Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

Ferrus held the warhammer horizontally in front of him, his silver iron hands making a low metallic scraping sound as he gripped the handle, the dark coating on the hammerhead reflecting a cold, hard luster in the dim light.

The Emperor still held the greatsword burning with golden flames. The golden light on his body intensified slightly when Felus assumed a fighting stance, like a layer of flowing flame slowly spreading along the outline of his shoulder armor and breastplate.

Just as Felus took a deep breath and was about to charge forward, the Emperor reached out and stopped him.

This caused Felus's body, which was already preparing to charge, to pause, and also left Zhao Zheng, who was watching the battle from the mountain peak behind, puzzled.

What is the emperor planning to do now?

"What's wrong? Is there a problem here?"

Ferrus forced himself to suppress his fighting spirit and asked in confusion.

The emperor shook his head.

"No, it's just that you're probably not strong enough to fight me right now; your strength is still a bit lacking."

"what do you mean?"

Felus gripped the hammer handle tightly with his iron hand, his eyes already showing a hint of anger, revealing his violent nature.

"Are you trying to humiliate me? Even if you are my father, I will prove to you that my strength is absolutely not..."

"No, I'm not questioning your strength, but you're certainly not at a level where you can challenge me."

"Then I'll prove it to you!"

As Felus was about to charge again, his mind already a little muddled, he wanted to smash his head with a hammer and then use his iron hands to smash the Emperor's face!

"Don't rush. I have a more suitable opponent for you. When you can defeat him, it will prove that you are qualified to challenge me."

The Emperor paid no attention to Feralus's anger. He turned to look at Zhao Zheng, who was watching the "show" from the mountaintop. With a casual pinch of his right hand, terrifying psionic energy instantly pulled the bewildered Zhao Zheng to his side.

"Let me introduce you. This is your brother, the commander of the Second Legion, the Imperial Dragon Legion, and also the emperor of the Qin Empire, an alliance of the Empire. He is the Primarch with the most outstanding achievements in the Great Expedition and is incredibly powerful."

"Below me, your second brother is invincible throughout the galaxy, punching the Alien Pocket Empire and kicking the Dark Technology Barbarians, never suffering a defeat."

"Nicknamed the Dragon of the Empire, the Peerless General of the Empire, the strongest Primarch of the Quasi-Sun Lord, Zhao Zheng!"

Both Felus and Zhao Zheng were dumbfounded by the emperor's nonsensical string of titles.

Zhao Zheng himself didn't know he was so outstanding.

No, what is all this about?!

Weren't you supposed to be fighting Feralas? Why are you suddenly dragging me into this?!

But the emperor ignored their stunned expressions and turned to Felus.

“My son, give it your all against your elder brother. If you can defeat him one day, then you will be qualified to challenge me.”

The emperor turned around and patted Zhao Zheng on the shoulder. The emperor, whose face was usually expressionless and whom Zhao Zheng had never seen since his return, smiled for the first time, which made Zhao Zheng feel a little uneasy.

"Remember, you're brothers, and Feralas is your younger brother! Don't go too far."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, his figure disappeared and landed in the spot where Zhao Zheng had been watching the battle. The best "viewing" spot that Zhao Zheng had carefully selected was now occupied by the emperor.

Now it was his turn to watch the game.

Zhao Zheng looked at Felus, who was full of fighting spirit, and then turned to look at the Emperor, who seemed to still be smiling. This bastard even waved at him!

Damn it!

That damn weasel! How can it be so petty!

Wasn't it just that he tricked Horus? It was just a few treasures, but in exchange for Horus's logistical support for twenty years, was he really at a loss?

“Ferus, listen to your brother, I…”

Without any hesitation, Felus grabbed his warhammer and charged forward, smashing it down on Zhao Zheng's body, which was even taller than his own.

boom!

Zhao Zheng was slammed into the mountain behind him by the brute force of the iron hand, creating a loud booming sound.

Seeing Felus's solid blow land heavily on Zhao Zheng, the Emperor couldn't help but cheer inwardly.

