"Waaah! Father, save me!!!"
The moment Bruce saw the Anywhere Door swing open—and Doraemon standing there enjoying the show—he understood everything.
Reinforcements! These were his reinforcements!
Doraemon, my brother, you really are my good brother! To think you'd come save me when I was trapped in this living hell!
He was so moved he could have cried.
"Holy crap, Old Wang, so this is how wild you usually get?" Doraemon crouched by the doorway, peeking shamelessly at the battle scene.
No way. Old Wang was supposed to be the cold, detached sigma type. Since when had he started playing inverse push-play?
Man, that revival coin really is amazing.
Look at that—it even cured impotence.
"Open your cat eyes and look properly! Can't you see who the victim is here?!" Bruce roared. If Amiya hadn't pinned him down, he would already have been on his feet, smashing Doraemon with an uppercut.
"From where I'm standing, you look more like the one enjoying it," Curze said darkly.
So this is why you didn't answer my call, hm?
"Dad! Save me first! Save me!!!" Bruce wailed in utter despair, helplessly guarding his last line of defense with both hands.
"Someone's trying to rape your son! Help!!!"
"Konrad… Curze?" Amiya halted, still clutching Bruce's briefs, and fixed her gaze on the sudden intruder before her.
This was his mother, and also… her enemy.
So this is Bruce's gene-mother? No wonder, at the final moment, he was still calling for her.
So the Doctor likes this type.
"What an ugly sight, Horus. I never imagined we'd meet again like this," Curze said, shaking her head as she looked at Amiya.
"In truth, compared to my other name, I'd prefer you call me… Amiya," Amiya replied as she stepped off Bruce and leveled a challenge at the newcomer.
A meddler? Very soon, I'll make you regret it. Once I defeat you, I'll lavishly love the Doctor right in front of you. That works too.
You may be his gene-mother, but I will be Bruce's conqueror.
Each of us can call him ours in our own way.
"Waaah…" Bruce curled up in the corner like a little girl who had just been thoroughly bullied.
He had almost been reduced to a toy, used however she liked—and by a little bunny girl, no less. This was the kind of trauma that would haunt a man for life.
"This is the one who bullied my new recruit?" Curze swept a glance over Bruce, then over Lion sleeping on the bed.
She had no idea what exactly had happened here, but one thing was certain:
Whatever the situation, the child's honor came first.
Bruce had clearly suffered a terrible grievance!
"You mean to interfere with our beautiful moment?" Amiya asked.
"Ha."
Curze let out a cold laugh. In the next instant, a massive crimson spear condensed in her hand.
Seeing that, Doraemon hurriedly dragged Bruce farther to the side. This was a duel between women now.
He lived for this kind of spectacle.
"Very well. I'll beat you, then prove with my own strength who truly deserves the Doctor!"
A jet-black sword appeared in Amiya's hand. One of her arms became covered in dark armor-like matter, while blue flames of power coiled around her body.
"So you mean to challenge my authority? How amusing…"
Curze fired off the first spellcard and bellowed, "You will not take him from me!"
"!"
Amiya leapt back, narrowly avoiding the scarlet lance as it split into a storm of danmaku-like projectiles. Then she slashed, sending arcs of sword-light slicing through the barrage and clearing a straight path to Curze.
Spinning the black blade so the tip pointed forward, she kicked off the ground and shot in.
The red spear flashed, but it was a beat too slow.
Amiya was faster. Her sword was swifter and more direct.
The blade plunged straight into Curze's chest.
Blood sprayed from the wound.
"?!"
But in the very next moment, the wounded Curze dissolved into a cloud of bats.
A murderous presence erupted behind Amiya.
She scattered the bats with one hand and turned, bringing up her sword in defense.
The spearpoint scraped along the edge of her blade in a shower of sparks. Even though Amiya had reacted in time, even though her guard had been nearly flawless, the sliding point still sliced her arm open.
