Death walked into this room.

The Lord of the Fourteenth Legion from Barbaros did not hide his hostility at all, his desolate gaze focused on Morgan's body, as if he wondered at the indifference of this mortal, and those scattered gazes struck Seejames's heart, causing the Shadowmoon Blue Wolf to take a deep breath involuntarily.

Morgan's eyes narrowed, her hearing catching a chaotic heartbeat the moment Motarian walked in, and it was from Sejames, who was beside her.

But after just a few breaths, the panicked heartbeat returned to a steady pace, and Lady Spider turned her gaze away to see that the fourth company commander of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf had completely calmed down, even if he was dealing with a gene protoplasm that was clearly unkind.

This can't help but make Morgan value him more in his heart.

Mortarian didn't stay where he was, he didn't say any nonsense, he made his way in the direction of Morgan and Sejames, at a rather steady pace, like an irresistible torrent rolling towards the beautiful village.

By mortal standards, the conference room they were in was actually very large, with a huge conference table large enough to seat at least fifty mortal officers, and a three- or four-meter-high mirror decorated in the staggered floor-to-ceiling windows, making the originally dim room appear more spacious and bright.

But for the grandeur and pace of the genetic prototype, this place is too narrow.

In a moment, Mortarian had already arrived in front of them, and just as the Lord of Death had walked to the side of a dangerous distance, James's brow furrowed, and he took a step forward, vaguely blocking Morgan's side.

"Greetings, Lord Motarian, I wonder why you're here?"

Motarian seemed a little surprised by James's move, and he stopped his heavy steps and breathed quiet.

[This is my flagship, the kid of the Shadow Moon Wolf, I can go anywhere. 】

[Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with you. 】

Get out of the way. 】

Barbarus's voice was as hoarse and slow as ever, and his gaze did not even linger on Sayjames's body, but was almost preoccupied with the wizard: until now, she did not show the slightest panic, as if his gaze did not pose the slightest danger.

This is a provocation.

Motarian thought so.

But then he heard something really provocative.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"However, Ms. Morgan is the guest of our genetic father, and the official envoy of the First Legion."

Shadowmoon Wolf's words were not really finished, and they came to an abrupt end, but the meaning of them had been thoroughly expressed by Seejames's actions: he stood in front of Motarian like that, not moving.

The short words and offensive gestures managed to attract Motarian's attention, and his gaze briefly left Morgan to James's, and the genogen looked indifferently at the Shadowmoon wolf who dared to disobey him: how long had he not been so bluntly offended?

The Pale King's gaze began to smell of death and withering, and Motarian knew how to do it, and both the arrogant wizards and the rebellious heirs would silently succumb to his gaze.

But obviously, it was only a little death and withering, but it could not frighten the head of the mourning society.

Seyjas stood there, between Morgan's silver hair and Mortarian's scythe, the best of the Shadow Moon Wolves with his hands behind his back, not even grasping the hilt of his sword, and there he stood, his silence being his attitude and his words.

And every second of this silence made Motarian feel more and more irritated.

He stepped forward, almost clinging to Horus's beloved son, a suppressed voice of anger and mania squeezing out from between his teeth.

[Listen, you daring to offend death, don't think you can be so stupid by relying on Horus.] 】

[I am Horus's brother, the blood relative he really cares about, and Ling is just a nobody among his thousands of heirs and subordinates, even if I cut off your head here, Horus will only be angry with me for a few days, what do you think he will do for you?] Are you fighting against me? 】

He cares more about me than you! 】

[Now, get out of the way for me and cut off your head before I don't want to!] 】

The muffled roar of the genetic prototype echoed in the room, as if the evil thoughts of the gods fell on the top of the common people's heads, even the proud shadow moon blue wolf couldn't help but shake his body, but even so, Sejames still did not retreat for half a minute, he even puffed up his chest and looked directly at the original body in front of him.

One word at a time.

"Please calm down, sir."

"Please speak of reason."

Motarian grinded his teeth, a chilling voice slowly flowing from between his lips and teeth, the edge of the scythe against the dark light of the void, piercing the eyeballs.

Under this kind of coercion, cold sweat had already covered James's neck, but he still did not regress at all.

Until Morgan stepped forward.

