The gods are above! This damned traitor!

Canranta the Purifier was consumed by the anger in his heart, and his eyes were consumed by absolute glory, so that he couldn't see who the opponent in front of him was.

"Suffer death! Traitor! ”

Canranta immediately charged in place, then galloped. With the help of the powerful components of his legs, the mechanical star spirit transformed into a sword that pierced Opicles.

And at the moment when his father's voice sounded, Opicles' heart jumped instantly.

He had forgotten that he was a warrior with a record of killing Dark Templars and hybrids, and that he had lost an arm in the assassination he had just done. All he has now is helplessness and disappointment.

The scarred hybrid marauder watched as the terrifying zealot of combat strength rushed towards the mission he needed to protect, and in the rage that swelled in his heart, the two hybrids forced themselves to the ground and allowed themselves to fight.

It would take time for the hybrid to drive itself into battle, and in this short moment, the purifier's golden blade of light had already slashed together with the blue blade of light in Opicles' hand, and in the collision between them, gold and blue psionic lightning burst out in all directions.

The severed limb deprived the fanatic of most of his strength, and in the special circumstances of the enemy he faced, he could not even exert one-tenth of his usual strength.

"You have betrayed us! Betrayed us all! ”

Realizing that he could not use his strength to unilaterally overwhelm the traitor in front of him, the Purifier took a step back and stabbed the Zealot with sharp blades on his left and right.

One-armed, single-edged. Opiclius doesn't have many chances to deal with Canranta's double-edged strikes, and with two blades flanking from both sides at the same time, all he can do is change his life – or run away.

Faced with his father, whom he had respected all his life, Opicis was completely unable to live up to the call of life. And as a warrior, he couldn't face the way to escape. All he could do was repel his father's attack.

Bending over, kicking, and boasting all his life, Canranta didn't expect that the original pair of fanatics could still use the shameless way of kicking, and in an instant, the purifier who was still dominant was immediately kicked out.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Embarrassed, Canranta slammed into the ground, then bounced up and fell to the ground. The metal joints creaked, and the warrior stood up on the ground.

The two hybrids finally stabilized the surging psionic energy in their bodies, and they stood up and stared at the purifier who had fallen to the ground, something called anger in their eyes. And the moment the hybrids were ready to charge, Opichris immediately stopped in their tracks.

"Stop now! It's my battle! ”

Indeed, the struggle between father and son is absolutely not allowed to interfere with others. Although the hybrids were unaware of the relationship between the zealot and the vigilant, they chose to follow orders - but they lingered outside the fight, and if they found anything wrong, they would have gone to save Opicles.

Canranta, who had risen silently, was silent, glaring at Opicles with eyes that could not express emotion like light bulbs, and the hand that supported her body began to tremble under the extreme anger of her personality.

Having been knocked down once, Canranta charged again, and the blade that was enough to kill his own son did not hesitate to point directly at Opicles' head.

The clumsy and stupid movements were easily avoided by Opicis with unloading, but due to the pain from the wound and the emptiness caused by the escape of psionic energy, the fanatic's face was cut open with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

The wound burned by the psionic energy was stimulating Opicles' nerves, and for a moment, his spirit became in a trance.

Ah, that's my father! That's my father!

Canranta, who was unloaded, became more and more angry, and the twin blades in his hands swung clumsy and funny knife techniques, but now Opicles no longer had the ability to parry.

Inherited from Canranta's prowessed talent for combat, Opicis had seen Orega's army wiped out, defeated a hybrid single-handedly, killed a Dark Templar with an arm cut off, and now the desperation of his father's killing intent no longer favored the warrior.

Canranta's clumsy attack sent Opicis to retreat, and the hybrid took a step forward the moment Opicris' only psionic blade against the Purifier's Light Blade collapsed.

"Die, traitor!"

The Purifier Blade in his left arm shattered Opicris' paper-like shield and pierced Opicris' body. The Purifier Light Blade in his right arm immediately performed the same movement as his left arm, sending his own heir on his way with the blade.

The pain is unbearable, not only physically, but also mentally. Opicis grabbed Canranta's arm with the last of his strength, trying to see the change in his father's expression.

Of course, it is impossible to see any emotions, and as the most basic combat unit, the Vigilant does not have those structures on his face that are enough to construct expressions.

There was no sadness or pain in sight, and Opicis wished to see any trace of affection for him on his father's face, but after discovering that there was nothing, Opicis closed his eyes in despair.

The angry mixture slapped Canranta's body with a slap that rattled in the air, and the unsuspecting vigilant man flew directly into the air with a blow that was not guarded. And at the moment of three hundred and sixty degrees of rotation in the air, the vigilant immediately collapsed into countless pieces.

Timely rescue allowed Opicis to escape. Despite this, the star spirit has also reached the point of dying - he has endured the extreme damage he can withstand in his lifetime. Even so, he was still staring at the Canranta in the sky that fell to the earth like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

His father.

"You're too badly injured."

The hybrid marauder made a simple inference after briefly examining Opicles' body.

The two blades that pierced through the body destroyed a large number of organs in the Zealot's body, and the severed limbs were left untreated for too long, allowing the psionic energy to escape too badly.

"Receiving the Starling's top-notch medical technology right away won't necessarily keep you alive," the hybrid paused after using the power of the Void to temporarily prevent Opicles' psychic energy from escaping through the wound before continuing, "unless you are transformed into a hybrid." ”

"Okay." Opicles responded positively.

(End of chapter)