Dark red rolling waves are brewing in the clouds in Dulan. In the blink of an eye, there are flashes of lightning and silver snakes everywhere. The dark sky is about to be stormy, accompanied by muffled rumbling thunder and accumulation of hot cumulus clouds.
Together, they filled everyone's hearts with an extremely depressing atmosphere.
Under the whimpering sky, two giant beasts, sometimes great and sometimes crazy, were fighting selflessly. The bloody light gently brushed through their armor, illuminating every inch of the cracks and cracks caused by the ferocious offensive.
Wound.
Compared with the previous [click to stop], now the two legion masters have fallen into a violent rage. They collide, hit, hurt and hate each other, and the crazy sword blades and ax blades are in the genetic source.
Driven by the body, the tiger became powerful, biting the somewhat worn-out armor with all its heart. After the sparks were splashed, blood spread freely, like an overturned oil drum, dripping thick petals all the way, from the magnificent
The main hall extends to the end of the corridor.
The two primarchs were immersed in the purest and most sudden rage. Although the reasons for their rage were completely different, this did not prevent the battle from continuing. They struggled with each other in the corridors and shadows, through the layers of doors and debris.
Yuan, grabbed the opponent's shoulders and sword, and smashed the opponent into the pure stone pillars everywhere. Amidst the flying sand and dust, it was like two wild wild bears biting each other.
Zhuang Sen's exquisite double-winged helmet has completely turned into a piece of scrap metal. The angel wings on both sides of the helmet seem to have been violently broken and have long since disappeared. Ruth's situation is also very panic: a
The ferocious sword mark pierced his left shoulder and extended all the way to the lower left side of his neck. This was the result of a life-and-death struggle between the two sides. When Zhuang Sen's sword edge pressed against the wolf's neck, the whistling battle ax was not far away.
His temple was only one step away.
In the end, Leman Russ had no intention of retreating. The Lion King gritted his teeth and kicked his brother, causing the Fenrisian to smash through the two-story wall and roll all the way outside. This finally ended
A stupid situation where we both die together.
Then, he raised his sword and chased after him. In the next room, the two original bodies fought again.
[You are simply a madman! Leman Russ! A savage madman!]
Zhuang Sen's roar exploded in countless corridors, which was the total explosion of anger accumulated in the fights between him and the Wolf King, almost to the death time and time again.
"Fenris is indeed not a good place, my brother, but at least it has sunshine and fresh air, which is much better than some grove with nothing but flies and mud: am I right, grove overlord?
"
[Next time, remember to hold on to your weapons, Arachos.]
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When the young warriors in the tribe dueled because of some quarrels, comparisons or even just to kill time, their attitudes were even more brutal and devoted than in real battles, but this was nothing, even for the two young Finns who were furious.
Lysian warriors, after they have a real fight, a good fist fight, a banquet and a drunken moment can turn the page of the previous fight and disappear in the heartfelt laughter.
Morgan's fingers twisted the staff in her hand, and with a gentle spell, a curved blade appeared at the top of the staff.
The Lion King's peripheral vision swept across his advisors and blood relatives. He did not speak, but after confirming that Morgan was looking at him, he raised his chin in the direction of Leman Russ.
[So, you accept it, a duel, Russ.]
Morgan didn't wait too long. Soon, the noisiest footsteps sounded at the end of the corridor. Almost in the next second, a group of dark black and iron gray figures appeared from the corner.
, scrambling to find his original body in the direction of blood drops and destruction.
Countless runes and anti-psionic pendants emitted light under the urging of the wearer or their own reaction mechanisms, or they emitted ancient sounds belonging to Fenris, but all this was fleeting, and Morgan just evoked her
At the corner of his lips, the runes that the Space Wolves were proud of dimmed one by one, as if the scattered sparks were swallowed up by the night one by one.
[Of course, I can't help. After all, it's a problem that Johnson can't solve. It can be called unsolvable in this galaxy. It's hard for you to imagine how great your genetic father is.
, after all, you can’t reach his height at all.】
"You have made a mistake, my brother, a mistake like Magnus's."