Well done, Feralas!

That's it! Smash it hard!

But Ferrus did not share the emperor's optimistic attitude. He looked at Zhao Zheng, who was gradually removing his armor, and at the strong body that shimmered with pale gold and black patterns. His brows were full of solemnity.

"Tsk, you started attacking without even saying a word, Felus."

Zhao Zheng emerged from the thick smoke step by step, the two-colored patterns on his body shining brightly. His explosive body, resembling the gnarled roots of an old tree and sculpted by the greatest artist of ancient Terra, brought Feralus an unparalleled sense of oppression.

This guy is incredibly strong. His father might not have lied to him. All those titles he holds might actually be real!

But at this moment, Felus also felt an intense fighting spirit boiling within him. He had never before experienced such a thrilling moment in his life.

He felt the vibrant, ceaseless surge of life within him at that moment!

Felus threw away his warhammer, clenched his iron hands into fists, and launched a fierce attack on Zhao Zheng.

war!

Chapter 61 In order to gain Feralas's friendship, let's beat him until he begs for mercy on his knees first!

boom!

As Ferrus charged, a terrifying sonic boom echoed behind him, and a pair of iron fists, wreathed in flames, slammed towards Zhao Zheng.

boom!

Zhao Zheng made no attempt to dodge, simply letting Felus's fists pound on him, producing a dull thud.

Alright, Feralas! That's it! Let's go for it!

The Emperor, using his psionic powers to create a 1080P 360° 4K video feed from afar, ignored the warriors of the Avinia clan following behind and simply stood there watching the two begin their battle.

It's a pity there are no melon seeds here, and there are people around, otherwise the emperor would have liked to grab a handful of melon seeds to eat before sitting down and cheering for the two of them.

But Felus felt something was wrong. Why was it that when his iron hand attacked Zhao Zheng's body, his iron hand was the one that was hurting from the shock? The force of the shock even made his shoulder joint feel like it was being torn apart.

"Your strength is still a bit lacking, Felus."

Zhao Zheng's large hand gripped Feralus's iron hand. Feralus's body, which had awakened its essence and devoured two fragments of the Star God, was already beyond Feralus's imagination in terms of strength.

The terrifying force caused Felus's right iron hand to feel a twisting sensation.

Felus had always believed that his iron hands would not feel any pain. After all, he had tested them in magma and used many advanced technologies. Not to mention pain, it was difficult to even leave a scratch, and the scratches healed in the blink of an eye.

This once led Felus to believe that these iron hands not only lacked any nervous system, but would also remain undamaged.

But today he realized that he had been misunderstanding something all along: his iron hand wasn't immune to pain, nor could it always heal so quickly; it was just that he hadn't encountered such an opponent before.

Zhao Zheng gripped Felus's iron hand and flung it behind him. The strong body was flung into the mountain peak at a speed even faster than when he had charged forward.

Boom!

The mountain peak, hundreds of meters high, was instantly destroyed, and the residual force of Felus's flight even destroyed two more mountains behind it before finally stopping.

"Cough cough cough."

Felus pulled himself out of the mountain. The feeling of his internal organs churning inside him made him kneel down and cough a few times. The blood he coughed up contained some fragments of his internal organs.

So strong!

After just one exchange, Felus completely believed what the Emperor had said earlier. This brother was truly terrifying; even a casual strike could inflict such damage on him.

It seems that I am still far behind my father.

When Felus stood up from the rubble, his entire right arm was numb.

The surface of those silver iron hands was covered with fine white cracks, extending from the knuckles to the wrists, as if they had been repeatedly crushed by some force that exceeded their limits.

He glanced down at his right hand, confirming that the cracks were healing themselves at an extremely slow pace, then looked up again at the figure still standing in the distance.

Zhao Zheng stood still, without even moving a step, only turning his head to look in the direction of Feralus, his eyes calm.

Since my brother and father are watching me, how can I let them down?

Then let's continue the fight!

Without hesitation, Felus launched another charge.

