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Broome II land plate.

Areas bombed into scorched earth by the fleet.

The flying demon primordial threw the "Thunder Warrior" in his hand to the ground.

Clone Angelon felt like he had been stuffed into a cannon, and then it was fired, quickly spanning a distance of thousands of kilometers and slamming through the ruins of the fortress in the scorched earth before being embedded in a wall.

The clone tried to struggle, but no sooner had he slid off the wall than the demonic primordial that suddenly flashed in front of him punched his head into the wall.

The helmet of the Thunder Warrior withstood the bombardment of the fist.

But then the demon protomorph grabbed the clone by the neck, raised his hand and clasped it on the helmet, screaming and exerting force, tearing the entire helmet off.

Braids scattered, and a familiar face appeared in the sight of the demonic primordial.

After a brief moment of trance, the demon's fists rained down on the clone's face.

If anyone is nearby, they will surely hear the sound of an explosion and the sound of the ground shattering.

Until the demonic primordial fists were stained with blood, until it found that its fury was draining away and it was emotionally exhausted.

The bombardment stopped.

The clone's hand trembled and raised, gently pressed against the demon's face.

Then, the clone reined with all his strength, his hand tightly clasped the face of the demon primordial, and the head slammed hard, knocking the demon protogenone back by surprise.

"Who made you!" The Demon Primordial roared and questioned.

"Fabius." The clone crawled out of the pit and straightened the facial bones that had been beaten out of place, "I'm not like you, I'm not from a slave owner, but ...... A morally corrupt madman...... It's probably a little better than a slave owner, though. ”

"Idiot! How could a mad doctor of the Emperor's Sons Legion clone the original body completely and give it a memory! "You've been played, just as I've been played, we've all been tricked by the golden slave master, and we've all been tricked by him, including the stupid madman named Fabius!" ”

Slaveowner......

Even the clones can't help but wonder in their hearts, is their own ontology too persecuted paranoia? How can anything be transferred to a slave owner?

But there is no point in arguing, especially with an abnormal madman.

Clone Angron pulls out a spare weapon from his back, which is a living metal spear used by the Thunder Warriors.

He wasn't used to spears as weapons, because he had the impression that the guys who brought him away from his siblings to the damned slave owners were the ones who were shiny and spear-wielding.

As he picked up the spear and pondered the past, Clone Angron realized once again that he was a clone and didn't have to share the same thoughts as his own.

"I'll give you a chance, you kill yourself!" The Demon Primordial was on a giant sword, looking down at his clone condescendingly, "I don't want to chop you into a pile of pieces, you know something yourself." ”

"I'm going to fight." The clone clenched the spear, "Because we are enemies." ”

The Demon Primordial was suddenly enraged by this sentence.

"Are we enemies? So you're a bastard with no nails in your head and you're still loyal to that damn slave owner? ”

A roar shook Clone Anglon's eardrums, and his eyes narrowed as the blood blew from his mouth as the body roared.

After the roar, the demon's massive body paced back and forth, shouting and complaining from its mouth.

"When I was a lackey like you, the enemy of the slave owner I killed was bleeding! It's not because I want recognition, I want to be meritorious, it's because of that damn nail in my head! The reason I obey the stinky flesh on the Golden Throne is this damn mutation! ”

"If I hadn't had this nail, I might have been like you, like most of our brothers, like a dog, a bastard with a mouth full of righteousness and morality but a bad stomach, maybe I could have become a scholar or something, right?"

"I maybe...... I'm probably going to be a good guy...... Do you know why? ”

The Demon Primordial suddenly stopped, and two scarlet vertical eyes stared at their clone.

The clone shook his head slowly: "Why?" ”

"Because if I don't have this damn nail in my head! If I hadn't been bloodthirsty by it, that damn slave owner wouldn't have been able to control me through the properties of this nail......"

"So ......"

The Demon Primordial gasped violently.

"Then I'm going to fucking walk into the Himalayan palace and chop off the head of that damn slave owner mongrel with a single knife and hang it high on the walls of the palace!"

Hearing that the emperor's head was cut off and hung on the city wall, Clone Angelon nodded, but shook his head again.

He felt that to himself the emperor was just a slave owner, but to other primitives, the emperor would at least pretend that he had fatherly love.

For Kiliman or Horus, it would be uncomfortable for them to cut off the emperor's head and hang it on the city wall.

"You're a fake, but you're so much luckier than I am, and you still choose to be a lackey for that damn slave-owning mongrel?" The demon protomorph walked up to the clone and grabbed the clone by the neck, asking a question that hatred could not be made of steel.

Faced with a question, the clone struggled to reply, "I...... Don't do things for that slave owner...... I'm fighting for the whole of humanity...... The people I fought for...... It's not the same as the audience on Angry Kyria...... They don't give a damn ...... Also, I don't want to be a ...... You madman ......"

"Look at your virtues......"

The Demon Primordial discovers that the eyes of the fake are looking at itself.

"If you ...... You go back now...... Face those gladiator brothers and sisters...... You're going to hack them for sure...... They ......"

"Because you've become a puppet...... A puppet who is a lackey for something disgusting that is worse than a slave owner......"

The clone still had no words to finish, but the demon primordial didn't have the patience to listen anymore, and he raised the greatsword, but he didn't slash it for a long time.

It's not that it's a clone that can't do it, it's that the Demon Prototype can always feel its emotions being withdrawn like never before, and it makes it more awake and able to think.

"You say you're fighting for the whole of humanity? Hum? "You've run into a new tyrant who is even more dangerous than the slave owner, what bullshit for humanity, these are the ways that tyrant controls you, and you get stuck in an illusory thing shaped by a reason that is more bullshit than the reason for the Great Expedition, and lose your luckily reserved judgment!" ”

The alliance leader has been reached. I'm sorry brothers, but it was really a while ago, and I only completed the task now, sorry

(End of chapter)