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There was a brief silence, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

"But I am a barbarian after all, Lion. In comparison, you are more like a barbarian, arrogant, arbitrary, and ruthless. You are just like a beast in knight's clothing."

Curze spoke mercilessly and pointedly, and every word was like a sharp needle, piercing Zhuang Sen directly.

Zhuang Sen could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. With a "swish", he quickly drew out his sword and rushed towards Koz like a black lightning. The air was filled with the sharp whistling of the sword blade cutting through the air flow.

However, Koz reacted extremely quickly and dodged the fierce attack with a flash of his body.

Zhuang Sen's full-strength sword strike missed, and the long sword stabbed to the side, as if it was stuck in a sense of obstruction like drawing a sharp blade through a sticky curtain, which made Zhuang Sen stunned.

"It seems I was right. You really are a beast. You lost your temper before the other party even made a move. You are even more like an irrational beast than I am."

Curze taunted as he stared at Jonson warily, ready to respond to his next attack at any moment.

At this time, the two men were on the verge of a fight, the atmosphere was extremely tense, and a more intense conflict seemed to be imminent.

"Look, look, I wasn't wrong at all. I was right. You are a beast. A wild and savage beast, a beast that can't control itself at all!"

Zhuang Sen's face flushed with anger, and he roared angrily, his eyes almost spitting fire.

He brandished his sword again and attacked Koz like a violent storm. Each sword strike was fierce, as if he wanted to tear Koz into pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.

However, it was as if Curze had predicted his every move in advance and he was always able to dodge Zhuangsen's attacks just in time.

He had a ghostly figure, moving nimbly among the shadows of Zhuang Sen's sword, and each dodge seemed effortless.

"Lion, your haphazard attack, besides exposing your anger and incompetence, what else can it prove?"

While dodging, Curze continued to mock Zhuang Sen, "Where's your sanity? Has it all been devoured by your so-called glory and dignity?"

Jonson was furious, but he was helpless against Curze's swift evasion.

His attacks became more and more crazy, but he also lost his accuracy and rhythm.

At this time, the surrounding Dark Angels all gathered over, but no one dared to step forward to dissuade them, for fear of being accidentally involved in the conflict between the Primarchs.

"You think you can hide for a while, but you can hide forever?" Zhuangsen said gritting his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, "Today, you must pay the price for your actions!" After that, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and tried to find the flaws in Koz's defense and launch a more threatening attack.

Koz, on the other hand, looked calm, with a provocative smile on his face, quietly waiting for Zhuangsen's next attack.

Zhuang Sen tried to calm his rapid breathing and forced himself to regain some rationality from his rage.

He began to adjust his pace, moving slowly around Koz, the sword in his hand trembling slightly, as if accumulating strength for the next fatal attack.

The Lord of Caliban locked his eyes on Curze, trying to find a flaw in his seemingly relaxed expression.

Curze, still maintaining his playful demeanor, met Jonson's gaze fearlessly, saying, "What, lion? Has your anger subsided? This is unlike you. Is this the extent of your temper? Or have you finally realized the absurdity of your impulsiveness?"

Zhuang Sen did not respond to Koz's provocation. He knew that words were meaningless at the moment, and only action could shut up this wanton guy in front of him.

Suddenly, Zhuangsen flashed and rushed towards Koz at an extremely fast speed. This time his attack was no longer as bold as before, but became tricky and hidden. The long sword pierced Koz's throat like a poisonous snake out of a hole.

Koz's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that this attack was unusual.

He didn't dare to look down on him like before, so he dodged to the side and reached out to grab Zhuang Sen's wrist.

However, Zhuangsen was prepared. The moment Koz stretched out his hand, he quickly changed his moves, turned his sword, and slashed towards Koz's arm.

Koz reacted very quickly and quickly pulled back his arm, but the sword still cut his sleeve.

"It seems that you have made some progress, lion." Koz looked at the torn sleeve, the smile on his face became less playful and more serious. "However, this skill is far from enough to teach me a lesson." After that, Koz took the initiative to attack. His body was like lightning, and he rushed towards Zhuangsen, grabbing Zhuangsen with his hands like eagle claws.

Zhuang Sen quickly raised his sword to block, and the two men instantly engaged in close combat.

Their movements were as fast as lightning. The surrounding Dark Angels could only see blurry figures interweaving with each other. The sound of weapons clashing and the breathing of the two men were intertwined.

When the other Primarchs hurried over, they saw that Jonson's throat was tightly gripped by Curze's arm.

At this time, the lion's face was flushed red and his eyes were wide open, revealing anger and unwillingness. He tried to pry Koz's arms with his hands, but he could not break free from the iron-like shackles.

The Primarchs were shocked upon seeing this and rushed forward to try to prevent the conflict from escalating further.

Everyone knew that if the two Primarchs continued to fight, the consequences would be disastrous.

Some of them shouted at the two men to calm down, while others tried to forcefully separate Coz's arms.

However, in the chaos, Guilliman froze in place for a short moment, his face full of astonishment and a complicated expression.

