Torrential rain is coming.

Duran's clouds were brewing dark red rolling waves, and in the blink of an eye, lightning flickered, silver snakes rose everywhere, and the dark sky was about to come, accompanied by muffled rumbling thunder and piling up hot cumulus clouds, filling everyone's heart with an oppressive aura.

And beneath this whimpering firmament, two sometimes great, sometimes crazy beasts were fighting selflessly, blood-colored light gently brushing their armor, illuminating every inch of cracks and wounds inflicted by the ferocious onslaught.

Compared to the [point to point] just now, the two Legion Masters were now in a furious rage, they collided, struck, hurt and hated each other, crazy blades and axes were driven by the genetic prototype, tearing at the armor that had become somewhat worn out in their eyes, and after the sparks splashed, blood was sprinkled, like overturned oil barrels, dripping thick petals all the way, extending from the golden hall to the end of the corridor.

The two primordials were immersed in the purest and most abrupt rage, and although their reasons for their rage were completely different, this did not prevent the battle from continuing, they scuffled together in the corridors and shadows, through the layers of doors and ruins, grabbed each other's shoulders and broadswords, and smashed each other into the pure stone pillars that littered the ground, and the dust flew as if two manic wild bears were gnawing at each other.

Johnson's incomparably beautiful two-winged helmet had been completely reduced to scrap metal, and the angel wings on both sides of the helmet seemed to have been rudely broken, long gone, and Ruth's situation was uncertain: a hideous sword mark pierced his left shoulder, extending all the way to the lower left side of his neck, the result of a fight between the two sides, and when Johnson's blade pressed against the wolf's neck, the whistling battle axe was only a step away from his temple.

Eventually, Riemanlus did not back down, and the Lion King gritted his teeth and kicked his brother, causing the Fenris to smash through two layers of walls and roll all the way outside, finally ending the foolish situation that ended together.

Then, with his sword in hand, he chased after him, and in the next room, the two primordials fought again.

[You're a madman! Riemanruz! A savage madman! 】

Johnson's roar exploded through the countless corridors, the total outburst of anger he had accumulated from the near-death battle with the Wolf King.

[Fool! Barbarians! Wild Dogs on Fenris! Nobody likes you! You good-for-nothing bastard! 】

[If the Great Expedition ends today, then when the sun rises tomorrow, the whole galaxy will not remember your name!] You only deserve to go back to your stinking wolf's den! 】

Riemannus was not angry, at least he didn't, he laughed and replied to his brother's fury in a tone that could be called gentle sarcasm.

"Fenris isn't a good place, my brother, but at least it's sunny and fresh, and it's much better than some little bush with nothing but flies and mud: am I right, overlord of the bush?"

Johnson let out a loud sneer.

[Only you will go back to your wolf's den after the expedition is over, Ruth, no barbarians are needed in any future, but as long as the war continues, I will never lose my role, idiot. 】

"You're stupid, my brother, and you're as stupid as you are, Johnson."

"How radiant is the future that our father had planned, in which only the purest and most innocent would live, like our Killiman, and you think, he would have left a guy full of little secrets to stand there?"

[We are the Emperor's First Army!] We have no secrets! 】

Johnson gritted his teeth, and words of anger squeezed out from between his teeth, even if all the previous fights and fights did not provoke his monstrous anger like this sentence, he rushed forward like this, and the more tragic fight began.

They broke out of the walls, and out of the fortress, leaving behind the battle and the heirs, and came to the blood-red sky: this was already the very top of the palace, and the wide platform that had been used by the tyrant of Duran to look out over his kingdom and his people was now an open-air duel pit of the highest quality.

Thunder roared, as a warm welcome to the emperor's heirs, the churning silver snake called for the sultry rain to sweep in, mercilessly slapping on the forehead and eyebrows, vying for the front row of this showdown of the century.