[Alright, James, it looks like His Excellency Motarian and I just had a minor misunderstanding and needed a friendly communication.] 】

Morgan also stepped forward, her palm resting on James's back, as if to convey something, and Mortarian could even see a palpable change in the expression on James's face: first a little consternation, then silence and confusion.

After a few breaths, the Shadow Moon Wolf turned his head, his lips squirming up and down, and admonished Morgan with silent words.

"Don't move, don't provoke, wait for me for a few minutes, and I'll be back soon."

"I promise."

——————

When the Shadow Moon Wolf's body disappeared at the end of the corridor, the Lord of Death snorted coldly, allowing his gaze to refocus on the silver-haired wizard in front of him.

She still didn't seem to have the slightest fear, and the wizard even dared to turn his back to him, and walked leisurely to the side of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, sorting out her face and the tall ponytail, and Motarian could see a light light in her pupils.

He wanted to laugh.

How many times have these arrogant wizards, arrogant psionic thugs, who have flouted truth and science, their power and reason again and again, relying on their own filthy powers.

But in the end, they all fell under their own scythes, and apart from that snatched victory, he never missed.

Of course, the wizard in front of him was still a member of the First Legion after all, and although he was not afraid of any of his brothers, he did not want to cause more trouble because of the life and death of a wizard: just cut off one of her hands, as a warning and punishment.

As he thought so, the silver-haired wizard had reached the end of the conference table, about fifty or sixty meters away from him, and she had picked a chair and sat down, even with her legs crossed, the corners of her mouth hooked, and she was spitting out casual and arrogant words.

[Fortunately, Lord of Death. 】

It's exactly the same as before.

——————

Morgan rested his chin in one hand and rested the other haphazardly on the chair, dripping invisible droplets of water onto the floor.

She spoke, uttering the bland but provocative greeting, and under her gaze, Motarian did not sink into the more obvious irritability, he regained his reserved arrogance, and his voice was unhurried.

[You know what I came for, wizard, put away your shameless face, I will never be afraid to kill a wizard at any time: whoever he really is. 】

As he said this, Motarian's scythe rose and fell in midair, exuding a terrifying color, but unfortunately, his only audience and audience didn't seem to understand what fear was.

[I'm curious, why do you hate psionics so much? Is it like I've heard, because your home planet has been haunted by a group of psionic aliens? 】

【…… What does this have to do with you, your ugly nature is no more noble than those aliens. 】

[No, Lord Mortarian, I just want to know that you hate the alien so much that your two weapons, whether it's the scythe or the gun, don't look like human creations.] 】

【…… Shut your mouth, wizard, I have my own weapons to kill those aliens, or stupid psionic fools like you. 】

[What weapon?] Is it to smoke them to death with your bad breath? 】

【……】

【……】

【…… You ugly witch! 】

The Lord of Death let out a low roar of pure rage, and he swung his scythe and slashed at it.

——————

Resistance.

Extrusion.

Suffocate.

The powerful spiritual power surrounded him in an instant, and even made him feel breathless, and every step he took was like carrying a real mountain on his back.

Damn it...... It's just such a short distance.

Like a storm, like a huge wave, like an invisible giant slamming with all his might, Motarian's knees creaked in his armor and let out an overwhelmed moan, and the genogen struggled to raise his head, even feeling that his vision was already somewhat blurred and distorted.

The genogen gritted his teeth, and he stared angrily at the wizard in front of him: she sat there, motionless, with a most insipid and sarcastic smile on her face, her fingers swaying in mid-air, and every time he broke through a psionic shield, often before he advanced even a meter, a stronger shield would appear in front of him, as if it was endless.

This witch ......

He cursed in a low voice, noble anger condensing into an unstoppable force in his heart, and with a low roar, he strode forward a few steps, rushing through several shields and psionic nets in one go, and before a new attack arrived, he raised his [Beacon].

Gunshots rang out.

It didn't hit, but the silver-haired wizard who was comfortable was distracted for about a second: it was enough for the Primordial.

When Morgan turned back again, Mortarian's scythe was already kissing her snow-white neck.

The Lord of Death smiled.

[You should use all your strength, you ugly witch, despicable thief, arrogant and ignorant clown, you have no idea what real combat is. 】

But the answer to his triumphant declaration was also a cold smile.

