"Welcome to the Indomitable Truth."

Zahariel took off his helmet, revealing his usual happy face.

"Although I may have said it before, please let me repeat it again. You must be excellent, Ms. Morgan. Not all mortals can be allowed or approved to set foot on this battleship full of glorious history."

"Besides the Emperor's ship, the Indomitable Truth is the most powerful force in the galaxy."

Zahariel's voice was filled with joy, but his joy ended there, because when they just left the deck and walked into the corridor of the battleship, a Dark Angel appeared from the shadows.

This Johnson heir is wearing a set of ancient MK II power armor. The painting symbolizing the Terra Unification War is placed in the most eye-catching position on the shoulder armor, while other parts of the shoulder armor are densely covered with

There are so many medals, ribbons and honorary marks symbolizing victory that even the huge pair of shoulder pads of the power armor cannot fit inside.

He didn't speak, but quietly took a step forward and stood in front of Zahariel, blocking his progress.

The cheerful Caliban was stunned for a moment, and then showed a somewhat helpless expression. He said goodbye to Morgan, then turned and left.

Then, the veteran's eyes moved to Morgan. He still said nothing, just looked at her, then opened a door and walked into another corridor.

Morgan followed, and they kept changing routes in the bright passages. Occasionally, voices could be heard through the walls. The silver-haired lady's ears could catch the words of the mortal crew members. They were walking in the corridors on the bright side.

Talking about everything.

The silent trek of the two silent people lasted for about half a Terra standard hour, until Morgan turned another corner following the silent guide, and her vision broadened in an instant.

It was an arena, a place that was too spacious for two gladiators. It had a pure black curtain and a dark blue floor. Weapon racks were placed at the edge, and there were weapons racks that were probably bigger than Morgan's now.

Weapons that looked even taller, she could see swords, spears and shields, and among these weapons, there were some objects that made her feel uncomfortable.

But all this is beside the point.

In front of the huge [statue] standing in the center of the arena, these are not the important points.

The figure of the Dark Angel had once again disappeared into the shadows, and after a brief stay, Morgan slowly walked towards the arena.

And the moment she officially walked in.

[The statue] came to life.

As if awakening from an ancient slumber, he slowly raised his head and began to breathe, and the temperature seemed to become colder.

Morgan just looked at him.

She looked at the overly huge shadow, the terrifying giant sword in his hand, and his pure black armor and cloak. She knew that what was wrapped in this metal was something more terrifying than metal.

And just when she was thinking briefly, one of the [Statue's] hands picked up his sword and stuck it aside. He spoke, and his voice was like cold thunder.

Morgan raised her head, she was waiting for words, waiting for what her brother, Jonson, would say.

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【Attack me.】

He said.

【Do your best.】

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Morgan did not speak or respond. She just waved her staff, and a storm that could kill any Astartes swept through the space.

Zhuang Sen, on the other hand, remained silent as he drew his sword. The air wave alone was enough to cut the throat of the Space Marine.

At this moment, Ran Dan's scene on the fighting moon has completely become a broken reflection in endless years.

The silent fight in front of us is the real first meeting of this pair of blood brothers and sisters who are equally deadly, equally ruthless, equally terrifying, and can be called mirror images.
Chapter completed!