The two Legion Masters rushed into the pouring rain, keeping a safe distance from each other, clutching their respective weapons, panting, both hunched over and leaning forward, their eyes constantly searching each other's arms and thighs for holes.

At that moment, the sound of psionic fluctuations echoed in the pouring rain, and the silver-haired lady stepped through the void door to the very edge of the dueling arena, and floated beside her the Wolf King's sword: Kraken's Devour, which looked about as tall as hers.

The Lion King's vision swept over his advisors and blood relatives, and instead of speaking, he made sure that Morgan was looking at him, and then bowed his chin in the direction of Riemanrus.

Morgan nodded in agreement, and in the next second, Kraken's devouring flew to Ruth's hand, and the wolf king hesitated for a moment, took it, and with a casual wave of his other hand, he embedded Aracios's great axe deep into the wall.

[Now, it's a duel, not a gladiatorial fight, Ruth.] 】

Johnson's tone had changed back to the usual indifference, the calmest, most dangerous, and most poised indifference, and he turned to Morgan in a rather serious and formal tone.

[As for you, Ms. Morgan, I want you to make sure that no one will come and disturb this duel, I mean, anyone. 】

Morgan nodded, and her and Johnson's eyes intertwined for a moment in the slightest rain line before a thousand words were spoken, and the silver-haired lady randomly turned and walked towards the only entrance to the observation deck, her figure disappearing into the shadows.

"You're still so fond of playing with words, my brother, and for a moment I thought you were Magnus or our little Robert."

The Wolf King smiled casually, the Lion King's silent movements and face did not make him raise the slightest sense of caution, there were too many such scenes in his life, especially when he was on Fenris.

When the young warriors of the tribe face off against each other over some quarrel, comparison, or even just killing time, their attitude is even more savage and devoted than the real battle, but it is nothing, even if it is the two young Fenris warriors who are furious, after they have fought for the real thing, an old fist, a drinking feast, and a drunken mud can turn the pages of the former fight, and disappear in the laughter of the heart.

Isn't that true now?

The wolf king gripped his sword, looking for a feel, his loose mind and burning anger sustaining him to continue the battle, rather than bowing his head and admitting defeat in order to escape it.

But Johnson was not in the least affected by this cheerful laughter, he clenched the great sword in his hand, anger churning in his soul, and his face was a chilling seriousness.

[So, you accept it, a duel, Ruth.] 】

The wolf king just tilted his head and laughed.

"Whatever you want, let's get started, do you want me to sing a song to give you a boost?"

Johnson didn't speak, his blade fluttering in the torrential rain, turning into a whirlwind of madness, sweeping towards his dueling opponent.

——————

Morgan didn't wait long, and soon, the noisiest footsteps rang out at the end of the hallway, and almost in the next second, a group of dark and iron-gray figures suddenly emerged from the corner, scrambling in the direction of blood droplets and destruction, looking for their original body.

Morgan's fingers gripped the staff in her hand, and with a gentle incantation, a curved blade appeared at the tip of the staff.

She swung it, cutting through the dust and sand scattered in front of her, and in an instant, with her will, a straight and striking tangent line appeared on the ground, running horizontally through the entire passage: the meaning could not be more obvious.

With her movements, there was obviously some slight disagreement in the waves that were rushing towards this place: Aracos, who was leading the dark angels, looked at the line, although he muttered silently in his heart, but when he thought of the [great achievements] of the silver-haired lady in front of him, the pace of the great knight involuntarily slowed down: anyway, the sound of the battle between the primordials could already be heard, and the situation was not so urgent.

On the contrary, the Fenris Wolf King's original body, Black Blood, suddenly accelerated his pace the moment he heard the sound of fighting, and the wolves continued to roar, completely surpassing the dark angel on the side in the blink of an eye.

"Get out of the way! You little! ”

Seeing that Morgan showed no signs of retreating, the black blood couldn't help but scream, but at the moment when the words came out, his iron boots stepped on a fragile tangent line that was almost perfect.