Primarch's recovery speed is very fast. The moment he stood up, Felus felt that his internal injuries were already recovering rapidly. The internal injuries caused by crashing into three mountains were almost healed.

This time, the speed was even faster than the first time, leaving a trail of scorched earth behind him. His already somewhat twisted right hand once again slammed into Zhao Zheng's side with the force of a powerful punch.

Zhao Zheng dodged to the side, and Felus's fist grazed less than an inch from the edge of his chest, the force of which shattered a half-buried boulder behind him into pieces.

Zhao Zheng took a step back and blocked Felus's elbow strike with his hand. The moment his palm made contact with the iron hand, a dull metallic clang was heard.

Using the recoil, Ferrus leaped backward dozens of meters to create distance, and then charged forward again.

His attack pattern became even more ferocious in this round, alternating between punches and kicks, with each attack closely linked, leaving Zhao Zheng no gap to counterattack.

But Zhao Zheng defended against all of them, and not a single attack actually hit his vital points.

Felus could feel his iron hands vibrating continuously. Each time he parried and collided with Zhao Zheng, the cracks would widen a little, and his internal organs would be constantly shaken by the recoil.

Blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth again, but he was at the height of his fighting spirit and absolutely could not stop here!

Felus could already sense that the physical breakthrough he had been pursuing was about to arrive soon!

He pressed forward at an even faster pace, using his iron hand to engage in continuous offensive and defensive exchanges with Zhao Zheng at close range.

Felus gritted his teeth. He could feel the iron hand groaning in pain, his bones and muscles constantly cracking and repairing, but the pain made Felus feel "alive" like never before.

Finally, Felus found an opening, and his left iron hand cut in from below at an extremely tricky angle, delivering a heavy punch to Zhao Zheng's abdomen.

boom!

The punch landed squarely on Zhao Zheng's abdomen, causing a flicker of surprise in Felus's eyes. However, the expression on his face vanished as the familiar, sharp pain returned.

Why is my second brother's body so hard?!

Zhao Zheng took the heavy blow head-on, but his body didn't even sway.

Felus's attack stopped before the barrier of power emanating from Zhao Zheng's body, unable to advance any further.

Then he saw Zhao Zheng raise his right fist.

The fist wasn't fast, but in Felus's vision, it was like a collapsing mountain that he couldn't avoid.

To die!

Feralas's biological instincts were rapidly warning him: Run! Don't take the hit head-on! You'll die!

But now there's no escaping it.

He tried to cross his arms in front of him, using the defensive power of his iron hands to cushion the blow, but when Zhao Zheng's fist landed on the surface of his iron hands, Felus felt a heavy force instantly spread throughout his body from the point of contact.

His arms were knocked outwards, and he flew backwards, skimming the ground for thousands of meters, carving a deep trench in the earth before crashing into a mountain peak.

This time, the mountain was not destroyed again, because Feralus's back was already a bloody mess, and he used his back and iron hands to press against the ground to mitigate the impact.

Ferrus tried to stand up immediately after the slide stopped, but his legs were no longer under his control, and trembling and tearing pain was gushing from every joint.

The iron fibers on those iron hands were completely twisted, and the recovery speed was quite slow. It would probably take several days to recover. However, there was an unbearable itching sensation coming from the burning, blurry flesh on his back.

He struggled to stand up, supporting himself on the ground, but Zhao Zheng had already walked up to him.

"Shall we continue?"

Ferrus raised his head and met Zhao Zheng's gaze.

Although his eyes still held endless fighting spirit, Zhao Zheng could sense that he had completely acknowledged his own strength.

"Again."

"Ferus said."

Even if I can't beat you, I will never admit defeat to anyone.

Zhao Zheng's lips twitched slightly.

He raised his right fist again, his knuckles brimming with extremely concentrated spiritual energy. The surrounding air visibly distorted under the pressure of that energy, and one could vaguely see golden and dark light moving rapidly within it.

But that momentum vanished quickly. Zhao Zheng felt he couldn't be too ruthless, or he might not be able to remain brothers with Felus.