He couldn't help but recall the scene in Macragge, when he was also subdued by Curze in the same posture, and the feeling of powerlessness and humiliation instantly surged in his heart.

The scene at this moment was like a replay of his past experience, causing his mind to suddenly sink into those unpleasant memories. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

It seems that he is indeed weak in the one-on-one combat aspect, and the same is true for Zhuang Sen.

However, he could also see that after returning, he could let Koz give him targeted training.

As everyone frantically tried to separate Zhuangsen and Coze, Coze showed no intention of letting go. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly: "Lion, you'd better remember not to get angry with me easily, otherwise, it won't be so easy next time."

As Zhuang Sen was having trouble breathing, he could only make vague roars in response, and the situation was at a stalemate for a while.

Chapter 335 The Lion's Broad Heart

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate and the atmosphere was extremely tense, Aurora was extremely anxious.

She cried out, "Stop! Look at you, what a scene! We are all Primarchs fighting for the great cause of humanity. How can we kill each other?"

The sound was crisp and powerful, standing out in the tense atmosphere.

Hearing Aurora's cry, the other Primarchs came to their senses and increased their efforts to stop her.

Clarks flashed and quickly came to the two men. He grabbed Curze's arm with his hands like a pair of pliers, trying to pull it away from Jonson's throat. At the same time, he urged loudly: "Curze, calm down! There should be no such conflict between us. We are blood brothers, this shouldn't happen."

With everyone's joint efforts, Koz finally slowly loosened his arm that was strangling Zhuangsen.

After Zhuang Sen was free, he stumbled forward a few steps, gasping for breath.

The lion's eyes were still burning with anger. He stared at Koz fiercely and said through gritted teeth, "Koz, I will remember this."

Curze sneered disdainfully, straightened his dusty armor, and said, "What, you want another try? I'm always at your service, Lion."

At this moment, Guilliman had just come out of his daze and stepped forward. He glanced at the sullen-looking Jonson, then at the defiant Curze, and said with a frown, "We are here to enhance communication and unity among the Legions, not to engage in infighting. As a Primarch, you shoulder the fate of the entire Imperium. How can you act impulsively because of a momentary emotion?"

Guilliman stepped forward, looked at Curze with a complicated expression, and said, "Curze, your behavior is really too much."

Coze shrugged disapprovingly and said, "Humph, he attacked me first. I was just defending myself. Besides, I don't think I did anything wrong."

After hearing this, Zhuang Sen was about to explode again, but Aurora quickly stopped him. She looked at Zhuang Sen with a look of persuasion in her eyes: "Zhuang Sen, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, calm down, calm down."

Zhuang Sen took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, turned his head to the side, and stopped looking at Curze.

Koz, on the other hand, still looked nonchalant, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at everyone provocatively.

Everyone sat around the barbecue, their initial restraint gradually dissipating under the influence of the delicious food and Aurora's enthusiasm.

Aurora smiled and handed the seasoning to everyone, saying, "Come, try the meat of the Caliban beast. It's a rare delicacy." As she spoke, she took the lead in cutting off a piece of meat that was roasted to perfection, put it in her mouth and chewed it, revealing a satisfied expression.

Clarks also cut a piece and praised: "Well, it tastes really good, Zhuangsen, your Dark Angels' cooking skills are amazing." Zhuangsen nodded slightly in response. His eyes unconsciously swept over Guilliman beside him. He always believed that Guilliman was more dangerous than Curze.

In the eyes of the Lion, Guilliman is like a hidden time bomb, which may rebel at any time because of his ambition.

While eating barbecue, Koz glanced at Clarks, and the jealousy in his heart burned like a small flame.

This kind of jealousy has always existed.

Clarks' abilities are similar to his own, but stronger than his own, and he doesn't have the side effects that come with his predictive abilities.

When he thought of his chaotic and violent home planet and compared it with Clarks' home planet, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

But at this moment, in front of everyone, he could only bury this jealousy deep in his heart.

Huile ate happily, occasionally making satisfied humming sounds, breaking the somewhat delicate atmosphere.

Aurora smiled and looked at Huile, then at Koz, trying to find a topic to make everyone more relaxed: "Koz, what on earth were you doing in the ventilation duct before? Why did you make such a big noise?

Coz raised an eyebrow, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and said, "I just wanted to have some fun and see how you guys would react. I didn't expect that the Lion would be so easily angered."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhuang Sen intentionally or unintentionally.

Jonson frowned and was about to speak when Guilliman quickly smoothed things over. "Alright, alright, it's all in the past. Speaking of which, this visit to the Dark Angels has indeed shown me many things worth learning from. Jonson, you truly have a unique approach to managing the Legion."

Zhuang Sen snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, don't even think about stealing my skills. Doesn't the Thirteenth Legion have its own set of skills?"

Guilliman smiled awkwardly and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Clarks quickly changed the subject: "Why don't we all talk about the future development direction of our respective legions? Maybe we can inspire each other."

