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Evening ca, after eting Elder Calerona and the Demon Hunter Supre Grandmaster Ernst, Teresa and Veronica headed to Ilona Restaurant for dinner.
Ilona Restaurant is a famous spot within the Celestial Vault Castle, known for offering top-notch wines and various delicacies. The restaurant sources its goods from all over the Old World through Erlengrad in Kislev, and recently added rare goods from Brittania, including the highly sought-after Winford wine.
Clearly, the restaurant has a significant connection with Teresa and Aurora.
The female sorcerer had reserved a private room in advance. Inside, a dim, goose-yellow magic lamp, silver candlesticks, and a table set with aperitifs and frozen appetizers awaited – frozen cod from Kislev and Winford wine from Brittania.
For a Great Noble, a formal dinner usually consists of a sequence of thirteen courses, each with its own dining etiquette and strict order. However, outside the court, such rules aren't as strict, and the thirteen courses are simplified to five: after the frozen appetizers, there's soup, a hot entrée, the main course, and dessert.
The sound of cutlery clinking against plates filled the air. Veronica seed a bit lost in thought as she looked around. She lightly sipped the aperitif, her luscious cherry lips looking quite tempting: "I rember once enjoying a candlelit dinner with him at the Celestial Vault Castle too, Trovik, you've never seen what he was like when he was down and out. Do you know what he was like when I first t him?"
Teresa's eyes lit up, she was very interested in Laine's past: "What was he like?"
"Why should I tell you?" Veronica suddenly laughed: "I've known Laine for about seven or eight years now. We've been through a lot together, our relationship is much deeper than you might think."
"You and Laine's relationship? How deep?" Teresa placed a delicious buttered bread into her mouth, the female sorcerer trying hard to understand more from Veronica.
"How deep? About twenty centiters," Veronica answered casually, a fleeting blush appearing on her sweet visage.
"???
The female sorcerer didn't catch on to what Veronica was insinuating.
Veronica observed Teresa for a while, her heavily ornanted little hands interlocked: "You haven't done that with Laine, have you?"
"Wha... Why bring that up suddenly, what's it to do with you?" When the topic was brought up, Teresa's face turned bright red, she responded with a bit of defiance: "That's between and him."
"Heh, is that so? Let warn you, Trovik, Laine is not like normal n." Veronica said playfully, noticing the female sorcerer's slight discomfort: "In light of our current tentative agreent, here's a piece of advice: for soone like Laine, responsibilities and a sense of mission are ingrained in his very bones. This is likely why the Lady of the Lake chose him as the Divine Chosen Champion. If you get involved with him, he won't throw you away, but instead, he'll decisively take responsibility."
"I see." Teresa was thoughtful, the female sorcerer was actually filled with anticipation at the thought of doing that with Laine. When she returned to Jialan recently, Aurora had rely glanced at her before expressing disappointnt, saying, "You've been with Laine for so long and haven't done that? Daughter, you're already thirty-two."
At this point in the conversation, the main courses of braised chicken in red wine, beef in red wine, and seafood dley were brought in by the waiter. Seeing this, Veronica paused the conversation and began cutting the at and seafood with her silverware, adding various condints.
Teresa suddenly realized she had let Veronica steer the conversation. The female sorcerer's mind was not on the food, and taking advantage of the fact that Veronica had been distracted, she decisively stated her purpose: "I ca to talk to you about sothing."
"Talk?" Veronica wiped her mouth with a napkin, not surprised: "Is it about Laine?"
"No, it's about the construction of my Wizard Tower."
"And what has the construction of your Wizard Tower to do with , Trovik?"
"I have a deal I want to discuss with you."
......
Old World, Brittania, Count Glamorgan's Domain, by the Xinong River.
"Boom!" A boulder by the river was shattered with one punch, the imnse sound almost causing the river to flow backward.
Laine, dressed in gray masterwork psychic power armor, was engaged in a physical confrontation with his brother Angerong.
Laine's Golden Griffin Warhamr clashed with Angerong's Dwarf Masterwork Battleaxe, sending out dazzling sparks all around. Each collision of the warhamr and battleaxe emitted a teeth-grinding sound. Laine's expression was as steadfast as a mountain, as he gripped the warhamr with both hands, delivering a relentless onslaught akin to a swift wind towards Angerong.
This attack was enough to instantly annihilate many great evils of the Old World. Many Beastman Beast Kings and green-skinned Warlords would et their demise under such an assault.
