The embers of the explosion were floating under the dome of the Hall, and a cluster of tiny arcs of electricity occasionally flashed across the broken line, illuminating the empty ground between the two of them.
Leman Russ·Russ stood at the entrance of the Hall, the sawtooth of Devourer of Souls in his hand still rotating at the speed of light.
Then, Russ took a step forward, and the sole of his foot hit the metal floor with a dull echo.
"Are you Alpha or Omega." Russ's voice was neither light nor heavy.
He raised his weapon, looked at Primarch in front of him who was wearing cyan armor, and said slowly, "You guys look really alike."
Omega stood silently on the spot, Spear pointed diagonally at the ground.
Listening to Russ's words, Omega's eyes were as calm as water, without any waves.
Silence was like a wall between the two of them.
Russ waited for two seconds and did not get an answer.
The slightly curious expression on his face quickly faded away, and he curled his lips, with a hint of boredom in his tone. "It's boring."
He no longer looked at Omega's face, but slowly and deliberately reached out and pulled out the ancient Winter's Axe from behind.
The ax blade was made of some kind of metal with a blue-black luster, and the edge was covered with fine chips and wear marks, proving that it had experienced countless cuts.
Russ weighed Battle Axe in his palm, and then raised it together with the Chainsword that had been held in his left hand. He held Chainsword in his left hand and Battle Axe in his right hand. The two weapons were slightly open at his side, like a giant wolf with both jaws open at the same time.
He took big steps and approached Omega in front of him.
Every step fell with an unstoppable sense of oppression, as if a giant wolf was crossing the ice field and announcing its presence to its prey.
"Whether you are Omega or Alpha." Russ spoke as he walked, his voice booming out in the gaps between his footsteps. "Your presence here can only mean one thing..."
Before he finished speaking, his speed increased instantly, from striding to sprinting without warning.
At this moment, the huge body exploded with an explosive force that was completely disproportionate to its size. A spark burst out from the metal floor, Battle Axe waved an afterimage in the air, and the ax blade struck Omega's head with a shrill scream.
"... You have all betrayed."
Dang!
In an instant, Spear was lifted up.
Omega's hands met almost at the last moment before the ax blade arrived, and the Power Spear firmly held Russ's oncoming Battle Axe.
The moment metal collided with metal, there was a loud bang that could shatter the eardrum.
Omega's arms bent slightly under the impact, and two footprints were dented on the deck beneath his feet.
The remaining power on the ax blade was transmitted into his palm through the spear body, making his finger bones numb.
His face was expressionless, but his mind had already raised another level of vigilance.
Russ's power was more terrifying than he expected.
"No matter what, we used to be brothers, but not anymore." Russ looked down at the spear body that intersected with his own ax blade.
Then, Russ pressed more force against the ax blade, causing Omega's feet to slip slightly backward again.
Omega did not reply.
He gritted his teeth, exerted force with his arms, and shook Russ's Battle Axe away a little, trying to distance himself.
Boom!
However, the moment Omega had just blocked Battle Axe, the Chainsword that had been hovering in Russ's left hand suddenly came from Omega's side.
Devourer of Souls's saw teeth were like a thousand iron teeth biting together at the same time, striking at the junction of his lumbar spine and rib armor at a tricky angle.
This sword was silent, but Russ controlled it just right, as if he was waiting for Omega to open Battle Axe's flaw for a few tenths of a second, and then tore it open with a claw.
Omega's pupils shrank.
He felt the sudden approaching chill and the airflow caused by the sawtooth rolling of the air, and his body retreated sharply.
But Chainsword's speed was beyond normal, and the sword blade still passed between his chest and abdomen.
With a stabbing sound, the saw teeth bit into the edge of his breastplate, tearing apart the cyan breastplate with a brute strength. Metal Shard flew to both sides like plowed soil, revealing the silver-gray lining of the lower layer of the carapace and the vague outline of muscles.
However, that's just it.
The distance Omega retreated prevented the Chainsword from cutting through the deeper protection. The breastplate was torn, but the body under the armor was not injured.
The bright red Mars jumped a few times between the saw teeth, and then dimmed.
Omega had retreated several meters away, with the tip of his spear drooping and his body hunched over, his eyes fixed on the two weapons in Russ's hands.
"Hu--Hu--"
Omega breathed heavily.
The gasp came out of his throat, with a rare hint of embarrassment.
What does the oppression of that blow just now look like to Omega?
He had faced countless enemies and seen countless ferocious attacks on the battlefield, but the moment Russ held the double blades and rushed towards him, he was like a giant wolf. Just waving his claws lightly made Omega feel terrified.
That was not simply skill or strength. For Omega, it was like an innate killing intent belonging to a predator, rushing towards his face in the air.
Omega has no doubt that the blow he just struck against his brother was aimed at killing him.
We can't fight here.
Omega quickly completed the judgment in his mind.
The purpose of his trip was to lead Russ to Reactor, so that Russ could destroy the Warp Engine that was accumulating energy for him.
If he fights Russ head-on in this Hall, no matter the outcome, he cannot prevent Utio from completing charging after 24 Terra hours.
He must move the battlefield to the right place.
The plan finally became clear.
He made a decisive decision and stopped trying to defend or counterattack.
He turned around and ran towards the dim passage behind him, his figure quickly disappearing between the pipeline and the shadow.
Russ's face changed.
He was originally expecting a hearty battle, but the other party turned around and ran away.
He looked at the back of Omega disappearing deep into the passage, and let out a low groan in his throat, with a kind of provoked anger in it.
He did not catch up immediately, but looked back at the Space Wolves Legion soldiers standing behind the Hall, and quickly issued an order, "Guard here and block all passages to the bow. Don't let them change Shipping Routes."
The soldiers responded with a series of First Company roars and dispersed towards the entrances around the Hall, forming a gradually tightening blockade behind them.
Then, Russ took steps and chased in the direction where Omega disappeared.
Omega ran forward along the passage, his steps steady, but his mind was thinking quickly.
He estimated how far away he was from Reactor, and also estimated how fast Russ was catching up behind him.
At this moment, the communicator on his armband emitted a burst of electric noise, and then Utio's voice came from it. "Omega, what are you doing? You should turn back and fight Russ now instead of evacuating into the cabin."
There was a hint of displeasure in that metallic voice, which made Omega frown.
Omega did not stop, and while passing through the next airtight door, he lowered his voice and responded, "I can't beat Russ in that place, let me change the battlefield."
Utio's voice paused for less than a second.
During the brief silence, there seemed to be a faint sound of keys on Command Room.
Then, Utio spoke again, "I will send Battle Automaton to assist you in fighting. I hope you can kill Space Wolves Legion Primarch right here."
After saying this, there was a buzzing sound in Communications Channel.
Omega ran through a curved pipeline corridor, and in front of him was the last unmaintained passage leading to the Reactor area in his memory.
His pace slowed down slightly for a moment, and then he said coldly, "I will try my best."
As the voice fell, the face disappeared under the shadow of Helmet, flashing an almost imperceptible light.
Then, he quickened his pace and ran deeper into the darkness. From the passage not far behind him, the heavy and well-proportioned footsteps of Russ could be heard.