And where no one could see it, Morgan lowered his head and covered his face.

"Don't talk nonsense with me here, Jonson, just like how much you love your legion. Take a closer look, my brother, you took your legion and went away for Terra's random order.

Run west, a letter from Malcador can make you circle around the galaxy. To be honest, my brother, that bastard Magnus always said that I am a dog, but today I feel that in this

In this aspect, I seem to be slightly inferior to you."

"Yes, yes, it seems that you have really accumulated a lot of experience with your cubs. I really hope that my cubs are as good as yours, Zhuangson."

She looked at the once extremely serious Dark Angels, only to find that they were already engrossed in the sound contest with the Space Wolves. Even Arachos, the most serious person in the past, was completely immersed in it at this time.

The Wolf King's tone had turned into an obvious sarcasm, and the Lion King's answer was a more obvious and angry retort.

"God, can you stop talking so much nonsense? It's what you think it is. Now I just want to punch you in that stinky face!"

[This is just a fact. If you can’t see it clearly, then I can only say, no wonder you are still so sloppy.]

Ruth laughed, a smile that could be called sarcastic.

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As early as when Leman Russ swung his first sword, the roar sounded among the wolves. The sons of Fenris waved their weapons and cheered for their lord with the stench or rough beast howls.

The roars originating from the glaciers turned into the coldest air waves, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and rushed toward us, causing the crumbling hall to tremble in the chaotic roar, striking the Dark Angel's armor over and over again.

The two original bodies faced each other and circled cautiously. Surrounded by them were the most powerful warriors of the two legions. The two legion masters were holding their swords tightly, capturing each other's eyes and breathing.

Any good opportunity.

"What you said is really off-putting."

Very well, a gladiatorial fight does not endanger lives, but it also involves swords and dignity: it is really difficult to understand these barbarians in Caliban's way, and his language skills are no better than his dogs.

On the other side, the situation of the Space Wolves was even more lively. Many of Russ's cubs even took out a bunch of strange bone ornaments from unknown nooks, and matched them with the interlacing screams of their swords and battle axes.

This group of Fenrisians suddenly sang their wild songs in a rough and unpleasant tone, and for a while they were even able to compete with the Dark Angels.

Zhuang Sen was not angry, the corners of his mouth just curled into a sarcastic smile.

Just as he was talking, an extremely angry and savage roar sounded from the ruins. Zhuang Sen almost jumped up, his hair was messy and bloodshot eyes appeared.

The Wolf King smiled. He was ready to charge and seemed to be planning to say something. But before that, Zhuang Sen had already rushed forward. The two original bodies instantly rolled into a ball and turned into a rampaging iron ball.

The ball, in the blink of an eye, disappeared all the way to the end of the corridor.

The soldiers of the two legions were still confused by the rapidly changing battle situation, but in this silent confusion, a slight voice had slowly echoed.

Someone turned around, only to find that the silver-haired female officer had disappeared where she was, without a trace.
Chapter completed!