However, Laine's opponent was Angerong, the World-Devourer Primarch, who stood firm on the ground. His stance was like an Ancient War God radiating an invincible aura and a blood-colored might. Laine's ferocious offensive was effortlessly blocked by Angerong, and then, seizing the gap after Laine's barrage ended, Angerong raised his huge iron fist, aiming directly at Laine's face.
Laine was already prepared, and the Lake Fairy's Divine Chosen Champion imdiately dodged. Angerong's iron fist shattered a large rock by the riverbank, sending debris flying.
"What?!" Angerong couldn't believe his attack missed. As Laine retracted his strength, he twisted his body in an incredible way, his heavy armor spinning in mid-air. Then, the Golden Griffin Warhamr, engulfed in flas, attacked directly towards Angerong's shoulder.
"Boom!" The golden eagle statue on Angerong's armored shoulder was scraped off a layer of paint. At a critical mont, Angerong swiftly dodged Laine's attack, calmly sidestepped, and his battleaxe moved sideways, leaving a long scratch on Laine's Spiritual Masterwork Power Armor. The inner clothes were ripped, staining Laine's chest with blood.
"Ugh!" Laine groaned, retreating continuously. The powerful Light of Spiritual Power gathered on his retreat path, and after backing up two steps, a completely white Spiritual Light Spear was already in his hand.
"This is... father's move!" Angerong knew the strength of this technique. The World-Devourer Primarch imdiately treated it seriously, abandoning the pursuit and standing ready to defend.
"Go!" Laine clutched his chest with one hand and threw the Spiritual Light Spear towards Angerong with the other. The spear cut through the air, transforming into a rain of destruction. When Angerong tried to defend, the spear shattered, turning into seven or eight spears simultaneously targeting Angerong's weak spots amidst the dazzling light.
Face, shoulder, armpit, abdon, joints, each vulnerable area faced an assault from the spears.
But this was no obstacle for Angerong. He remained stationary, his towering figure spinning rapidly. A terrifying whirlwind enveloped Angerong's silhouette, and the sound of the axe blade slicing through the air and breaking the sound barrier was incessant.
Tornado Slash!
The Spiritual Light Spears either bounced off the vortex or were shattered.
"Whew~" Angerong ended his spin, standing still. By this ti, Laine had already appeared in front of him, the Golden Griffin Warhamr burning with golden flas, striking down from mid-air.
"Clang!!!" Laine's full-force strike finally made Angerong step back.
The battle between these brothers continued. On the riverbank's clearing, many deep pits had been created. It was February, and the Xinong River was still frozen, but Laine and Angerong's battle had cracked the ice surface, revealing the water flowing beneath the ice layer.
"Hey! Brothers! Brothers! Stop for a mont!" As Laine and Angerong were locked in fierce combat, a voice ca from their side: "Stop for a mont, my brothers."
"That voice is..." Laine and Angerong paused: "Magnus?"
In their minds, the voice of Red Son Magnus was heard. This forr fallen Tzeentch Demon Prince and Thousand Sons Legion Primarch had not been heard from since being purified by Laine.
"Hey, brothers, it's , I'm Magnus." Red Son's phantom image gradually appeared before Laine and Angerong: "Long ti no see, brothers, I'm contacting you from afar."
"Brother Magnus? Weren't you taken back to Terra by father? How are you appearing here?" With Magnus's appearance, Laine and Angerong couldn't continue fighting. They put down their weapons, and Laine began to infuse and drive spiritual energy to repair his damaged power armor. Angerong gave Laine a thumbs-up, indicating he had made good progress.
"Father is a liar, my brothers. He tricked back to Terra, then appointed as a Star Torch Watcher, locking on the Golden Throne to maintain the Star Torch. I finally found a chance to contact you while he temporarily left the Imperial Palace!" Magnus said through gritted teeth: "He promised to make a Warmaster! Father's a big liar!"
"Hey, Magnus, father never said he'd make you a Warmaster." Angerong sneered. He pointed at Magnus's phantom: "I can tell, maintaining this call is very strenuous for you, so make it brief, Magnus. Why did you specifically contact and Laine?"
"Yes, brother, you can't maintain this for long." Laine also squinted and spoke.
"Well... Laine, Angerong, while sitting on the Golden Throne, I've thought a lot." Magnus also knew maintaining this long-distance call was very exhausting, so he accepted Angerong's suggestion to make it brief: "Ten thousand years have passed, humanity has fallen into a bottomless abyss, constantly on the brink of destruction. The Galaxy Empire father established has beco a pile of rot and decay. I've thought a lot, and I feel we can't continue like this. We must change, completely change."
"Completely change?" Laine curiously replied.
"Yes, completely change." Magnus's phantom rippled: "Have you heard of... the Second Empire?"
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