"You shouldn't trust psychic powers so much, Jonson, and you shouldn't let a mere mortal advisor of yours stand in the way of my heir."
On the other side, she lightly snapped her fingers, and then, with the sound of metal friction, the knight's battle ax was pulled out and thrown at his feet at any time.
But when he saw the small mountain of Space Wolves...
They rushed out of the wall and out of the fortress, leaving the battle and the heirs far behind, and came under the blood-red sky: this was already the top of the palace, and the wide platform was originally Du
The viewing area used by Tyrant Lan to overlook his country and people has now become a high-quality open-air duel pit.
The Wolf King just raised his head and laughed.
Morgan, who was slightly nodding and lowering his eyebrows, raised her chin. As her blue pupils suddenly grew larger, her pale lips collided lightly with her teeth, and an invisible cold wave swept through everyone in an instant.
Space Wolves.
Zhuang Sen clenched his teeth and squeezed out every angry word from between his teeth. Even all the previous fighting and fighting did not arouse his overwhelming anger like this sentence. He just rushed forward, and it was even more brutal.
The fighting began.
Along with her movements, there was obviously some slight divergence in the wave that was rushing here: Arachos, who was leading the Dark Angel, looked at the line. Although he was muttering silently in his heart, when he thought of the person in front of him,
The silver-haired lady's [great achievements] made the knight involuntarily slow down a step: anyway, the sound of fighting between the original bodies could be clearly heard, and the situation was not that urgent.
"You still like to play with words so much, my brother, that for a moment, I even thought you were Magnus or our little Robert."
[Now, this is a duel, not a gladiatorial battle, Russ.]
A sarcastic smile appeared on the Wolf King's face.
[If I were you, I wouldn't stand here. At least I would line up in two commensurate queues. Okay, don't always think about going in and taking a look. You can't help. 】
"You are the fool, my brother. You are as arrogant as you are stupid, Jonson."
To be on the safe side, he took another step back.
But Zhuang Sen was not infected by this cheerful laughter at all. He clenched the sword in his hand tightly, anger boiling in his soul, but his face showed a terrifying seriousness.
【Cherish it, you guys.】
In an instant, the waves of subspace let out a low roar, and the invisible air waves swept over all the descendants of Russ. The ice cracked, landslides and landslides occurred, and the wolves of Fenris were all destroyed without even a roar.
Caught in the storm awakened by a whisper from Morgan.
The seventy best descendants of Russ were like fruit flies that had stepped into a spider web. They froze in place for an instant, even maintaining the same posture as the previous second: running, roaring, or glaring with anger.
, those majestic bodies that can withstand tons of power armor now only have a pair of pupils that can barely function, and these pupils are now staring at the silver-haired mortal in front of them.
Morgan nodded and informed, the next second, Kraken's Bite flew to Russ's hand. The Wolf King hesitated for a moment, took it, and with a casual wave of his other hand, Arachos' giant ax
Deeply embedded in the wall.
Zhuang Sen did not speak. His sword blade flew in the heavy rain, turning into a crazy whirlwind and sweeping away towards his duel opponent.
On the other side, Arachos grasped his battle ax tightly. His mood was inevitably unhappy because of these words, and he was even full of thoughts of going up to fight.
Regret flashed in Morgan's eyes.
"The future planned by our father is so radiant. Only the purest and most innocent people can live in it, such as our Guilliman, and you think he would let a person full of little secrets
The guy is standing there?”
On the contrary, Blackblood, the original bodyguard of the Wolf King of Fenris, suddenly quickened his pace the moment he heard the sound of fighting. The wolves kept roaring and completely surpassed the Dark Angel beside him in the blink of an eye.
Leman Russ wasn't angry, at least it didn't look like he was. He laughed and responded to his brother's outburst with a gentle, sarcastic tone.
Zhuang Sen let out a huge laugh.
In the fortress, the roar of battle seemed fleeting, but it still did not escape the ears of the two Primarchs.
Ah, it's just some fierce advice, and he must be able to accept it.
She smiled, licked her lips, and slowly raised her slender fingers into the air until all the Space Wolves could see it, and then waved it out.
