Advocating the horror of war and blood.

Master the knowledge and change of Tzeentch.

Indulge in the slaanesh of pleasure and pleasure.

Likes corruption and unchanging Nurgle.

They are evil gods born in the subspace and a source of suffering for many races in the galaxy.

They exist on the emotions and desires of intelligent beings, but they take pleasure in torturing them.

They are pitted against each other, and they want to kill each other.

They often cooperate to strangle in the cradle those who threaten them.

They are the root of all evil.

"Father, what do you want to do?!"

Even thousand-year-old minds can't accept this scene in front of them, and the father of their genes turned out to be the first traitor!

Unbeknownst to him, the Primordial was struggling, and instead took off his saber and handed it to another Primordial.

"Brother, if anything is wrong, kill me."

He said calmly.

"Don't worry, I won't give you a chance to fight back."

The other primordial snorted and pulled out a long knife shaped like a crescent.

"O great race that once ruled the galaxy, now is the time to test your strength."

The original body stretched out his hand, and blue psionic ripples immediately appeared in the air.

This is his psionic space, and he will put everything that is inconvenient to put in the real universe.

Except for a handful of people, no one was aware of the existence of the space and stole anything from it.

The original reached out and removed an object from it.

It was a fist-sized cube, covered in glowing green runes.

The other primordial took a jealous look at the thing, but there was a very horrible thing in it.

If it was the heyday of this thing, even the Great Demon of the Four Gods of Chaos would be pinched and flattened by him.

Even if it is a fragment now, it is beyond imagination, and this fragment is extraordinarily large.

"Lend me your strength, my sons and warriors."

The original said softly.

"All for one, one for all."

The souls of all the Legionnaires heard the call of the Father of Genes, and they chanted the Legion's warcry as they stretched out their hands.

Countless psionic energies converged into a pure white psionic lightning, tearing open the cracks in the subspace and descending on the primordial body.

Being blessed with such a huge amount of psionic energy was a heavy pressure even for the body created by the emperor himself, and the whole body of the original body radiated a dazzling psionic light, and his eyes radiated white light enough to illuminate the planet.

"You really look like our father now."

Another primordial sarcastic.

"Unfortunately, he doesn't think so."

The original body smiled indifferently.

"Huh?"

His gaze suddenly turned to a clearing.

The other primordial warily raised his scimitar, only to find that there was nothing.

"What are you looking at?"

He asked, confused.

The original shook his head and said nothing, just watched quietly.

In the open space that seemed to be nothing, Lu Mingfei looked at the father of genes with a complicated expression.

After a moment, the primordial looked away.

"Let's get started."

He placed the cube into the groove, and with a terrifying howl, the four symbols glowed brighter than the original.

"Chaos!"

Four distinct and huge wills washed over the giant planet, and Lu Mingfei fell into endless darkness before he could see the original body stretch out a finger towards him.

The invincible Lu Mingfei fell.

Chu Zihang saw his collapsed body like Buzhou Mountain, and his eyes were torn.

The golden pupils bloomed with an unprecedented light, the ancient dragon script leaping to his mouth, and the power of the elements converged with his commands.

The burning breath permeated the air, and the air above Chu Zihang's head became distorted and blurred, as if it was being scorched by the high temperature.

Even the unsane Deadpool instinctively sensed the danger and lunged at him frantically.

"Gan, hold back your big move at this time."

Fingal had no choice but to open the Spirit of Words Bronze Throne as well.

Like a Greek bronze statue resurrected, he held a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, protecting Chu Zihang and Uesugi Eri in the midst of the demons.

"It's good to borrow Senior Brother Lu's big gun to play, otherwise ordinary guns really can't beat these monsters."

Fingal thought happily as he shot through the serpentine Deadpool with his armor-piercing revolver.

He took time out of his busy schedule to look at Lu Mingfei, but the majestic body still didn't stand up.

A golden and white glimmer was released from his pores, flickering and flickering, like a maltouched light bulb.

"Senior brother, you can't be fine."

Fingal muttered silently, and then brandished a giant sword with one hand to chop over a serpentine Deadpool that leapt towards Chu Zihang.

The long incantation was finally recited, and the power beyond the scope of human comprehension condensed in front of Chu Zihang, waiting to erupt.

"Damn, it's another indiscriminate attacker."

In Fingal's experience, this kind of obvious speech, of course, he could judge the effect, and immediately pressed Uesugi Eri down and covered her with his own body.

Losing his worries, Chu Zihang immediately released Yan Ling.

It was the first time to release this powerful speech, and the dragon blood and the emperor's light were in conflict with each other, and his pressure was very high.

A huge wave of sound like a napalm explosion exploded, and manic flames swept through an area of 5 meters like a tsunami.