A flicker of pain crossed her face.
Curze instantly released her weapon, stepped in, and drove a vicious punch into the flat of Amiya's sword.
The sudden impact sent Amiya staggering backward several steps.
"I can tell," Curze said, lightly kicking the spear up again and catching it with practiced ease, "you are not the real Horus."
The true Horus would never have been so careless.
And he certainly would not move like this.
"I am him. He is me. At this moment, we are one and the same," Amiya answered. Her right hand trembled as she rose, channeling healing Originium Arts to mend her wound.
"So. You took over his body while he was dormant?" Curze glanced toward Doraemon. "That revival coin of yours really wasn't all that useful after all."
"Uh…"
Doraemon immediately raised both hands. "Don't ask me! I don't know anything! Absolutely nothing!"
"Forget it. So long as it worked, that's enough. No matter what, this is still better than seeing him become Chaos's puppet."
Though irritated, Curze understood the basic fact of the matter.
If Horus had died or been corrupted, it would have been a catastrophic loss for the Imperium.
As for being temporarily occupied by a twisted little girl? That was still manageable.
All Curze had to do was crush her and then find a way to wake Horus back up.
"Konrad, your days of monopolizing the Doctor are over. Hand him over to me."
"If you want him, you'll have to come take him."
"Just as I expected."
"Heh. Just don't damage him."
Both of them fell silent, their eyes locked.
They both wanted Bruce's rights of use—but they both also knew that in such a cramped environment, fighting freely would not be easy.
That was what made it interesting.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The next second, a red shadow and a black shadow collided head-on.
They fought inside a circle barely three meters across, moving so fast that no clear figure could be seen, much less any individual motion.
The whole room seemed to warp under the force of their clash. Furniture nearby cracked and splintered, while the floor and ceiling split open with one fracture after another.
And yet even so, neither of them crossed beyond that narrow three-meter radius.
It was as though an unspoken rule bound them both:
Whoever stepped outside first would lose.
"O-Old Wang! Think of something!" Doraemon gaped at the two demigods fighting.
He could tell that the two Primarchs were already holding back. Otherwise, the room would have been obliterated already.
"What the hell do you expect me to do?!" Bruce shouted, watching the dizzying close-quarters exchange with numb horror.
At this speed, with this level of finesse, I'd be lucky to last one round!
If anyone stupid enough stepped in there now, they'd die beyond all hope.
So who could stop two gods from fighting?
Obviously, another god.
"Then what do we do now?" Doraemon asked bitterly, fumbling in his pocket for some gadget that might make them calm down.
"Wake Lion up! She'll definitely have a way!" Bruce instantly grabbed Doraemon and hugged the wall, trying to circle around those two terrifying afterimages toward the bed.
"Hmm?!" x2
The moment Bruce moved, both Primarchs stopped in perfect sync.
They turned and fixed him with identical, dangerous looks.
Then, with nothing but their eyes, they wordlessly ordered him back where he had been.
"Ahahaha…"
Bruce let out an awkward laugh, then obediently walked back to his original spot and sat down again.
He had no idea why they had both frozen at once—but if he disobeyed, he was certain they'd stop fighting just to come beat him first.
He was not about to sacrifice himself just to make them stop.
Absolutely not.
"Hm." x2
Once Bruce had returned to his place, the two of them exchanged a tiny nod and resumed, this time fighting even faster than before.
"Are we really just going to sit here and watch?" Doraemon regretted, more than ever, ever coming up with the idea of bringing Curze here tonight.
He had only wanted to prove he was useful. Who could have guessed it would end with two Primarchs brawling in one room?
"We wait…"
Bruce said despairingly, "Maybe they'll stop once they're tired. And with this much noise, I refuse to believe the Four Kings or the Night Lords' council aren't going to do something about it."
If they couldn't get another god to intervene, then maybe the disciples of the gods currently fighting would eventually show up and fix things.
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