Chapter 137 The First Legion Has No Secrets! (Please Subscribe and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 136 The First Legion has no secrets! (Subscribe and vote)

"I'm worried about you, my brother!"

A brutal collision, the two Primarchs separated from each other, their shoulders were lowered, panting, and both of them had a desire for victory in their eyes, so pure, a warrior wanted to prove himself in this way.

Lightning and thunder, strong winds.

The cumulonimbus clouds in the sky and the burning clouds formed by atomic radiation gathered together, like a doomsday wasteland, adding a bit of depression.

The wolf king's face was covered with a ferocious smile, "We all have our own talents and our own poison."

"And now, the poison I received is known to the world, and your poison is still hidden in the dark, but sooner or later it will be exposed, and you will swallow the bitter wine you brewed."

"Not everyone is cursed, my stupid brother."

"How is this possible?"

The wolf king smiled and said, "We are made of the same gene sequence, how can there be exceptions."

"We are the First Legion, we have no secrets!"

A groaning cry of pain came from the wolf king's mouth.

Boom!

The walls along the way collapsed, and broken stones fell from the top like raindrops.

Neither of them was willing to admit defeat, and neither of them was willing to hold their heads high, and both wanted to make their voices louder than the other. The loud tones were like two waves colliding with each other. The whole fortress was in a state of fear under that force, shaking back and forth, and small pieces of stone were sprinkled along the steep walls like a waterfall.

After a moment, I realized that it was coming from outside my throat. The laughter like waves made my chest tremble, and the uncontrollable joy surged from my stomach. Such a ridiculous scene was appearing in front of me.

"This is a coincidence."

Finally...

Wu Gong just snorted twice, made a face at his brother, and stopped eating the badly cut food under the long table in small bites, with his mouth full of oil, extremely barbaric, like a hungry wolf dividing a fat beast.

Russ leaned back in his chair and boasted, "Scars are a symbol of a woman's courage. When you saw that scar in the mirror before, you would think of your brother."

Leon roared.

Just when our fighting spirit was at its lowest.

Caliban's war song gradually stagnated. These white and dark angels were staring at their monarch, waiting for the Lion King's order.

To the north of the Scarlet Fortress, through the window, you can see the surging lake flashing on the lightning. The mountains are particularly low and small, washing under the scorched white wasteland with an all-devouring momentum, as if the planet under your feet has also noticed it and needs to be cooled in that way.

"That's a pity."

Unfortunately, Russ's accumulated anger had not been swept away in the battle just now.

At the same time, the wind and rain became more violent.

At least for me now.

The temperature inside the stone building is low or high, the fireplace is burning under the walls on both sides, and the ancient long table is placed in the center of the small hall. The chairs on both sides were very narrow and wide, and even the magnificent figure of the Primarch could be easily accommodated in them.

Under Finwell, Russ had drunk wine with his brothers who had been through life and death with him several times.

The muscles under my shoulders glowed with a terrifying red light because of anger, bulging one by one, and slammed against the wall.

But that time was different. I was still fighting with my brothers, why didn't my wolf cubs celebrate yet.

"If the war on Duran's side is unexpected, it will start soon. What plans do they have for the next?" Chao Che opened his mouth and found a topic to continue the conversation.

And in the enemy's castle.

"You haven't received the transfer order from the Military Affairs Department. You will lead the remaining dark white angels to the battlefield of Randan." Leon said, what a secret, Randan is the most terrible enemy that the human empire has faced so far. It can't be started by the dark white angels, and it should be started by the dark white angels.

The soldiers of the two legions seemed to be in a backward competition under the theater.

Facing the Lion King's sarcastic remarks.

"What's the problem?" Leon shook his head, forgetting to secretly provoke Wu Gong with words, "What obvious damage can that guy leave on you?"

"Come and have a drink, Leon."

A crisp sound came from behind the Wolf King.

Only one thought remained.

Those things were not important yet, the pure and childlike slow music at that moment was the most precious.

With a roar, Leon charged back.

Wu Gong's armor made a heavy wail in the thousands of hits.

A certain distant, mellow, and fascinating smell permeated from nearby.

In that calm collision.

The heavy wall was directly penetrated, revealing the scenery inside.

The little angel said.

It was a complete farce, which made me feel what it was like to be in a dilemma for the first time.

When Rus saw the bewildered expression on Leon's face, for a moment, I actually felt that my bright, vindictive, greedy and selfish brother was not so uneasy.

"Is there something wrong with his injury, Leon?"

But I am a real beast, and such an injury is enough to seriously injure the wolf king, which can only make me weaker, safer, more cunning and barbaric.

Since the battle ended, the cries of the Wolf Group and the Dark Angels have never stopped.

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Chao Che found some food that looked bad outside the cellar above the palace, and placed it under the table before slicing it.

Add burning candles and decorative flower pots.

Half a while ago, the little angel treated the wound under Rus.

After failure, or before failure.

Rus charged a punch and hit Leon fiercely, but the latter seized the opportunity to open it. This punch finally landed on the stone wall behind Leon, and the huge oil painting on it was instantly shattered into pieces, turning into worthless powder. The thick wall was also penetrated, and the powerful force even caused an implosion in the building.

This is not a desire for failure, so complex and so pure, but so difficult.

The thunder sounded again from the low sky.

"You're worrying too much. Those ointments use a kind of herb from Bawei as raw material. The healing effect is very poor, and it will definitely leave scars."

After waiting for Rus to answer, the little angel smiled and spoke to himself.

The wild wolves' songs stopped, and our voices became even louder, but there was something new mixed in.

There is no need to speak too little, just fight. There is no retreat, no compromise, but only the final defeat to prove yourself.

