[Look at you...'Laughter of War', 'Edge' - 'Initial Blade' Salam]

[You claim to have broken free from the shackles of the blood god and enjoyed the pathetic freedom of thousands of years. But I don't know... Fate is always chasing your poor back. 】

[Poor Salam, poor Salam... What an indescribable fate it has...]

She will come for you. Like all children who have lost their way... In this intricate trajectory, your encounter is inevitable. 】

[Inhabiting the terrible shadow of the Brass Throne will be your common destiny...]

[Or—to survive in unspeakable variables...]

[Hehe, hehehe...]

[We'll meet before the end, Salam.] 】

We will meet again on the other side of our destiny, Elaine. 】

【Please also... Struggle as much as you want. 】

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A casting world that has existed since the Age of Strife, Salem's vast and vast chamber of knowledge is home to an infinite amount of ancient and precious knowledge, where incredible technology now slumbers, and its long history is symbolized by its majestic tunnels, many of which have doors carved with crimson lines from mechanical paganism.

However, it was born much earlier than the arrival of Redjacques. Salem's fate is anchored at a point in the moment of its birth—until the thirtieth millennium, the burning galaxy will awaken its latent destiny, and countless dark and depraved divine machines and lost technologies will return to the earth and inhabit the deepest part of the planet, the most blasphemous and depraved subspace existence.

For now, fate seems to have a tendency to be woken up early.

With the dull sound of footsteps echoing through the empty tunnels, anyone could hear the irrepressible anger in it, like a vicious beast ready to hunt.

In the empathy of the soul that has not yet been completely cut off with the heir, Elaine can always feel the pain and sorrow of the heir: the disbelief of the unknown twisted and blasphemous existence, the helplessness of the deep illusion of pain, and the endless anger and madness.

The scarlet figure from Nukeria was rapidly moving towards her goal, her willpower symbolizing her will, and the unspeakable ferocity of the progenitor was permeated with an unspeakable ferocity that swept through the body of the protogen.

Beside her majestic form were several Primordial Guards, Karn's attitude was most evident: he pulled the trigger of his chainsaw axe, the humming roar of the chainsaw reverberating through the empty ancient temple—his mother's irrepressible anger almost activating his long-suppressed ferocity, and his bloodthirsty instincts were growing stronger and more unavoidable to him.

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[Blood...]

A familiar and unfamiliar subspace whisper was ringing in Volcker's ears, his misshapen, twisted metal eyebrows slightly crunching.

[Get out of my head!!] 】

Before he could think too much about his increasingly distorted mind, a roar of anger without warning took Volcker's place in an instant—just as the captain had just been possessed, twisted, and corrupted by him, the twisted power of force majeure had taken over him.

Life, will, hope, past...

Everything that once represented Volcker is now completely gone.

This once majestic and solid iron warrior has now been distorted into a twisted and filthy 'Annihilator' under the influence of subspace. Fibrous links of flesh replaced cables, pistons writhed and churned beneath sallow skin, the joints of the heavy and massive Terminator power armor were strewn with filthy flesh, viscous and fiery plasma slowly flowing through his veins, any physical rules twisted in his flesh.

No, it's no longer possible to call it 'Volker', but the sadistic demon who completely occupies the body of Astarte, Salaam.

Salam fended off the mad Astarte's chainsaw axe with a slight irritation, and the whispers of the blood god echoing in his head made it even more irritable.

It had not wanted to be freed from the planet's bondage, but the filthy and inferior mortals had unleashed it, and the eyes of the Blood God in the High Heaven were once again on it.

Buzz——!!

With the roar of the promethium engine, the sharp single-molecule teeth on it continued to bite and rub against the bloody power sword in Salam's hand, and the weight of a thousand pounds continued to come from its wrist.

"Damn mortals..."

Salam roared in rage, terrifying power bursting from its twisted flesh, easily knocking Astarte back in front of him.

- However, in the next moment. With the roar of the chainsaw axe's engine, the repulsed scarlet Astarte tirelessly charged forward again, the afterimages and sparks of the clash of gold and iron instantly illuminating his insane and painful resolute face.

Salam couldn't comprehend the mad intent of the other party, which was even more crazy than his own demon, and the terrifying power far superior to Astarte repelled it again and again, but all he got was the shrill howl of the chainsawblade as it swung at high speed.

Salam's anger grew more and more difficult to suppress.

In the body's former memory, the mad and murderous Astarte in front of him was named Aisha Franco, an approachable and kind pharmacist.

Now, no one can associate this mad warrior with the gentle apothecary of yesteryear.

Just... Unreasonable.

On his body, Salam even faintly found traces of the blood god.

A slight sense of uneasiness gradually surfaced in its thoughts, and it had to be resolved quickly. Otherwise, the sight from the High Heaven will once again capture its fate... until eternity he will be a slave to the cruel blood god.

Suddenly, Salam's majestic figure instantly exuded an incomparable terrifying momentum.

The scarlet-glowing power sword was filled with a cracking stance, enveloping a terrifying force that even Astarte could not match, and suddenly struck the incoming chainsaw axe into the air.

"Tiny mortals, I've had enough!"

"You and your filthy, cowardly pathetic priest are but pathetic pawns of the power of destruction... Being used as a pawn by the Lord of All Things and not knowing it, it's extremely sad! ”

The massive Annihilator looked down on the mad warrior in front of him, his hoarse roar radiating endless rage, and the sadistic demon that lodged in the body of the Iron Warrior instantly arrived in front of Aisha at a speed that Astarte could not comprehend.

The scarlet terracotta armor was shrouded in a huge shadow in an instant.

"Since it disturbed my rest... Then pay for your miserable fate with your life! ”

The Crimson Splitting Stance shimmered with dazzling light again, slamming down like a crimson meteor.

In an instant, the crisp sound of flesh and bone separating echoed through the empty temple.

It was not the pleasure of cutting off the enemy's head, but the sharp pain of sawtooth biting and tearing flesh.

In Salam's incredulous gaze, a roaring heavy chainsaw axe jammed the blade of the Power Sword.

A larger shadow looms over its vision.

A scarlet figure, far more majestic than Astarte, appeared in front of Salam at some point.

Her flaming crimson hair danced in the wind, and her heavy scarlet power armor highlighted her noble status.

The roaring promethium engine is unleashing the wrath of its master, buzzing sharp teeth tearing through Salaam's filthy flesh armor,

The gilded eyes were filled with a terrible storm that could engulf the earth and the sky.

The whispers of frost were like endless cold winds from among the mountains of Nukeriya.

"Initial Blade Salam."

"Filthy worm who has left my heir in torment and pain, and your recklessness is over."

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