Guilliman then elaborated, "We simulate a variety of complex battlefield environments, allowing soldiers to conduct combat training under different terrains, climates, and enemy configurations, in order to improve their adaptability and teamwork."

The discussion around the new tactical drill proposed by Guilliman became increasingly heated.

Clarks also joined in, sharing his own regiment's experience and insights in similar training. He analyzed the pros and cons of different methods in a clear and organized manner, which inspired everyone present.

Aurora listened and nodded slightly, her eyes moving among the crowd. She was very happy to see that everyone could communicate calmly like this, and the previous tense atmosphere was gradually dissipating.

She smiled and said, "It's great that everyone is communicating like this. The collision of different ideas may bring new breakthroughs to each legion."

Just as everyone was discussing heatedly, a Dark Angel servant came forward and whispered something in Jonson's ear.

Zhuang Sen frowned slightly, then said to everyone, "Sorry, everyone, I have some matters to deal with in the fleet, so I'll be gone for a while." After that, he stood up and left in a hurry.

After Zhuang Sen left, the discussion paused for a moment.

Seeing this, Aurora smiled and said, "Everyone, keep going. It's rare for us to have such a happy exchange. Don't let Zhuang Sen's departure make the atmosphere awkward."

Clarks smiled and nodded, then looked at Koz and said, "Koz, what were you messing around with in the ventilation duct? Did you find anything interesting?"

Clarks tried to use light-hearted topics to make the atmosphere more harmonious and to ease the delicate relationship between him and Coz.

Coz rolled his eyes at Clarks, but still said, "Huh, I just wanted to see if there were any unknown secret passages in this battleship, but I found nothing."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere became more relaxed and cheerful.

However, no one knows what new variables will be brought to them by the affairs that Zhuang Sen is dealing with behind this seemingly harmonious atmosphere?

Zhuang Sen looked at the contents of the letter in his hand, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly, and a gloating look flashed in his eyes.

To be exact, the letter was not sent to him, but was meant to convey a message to Curze. However, because Curze was on his ship Queen of Glory at the moment, he was able to intercept the letter by chance.

The letter clearly stated: "The planetary governor personally selected and appointed by Curze on her home planet was murdered by the Tattooed Count of the Tattooed Family."

This is undoubtedly bombshell news, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

After a moment's thought, Zhuang Sen waved his hand, signaling his men to withdraw. They understood his message and left quickly and orderly.

Then, Zhuang Sen held the letter tightly and turned to walk towards the barbecue area where everyone was.

His steps seemed steady, but his heart was filled with waves because of the unexpected intercepted news. He was curious about what kind of expression Koz would have and how he would react when he learned the news.

He has a broad mind and is definitely not seeking revenge, absolutely not.

When Zhuang Sen returned to the barbecue area, everyone was still immersed in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere of conversation.

The appearance of the lion instantly attracted everyone's attention like an invisible gravitational force.

Zhuang Sen keenly noticed that Coze was lazily leaning back in his chair, holding a glass of wine casually in his right hand, with his usual nonchalant expression on his face, as if nothing in the world could really interest him.

Zhuang Sen walked steadily up to Koz, handed him the letter calmly, and said, "Koz, this letter was originally meant for you, but I intercepted it by mistake. You should read it yourself."

Curze raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and reached out to take the letter from Zhuangsen.

As his eyes moved across the letter paper line by line, his originally nonchalant expression froze in an instant, as if time had stood still for a moment.

However, just a moment later, his expression gradually relaxed, as if the news brought by the letter was just an ordinary one among the countless waves in his long life.

"Aren't you angry?" Zhuang Sen stared at Coze, with a hint of doubt and inquiry in his eyes.

In his opinion, it would be difficult for anyone to remain calm after hearing such news. It was just like when the old knight in Caliban was killed.

"If I were to get angry over something as simple as this, I would have died of rage back on my home planet."

Koz shook his head slightly, his tone filled with helplessness and self-mockery.

After all, the home planet where he grew up was a planet where evil was bred. There, he experienced too much cruelty and darkness that was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The various actions of the home planet made him accustomed to the ugliness of the world.

In contrast, the changes mentioned in the letter seemed to no longer be able to easily touch the string of "anger" deep in his heart.

Zhuang Sen was slightly stunned. He thought that Koz would be furious when he saw the news. After all, in his impression, Koz was a person with a bad temper.

But Koz's calm reaction was beyond his expectations.

"It seems that you are more patient than I thought." Zhuang Sen said slowly, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

Curze sneered, tossed the letter onto the table, picked up his wine glass and took another swig. He slowly said, "On that crime-ridden home planet, I've witnessed countless betrayals, bloodshed, and even the murder of loved ones. The murder of a mere planetary governor is nothing more than a trivial matter to me. Furthermore, I've long understood that to survive in this cruel universe, one must get used to all kinds of accidents and betrayals."

At this time, the primarchs around also noticed the strange atmosphere here and gathered around.

Aurora asked with concern, "What happened? Coz, what's in the letter?"