The greatsword that imprisoned the demon of Slaanesh even made a humming sound when it was about to slash down, and it was about to slash down with the power of ten thousand jun, it was the weapon's own decision.

But the Demon Primordial Body clung to the hilt of the sword and controlled its movements.

The distance between the clone and the original body is no more than half a meter.

Clone Angelon felt the madness, anger, and unwillingness from the ontology.

The Demon Primordial also felt something, and although he couldn't say what it felt, it even made the sword in its hand a little late.

Hesitation, a little hesitation.

The extreme rage and the battle intent brought by the Butcher's Nail replaced the strange feeling of the demonic primordial, and the greatsword in its hand still slashed down.

Clone Anglon raised his chain axe to try to parry, but he felt not the heavy force of his own fierce attack, nor the pain of his own injury, but a gust of wind.

A figure descended from the sky, then grabbed the horns of the demonic primordial and flung it out.

"If you're counting on your colleagues to pestering me, you're thinking too much." Qin Mo threw the heads of the two bloodthirsty demons towards the demon primordial body.

The latter swung his weapon quickly, and the two swords split the flying skull at him, and let out a roar.

It's like an animal.

The roar shook the ground, causing the wind pressure to even blow Clone Angron backwards by a meter.

"You have the ability to completely obliterate you!" The Demon Primordial stepped forward, a voice full of hatred and anger coming from the gap between the fangs and teeth, "If you weren't a coward...... Just duel with me! Duel with me! Duel! ”

"What's your worth, lackey?" Qin Mo leaned his scepter and asked contemptuously, "Are you commanding your army, or are you carrying out some of your master's plans?" It's more strategic for me to kill the bloodthirsty demons you brought with me than to duel you. ”

Hearing this, Clone Angron felt the humiliation, anger, and unwillingness of the ontology.

Then he was surprised to find that his own body could still analyze and judge what the Lord of Tyrone said in his mind, otherwise his body would not have the emotions he felt.

In fact, the demonic original Angelon can indeed think, and even the Butcher's Nail has completely turned him into a fool who wants nothing but to cut people.

Just as he was in the Legion, he knew how to determine who was his own by beating the Butcher's Nail, and to exclude dissenters.

But what little thinking power it had left was painful for the demonic Primordial Angelon, who had to think about it and conclude that the bastard in front of him was right.

The Demon Primordial knew very well that he really didn't even have the value of a duel, because after he died, the war would continue, and he was not a commander, but a warrior, or even the kind of warrior who had nothing to do with the overall situation.

"I'm just here to help someone who doesn't damn survive." Qin Mo glanced at Angelon's clone, then turned to face the mad demons who had become ritual nodes and exuded dazzling blood, "You have another strong enemy. ”

"Angelon!"

A roar came.

Both the demon prototype and the clone turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Seeing this, Robott Kiliman was killed by the arch of the Otlama Champion Guard.

He's not the same as he was before.

The flames emitted by the Emperor's Sword had dispersed even the blood rain and blood mist within a radius of twenty miles, and the sword was releasing unprecedented brilliance.

"You used to ...... You used to ......" the Demon Primordial tried to suppress the feelings of the Butcher's Nail, forcibly squeezing the words into its entirety, "You were once my defeated man!" ”

The Demon Primordial is true.

Killiman immediately remembered that he had said that Angelon was a slave to the past, and that he had been defeated in a duel.

However, in the face of the demon primordial, Kiriman still has the determination to win: "This is not the same as before, Angelon, I will use my father's sword to give you the death that this traitor deserves!" ”

"Oh." The Demon Primordial stretched out its claws and touched the surface of the giant sword, sparks flying, "That damn slave owner, if he still has consciousness, will definitely think that you are a good slave." ”

The two true primordials are at war.

The battle between them is beyond the reach of any other Primordial Body, and the Champion Guards of Otrama will become a burden to their own Genetic Father just by getting close, so they don't come close, just creating a battlefield for their Genetic Father that he will not be disturbed by others.

But Clone Angron didn't want to sit on the sidelines, he also had the ability to meddle.

After Killiman parryed the oncoming greatsword with the Emperor's Sword, he used the Emperor's Sword to stab at a tricky angle.

However, the Emperor's Sword was held against Angelon's armour.

"You were defeated by me just now." The Demon Primordial roared.

At this time, Clone Angelon saw the opportunity and rushed towards the Demon Primordial, smashing into it with all his might.

The chain axe flew in front of the Demon Primordial before it could stabilize its body, leaving a horrific scar on its face.

"This way of using it...... "The Demon Primordial did not launch a furious counterattack, but reached out and slowly touched the wound on his head.

The "Thunder Warrior" in front of him gives the Demon Primordial a familiar feeling.

Consider what the name of the planet you are on and who it belongs to......

The Demon Primordial suddenly had a shocked guess, and then flew towards the "Thunder Warrior" in front of him.

Killiman stood up and swung his sword to block the Demon Primordial's flutter for Clone Angron.

"Robott."

"Leave that idiot at Angelon."

Ryan's voice rang out in the communication module integrated into the Armor of Destiny.

"It's better to kill a few more demons with your father's sword than to fight that idiot!"

"The demon army is holding a ceremony, and it is unknown what the effect of the ceremony will be, but the iron man named Scholar said that he had a terrible premonition, so he ......"

Kiriman looked at the demon Origin Angelon, and quickly turned his head to look at every group of demons not far away that were emitting blood light, and finally decided to stay and deal with his renegade brother.

As for the bloodthirsty demons...... Kiriman didn't think that he could stop those big demons by killing, anyway, Lao Qin was chopping melons and vegetables in the group of demons, or he killed enough big demons to stop the ceremony, or the ceremony would still start, and he couldn't chop melons and vegetables in the demon group......

Thinking about it, Killiman decided to deal with Angron first.

At least when Qin Mo finished dealing with those big demons and he rushed back to deal with Anglon, Angron would not succeed in running away because no one was paying attention.

"What's your name?" Killiman looked at the "Thunder Warriors" on the side.

Clone Angron, who was under the golden armor, thought for a moment and replied, "My name is Angre. ”

"Okay Angel." Killiman gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly and headed towards the Demon Primordial that was slowly oppressing, "The two of us have to drag this bastard together. ”

(End of chapter)