The trajectory of your battle is like lightning streaking across the sky, and each close clash is like a meteor colliding with each other, and a fierce shock wave sweeps through everything around you.

He wielded the massive blade in his hand desperately, and the conflict swept over your followers, the newborn demons, and the delicate flowers...... They were all brutally and violently beheaded and chopped by him, and a bloody wind blew up.

He is putting up fierce resistance, rejecting your kindness and refusing to be killed by you.

It's foolishness. Tell him that you are the true owner of this body.

With the blessing of the Prince of Darkness, you have tasted power, and every dancer under His command is a swift assassin of deadly grace, and you are no exception.

And the other party wants to kill you in this regard? That's ridiculous. The trajectory of the blade that is not clear to ordinary mortals, and the artistic sword skills that are not clear to ordinary mortals at all, are easily captured by you and easily dealt with, defused, and counterattacked, and your perfect attack posture is like dancing to a beautiful dance music.

The sword skills of the Holy Blood Angel? The weeper warband's sword-breaker for slaying bugs? The fighting instinct of a hundred years of blood? None of them work in front of you.

On the contrary, you inflicted wounds on him, and your graceful skills were taught by Hipala, the head of the six hundred and sixty-six close dancers of the Palace of Pleasure of the Prince of Darkness, the pure dancer of destruction and the keeper of secrets; And your parents, who are supporting you in another way, proving that you are their best and most beloved child, scolding each other for that imposter in their current form and way;

The lovely Eri also shows excellent and commendable strength, and every time you swing your sword, you will be wrapped in a destructive power called "Judgment" and smash him on his body, and you will feel quite happy to watch the ugly and vulgar scale armor on his body continue to shatter and splash scarlet blood.

It's not just the blade that cuts into his body, but also the memories of your past, the humble and ugly, the happy and happy...... Well, there are also you and Chen Motong's. In this way, you want to make the other you feel the real thrill and pleasure, so that you can give up unnecessary resistance and join you......

But get only a roar in response.

He hates, he spurns, he ignorantly despises your path of love, and he roars that this is the dirtiest, most blasphemous, ugliest act, and he will kill you at all costs, purify you, even if it dies with you.

And what about him? What is he?

If you look at his experience and past, wasn't he the same as you before? even more humble and cowardly than you; At least you have not been a slave to the aliens, living with menial labor, while weeping bitterly in the middle of the night for your misery;

And then rely on luck to be saved, be brutally transformed into the same mutant freak by a group of mutants, put on a suit of armor, and worship a false corpse to cover up his past trauma, and then be transformed into a great savior? Is...... Hypocrisy! It's ridiculous!

How can he compare with you, who bravely stepped out of the path of pursuing love and was favored by the eldest lady?

Looking at his crazy rage, you start to feel a little tired. It's better to give up, and the senior sister will be left to you alone.

Mankind? Half-breeds? Dragons? What does this have to do with you, who are about to be blessed to become the Demon Prince? You are about to rise above these lowly species.

Of course, the dragon population is quite suitable for throwing into the arms of the eldest lady.

It's just that you are still one step away from sublimation, and that is the personal blessing from the eldest lady.

A pair of wing bones pierced your back and spread out bloodily, and the splatters of blood quickly turned into pitch-black bird feathers in mid-air, plumping the wing bones, and in the blink of an eye, your back had an extra pair of jet-black wings. It's a different kind of power, and an ugly hairless crow shares it with you, and this is our first collaboration out of desperation.

The silver-white filaments of the pale bone blades seemed to act as if they were incendiary, and pink flames burst into flames. You hear Eri crying in a low voice again, and you softly reassure her that she will be fine, and then pounce with her on the other you who have been separated for a short time.

The flames left a graceful and deadly trail in the air, and after a split second but more than a dozen blade collisions, your razor-like tail struck him like a delicate viper to his heart, and he rightfully grabbed and pressed his cold metal palm to the weapon, and the high-speed serration slashed your newly-grown tail brutally.

You let out a long, hearty sigh of contentment, you were injured on purpose, and while the brief pain made you feel refreshed, it wasn't your real intent to attack. You grab the gap in his attack, and your sturdy hoofs kick him in the chest.

For a moment, time stopped, and he was fixed in the air, indigo, emerald green, magenta, pale orange, pitch black, invisible...... Flames of all shapes burst out from the spatial rifts of different dimensions, and you watched as the golden light in his eyes that almost turned into flames was engulfed by these flames, turning into a colorful and changeable black hole, or the sun;

The runes materialized into prismatic rays that swirled around the fireball until the symbol of the Lord of All Transformations appeared on the surface of the fireball.

