The atmosphere on the bridge was delicate.
Liang Bing and He Xi's gazes clashed fiercely in midair, making the air itself thick and heavy.
The Tech-Priests pretended to work diligently, but their eyes kept drifting toward those two extraordinary beings.
Guilliman's heart rose to his throat. He had no doubt that if those two queen-level beings truly came to blows here, he would have to say goodbye to his flagship.
Just then, a cheerful voice shattered the dead silence.
"He Xi! This place is so much fun! There are countless bugs, and all those huge sandbags you can use to tear apart those toys..." Pandora tugged on He Xi's hand.
She raised her little face, her large eyes sparkling with pure, trouble-loving curiosity. "Also, Liang Bing caught a super-interesting specimen! A big guy called Mortarion! He smells absolutely awful! He Xi, hurry and come see! Liang Bing said it was an 'artwork.' I don't really get it, but you definitely will!"
Pandora's sudden interruption was like a needle popping a taut balloon.
He Xi's icy, scrutinizing gaze paused slightly. She looked down at Pandora, who was holding her hand, and an almost imperceptible softness flickered through her azure eyes.
She reached out and gently rubbed Pandora's little head. "A stinky work of art? Liang Bing, your taste in 'collectibles'... is still quite unique."
Though her voice remained cool and clear, the sharp edge of their confrontation seemed to have lessened somewhat.
Liang Bing curled her lip as well and shot an irritated glance at the trembling crowd on the bridge, especially those sneaking glances at her from the corners of their eyes. She snorted coldly. "Hmph! What are you looking at? Keep staring, and I'll gouge out your eyeballs, chop your tin cans into eight pieces, and throw them into