The air in the Colosseum seemed to have been drained away at this very moment.
Dim, yellow sunlight filtered through the hole in the dome, casting mottled shadows on the ground; at the edge of the light and shadow stood that pink-purple, dreamlike figure.
Fogremia stood quietly at the entrance of the passage. Her gorgeous crystal power armor flowed with a hazy radiance, and her moonlight-like silver long hair stirred without wind.
The slender longsword in her hand had not even been stained by a single drop of blood during the previous battle; it remained as clean and new as ever.
Yet, her face, which was too perfect to be mortal, was now filled with unprecedented, extreme shock.
Her deep purple eyes were locked tightly onto the Red-haired Valkyrie who had just been reborn from the light and was kneeling on one knee before Leticia.
That face still vaguely retained the contours of Angron, but all the ruggedness and ferocity had been erased, replaced by a feminine fortitude and handsomeness filled with wild power.
That body was no longer a bloated, violent mass of muscles, but a perfect war-body full of streamlined athleticism, every inch of which seemed to contain volcanic explosive power.
That aura... it was still that familiar, bone-deep, pure anger and Battle Intent.
But it was no longer chaotic, painful, and leaking everywhere as it had been in the past; instead, it was perfectly restrained and condensed, like an unparalleled fierce weapon sheathed, its edge hidden but even more dangerous.
"Angron...?" Fogremia's voice carried a hint of dryness she hadn't even noticed, and she subconsciously took a step forward.
"No..." She immediately denied her own judgment, her purple pupils shrinking suddenly.
"Who are you?" This question was less about curiosity and more about a scrutiny and judgment stemming from a "perfectionist."
In her view, the creature before her was like a weapon crafted from the most violent materials using the crudest methods—full of power, but devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
And yet, such a "crude" work had actually received a personal "correction" from her Elder Sister, and was even displaying such an intimate posture.
This caused a complex emotion, mixed with jealousy and displeasure that she herself couldn't quite explain, to surge in Fogremia's heart.
However, the Red-haired Valkyrie who had just sworn allegiance did not even look back at her.
Anglonia slowly stood up; her tall, upright figure, over two meters tall, was like a mountain range.
Her amber eyes, burning with raging flames, merely swept a cold glance with her peripheral vision at the uninvited guest at the passage entrance.
From Fogremia, she smelled a powerful aura that was of the same origin as her Elder Sister, yet completely different.
It was a scent that was elegant, exquisite, and filled with the power of Divine Charm.
Anglonia did not understand what art was, nor did she understand what aesthetic beauty was.
Her most primitive combat instinct, derived from a beast, was frantically sending her warnings.
"Threat."
"An existence... that might take away the Goddess's attention."
This thought, like a spark falling into an oil drum, instantly ignited Anglonia's anger, which was named "Protection" and had just found a vent.
"Get lost." Anglonia finally spoke.
Her voice was hoarse, low, and filled with an unquestionable sense of oppression, like two branding irons squeezed out of a scorching throat.
She didn't even turn around, merely slightly horizontally positioning the roaring, massive chainaxe in her hand, using her broad back, encased in copper-red power armor, to completely block Fogremia's view of Leticia.
"This place does not need a second guardian."
Boom! A Battle Intent, pure to the extreme and solidified into substance, erupted from Anglonia like a volcanic eruption!
That Battle Intent was no longer chaotic but highly condensed, turning into an invisible, scorching shockwave that slammed fiercely toward Fogremia.
The entire ground of the Colosseum trembled slightly because of the eruption of this aura.
Fogremia was directly angered into laughing by this extremely rude provocation.
Her lips, which always carried a hint of laziness and arrogance, curled for the first time into a cold arc filled with genuine anger.
"A beast that has just been let out of a cage dares to bare its fangs at me?"
Fogremia elegantly, almost provocatively, performed a sword flourish, the tip of her blade tracing a perfect silver trajectory in the air.
The power of Divine Charm on her body, like an enraged phoenix, turned into pink-purple, visible light feathers that swirled and danced around her, meeting that scorching shockwave head-on.
"Beasts should stay in their cages, quietly waiting for their master's feeding."
Her voice was cold and melodious, every word like a poisoned, sharp silver needle, precisely piercing Anglonia's sensitive nerves.
"Guarding the Goddess is an art that requires a lifetime of study."
Fogremia's chin lifted slightly, and a hint of undisguised contempt flowed from her purple eyes.
