Beneath the blood-red evening sun.
Biting gales mixed with fine red sand swept continuously across the dry earth.
Rumble, rumble, rumble—
At this moment, more than a dozen Ground Vehicles carrying hundreds of Gladiators sped madly across Nuceria's red sands.
You casually lifted the Silver Lion Mask from your face.
Your massive body, draped in countless Silvervine Tendrils, stood atop a Ground Vehicle.
A pair of scarlet eyes filled with coldness and bloodlust stared fixedly at the billowing dust on the distant horizon.
It belonged to the High Riders' pursuing force.
With your successful escape, the lofty Slave Masters had been displeased by the uprising of you Gladiator slaves. Countless Praetorian Guard loyal to the High Riders had also sworn to wash away the humiliation with your blood and heads.
"Angron, calculations indicate that the vehicles' fuel reserves are insufficient to sustain your complete escape from the pursuing force. I will mislead the pursuers' tracking equipment and buy you as much time as possible, but you must decide on your next course of action quickly." The mechanical voice of the Abominable Intelligence sounded in your ear once again.
"As long as Nuceria and the High Riders still stand, people like us have no room to choose!"
"However, I believe the High Riders in the Capital City will not allow news of the slave uprising to spread quickly. The cities in other regions may not yet know what has happened. Under cover of night, we will attack a city and obtain more supplies and weapons from within!"
"As for the target, we'll choose the city where your true body is located. I hope your fully activated capabilities won't disappoint me!"
You murmured to the Abominable Intelligence in a low voice.
You immediately let out a low roar toward everyone in the