Long Wen's power rages and recklessly disrupts the elemental balance in order to achieve maximum lethality, like a bear child throwing a firecracker into a biogas digester.

All of the snake Deadpools are ignited, and the abundant oil in their bodies is the best fuel for the accelerant.

They open their mouths and howl silently, as if to vent their pain and as if to celebrate their liberation.

Fingal sniffled, and in addition to the burnt stench, there was an enticing smell of meat.

Thinking of the appearance of the serpentine Deadpool, he instantly retched twice in disgust.

"Amazing, I originally thought that only Lu Jun was a real hero, but I didn't expect his subordinates to be rare and strong."

The familiar emphasis reappeared, and a minister's mask came out of the darkness.

He looked at Lu Mingfei who fell to the ground and showed a smug smile.

When a person is invincible, the greatest enemy is himself.

As for the Spirit Dream Tapir, it was the gift he prepared for Lu Mingfei.

Although Chu Zihang's words and spirit surprised the general, it was harmless.

After all, it's just a humanoid bomb, as long as it's not Lu Mingfei's unreasonable power, it won't be able to turn the sky upside down.

Now, it's time to send this earthly killing god back to heaven.

Wang Jiang pulled out a small knife from his waist, this knife was called Fugu Maru, and it was a rare poisonous blade.

Its sword body is hollow, and it contains thirty-three kinds of alchemy poisons, whether it is a human or a dragon, as long as it is scratched, it will turn into a puddle of pus and blood.

But the poison was only enough for three times, and the king had already used it twice before he got it.

The remaining opportunity was extremely precious, so he never gave up on it.

Now, Fugumaru has finally waited for a target worthy of it.

The king's body swelled suddenly, and sharp scales cut through his skin, growing out of his flesh.

The gigantic muscle fibers are as ugly as a skinned frog.

But the king general didn't care, he not only wanted to poison Lu Mingfei, but also cut off his head.

Of course, Chu Zihang would not let him succeed, he forcibly squeezed the power of the dragon blood in his body, and the complicated syllables came out of his mouth again.

"Be cautious, Chu Jun. You don't want to blow up your brother together, do you? ”

The king made a silent gesture to him.

Chu Zihang hated and canceled the spirit of speech.

I had already known that I had advised Lu Mingfei to keep the shape of the leather case of the Ultimate Empty Body, and the defense of the hood was enough to ensure that he survived the explosion.

"What a good boy."

Wang Jiang said with satisfaction.

He walked to Lu Mingfei's side and admired it quietly.

What a handsome face, what a toned body, and every muscle contains explosive power.

And unlike those distorted serpentine Deadpools, his body silhouette is full of human health beauty.

Wang Jiang hesitated for a moment, it was a pity to kill with such a good body, if he could make a ghost warrior, it would be enough to become another killer for him.

Compared to the dragon king who has always wanted to bring him down, Lu Mingfei is undoubtedly a better tool.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot interrupted his thoughts, and the Spirit of Words and Dust Land was launched, and the speed of the bullet was greatly reduced under the interference of the high-speed air current, and Wang Jiang easily dodged it.

The power of the same spirit used by different bloodlines is very different, and the body used by the king general, the bloodline level is naturally much higher than those fierce ghosts encountered at sea.

", this guy is so annoying."

Fingal couldn't help but scold.

Kill one after another, and each of them is not weak, what is his name Wang General, just call it Orochimaru.

The king ignored his scolding, but the shot made him sober.

His spirit can only tamper with the minds of people with weak mental power, even if Lu Mingfei's spirit is trapped by the spirit of words and dreams tapir, it is very dangerous.

If the tampering fails to wake him up, it will really be a waste of rice.

But I really want it, this perfect human body.

The king was in a tangle.

"Why are you fighting?"

Eri Yi pulled the corner of Chu Zihang's clothes and showed him the notebook.

Chu Zihang sighed, even he was in no mood to explain now.

Fingal had an idea and said to him.

"Tell her that this is the bad guy and her brother's enemy."

Chu Zihang understood what he meant at once, but he couldn't say it.

Eri is so innocent that lying to her is like lying to her mother.

"Don't be morally clean there, brother, your head is going to die."

Fingal exclaimed.

Chu Zihang gritted his teeth and said to Eriyi with difficulty.

"They are your brother's enemies, and they want to kill your brother's friends."

After speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look at those pure eyes.

"Friends? （⊙.⊙）”

Eri tilted her head.

By the way, my brother ate ramen with them and allowed her to play with them, and they took Eri to ride in a car that they had never been in before.

Eri's little head thought about it and came to a conclusion.

"Hmmm! It's a friend! ╭(′▽`)╭(′▽`)╯”

Since it's her friend, don't allow others to touch it!

Eri puffed out her cheeks angrily and opened her lips that had been closed.

(End of chapter)