[I did use all my strength, Lord Motarian. 】

The Lord of the Fourteenth Legion let out a disdainful sneer.

[Full strength? So be it. 】

He withdrew his scythe, and a cold flash of light sliced through Morgan's right arm.

But just before the fate, Morgan's figure turned into a false bubble and disappeared in place, and the next moment, she had appeared behind Motarion, and her face still had the same smile that seemed to change for thousands of years.

The Lord of Death turned his head slowly, his face very serious: not because of this mistake, but because he sensitively sensed that something seemed to be wrong.

Something seems to have gone wrong......

He squinted, his mind roaring in his head, but before he could figure it out, the sound of eager footsteps was already ringing in the corridor outside the conference room.

——————

[Enough, Motarian, my most rational brother, don't lose your coolness!] 】

Horus is coming.

The tall wolf shepherd hurriedly pushed open the door, and behind him was Sejames, who had not been gone long ago.

The Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolves first looked around the room, then strode over to Motarion's side, his eyes wandering halfway through, confirming Morgan's life and death, before turning to his brother.

[Well, Motarian, calm down, my most cautious brother, what made you lose this reason? 】

Mortarion's thoughts were interrupted by the words of the wolf herder, and he looked at his brother, then at Sejames, and then snorted in a loud voice, though muttering in a low voice to Horus.

[An arrogant psyker is now on my flagship, Horus, you know me, we are brothers, and you know how unbearable it is for me. 】

The wolf god blinked.

[Of course we are brothers, my Motarian, and in my heart you are more important than my legion and all honors. 】

These words made Motarian raise his head proudly, and his gaze even swept arrogantly over Sejames, and Horus saw all this, and only then did he pat Motarian on the shoulder, and hugged him cordially, taking advantage of this opportunity, he whispered the advice of the Lord of Death in the ear of his life.

[Motarian, I know your anger and dissatisfaction, this is a very normal and reasonable demand, I also know that you are a misunderstood wise man, those ignorant mortals do not have your foresight, they will only slander your strength and wisdom, all this, I know. 】

Why do you want to be so serious about a psionic wizard? She's just caught the fast train of one of our brothers, and has become a mediocre man who is a powerful man, so what's the benefit of killing her? I don't want to see you being blamed for being a wizard for any more unreasonable and affectionate accusations, which shouldn't be your fate, my brother. 】

Leave it to me, and I promise she will never offend your legion again. 】

[Your sons are conquering cities in the most dangerous places, winning unimaginable victories and glory, you should be with them, my most resilient brother, a mere mortal, why should you care so much? 】

[She's just a low-grade filthy thing, and she's not worth your hands at all.] 】

——————

Motarian left with a lot of pride.

Along with Horus's words, everyone present could see Morgan's drooping shoulders and the blood that kept falling from the corners of his mouth, and this scene, combined with Horus's words, was enough to make Motarian satisfied.

So, the smart man swaggered away.

As soon as Mortarian disappeared at the end of the hallway, Horus smiled his trademark smile, looked around the room again, and then fell silent for a moment.

[Come out, Ms. Morgan, I know you're not leaving.] 】

The voice of the wolf shepherd god continued to echo in the room, and after a few breaths, the mirror of the floor mirror closest to Horus suddenly began to fluctuate like water ripples, and after a while, the figure with silver hair and blue eyes walked out, and with a wave of her hand, the [Morgan] who kept vomiting blood turned into an afterimage.

You are more perceptive than I thought, Lord Horus. 】

[After all, not everyone will ignore the name of the Soul Drinker.] 】

The wolf god smiled and walked up to Morgan, his face seemed to radiate a thousand lights, so that Morgan couldn't open his eyes.

Horus bent over and stretched out his palm, palm facing up.

[Horus.] 】

Morgan looked at the huge palm, was silent for a moment, and slowly put his onion finger on it, like putting a snow-white petal in the arms of a giant wolf

[Morgan, it's an honor to meet you, Lord Horus, who has long admired the name. 】

The wolf god smiled.

[Looks like James has often talked to you about me?] 】

A smile tugged at the corner of Morgan's mouth.

[Why bother, Lord Horus. 】

[The great name of the wolf god, in which legion is not like thunder? 】

For a moment, the only sound in the room was Horus's hearty laughter.

(End of chapter)