the Liberator, the Unseen Guardian of the Lower Plains! And I'm here to lead the army behind me not for carnage nor slaughter, but to change the corrupt system that has enveloped this planet!" Silence reigned upon his rumbling announcement as the downtrodden soldiers looked at him, alongside the Liberation Army, whose cheers had been rendered silent, "The days of fear for one's family and safety is coming to an end! The high-riders and nobles who play upon you like puppets on a string are about to meet their end! Join me and together, we will free the planet from oppression and tyranny!"

The broken army looked upon the Army of Liberation, the sun of Nuceria beaming upon them as if they've been given the sign of approval from the Gods. The army before him looked at Angron with hope in their eyes before they stood up, arms raised to the sky as they shouted his name.

"Angron! Angron! Angron!"

Angron smiled savagely as the battlefield around him roared his name.

The armies that were sent after them were befallen upon encountering Angron's martial might: his Netherite armor mending itself every time he kills an enemy whilst his mighty war axes reign havoc across the battlefield. The threat of the high-riders and decadent nobles were meaningless against Angron's assault as they surrendered themselves to the giant that has the capacity to rip and tear numerous vehicles apart with his bare hands.

The numerous fortress-cities that litter the planet were laid to siege as the Liberation Army conducted espionage tactics, utilizing the connections that the Son of the Liberator had cultivated throughout his journey across Nuceria. Every time the Liberation Army neared a fortress-city, it would suddenly find itself engulfed in rebellion with the Liberation Army laying sieges and supporting the rebellions occurring within the fortress-cities.

To this, the nobles responded by sending their elite warriors: gladiators that served as entertainment for the decedent masses of the nobility and the newly-captured slaves with all of them being imbued with the accursed Butcher's Nail. An archeotech that allows those imbued with it endless rage and wrath at the expense of their mind, lost to the rage induced by the nails.

When those who're imbued with the Butcher's Nails, the battlefield would stall as the Liberation Army found itself bending against their ferocity.

Angron, seeing and sensing the state the berserkers are in, sheathed his war axes and instead of killing them outright, merely incapacitated them with the Liberation Army allowing the Lord of the Red Plains to disarm them all and attempting to reach out to the raging berserkers with impassionate words.

To the surprise of those watching, the berserkers, with their mind addled by the accursed Butcher's Nails, find clarity within Angron's words. Some begged for Angron to kill them, their guilt reaching a plateau whilst others wanted to be cured by their malice yet almost all of them wanted a chance for vengeance. Vengeance against the cruel masters that did this to them.

Angron agreed and gave it to them as those cursed by the Butcher's Nails run rampant against those who tortured them for their own entertainment and although Angron knows deep down that is a cruel form of vengeance, in his mind, those who're ruling the planet absolutely deserves it.

And so, as Angron and the Liberation Army marched across Nuceria bringing freedom and liberty to the oppressed, the more the nobles of Nuceria resisted: unleashing untold horrors and weaponry that could devastate an entire army. Sadly for them, all of their weapons were useless against Angron's physical might as he personally ensured the safety of the Liberation Army whilst the army themselves took over the cities and conducted thorough purges of those who ruined the lives of many people.

Numerous kingdoms and city states fell and by the end of the liberation war, only the city-state Desh'ea of the clan Thal'kr remained. Angron personally led the siege as he cut through the city's adamantine gates, the nobility of the city being cut down as he proclaimed that the War of Liberation has ended, with Angron holding the head of the leader of clan Thal'lr.

Blood, sweat and tears had flown through the rivers of Nuceria but by the end of it all, the planet that suffered under the cruelty of its nobles and high-riders was finally free.

Despite the path changing heavily than he used to remember, with flowers protruding on the side of the mountain and torches that are carved into the mountain, Angron still felt nostalgic as he ascended the steps of the mountain and to the village. He's certain that it was his father that had built the stairs. Who in this planet could build a perfect set of stairs that disregards the fundamental laws of gravity except for his father.

He would know, after all.

As he neared the village, Angron could see his father on the center of the village, a gaggle of children playing about him. His father instinctively looked at Angron, his face morphing into a grin as he delicately removed the children from his lap before giving Angron a bone-crushing hug to which Angron reciprocated.

"I'm back, father." Angron simply said as the two took a step back, with his father looking at him intently before nodding.

"So, you are." His father said back, the two simply enjoying each other presence before Angron broke it.

"The world is liberated." Angron began to say, "And I'd like for you to help me guide the planet, as you did before you found me. And..." He gestured below the mountain, "If possible, help me find a way to help them recover from their malice."

Steven walked to the edge of the mountain to look at where his son was pointing and he grimaced, his brows furrowing as he saw men, women and children with iron coils on their heads, their faces looking more of a beast than a person, "I see... so these are the people with the Butcher's Nails on their head, huh..."

"Yes. Their circumstances are most gruesome and I promised all of them my word that I'd found them a way to remove the Butcher's Nails." Angron explained as his father hummed, his father's gaze still lingering at the people below before turning to Angron and giving him a playful slap on the chest.

"Luckily for you, Angron, I do have a solution to your problem. Though, it might take a while to gather enough resources to fully heal them all." His father answered and Angron grinned as he laughed, his booming voice roaring across the village and into the mountain below.

"You truly have an answer to everything, father. I thank you once again, father, for allowing them a chance to live again." Angron thanked as his father blushed, blushed!, at his son's words.

"Bah. Don't mention it. Besides, we'll have to go exploring in order to secure the resources needed anyway." His father grumbled but Angron noted it was twinged with loneliness.

Angron put a hand on his father's shoulders, the two experiencing a needed moment of silence.