The royal court of the wolf shepherd god trembled, and the dead who were hung upside down watched the battle in silence, and the eight-pointed star mark on their foreheads that had been forcibly engraved into it shone slightly, reflecting the one on the ground.

There was a strong wind blowing in the royal court, not continuous, but a stirring current, one after another, mixed with a huge tremor like the moon falling to the ground in the sky.

Horus holds the Worldbreaker in one hand and fights with Angrang. Every time the blade collides with a warhammer, it causes the air to shudder, causing it to ripple in twists.

Horus no longer bothered to speak, and maintained a rare and precious silence.

This was not the case with his opponents, who were forced to let out a terrible roar with each swing of the axe. It's not like catharsis, it's more like enduring pain.

Whenever the hammer falls or collides with the axe, the brutal sound of the force will completely destroy the eardrums of others.

"Dead ——!" Angron threw a broken cry from his chest, the sound shattering like swallowing a blade.

He wielded the bloody axe with one hand, and the swing was like a torrential rain, and the momentum was amazing. Even Horus couldn't fully resist it, and the armor plate on his chest already had multiple scars.

It seemed dangerous, but he remained calm and didn't even think of using his left-hand lightning claw. He could easily end the fight by wielding his claws while wielding the Worldbreaker, but he never did.

Koraks watched from the sidelines, his heart full of anger and worry.

But there wasn't that much time left for him to think about it now, and the battle had already begun for tens of seconds, but it seemed like hours for the primordial. The Lord of the Ravens had to painfully accept the fact that he was not capable of participating in such a battle.

He can no longer help Angron and may even become a liability. The only thing he could do was one thing.

Corax turned and ran to Fogham's side. The latter was still lying on the ground and gasping for breath, the phoenix's face was already stained with dust and blood, and he was now extremely embarrassed compared to the noble and smooth face of the past.

But he didn't care about any of these things, and Foggrim's eyes were fixed on Horus, unblinking, and his eyes were already bloodshot.

Again and again he tried to get up from the ground, and his body gave him refusal and punishment again and again. Blood and scraps of internal organs kept pouring out of her throat, but the phoenix didn't care, just continued to torture herself.

Thus Corax understood that his noble brother had completely lost his mind, and that the vengeful anger and unforgettable hatred were enough to make a man completely abandon his reason and become a wild beast.

Raven forced himself to stretch out his hands and pressed Fugen's shoulders: "Listen to me, brother, listen to me. We're leaving, Horus isn't himself anymore, he's something else, we-"

"-No!" The phoenix roared and vomited blood, its eyes flashing with madness. "Nope! If you don't help me get up, let go of your hand, Corax! I'm going to kill him, he must die, he must die! ”

"You can't do it." Corax pronounced the sentence in a calm tone, but his hands were not slow at all.

He gently swept his left hand over the sunken sternum of the phoenix, and the tactile sensation brought back by the sensor fingers made his heart sink sharply. He put his hands on his hands again and began to look for a position that would allow Vogrim to pull him up without getting any worse.

But the phoenix didn't cooperate, he struggled violently, and roared incessantly. The Lord of the Ravens silently withdrew his hand and took off his helmet.

His face loomed in the darkness, as if there were motes of dust floating around him, and his dark eyes were full of sadness at the moment.

"Let's go, brother." Corax spoke in a low voice, the near-complete shattering roar of the gladiator from behind him. "Don't let him down."

"Do you want me to be a deserter, Corax?! No! I'm never going to leave our brother here and leave him alone to fight that damn bastard! ”

"But you can't do anything now, Fogham, just like me, no, you're worse off than I am." Corax said bitterly but firmly.

He was silent for half a second, stared directly into Forgrim's blood-stained eyes, and continued without wavering.

"You have no armor, no weapons, and you are so badly injured that you can barely move on your own. How are you going to fight Horus? Look at him, if even that Angeland can't get the upper hand in battle, how can you win? ”

"It's out of the way, I'll kill him, I will." Phoenix glared at Corax stubbornly, like a naïve child who longed for the approval of others.

"I'll be able to, Koraks, trust me. Help me get up, okay? I beg you, let me stand up. ”

"The only help I can offer is to take you away." Colax said.