"And not through a vulgar method like yours... only knowing how to roar at the air."
One was the Perfect Sword Princess, as elegant as a swan under the moon.
The other was the Red-haired Valkyrie, as wild as a lioness in the scorching sun.
One represented extreme technique and aesthetic beauty.
The other represented pure power and Battle Intent.
Two powerful auras that were completely different, yet both originated from a Primarch, collided violently within the small Colosseum!
The air seemed to solidify into a gelatinous state at this moment.
On one side were pink-purple Divine Charm light feathers, like sharp blades flying across the sky, carrying the elegance to cut through everything.
On the other side was the crimson flame of the Battle Intent, like magma about to devour everything, carrying the violence to burn through the wilderness.
At the intersection of the two forces, space itself emitted a faint, overwhelmed "crackle."
In Anglonia's amber pupils, the flames burned even more fiercely.
Her fingers gripping the chainaxe stood out due to the force, and the explosive muscle lines on her arms bulged to the limit under the power armor.
Fogremia's face still wore that cold smile, but her hand gripping the sword was also tightened as never before.
She had already decided to use an impeccable, one-sided crushing victory to properly "teach a lesson" to this ignorant new sister, to make her understand who was the most indispensable, the only Perfect Sword by the Elder Sister's side.
Just one second before this imminent civil war was about to break out, a soft sigh, carrying a hint of helplessness, sounded between the two.
"Alright, stop it, both of you."
Leticia's voice was not loud and did not even contain any power.
But this single soft sentence was like an irresistible oracle, causing the two Primarch Sisters, who were already at daggers drawn with their auras climbed to the peak, to stiffen suddenly at the same time.
Two fair, slender hands reached out from behind, gently and without any force, pressing onto their hard pauldrons.
On the left was Fogremia's gorgeous crystal pauldron, like a work of art.
On the right was Anglonia's copper-red pauldron, full of a sense of power.
Merely this gentle touch caused those two powerful auras, capable of shaking the heavens and earth, to vanish instantly like a popped balloon.
Anglonia's body, which was as tense as steel, instinctively relaxed the moment she felt the temperature of Leticia's fingertips.
A trace of childlike confusion flashed in her amber eyes, which were full of the Battle Intent; she did not understand why the Goddess wanted to stop her from eliminating the "threat."
Fogremia gave a soft huff; although she reined in her aura, her purple eyes still glanced at Anglonia with dissatisfaction, as if saying, "Consider yourself lucky."
Leticia rubbed her brow with a headache, feeling like an old mother mediating between two jealous daughters.
She walked between the two, looked up at the arrogant silver-haired sister on the left, then looked at the vigilant red-haired sister on the right, feeling a massive headache.
"Fogremia," Leticia said first to her First Knight, "Let me introduce you, this is Anglonia, your new sister."
Then, she turned her head and said in a more gentle tone to the lioness who had just been tamed, "Anglonia, this is Fogremia, your sister."
"Sister..." This word was a brand new, never-before-encountered concept for Anglonia.
In her amber pupils, that pure hostility receded rapidly like a tide, replaced by a deeper confusion.
She turned her head and for the first time, truly, seriously, and carefully examined the silver-haired woman before her, who had a slender figure and a beautiful face.
Is this... what the Elder Sister meant by "sister"?
Fogremia turned her head to the side and let out a very light, almost inaudible "hmpf," which counted as the bare minimum, superficial obedience to Leticia's command.
But her scrutinizing, critical gaze still scanned back and forth without ceremony over Anglonia's muscular, athletic body.
"Does such a rude beast deserve to be my sister?"
The tense, daggers-drawn atmosphere between the two was finally suppressed under Leticia's forceful mediation.
But the air was still permeated with a subtle, competitive scent of gunpowder.
They examined each other, their eyes seemingly engaged in a silent, even more intense confrontation.
"Only I can offer the most perfect victory to the Elder Sister."
"Only I can be the strongest battle axe that can trample everything for the Goddess."
Just as this subtle standoff had formed a fragile balance, "BOOM!!!"
A deafening loud noise suddenly came from the entrance of the Colosseum!
That sturdy "wall" that Fogremia had piled up with the corpses of the World Eaters was violently smashed open by a more violent force coming from the outside!
Shattered ceramite armor plates and severed limbs splashed in all directions as if bombarded by bolter fire.
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