The voice did not come from the front.
It was like a whisper between lovers, or a breeze when a viper sticks out its tongue, sounding eerily from behind the side of The Bloodthirsty Fiend's massive head without warning.
Cold.
Lazy.
Yet it contained an extreme killing intent capable of freezing the soul.
"Is that so?"
The Bloodthirsty Fiend's monstrous rage, capable of burning worlds, stalled for an instant.
Its massive brass body, every cell of which was composed of pure instinct for slaughter and combat, now sounded a shrill alarm.
Danger!
Lethal danger!
It did not even have time to think; the reaction stemming from billions of years of killing instinct had forcibly taken over its body.
The final blow that was about to completely crush Angronia was abruptly halted.
Its mountain-like body twisted violently with an agility that defied the laws of physics.
The giant axe burning with hellfire abandoned its target in front, and with a shriek that tore through space, it swept towards the direction where the voice came from!
This axe blow was enough to cut an interstellar cruiser in half.
However, what it struck was merely a slowly dissipating pink-purple afterimage.
Fogremia's figure, like a ghost merged into the shadows, appeared silently at the back of The Bloodthirsty Fiend's neck.
Her slender, graceful figure, wrapped in pink-purple armor that looked like it was carved from crystal, appeared even more breathtaking.
Her iridescent silver hair traced a beautiful arc behind her, and her stunningly beautiful face was devoid of expression, showing only the absolute calmness of an artist examining a crude work about to be destroyed.
The gorgeously ornate longsword in her hand flowed with the power of Divine Charm that distorted light, and its tip pointed with extreme precision at the node where The Bloodthirsty Fiend's cervical spine connected to its skull.
That was the weakest and most lethal gap in its brass carapace.
The moment The Bloodthirsty Fiend was forced to defend, it created a once-in-a-lifetime gap for Angronia that was enough to turn the tide of the battle.
The terrifying pressure that was enough to crush the bones of gods suddenly eased.
Angronia's body, which had been on the verge of being crushed, jolted.
She did not hesitate at all, nor did she take a moment to catch her breath.
Her amber eyes, burning with pure flames, erupted with unprecedented light.
"ROAR!!!"
She roared, squeezing out the newly liberated, high-spirited, and pure Battle Intent from within her without reservation.
The chainaxe in her hand, its blade burning with the crimson-gold Fire of Glory, carried the joy of revenge and the determination of protection as it met head-on the sea of hellfire—composed of pure slaughter and endless pain—that had been greatly weakened by The Bloodthirsty Fiend's hasty defense.
This time, it was not a simple collision of power.
It was the most thorough confrontation between two completely different sources of "anger" on a conceptual level!
Sssss—!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Only the teeth-aching sound of burning and melting, like boiling oil poured onto snow.
The Bloodthirsty Fiend's eyes, burning with hellfire, constricted violently.
It saw it.
It saw the scene it could least understand and least accept in its entire existence.
Its hellfire, capable of corrupting all souls and burning all matter, upon contacting the other's crimson-gold flames, seemed to encounter its natural enemy, being silently and rapidly purified, decomposed, and evaporated!
Those crimson-gold flames were like the most potent holy water specifically targeted at it.
Its own power could not corrupt the other by even a fraction!
How is this possible?!
"How is this possible?! My anger is the supreme authority bestowed by the Blood God! It is the purest source of destruction in the universe! Why... why am I being countered by this... ridiculously clean flame?!"
The Bloodthirsty Fiend's soul roared and questioned in madness.
For the first time, it felt shaken about its own power and the Blood God's gift.
"So that's how it is..."
Angronia felt the unprecedented smoothness coming from the axe blade, and a wild, confident smile, as dazzling as the sun, bloomed on her face.
She laughed, her laughter filled with hearty satisfaction.
"Your anger is a poison, a chain, a filthy thing that lets you sink into pain!"
Her voice, like a Warhammer of judgment, hammered word by word into The Bloodthirsty Fiend's collapsing perception.
"And my anger is an antidote! It is protection! It is the Fire of Glory that burns only for my Goddess!"
"The Bloodthirsty Fiend!"
Angronia raised her battle axe high, and the crimson-gold flames surged to an unprecedented height at this moment.
"You chained lapdog, you don't even understand what true... anger is!"
At this moment, for the first time in a contest of pure strength, she felt an absolute suppression on a fundamental level against this hellish beast!
This subversive cognitive shock caused The Bloodthirsty Fiend's movements to experience a fatal stiffness lasting 0.5 seconds.
When experts clash, victory or defeat is decided in an instant.
And for a top-tier assassin like Fogremia, 0.5 seconds was enough for her to complete a perfect, history-making art of death.
"Not a bad target."