This is the power of the hairless crow, Doyros, the Lord of Change. He was trapped like a lamb to the slaughter.

The hooves you kick out fall back to the ground, taking you one step forward, and you bend down, four arms wielding two scimitars and a heavy sword in a graceful stance. In an instant, your figure vanished in place, your speed flashing like lightning, and only the trail of the blade slicing through the air flames proved that you had passed.

It's like you're painting a stunning, frenzied painting, with deadly knives and swords as brushes, constantly brushing on this space as a canvas, trapped by the shackles of evil fire, and he can only bear your amazing artistic creation. Although you would love to torture him slowly, this ending is also grand and gorgeous for him.

The fly in the ointment is that you suddenly stumble when you put away your sword, as if something is doing something wrong in your heart.

……

Compared with the abrasive pain of the evil fire and the broken body of the sword blade, what was more torturous was the violent impact on Lu Mingfei's spirit.

Images flashed before his eyes with alarming frequency, and he once again looked clearly at the bewitched and depraved "self", committing all kinds of frenzied blasphemy against the innocent mortals who depended on him, and called him "embracing hunger and thirst and indulging desires......

Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!

"Are you happy with your performance?" Someone in the frenzy asked him with a sneer.

"I am Katos, the son of a faithful angel...... I will never be him! ”

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, his body was torn apart under the exquisite and cruel slash, like a meat chop on a chopping board evenly separated; The lack of immediate death may be because of "Yaki", or perhaps because it is not reality at all.

The image that flashed in front of him changed again, and the heroic picture of the fall of the Father of Genes reappeared, and the shackles that had bound and suppressed the black fury in the dark space in the past were detonated in his violent mood fluctuations, and darkness rose in his blood.

Beyond the ever-changing flocks of flame, the abominable, corrupted figure of Slaanesh grew as tall as a giant, a mocking smile on its face illuminated by the dark red light, and the wolf skin on its armor came to life as if possessed by an evil force, looking down on him condescendingly.

His body was shattered and fell to the ground, waiting to be pierced and crushed by the claws of Horus, ushering in his destined death.

But this time, the star that accompanied him, supported him, and illuminated his dark fury did not appear again.

"Stop resisting. In this way, as a noble holy Leth, he will be sung and sacrificed epicly by future generations forever. Someone whispered in his ear, "Isn't that what you've been after?" ”

Is that so?

When the horizon was full of darkness, Lu Mingfei suddenly found a small phanther in the body of Horus the Deceitful.

Is that...... Another new "self"? He was crying helplessly inside Horus, crying and saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" to him, to the weapon in Horus' hand, and to the other flesh that had fallen to the ground......

It reminded him of the three years he spent as a slave on the planet Sotis, and how helpless he had been, wanting death to end his suffering, and at the same time fearing that he would not be able to return to his homeland after death.

"No, no, I won't be Saint Leth," he shook his head, gritting his hard teeth, black smoke dissipating from the edge of his horizon, "I'm Lu Mingfei, once cowardly, afraid of death, worthless Lu Mingfei. ”

Horus's figure vanished, and the depraved demonic personality reappeared before his eyes, as it clutched at a part of his severed body, staring at him with interest as it tore and savored it.

"Now I am still Lu Mingfei, but I am willing to die for mankind, for the emperor, and for the holy Lees." Lu Mingfei said categorically, and began to try to reorganize his body and break through this evil fire prison.

There were screams of pain in the darkness, as if someone had been burned in pain, and the arm that was an alchemical prosthetic body lit up with a familiar golden light, and a new power was being activated.

"Total denial of one's past means betrayal. You can now take on the responsibility of the Legion, Lu Mingfei. Someone said to him.

The amazing healing ability that was even more vigorous than the "Eight Confusions" was displayed in him, and the body that was chopped into pieces and burned was reorganized and healed in an instant, Lu Mingfei regained control of his body, and immediately punched out without hesitation, and the alchemy prosthetic arm shrouded in golden light destroyed and scattered this colorful evil fire cage.

He was free, and it was not only the dragon's blood that boiled in his body again, but also the power of the emperor, and the golden pattern on the black scale armor that quickly shrouded the growth, evolving into a sacred eagle on his chest.

"Hell, it's just one step away from succeeding...... Looks like your brother has been blessed with new powers, but it's ...... compared to you."

