Ferus Manus had expected to see the following two images.

Roger Dorn and their father quarrel peacefully, or their father takes sides while Rog Dorn keeps asking questions......

However, the Iron Hand never imagined that he would actually see this scene.

Roger Dorn ...... They were standing calmly outside the door of their father's study.

...... What's going on?

Ferrus stopped, his boots crashing against the ground with a distinct sound.

'Rock' turned calmly and bowed slightly to Ferus as a greeting.

"What's going on?" Ferrus asked with a frown.

"Can't get in." Roger Dorn replied calmly. "Father locked the door."

“...... I remember that the door of the study was not locked. ”

Dorn shook his head, replied in a calm voice. "It's there now - at least the Praetorian behind the door has warned me several times not to go in."

Gurgon was silent for a moment, and a sudden anger appeared on his face.

"Warning?"

"They are only the father's guards, we are the father's sons! Constance Dante Valdo hasn't spoken to you like that - warning?! Wait for me here, Rogge! ”

“...... What are you going to do? ”

"I'm going to get my hammer."

Ferus narrowed his eyes dangerously and replied calmly.

"Who knows if my father is really in there? Who knows if he gave this order or not? If it was really my father's order, why didn't he tell us why, not even Conrad? ”

"And ......"

He looked at the delicately carved gilt door with implicit anger and shook his head slowly. “...... Can't even see each other? ”

“...... You're making a rather dangerous accusation. Dorn was silent for a while, and then said.

"It's dangerous enough, Rogge! Is there anything on the Nostramo that would allow the Praetorian Army to be fully armed? ”

"Gangs, or aristocrats? They can't even build an orbital defense, and a few Storm Hawks can turn their gloomy court into ruins! ”

Ferus Manus clenched his fists and didn't continue. Dorne's expression began to become extremely serious, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Your inference is going in an extreme direction, Ferus ......"

"The forbidden soldiers are my father's personal guards, and most of their arrogance is justified and understandable...... Each of them is absolutely loyal to their father, and your unsubstantiated accusations may cause some unnecessary trouble. ”

"Is it wrong for a son to go to his father?"

Ferus raised his hand and pointed to the door. "Tell me, Rogge, why is this door holding us back? If my father didn't want to see us, he could have said so! And not let the Forbidden Army be his mouthpiece! ”

"Don't do that, Ferus. They just told me to wait a little longer - in fact, the warning was already very mildly worded. According to them, the father is now ......"

Dorn frowned, a rare figure not knowing how to proceed.

Ferrus stared at him, waiting for a moment before the second half of the sentence came. His anger had been extinguished by Roger Dorn's words.

“...... Fighting. Roger Dorn said blankly.

“...... Combat? And with whom? ”

"I don't know."

Rog Dorn shook his head slowly, looked at the door again, and muttered under his breath.

"And that's the problem."

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The slate shattered, and the shattered ground shattered under the battle of the two giants. The wind howled, the rain shattered, and the stones screamed beneath their feet.

Constance Dante Valdo swung his sword with lightning speed, and his attacks were more relentless, swift and continuous like a storm.

His opponent was bare-handed, and he didn't even have armor, but he could fight back and forth.

Not only did he dodge all of Constance Dante's attacks, but he was even able to find time to imprint a harmless but humiliating mark on his armor with his scarlet fist.

"Illusions......" Carlil scoffed. You are insulting the name of Constance Dante Valdo. ”

The marshal of the forbidden army was indifferent to this, he still calmly waved his sword, and the offensive was impenetrable.

Before receiving this command, he knew the power of Karil Lohals. The latter had easily knocked Loja Aurelian, one of the progenitors, to the ground. Even though Lorga Aurelian is clearly not good at fighting, he is also a primordial.

...... In other words, Constance Dante knew what he was up against.

But he still kept his oath and received the orders of the lord. Even when he was ordered not to carry the Sun God's Spear, he accepted it calmly and almost indifferently.

It's just a battle - as for who it is, what's the problem?

He doesn't pick opponents, and war never gives you a chance to pick opponents. Constance Dante, therefore, had no complaints about this.

He just fought.

But his opponents don't think so.

Carlil clenched his right fist, the blue light of Senhan flashed in his eyes, the air began to boil, and a slight and intly terrifying sound began to beat in his hand.

