A brass-colored meteor tore through the internal structure of the genesis.
He did not fly along the corridors but, in the most brutal and unreasonable manner, punched straight through several layers of alloy decks and bulkheads.
Molten metal droplets, like startled fireflies, splattered along that trail of destruction.
That pure, solidifying Battle Intent had already locked onto the location of the bridge from afar.
Inside the bridge, Valeria could even see the rapidly approaching blood-red dot representing The Bloodthirsty Fiend on the holographic projection.
However, just one second before the meteor was about to shatter the final layer of defense and completely crush the sanctuary of the deity.
Two figures appeared out of thin air, without warning, directly in his path.
One was a pink-purple stream of light, fast to the extreme, elegant to the extreme.
Fogremia's figure dragged a nearly illusory afterimage through the air; her deep purple eyes reflected the burning brass meteorite, but there was no warmth in them, only the coldness and pickiness of an artist examining a crude work.
The other was a dark red blaze of fury, violent, direct, without any embellishment.
Angronia's body was like a reverse-fired cannonball; the alloy deck beneath her feet buckled downward under her stomp, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly.
There was no beauty in her movements, only the purest, most primitive instinct to protect.
One above and one below, one left and one right, they instantly sealed off all of The Bloodthirsty Fiend's forward paths.
"Your opponent is us, ugly demon."
Fogremia's clear and arrogant voice, like a sliver of cold moonlight, pierced through the thick air composed of the Battle Intent.
The gorgeous longsword in her hand spun a flawless sword flourish at her wrist.
The next instant, the sword light exploded, transforming into thousands of pink-purple threads, weaving into an overwhelming web of light that covered the brass meteor head-on.
Every gleam of the sword contained the twisting power of the [Divine Charm] authority; they were not meant to sever anything but to "induce" and "deflect" the target's trajectory, letting this unstoppable charge disintegrate under the most perfect artistic interference.
Facing this exquisite sword technique, The Bloodthirsty Fiend did not even bother to understand it.
In the face of absolute power and rage, all techniques are illusory!
His giant axe, burning with hellfire, carved a brutal blood-red arc in the air, preparing to grind this fragile "net" along with the presumptuous "artist" behind it into powder.
However, another, more violent force slammed into it from the side.
"ROAR!!!"
Angronia did not speak.
A roar filled with endless Battle Intent was her entire declaration.
She gripped the massive chainaxe tightly with both hands, the crown of thorns on her forehead erupting with brilliant golden light, pushing every muscle in her body to its limit.
With the most primitive, most brutal posture of head-on collision, she turned herself into a Warhammer, fiercely hacking toward The Bloodthirsty Fiend's giant axe, which was capable of splitting mountains and cleaving rocks.
CLANG!!!
A clash of metal that could shatter a mortal's eardrums erupted into a visible white shockwave!
The walls of the entire corridor groaned under the unbearable strain of the loud noise, and countless metal components were forcibly cracked and sent flying.
Angronia's figure, as if struck head-on by a battering ram, flew backward for dozens of meters, her feet plowing two deep, spark-filled trenches into the alloy deck before she could barely steady herself.
The webs between her thumbs and forefingers, gripping the battle axe, had already split, and golden divine blood dripped slowly down the handle.
But she had, after all, stopped that unstoppable meteor.
The Bloodthirsty Fiend's massive brass body had its momentum forcibly halted in mid-air.
In his burning eyes, a trace of surprise flashed for the first time.
This red-haired "traitor" was actually several times stronger than before she joined!
Before he could figure out the reason, a cold and deadly sense of crisis already came from his arm joint.
RIIIP!
Fogremia's sword, at some unknown moment, had pierced through his violent axe-wind, like the deadliest viper, like the most skilled assassin, precisely stabbing into the tiniest joint gap of his brass armor!
The seemingly slender longsword, at the moment of entry, erupted with the terrifying power of [Divine Charm].
That was not cutting, but a higher-dimensional "decomposition" and "annihilation."
The Bloodthirsty Fiend only felt a piercing pain, as the tendons and blood vessels inside his arm, composed of chaotic energy, were being rapidly dissolved by that pink-purple power.
Foul-smelling, viscous demon blood, like magma, gushed out.
