It was howling, a silent howl, a howl that could only be made by a pitiful beast that had lost its self and was being wantonly manipulated by countless silk threads and steel cables.

The Primarch's pupils radiated a dangerous light.

Zhuang Sen raised his sword and stood on the ground, making an extremely harsh sound.

[To this day, no human being has ever dared to challenge me in the forest. 】

His voice was like the judgment of the gods, reverberating among millions of towering trees, traveling on countless mountain peaks, until it disappeared at the end of the horizon and spread to the most distant places.

In the next moment, much later, in the second when the Primarch's two hearts beat together, Jonson finally waited for a response.

That's laughter.

Cold, empty, chaotic, meaningless laughter, they seem to come from the sky, and they seem to come from some expressionless face.

[Then I would like to ask, do those of your kind often do this? 】

The air was quiet for a moment.

Zhuang Sen rolled his Adam's apple and made a muffled sound.

He pulled out the sword and listened to the smiles coming from all directions. They were like hungry snakes, greedily surrounding him and unwilling to leave.

The Primarch's eyes shone with a glare that could kill a hundred Astartes.

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【I once fought in the forest.】

【Fight with beasts.】

【Fight against hunger.】

【Fight with the most primitive desire.】

【Fight against those huge monsters that are cunning and cunning, even better than humans. 】

【Fight against the dark abandonment, compromise, escape and madness in your heart.】

[Even fighting the forest itself...]

[To this day, all battles will have only one outcome. 】

【And you.】

【……】

【There will be no exception.】
Chapter completed!