At this moment, the sound of psychic fluctuations echoed in the heavy rain. The silver-haired lady stepped through the illusory door and came to the edge of the duel venue. The sword of the Wolf King floated beside her: Kraken.
Shit, that sword looks about the same height as her.
[Only you will go back to your wolf den after the expedition is over, Russ. No matter which future it is, there will be no need for barbarians, but as long as the war continues, I will never lose my role, idiot.]
She even felt that some of the resentment accumulated in this battle seemed to have disappeared as the wolves flew in the air, which made her look expectantly at the Dark Angel beside her.
If I had known better, I would have been gentler and saved a few Space Wolves.
She spoke, casually looking at the silent Dark Angels, while telling her words piecemeal.
The two legion masters rushed into the pouring rain. They kept a safe distance from each other, holding their weapons tightly, panting. Both of them were bent over, leaning forward, and looking at each other constantly.
Looking for holes in the other person's arms and thighs.
With the roar of thunder, as a warm welcome to the emperor's heir, the writhing silver snake called for the sweltering rainstorm to sweep in, mercilessly slapping on the forehead and eyebrows, competing for the front row of this century showdown.
"Whatever you want, let's get started. Do you want me to sing a song to cheer you up?"
Facing this gaze, Arachos lowered his head cautiously and found that he seemed to be still a little far away from the line.
【I've been thinking about doing this for a while.】
Isn't it the same now?
[As for you, Ms. Morgan, I hope you can make sure that no one will interrupt this duel, I mean, no one.]
She waved it, cutting through the scattered dust and sand in front of her. In the blink of an eye, following her will, a straight and extremely eye-catching tangent line appeared on the ground, running horizontally through the entire passage: the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
She crossed her legs and leaned on the invisible psychic throne. One hand was holding her face and hair, the staff was floating in the air, and the other hand was casually dismantling the Space Wolf.
hill, lest the fainting sons of Russ crush him to death.
She complained in her heart.
[We are the Emperor's First Legion! We have no secrets!]
Morgan rubbed his fingers and let out a chuckle: There were no casualties, and there was no delay in the mission. It was just that these Space Wolves needed to sleep for about one Terran standard hour. Of course, the sleeping conditions did not seem to be good.
"Get out of the way! You little brat!"
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[Idiot! Barbarian! Wild dog on Fenris! No one likes you! You good-for-nothing bastard! 】
Perfect.
The Dark Angels raised their heads, only to find that they were shrouded in shadow: this shadow was none other than the Space Wolves flying over their heads one by one, continuously, like wind and clouds, and violent spiritual energy flow in one breath.
After spinning them three thousand times, he vomited these guys with rising gastric juice aside, forming a hill full of vomit.
The Wolf King held his sword, looking for a feel in his hand. His loose mentality and burning anger supported him to continue this battle, instead of bowing his head and admitting defeat in order to escape from it.
[Really, can't you learn from your genetic father? How lucky you are to have one of the best among the Primarchs to lead you to war and victory. I even worship him. 】
Morgan looked at her fingers and casually used words to provoke the Dark Angels who had remained silent. Unfortunately, despite this, she still got only silence instead of some indignant warriors.
She whispered softly.
The Wolf King smiled casually, and the Lion King's calm movements and face did not make him feel alert at all. There have been too many such scenes in his life, especially when he was on Fenris.
[If the Great Crusade ends today, then when the sun rises tomorrow, the entire galaxy will not remember your name! You only deserve to go back to your smelly wolf den!]
Jonson's tone had returned to his normal indifference, the calmest, most dangerous and most ready indifference. He turned around and spoke to Morgan in a rather serious and formal tone.
Seeing that Morgan showed no signs of retreating, Black Blood couldn't help shouting, but at the moment when the words were spoken, his iron boots stepped on a nearly perfect and fragile tangent.
Morgan nodded. Her and Zhuang Sen's eyes intertwined for a moment in the rain, and then they finished their words. The silver-haired lady randomly turned around and walked towards the only entrance to the observation deck, and her figure disappeared into the shadows.
among.
"A psyker and my army? Oh, that's not fair at all."
【yes……】
The Lion King was also laughing, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and he let out a malicious sneer.