Morgan, who had originally bowed her head slightly and lowered her eyebrows, raised her chin, and her blue pupils suddenly grew, her pale lips and teeth collided gently, and an invisible cold wave swept away all the space wolves in an instant.

The seventy of Ruth's best offspring were like fruit flies in a spider's web, frozen in place for a moment, even in the same position as before: running, roaring, or glaring in anger, the majestic bodies that could withstand tons of power armor were now barely functioning with a pair of pupils that were now staring at the silver-haired mortal in front of them.

Countless runes and anti-psionic pendants glowed at the urging of the wearer or their own reaction mechanisms, or emitted an ancient voice belonging to Fenris, but all this was fleeting, Morgan only curled the corners of her lips, and one by one the runes that the space wolf was proud of dimmed, as if scattered sparks were swallowed up by the night.

She smiled, licked her lips, and slowly raised her slender five fingers into the air until all the space wolves could see it, and then, swinging it out.

In an instant, the waves of the subspace let out a low roar, and the invisible wave of air swept through all the Ruth heirs, the ice cracked, the landslide collapsed, and the wolves of Fenris were swept into the storm awakened by Morgan's whisper without even a roar.

[I've been doing this for a while.] 】

She muttered softly.

The Dark Angels looked up, only to find that they were shrouded in shadows: the shadows were none other than the Space Wolves flying over their heads one by one, like a whirlwind of clouds, and the violent psionic currents spun them three thousand times in one breath before they spat out the gastric juices and formed a mountain full of vomit.

Perfect.

Morgan Mo rubbed his fingers and let out a chuckle: there were no casualties, no delays in the mission, just that these space wolves needed to sleep for about a Terra standard hour, and of course, the sleeping conditions did not seem to be good.

She even felt that some of the resentment she had accumulated in this battle seemed to have disappeared a lot with the wolves flying in the air, which made her look at the dark angel on the side with an expectant gaze.

Arachos met the gaze, and he cautiously lowered his head, realizing that he seemed to be a little distance from the line.

To be on the safe side, he took another step back.

Regret flashed in Morgan's eyes.

On the other side, she snapped her fingers lightly, and then, with the sound of metal grinding, the Grand Knight's tomahawk was dragged out and thrown at his feet.

[Next time, remember to hold on to your weapon, Arachos.] 】

[Really, can't you learn from your genetic father?] How fortunate you are to have one of the best of the primordials to lead you to war and victory, and I even adore him. 】

[Cherish it, you guys. 】

She leaned on the invisible psionic throne with her legs crossed, her face and hair in one hand, her staff floating in the air, and the other casually dismantling the mountain of space wolves so that the fainting sons of Ruth would crush them to death.

She spoke, casually looking at the silent dark angels as she spoke her words piecemeal.

[If I were you, I wouldn't stand here, at least in two proper queues, okay, don't always think about going in and looking, you can't help. 】

[Of course, I can't help, after all, that's a problem that Johnson can't solve, and 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.] 】

Morgan looked at her fingers and casually provoked the Dark Angels who had remained dead silent, but alas, despite this, she still got silence, not some indignant warriors.

I knew it and clicked it, so I left a few space wolves.

She grumbled inwardly.

On the other hand, Aracios clutched his tomahawk, his mood inevitably unhappy at these words, and even filled with the idea of going up to fight the male.

But when he saw the hill-like space wolf......

Ah, it's just some fierce admonitions, and presumably he's okay with it.

——————

In the fortress, the roar of battle seemed fleeting, but it still did not escape the ears of the two genetic protogens.

"You made a mistake, my brother, a mistake like Magnus."

The Wolf King's face was full of sarcasm.

"You shouldn't trust psionic powers so much, Johnson, you shouldn't let a mere mortal advisor stop my heir."

"A psyker and my army? Oh, that's not fair at all. ”

[Yes......]

The Lion King was laughing too, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, and he snorted a malicious sneer.

[It's not fair at all.] 】

(End of chapter)