"ROOOAAAR!!!"
The intense pain completely ignited the fury of this Bloodthirster.
He let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth, his left-hand giant axe swinging back madly to force Angronia back, while the long whip in his right hand, formed from the spines of countless heroes, transformed into a pitch-black lightning bolt, bringing with it the wails of souls, lashing fiercely at the pink-purple figure that dared to harm his noble body!
This whip was so fast it exceeded the limits of visual capture.
Fogremia's pupils shrank sharply.
She could dodge.
But the moment she dodged, the attack rhythm she had just established would be completely disrupted.
"Tsk... truly brutal and devoid of any beauty."
Just as she was preparing to sidestep with minimal cost, a dark red figure, swifter than her own movements, appeared as if teleporting, standing between her and that black lightning.
It was Angronia!
She didn't even have time to raise her battle axe to block.
She just roared, offering her broad back, covered in heavy power armor, without reservation, to that terrifying whip capable of tearing apart a tank!
SNAP!!!
A crisp explosion so loud it made one's scalp tingle.
The power armor on Angronia's back shattered instantly! Countless fragments and sparks sprayed in all directions, revealing the firm, bronze-colored skin beneath, wrapped in divine radiance.
A whip mark deep enough to see bone extended from her left shoulder all the way to her right waist, and golden divine blood instantly stained her back red.
"Ugh..."
Angronia let out a suppressed groan, her entire body stumbling forward from the massive force, but her feet remained nailed to the spot, not retreating even half a step.
With her own flesh and blood, she created an absolutely safe, 0.1-second opening for Fogremia.
A flash of extremely complex emotion crossed Fogremia's deep purple eyes.
There was shock, there was confusion, but more than that, it was a kind of... approval that even she herself hadn't realized.
She did not waste this opportunity bought with blood.
"Presumptuous beast..."
She whispered softly, less a mockery and more an order to herself.
"...occasionally, you can be useful."
The longsword in her hand, in that 0.1-second opening, transformed into a gorgeous whirlwind of death.
Dozens, hundreds of indistinguishable pink-purple sword glints, like a blooming lotus of death, erupted at the wound she had previously pierced!
SPLAT!!!
The Bloodthirsty Fiend's thick brass arm, capable of crushing a starship, was actually severed clean at the joint by this stormy sword dance!
The severed arm flew into the sky, and in mid-air, it was decomposed into the most primitive specks of light by the lingering power of [Divine Charm].
The battle situation, at this moment, had a subtle reversal.
One elegant and deadly, like a sword dance under the moon, finding flaws in the enemy's attack gaps, every strike aimed directly at vital points, filled with the artistry of death.
The other violent and resilient, like an inextinguishable blaze of fury, using her iron-like will and body to head-on resist all destruction, creating the most precious attack opportunities for her companion.
One ice, one fire.
One offense, one defense.
The two Primarch Sisters, with diametrically opposed personalities and combat styles, without any verbal communication, cooperated seamlessly.
They transformed into the most precise and violent killing machine, dragging that arrogant Khorne Greater Demon, capable of making entire star systems tremble, firmly in place, unable to advance even an inch toward the bridge!
"ROAR... ROAR... ROAR!!!"
The Bloodthirsty Fiend's chest heaved violently, his eyes burning with hellfire staring fixedly at the incredible scene before it.
Humiliation!
This was unprecedented humiliation!
He, one of the most powerful warriors under the Blood God, had actually been forced into such a pathetic state by two creations of "goddesses" that appeared out of nowhere!
His rage, like a stellar core about to erupt, was accumulating madly in his chest.
Finally, he gave up chasing that ghostly, erratic pink-purple figure.
That endless will to kill, capable of burning the entire world, like magma finding an outlet, focused entirely, completely, on the Red-haired Valkyrie who had used her back to block the fatal blow for her companion.
It was her!
It was this "traitor"!
It was that familiar yet strange, "stolen" aura of rage on her that had completely tarnished the glory of the Blood God!
The Bloodthirsty Fiend slowly raised his remaining left-hand giant axe.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
His gaze, burning with eternal hellfire, locked firmly onto the familiar yet strange Red-haired Valkyrie.
He would first completely crush this blasphemer!
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