The Demon Primordial faces two enemies at once.

The Butcher's Nail buzzed, and the Primordial's head was almost entirely filled with the urge and desire to chop the two people in front of him into pieces and slash them into slag.

But to Kiliman's and Clone Angelon's surprise, the Demon Primordial didn't pounce on you right away.

"Come, let me see how much power you have gained in exchange for your betrayal." Kiliman held a sword in his right hand and danced a sword flower.

It was just a sarcastic remark that seemed to be proud, and it was only intended to plunge the demonic body into a more extreme rage, delaying it for a while, rather than showing how much stronger the speaker was than the one who listened.

Killiman finished his sentence and glanced to the right.

In the midst of lightning and fire, Kabanha, who commanded all the demons, was defeated and retreated, and the man, who was still strong by the standards of mortals, was driving his transcendent power to carry out a great battle that ordinary bloodletters could not approach and intervene in.

With a clear understanding in his heart, Killiman withdrew his gaze and glanced at the self-proclaimed "Thunder Warrior" of Angre, then took a step back and circled around the Demon Primordial.

"Shut your stinking mouth, you fucking shitty lackey!" The Demon Primordial retorted angrily, "What kind of person do you think you are?" ”

Its refutation sounded weak to Killiman.

Kiriman just listened silently.

"You, Killman, you bastard, do you remember yourself, are you impulsive and irritable?! I've watched your duel with that bastard Motarian in the Sea of Souls, and I know of course that you're in a bad nature even after tens of thousands of years. ”

"Like your damn bitches, what are they called, oh yes, children of war."

"They're a bunch of people who fought until the last minute with your damn slave-owner father, co-opted to fight for your goddamn slave-owner father, your cubs are such a bunch of things, you don't know what kind of philosophers they are, what kind of scientists, fuck you!"

"The difference between you and me is that you happen to have a good mortal minions named Conno, Killeman and Yudon!"

The Demon Primordial was frenzied, dragging the greatsword in his right hand, gesturing with his left hand as he scolded angrily.

"That damn slave owner, damn executioner, he went to great lengths to find a good and gentle mom for your impulsive bastard so that they could teach you what it means to be rational and gentle, and then you damn bastard really pretend to be a civilized person."

"The filthy and stinky jerky on the Golden Throne can find you two good minions, but you don't want to mind control some damned slave-owner bastard like him on the angry Kyria, so I don't get this damn nail!"

Listening to the demonic primordial's complaints and angry curses, a shock appeared on Clone Angron's face hidden under his armor.

Damn it...... Why don't I have such eloquence? Otherwise, I would have been able to squirt him speechless when I met the tyrant who possessed a woman!

After thinking about it like this, Clone Angron still thought about refuting the ontology: "You have become an enemy of humanity, you are a shameful traitor, you have turned a deaf ear to your children, and you have led them on a path of no return. ”

"Shut up!" The Demon Primordial roared at his clone, "What qualifications do you have to point fingers at this? Didn't I know how much of a bastard I was? Sometimes I'll think about it, and then I'll figure it out, and I'll only have to take fifty percent of the blame for the tragedy of the World Eater, and the rest will be the fault of that damn golden slave owner! ”

"Use your dog's brain to think."

"That damn bastard slave owner, doesn't he just want the Twelfth Legion to be completely destroyed?"

"I know exactly what I am, what kind of problems I have, but that slave-owner bastard doesn't know, or he pretends not to know, I don't want to manage the Legion, but he just stands by and watches that I have to take on the responsibility of managing my children, even if I'm a crazy father!"

"It's all to blame on that damn slave owner! Blame him for everything! ”

After ending the curse with a roar of rage in the sky, the Demon Primordial flew towards Killiman.

The battle between the brothers began again.

At this point, even Kiriman realized that his renegade brother was not as insane as he had been, even though his Butcher's Nail was still in effect.

There was a defense of oneself in the roar just now, and there was hatred and accusation against the emperor, although it still sounded very crazy, but it was not something that a demonic primordial who had been tossed into a mad by the butcher's nail and the power of terror could speak.

The Demon Prototype itself had discovered it, wondering why its brain had suddenly become much clearer, even with the Butcher's Nail attack.

It pondered as it wrestled with Kiriman.

I finally remembered when my situation began.

It starts with meeting that Thunder Warrior.

The feeling of the Demon Prototype is very strange, it feels like all its negative emotions are being slowly and slightly withdrawn, although slowly and slightly, it is still being withdrawn, at least it can make its head a little lighter.

Thinking about this, the two vertical eyes on the hideous and terrifying face suddenly stared at the "Thunder Warrior".

The Demon Primordial suddenly dodged Kiliman's blade, turned its body around the momentum, and struck away the chain axe in the hands of the "Thunder Warrior" with a single sword.

The thick arms grabbed the throat of the "Thunder Warrior".

Eventually, the Demon Primordial spread its blood-red wings and soared into the air, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"What's the situation?" Killiman took off his helmet and looked in amazement at the shattered ground and the pit left by Anglon when he took off, and then looked up at the blood-red trail in the sky.

There is no doubt that the Demon Primordial is gone.

Everything he did made Killiman feel unjustified.

Not only were the Loyal Primordials confused by this, but also the Great Demons who had come with Angelon.

Qin Mo had just released the thunderbolt to annihilate the bloodthirsty mad demon that had rushed over, and he was also stunned for a few seconds when he found out that Angron had run away, but he quickly understood.

Before and after the rebellion, Angron never regarded others as his companions, and in his eyes his companions were only the gladiators who were angry with Kyria.

Perhaps in the head of this demonic primordial, he is not participating in a battle of the century on the battlefield at the key node of the Eye of Fear, nor is he fighting with those bloodthirsty demon colleagues to spread the horror of the blood god.

It may feel like it's just for a fight, so when it wants to leave, it doesn't hesitate to leave.

"I'm looking for the Emperor." Qin Mo took out the communicator and got in touch with Vanessa.

"I've been there." The emperor's voice reached Qin Mo's ears.

Qin Mo raised his hand to kill a group of vamplets, and then asked, "Angron brought his clone to get it?" ”

The emperor over there was silent for a moment.

"I'm observing."

(End of chapter)