Her cold voice, like an aria of the Grim Reaper, sounded again in The Bloodthirsty Fiend's ear.
That longsword, tricky like a viper, seized this fleeting opportunity.
A flash of sword light.
There was no trace of fire or smoke.
That sword, with extreme precision, stabbed fiercely along the joint gap between The Bloodthirsty Fiend's left arm and shoulder, which had been exposed due to its twisting body!
Puchi—!
The sound of the blade entering flesh was dull and clear.
The next instant, the pink-purple power of Divine Charm on the blade erupted!
It was not cutting, nor was it piercing.
It was a more domineering "logical decomposition" on a near-law level.
The Bloodthirsty Fiend only felt a heart-piercing, bone-deep pain coming from the wound.
It could clearly "see" that the tough tendons, blood vessels, and bones inside its arm, composed of chaotic energy, were being rapidly dissolved and disintegrated from the most basic structure by that pink-purple power in a way it could not understand!
"ROAR AAAAAHHHH—!!!"
A roar mixed with pain, rage, and disbelief erupted fiercely from The Bloodthirsty Fiend's mouth!
Foul-smelling demonic blood, viscous like magma, gushed out from that seemingly slender wound like a high-pressure water gun, corroding the surrounding deck with a sizzling sound.
It, one of the most powerful servants under the Blood God Khorne!
A Bloodthirster who had roamed the Subspace and the material universe for countless millennia, dragging countless worlds into a hell of blood and fire, and making billions of living beings wail under its axe... actually... actually was wounded by two "Goddess's" creations that appeared out of nowhere... using its most proud "anger" and "techniques" that it could not understand at all... joined forces to wound it!
This severe pain, this great humiliation, instantly overwhelmed all its confusion and wavering.
What remained was only endless—rage, enough to burn reason to ashes!
"You... you damn bugs—!!!"
The Bloodthirsty Fiend roared madly, the chaotic energy inside it erupting like an out-of-control stellar core, attempting to use the purest energy storm to completely crush these two ants who dared to harm its noble body!
However, Angronia's battle axe was faster!
She rushed up again like a dark red meteorite, the axe blade burning with crimson-gold holy fire, suppressing The Bloodthirsty Fiend's hellfire and creating the most perfect offensive environment for Fogremia.
And Fogremia's sword turned into a gorgeous lotus of death.
She circled The Bloodthirsty Fiend's massive body like an elegant and deadly pink-purple butterfly, every flash, every sword strike, precisely landing on the most vulnerable positions such as The Bloodthirsty Fiend's joints, carapace gaps, and energy nodes.
One attacking, one defending.
One hard, one soft.
The two Primarch Sisters, one confronting head-on, using pure rage to suppress the opponent's source; one flanking, using deadly sword dances to disintegrate the opponent's defense.
Their coordination, without any words, was as smooth as if they had practiced for thousands of years, beating this arrogant Bloodthirster of Khorne into retreat, roaring repeatedly!
On the bridge of the genesis.
On the holographic screen, this mythical battle was clearly reflected.
On Valeria's pretty face, which was always as firm as steel, a look of shock could not help but appear at this moment.
She watched Angronia's figure, which was like a war god, feeling the high-spirited, pure, and protective rage on her, and then recalled the World Eaters she had faced before, who only knew how to kill crazily in pain...
"So... is this what they were supposed to be like..."
"This is... the true power bestowed by the Goddess..."
Leticia stood quietly in the center of the bridge, her black eyes, deep as the night sky, reflecting the figures of the two Sisters fighting side by side.
A satisfied smile hung at the corner of her mouth.
But her complexion was a few shades paler than before.
Maintaining the remote "genesis power" blessing for the two Primarch Sisters and the thousands of soldiers on the front line was an equally huge drain on her.
Streams of faith power were continuously flowing back from the soldiers on the front line, replenishing her vast sea of authority, which was like an ocean.
But the speed of this replenishment could not catch up with the speed of consumption.
A deep sense of fatigue, stemming from the overdraft of divine power, began to surge toward her like a tide.
All of this was keenly captured by the small figure beside her.
Terrania had been standing there silently.
She looked up, watching Leticia's increasingly pale, yet still gently smiling, stunningly beautiful profile, and a trace of heartache that no one else could notice flashed in her pure, golden eyes.
Her small hands unconsciously clenched into fists at her sides.
She hated her own weakness.
She hated that she could only stand here, watching her sister endure everything alone to protect everyone.
"No..."
"It cannot go on like this..."
A thought, like a seed breaking free from billions of years of shackles, sprouted fiercely for the first time in the depths of Terrania's pure soul.
"I also want to... fight!"
"I also want to... protect my sister!"
In her golden eyes, for the first time, a heart-stopping determination, not belonging to a child, like that before a star collapses, flashed through.
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