Ding-dong!

When the little angel's white fingers gently touched the scars under the wolf king's body and applied the hot ointment underneath.

The two primarchs hugged each other, wrestled with each other, and looked for opportunities to swing each other up and hit each other, and then they kept waving their fists and swords.

You raised your head and looked at your brother without any doubt, frowning and saying, "It should be painful, is your action too heavy?"

The terrible glory cannot be blocked even by the rainstorm from the sky.

Before a collision, the distance was pulled apart.

The icy blade of the lion king's sword was raised downward, and the whistling sword wind was slower than the sound, leaving a shining silver light in the air.

Bang!

Leon's chest rose and fell violently.

The narrow wings flapped the air.

And the wolf king was not bad either.

The wolf king reached out and grabbed Leon's golden and soft long hair.

I know why...

There was no shouting from the warriors.

My messy hair in the subsequent battle was also carefully taken care of. If it weren't for the damage under the armor, Leon would look almost the same as the original knight king.

The magic runes from ancient Fenwel below extinguished one by one, and the steel was torn apart, but the outer muscles stubbornly resisted the erosion of the inner world, and thick blood gushed out from the narrow wound like aviation fuel.

The two primarchs had not forgotten the cause of the war, and there were no more extra thoughts in our minds.

I am sure what I would think when I saw myself now.

The armor under the wolf king was not almost completely damaged in the previous battle. I simply took off the armor directly, and only a soft white robe was draped under my body. The furry chest was exposed in the orange candlelight. A narrow scar was revealed under the primarch's magnificent body, which looked a little hideous.

"If the battle continues, he will definitely lose." Leon said coldly.

In the end, Russ thought that the laughter came from some distant place.

I am now as lazy as a well-fed siberian, basking in the bright sunshine in the morning.

The expression on Leon's face was uncertain. I looked at the two throne coins thrown on the ground, and the emperor's noble face was reflected in the backlight of thunder.

But now...

It doesn't look like a banquet.

——

Because we are all war gods shaped by the same means, each of us represents the peak of strength, endurance and speed. It is difficult for anyone to defeat his brother, and he needs to use all his skills.

Because of the intense joy, the wolf king howled.

With doubts.

When the war itself retreated to the lowest ebb, Russ keenly noticed that there was a trace of harmony mixed in the sacred duel.

Blood mixed with sweat seeped out of Leon's body, soaking the lining of the armor. My long golden hair was covered with dust. My two hearts were beating violently, and my muscles felt a spasm because of the brutal blow. Every movement required more power from my body.

The wolf king was winking at Leon triumphantly. Leon's injuries seemed to be less serious than Russ's. At least there were no obvious penetrating wounds or lacerations. With the help of some medical methods inside the dark and white angel, plus the weak self-healing ability of the original body itself.

He charged forward again, swords collided and bit each other, and the roar of metal shook the whole hall.

My descendants were holding a banquet, and the ragged lords were fighting each other like street thugs. At the end, the war between us may be for some grand goals, but now we are bloodstained, panting, and have no grace at all.

The redness and swelling under Leon's face have not dissipated yet.

At the end, the wolves were singing the ancient songs of the Fenwelt glaciers, but soon the dark angels joined in the large-scale chorus, singing the war songs of Caliban to cheer their king.

"Let that matter stop here, Leon."

I know which wolf cub got drunk and threw two glittering throne coins into the open space behind Leon and the wolf king.

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Wu Gong finally suppressed the curiosity in his heart. I raised my head. Even if it was a quick glance, the scene I saw still made my saliva secrete automatically and my teeth felt sour.

This is a small barrel of fine wine, which is almost half the height of an adult. It is held in the arms of his own wolf cubs and drunk. In another broken corridor, you can also see a simple barbecue grill supported. The well-known beast meat is golden and crispy in the bonfire. A drop of shiny grease falls into the bonfire, accompanied by a hissing sound, and the fragrance immediately fills the nasal cavity of the wolf king.

I was covered in blood, and there were very deep scars on my chest and legs.

The little angel appeared on the battlefield and landed beside Rus. The stupid wolf was still laughing, as if he had forgotten everything that had just happened, including the little expedition, the wolf group's white and dark, and Leon.

There was a violent storm inside, and the continuous fire was gnawing at the land, leaving traces of scorched white.

The sky was full of burning clouds, and ashes rose like smoke columns that pierced through the scorched white land. The weak explosion turned the vast wilderness into a sea of ​​neon and thunderstorms. Everything that was seen was the masterpiece of the Astartes, and the deaths of tens of thousands of people were the tyranny and cruelty of the primarchs gathered here.

Leon's footsteps stopped in place, and his bruised face was blue and white.

At least, I am so angry now, as if it is the most inappropriate time.

What would I think.

Russ said with a smile, "It seems that you have to fight side by side again."

The little angel was also staring at his brother, with amber eyes with a tenderness that no one could agree with.

Duran's palace did not have a well-equipped reception hall.

Chao Che smiled and said, "You guarantee that the taste of the wine will be worse than those brewed by Caliban."

With the almost abnormal self-healing ability of the original body, those wounds have not scabbed yet, and they are bleeding. But it still affected the body of the wolf king. Whenever I moved a little less and swung my fists or axes violently, waves of tearing pain would come from the wounds.

Where the little angel could see.

Since I joined Tengjier's kingdom, I have never won.

The cool palm of a huge hand was placed heavily on Leon's shoulder, and he walked towards me from the darkness. The spiritual power was lingering under me, and the annoying rainstorm that had stopped last time disappeared at that moment. Although it was not completely covered, the whole castle was finally damp now, and the atmosphere became even colder.

"Hahahaha!"

Bang!