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Chapter 635 Another Blessing

On Felus Manus’s towering body, the scars multiplied and deepened at an unprecedented rate.

The silver-gray precision-engineered power armor had long lost its former majesty, covered with a dense web of cracks and deep dents.

The armor plates in several key areas were completely cracked and rolled up, exposing the intricate and complex mechanical structure beneath. At this moment, these exposed mechanical structures were frantically spewing blinding electric sparks and energy arcs, and the bionic fibers that wrapped the metal skeleton and simulated biological muscles but were even stronger could be vaguely seen trembling violently.

She was like a giant who stood firm in a raging storm, yet was covered in wounds, every inch of her steel body groaning under the unbearable burden.

But Feralas continued to resist stubbornly like a reef, but anyone could see that the Lord of Steel had completely fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

Each block became increasingly difficult, and each dodge increasingly perilous.

She fought and retreated, her steps heavy yet exceptionally precise, until she was just one step away from the absolute core of the static force field—the spherical death trap with a radius of 100 meters.

Fugen laughed wildly, his laughter filled with a twisted desire for conquest and an almost manic pleasure.

He was certain of victory, and all his senses and attention were completely focused on the sister before him, whom he was about to "conquer" and "reshape," greedily enjoying the ultimate pleasure brought about by her seemingly "powerless" yet still stubbornly resisting resistance.

The Primarch was so engrossed in the cat-and-mouse game that he failed to notice that the originally dense and viscous chaotic psionic energy on the surrounding battlefield had been weakened to an extremely thin state by the continuous purification rituals, like morning mist dispelled by the sun.

Unbeknownst to him, hundreds of meters beneath his feet, within the rock strata and steel foundation, the stasis field generator—personally installed by the Great Sage Kaul and connected to the raging nuclear energy of Medusa—had its energy reading skyrocket to a critical point. A terrifying, cold, and deathly energy fluctuation, not belonging to the subspace, was poised to erupt, like an ancient behemoth lurking beneath the abyss, silently opening its massive jaws.

Just as Fugen raised his arms high, the eerie "stabbing sword" in his hand gathering enough dark psionic energy to completely annihilate Feralus and the entire area behind her, turning them into elementary particles—the destructive energy sphere expanded violently, about to strike down, in the last instant before delivering his so-called "final judgment"—

"It's now!"

Feralus's mental roar, like a pure lightning bolt of will, crashed into the depths of the consciousness of all those waiting through the highest-level encrypted link!

Om-! ! !
A deep, resonant hum, exceeding the limits of human hearing yet powerful enough to make the very core of the soul of all living beings and even machines tremble, suddenly exploded!
It does not travel through the air, but acts directly on the spatial structure itself!
Centered on a ground node disguised as ruins not far behind Felus, an invisible and absolute domain boundary expanded instantly at faster-than-light speed, forming a nearly perfect spherical area with a radius of 100 meters, completely enveloping Felus and Fugen in the midst of their fierce battle!
Time... was forcibly strangled!
No, it didn't stop completely, but became extremely viscous, almost solidified, like amber that had been frozen for millions of years!
Within the domain, all the flying dust, splashing sparks, and shattered fragments—all froze in mid-air, maintaining the dynamics of the previous moment, yet unable to move an inch further; the brilliant flames from the distant explosion were like frozen oil paint, losing all vitality and heat; sound was completely sucked away, plunging into a suffocating, absolute silence! The originally surging, almost tangible chaotic spiritual energy on Fugen's body seemed to be bound by countless layers of shackles forged at absolute zero, instantly dimming, sluggish, and nearly solidifying!
His connection with the dark, endlessly powerful source of energy in the warp was forcibly severed and largely isolated by this eerie force originating from ancient space necromancy technology!
The ecstatic and cruel expression on Fugen's face froze completely, transforming into an extreme, almost stunned, astonishment and disbelief.

His movements, which were originally as fast as lightning, were now like slow motion in the deepest nightmare, with every tiny movement requiring tremendous effort!

Static field, fully activated!
Almost at the same microsecond, the instant the force field boundary stabilized—two figures suddenly surged forward from behind a carefully concealed bunker, strong enough to shield them from all detection!
Like death itself moving through the cracks of time, they hurtled straight toward the Primarch, which was greatly restricted by terrifying power!

Hathor is attacking from the left!
She had long since shed her civilian disguise, now clad in pale white Terminator power armor, with a massive wolf pelt covering her shoulders—the signature attire of the Shadowmoon Wolf Primarch.

Her right hand was adorned with the menacing power claw "Claw of Horus," its blades shimmering with a dangerous, disintegrating energy field; her left hand gripped the heavy power warhammer "Worldbreaker," its head containing terrifying kinetic energy capable of shattering everything.

Her charge was imbued with the overwhelming pressure of a war commander who had once nearly brought down an empire. Her right claw and left hammer worked in perfect coordination, aiming directly at Fugen's vulnerable neck and torso, which were exposed due to shock and the force field's suppression. Her attack was fierce and as powerful as a thunderbolt!
On the right, the figure that had been hidden in the shadows finally appeared.

Her power armor was almost identical to Fugen's attire before his fall—a magnificent and elegant purple armor inlaid with gold patterns, only adjusted perfectly to suit the female figure, retaining its original noble bearing while outlining its graceful curves.

Her face was exactly like Fugen's, possessing the same stunningly perfect features, but due to the difference in gender, she appeared even more delicate and refined, with a layer of cold determination and unquestionable resolve between her brows.

What is most awe-inspiring is the weapon she holds: a longsword flowing with scorching energy, its blade gleaming with a familiar luster—the legendary weapon that Felus Manus personally forged for his dearest friend in the forge of the Holy Terra, pouring countless efforts and skills into it, only to be abandoned by Fuggen before his fall, the "Flame Blade"!
Her appearance caused Fugen's soul to tremble violently.

This is not merely a woman who looks similar; it is a personification of his former noble self—the self who had not yet fallen and was still worthy of the gift given by Ferrus.

The flaming blade in her hand shone with a pure and blazing light, as if silently condemning his subsequent betrayal and depravity. Every ray of light spoke of the forgotten brotherhood and the trampled loyalty.

Faced with this living phantom of his past, wielding the sword he had once abandoned, Fugen's mind, corrupted by chaos, cracked open—for the first time in ten thousand years, it was a genuine moment of unease.

(End of this chapter)