"One last chance, illusion." Carlil announced in a low voice. "Show me who I am, and stop insulting people I know......"

"Otherwise? What will happen to you? ”

Constance Dante stepped back calmly, sword in both hands, clenched cautiously. "Are you going to kill me?"

Carlil smiled, and the rain swept across his face, and the crackling sound began to grow louder. Anger boiled in his eyes, and the blood-colored brilliance flashed away.

The lightning flashed - Constance Dante Valdo's eyes widened sharply, and an eerie wail came from his armor. The voice almost destroyed his sanity.

The metal twisted, and shattered wreckage flew past his eyes. At this moment, it was as if a galloping storm roared by, knocking him high into the air.

In a few seconds, he hit the ground with a bangor, and his ears rang with pain. Constance Dante shook his head, and some kind of potion in his armor began to pour rapidly, the blood in front of his eyes faded, and his hearing returned to normal.

"Do you want to fire?"

Someone asked coldly in the communication channel, they didn't need to talk to each other, and it only took a few slight movements from Valdo to make the Janissaries understand what he was thinking, but not now.

"He's mad, ruler." The man said in a low voice, as if to declare.

“...... No. ”

Swallowing the fishy sweetness that welled up in his throat, Constance Dante barely got to his feet.

The previous attack had turned out to be a temptation, no, maybe not even a temptation—he thought.

This real attack had almost destroyed the proud stability of his hands, and the confidence of a martial arts master was shattered at the moment, but Constance Dante did not put down his sword.

With a sense of willpower, he once again aimed the tip of his sword at the giant in the rain curtain.

"Wake up and see the world before you, Karil Lohals."

Constance Dante said in a low voice. "Don't be fooled ......"

Carlil shook his head, his brow furrowed, and shook himself in the rain, ignoring Constance Dante's words.

"You have to come to your senses."

Constance Dante repeats firmly. "Resist it, Carlil Lohals. Our Lord has great trust in you, and you have promised not to fail it......"

He gripped the blade of his sword with his still trembling right hand and removed his helmet with his left hand.

The ruins around him burned with flames, the mechanical parts of his helmet hissed, and a face completely indifferent to the pain manifested a moment later.

The rain is falling.

He threw down his helmet.

"Don't give up." Constance Dante once again held his sword in both hands. "Think of Conrad Coetze......"

"How dare you mention his name in front of me!"

The name Conrad Coetzes seemed to have flipped a switch, and the giant, who had been a little confused, was distorted by an unprecedented rage, primitive and pure, like some kind of terrible death.

"You've done him badly enough—that talent, that so-called prophetic power—I've driven you out once, and I don't mind doing it again, or a thousand times!"

Carlil gritted his teeth, gurgling, extreme rage unreservedly blooming on his once calm face.

He roared, his voice echoing through the narrow streets, through the corpses, through the still smoking wreckage of the Sentinels, through the burning ruins, and finally to the ears of the Janissary and every Praetorian soldier.

That's not a human voice.

It was a howl—a howl from time immemorial, in which there was nothing but anger, hatred, and hatred.

Constance Dante stood still without saying a word, ready to meet death.

He knew very well that he would not be able to block the next blow, he was the leader of the forbidden army, and he was the leader of the army, but these things could not even help him outperform Lorja Aurelian. Not to mention Karil Lohals.

But he didn't care.

The rain-soaked face of the Marshal of the Forbidden Army was only calm, and the breath of blood and fire came, but his mind was unprecedentedly calm.

If this is the path you have chosen for me, Lord......

Well, I'll take it.

Yes, he will take it, but the other will not.

+ Constance Dante. +

A voice came from the other side of the veil and reached his ears, exploding like thunder.

The manic rain curtain stopped for a moment, the flow of time became slow, and the mouth, ears, eyes and nose of the forbidden army began to seep blood, his eyes widened, and he abruptly threw down the power sword in his hand.

The giant with a contorted face of rage was lunging at him, and Konstantin was moving faster than ever—he had never been so fast in his life, never so fast that he could not even comprehend himself.

A spear appeared in his hand.

But not the one he was familiar with.

This one, like the glow of the sky, the blade of the spear burned purely, and it was terrifyingly hot.

+ Hold it. +

Yes, my lord.

The distracted Marshal of the Forbidden Army suddenly clenched the weapon that did not belong to him.

+ Thorns. +

Yes, my lord.