He reached out and pulled Phoenix to his feet, despite the Phoenix's struggles. The movements are soft, but they are not disobeyed at all. The phoenix was still struggling, quite violently. If it weren't for the fear that knocking him out would lead to some not-so-good results, Corax would have fainted long ago.

He strode towards the gate of the royal court with Fogham on his shoulder, but Horus's voice sounded behind them at the right time, very calmly.

"You can't leave without my permission." Horus said, dodging the swing of the Blood Axe sideways. "This is the court of the wolf."

As soon as his voice fell, the gate disappeared without warning. Darkness covered everything, and beyond the portholes, the sight was no longer a star, but one huge pupil after another, chaotic, disorderly, mad—they stared at it without stopping.

"It's the same when you die!" Angron roared, waving his arm in anger and slashing out an axe again.

Horus swung his hammer and backhanded. Sparks of thunder were born and bloomed from the place where their weapons collided, and their faces brightened with the light of the moment, and they could see each other's eyes.

Angrand's eyes were filled with blood, but those two blue sparkles shone in the blood like two jewels, and they would never fall. The Butcher's Nail drill squeezed his skull, providing great pain, but only hardening his will.

Horus's eyes were pitch black, and there was nothing in them, as indifferent as if they were completely empty.

The sparks vanished, the axe and hammer parted from each other, and time began to flow again, but Horus smiled thoughtfully and immediately retreated.

"So you're not alone, brother."

Horus said mildly.

"I see them, in your eyes, at your side. Are they fighting alongside you, for so long? They're helping you resist the terrible instruments of torture, and they're helping you resist the baptism of wrath, it's great. ”

He finally raised his lightning claw, and Angron realized something and rushed straight at him, but it was still a step too late. The cold countenance of the wolf shepherd god was illuminated by a terrifying light, and in the light, some of the countenances began to appear.

The black mist rolled in, and a huge sense of oppression struck, stopping the actions of the three primordials in an instant, and no matter how much they tried to resist, they could do nothing.

It might have been much better if the battlefield had been on another ship, but they were in Lupecar's court at the moment, and the wolf shepherd was the only master here, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Anything.

Horus stared intently at the light, raising his claws and slowly gripping it.

He walked to Angron to release the lightning claw, and the light fell on the back of the gladiator's head, forming a dazzling crack in the air.

Horus smiled, reached his right claw in, and tore it with ferocity, grabbing a soul, a shadow, a scarred man, shirtless, with a knot of blood and scars around his waist.

"Traitor! You're a traitor! The soul cursed in Nukeriah. You have turned your back on everyone! ”

"Words are useless, but courage is commendable, and how sad your resistance is." Horus replied in Nukerian as well, and the lightning claws swung out. The claw blades collided, and the soul shattered, slowly dissipating like a point of light.

He reached out his claws again and grabbed another. This time it was a young man, maybe even underage, with a young face. Like the first, he had a fierce anger on his face.

There is no fear, not the slightest.

"Look at what you've done!" He rebuked. "Where are you still a war commander? You brutal careerist, hypocritical liar, disgusting traitor! ”

Horus chuckled under his breath, his claws and blades closed, stabbing the soul's body. Then the third, the fourth, the fifth.

Angrand's face was completely distorted, muscles seemed to separate from bones, nerves and blood vessels pulsed on the surface of the skin. He wanted to stop, he wanted to resist, he wanted to kill Horus with an axe, but he couldn't do anything.

The rebels have no way to resist, and the abuser is smiling, and there is nothing in his eyes than before. The horrific slaughter continued for a few moments, until Horus captured the last man, an old man with a white beard.

Two tears of blood finally flowed from Angrão's eyes.

"How, you're the last man, what do you have to say?" Horus asked.

The old man didn't look at him, just turned his head slowly.

"Don't give up, son of the mountain."

Oinomouth said to his son that the language spoken was the dialect of the ancient Nukerian tribe.

"We are long gone, but we will continue in your resistance and battles, we come from the desert, the forest, the snowy mountains." He smiled. "We are always with you."

Horus swung his claw blade.

The points of light escaped, and the black fog dissipated. Angron stood up from the ground, red blood rolling away from his eyes, and the two streaks of blue finally dissipated. With his mouth open, he couldn't make any sound, just rushed towards Horus.

The latter burst out laughing as if he had won.

Until a voice rang out.

"Father!" A faint voice began shouting outside the door.

And also

(End of chapter)