Lu Mingfei's ears sounded the whispers of the devil, his depraved personality lost half of the limbs in his hands, and under the demon's bewitchment, he grabbed the pale bone giant sword again, and instigated his wings to rush towards him, wrapped in colorful evil fire.

The sword body of "Reason" ignited a sacred golden fire, and he also dragged his sword and strode forward, the golden thunder around him seemed to be able to break through ten thousand armies.

This time it was not just a fierce physical collision between swords, but also the pair of golden wings that materialized and condensed behind him, the four arms of the depraved personality no longer had an advantage, and his wings could also be used as deadly blades.

In the bloom of the silver flower of the fire tree with the addition of sacred gold, accompanied by a scream of pain but unreasonable ecstasy, the sharp ends of the pair of golden wings behind Lu Mingfei found the right time to flick away the stabbing double knives and cut through the ribs of the fallen personality, violet blood gushing out.

Lu Mingfei let out a roar of rage, his wings cut off the arms of the fallen personality, the other party didn't have time to taste the stimulation of the pain, the pair of arms holding the bone sword quickly grabbed the double knives that had just fallen, and pierced his body with lightning speed through his scale armor!

Severe pain, and ...... The wails and screams of the souls inside the two scimitars!

Making a living person into a weapon, or something else, was one of the crazy blasphemy of the followers of Slaanesh, and Lu Mingfei endured the pain, and the alchemy prosthetic fist of his left arm exploded with the power of the degenerate personality's skull, blasting his massive body out with the power of piercing the cage of evil fire.

He then immediately pulled out two blasphemous scimitars from his shoulders and shattered them one after the other, so that the soul inside could rest in peace. Judging from the unsightly and blasphemous memories of the past, this personality has made his illusory parents into this ugly weapon after the fall.

It must be thoroughly purified in the name of the Emperor...... And the demons who bewitched him behind his back!

The anger was like a volcanic eruption of magma, and a golden flash approached the depraved personality who had not yet stabilized his body, and now he had lost a pair of arms and weapons, and now it was Lu Mingfei's turn to have the upper hand. The dazzling trajectory of the blades of the wings left deep scars one after another on the opponent's ugly purple body, and the pain itself began to overshadow the alternative stimulation brought by the pain, especially after the dragon's tooth blade roared and severed the hooves and feet of the fallen personality!

"Review ......"

The Fallen Personality wanted to scream, wielding the pale bone sword and slashing down to explode with that devastating power, but was blocked and stuck, and it was difficult to advance any further; At the same time, the prosthetic palm wrapped in golden light locked his neck like a shackle.

Vaguely, Lu Mingfei heard the girl's low cry, and the picture of a boy helplessly holding the dry girl and crying flashed in front of him, the anger could not be suppressed at all, the muzzle of the blaster shot directly from the prosthetic arm, and the alchemy muscle fiber bundle surged with gilded light.

Charge Overload! Ten bombardments in a row!

"Bang bang-"

Fallen Lu Mingfei's mouth, along with his slender tongue, was blasted to pieces by the explosion of explosives at close range, and he could no longer make that disturbing cry that represented various emotions for a short time.

And Lu Mingfei wanted him to shut up for a long time and forever, and not give him any chance to say his last words. So the hot prosthetic palm clasped the upper half of his skull, which was still intact, and the alchemy giant blade called reason slashed into his neck, and the fine dragon tooth sawtooth let out a roaring roar, frantically biting and cutting this ugly and depraved body, and the moment the head left the body, it was shattered into a fishy blood mist by Lu Mingfei's punch.

This corrupted and depraved personality of the demon of Slaanesh was put to an end.

After shattering the pale bone sword and allowing the girl to rest in peace, Lu Mingfei swung his reason again, venting his unquenched anger on the half of the body of the fallen personality, the artistic sword skills of the Holy Blood Angel Legion, the insect slaughtering sword skills of the Weeper Warband, or the indiscriminate slashing of anger without any beauty......

It wasn't until the half-blasphemous body exploded into a purple blood mist that Lu Mingfei felt that the surrounding scene had changed in an instant, and the familiar, long-lost cold wind whistled in his ears, enveloping himself with the biting cold.

He panted and looked up, looking around only for the darkness and the white snowflakes rolling in the darkness, the desecrated hall of flesh was gone, and the corrupted corpses seemed to never exist. The golden wings behind him seemed to be the only source of light in this heaven and earth.

"Everything just now...... Is it all an illusion? ”

He glanced at the snow, the reason in his hands, and the purple pus and blood stained on his body. Apparently not.