"A new tyrant who is more terrible than that slave owner?"

"!"

"I saw a real human being, a man a hundred times more human-like than the slave owner, though he also wielded transcendent powers......"

"You, you've always thrown the problem on that slave owner, you're clean, you're here, you're on the opposite side of humanity, you've become a lackey of the Dark God, and you're still here to talk about it? I can't believe you're my essence! ”

When he heard the ontology evaluate the new leader he had chosen, and that the liberator in his heart was a new tyrant who was even more terrible than the slave owner on the golden throne, Clone Angelon became angry, and even burst into foul language when refuting the ontology.

Although Clone Angron had heard what the Entity said from Corax, who was also a Clone, he didn't believe it.

Without the Butcher's Nail, Clone Angelon can do many things that Ontologies can't and don't want to do.

For example, reading.

Clone Angron surveyed the talkative man, and found that the man wasn't just talking, he was fighting for a great cause, and he was doing good things for his people.

Just as Angry Kyria is part of Great Otlama, the Tyrone Star Sector has its own "Angry Kyria", but after that Angry Kyria was included in the Tyrone Gate Defense Zone, the gladiators on it were liberated, and they were free to choose to join the Tyrone Army or choose to become a civilian.

The slave owners and their executioners were executed, and the nobles who openly rebelled against the management of the Sector were even beheaded on the spot by the Praetorian Guards.

"Tyrant slave owners will always disguise themselves, you fool who has not been deeply involved in the world!" The Demon Primordial was pacing back and forth, still scolding with hatred for the iron and steel, "How much memory did that damn bastard thing of Fabius instill in you?" Is it only until I'm picked up from Angry Kyria by the yellow-glowing slave owner? ”

"I've heard that from you." Clone Angron recalls what he heard from one of his clone brothers.

That is, clone of Kiliman.

Killiman thinks that everything Tyrone did when it took over the replica of the planet of Angry Kyria was just a means to win over the locals, and if the planet was not of great importance, if the ruler of the planet was more valuable, then the Sector would make the same decision as the emperor back then - compromise.

But Angelon retorted to Kiliman: "Well, to be honest I also think it's a means of co-optation, but at least they're willing to do something about it, rather than throwing the suffering people in the gutter like the slave owner who found me." ”

As he recalls these little things, Clone Angelon hears his own body roaring and asks why.

And when he wanted to open his mouth and say what he thought, he saw the main body scratching his head irritably, and finally picked up the giant sword, gasping heavily, staring at his clone.

"I don't usually talk so much nonsense, I don't even bother to talk...... That damn nail still torments me after my ascension. ”

"I'm willing to listen to you say a few more words, not just because you have a special ability to make me a little calmer."

"It's also because of you bastard! You idiot is a clone of me! And there are no nails, at least so I can use the few normal nerves I have left to figure out what kind of person I would be if I hadn't hit a damn nail. ”

The Demon Primordial slowly walked sideways around its clone.

"Then I saw that I would be a person who was easily deceived."

"Otherwise, why are you standing here for a tyrant who likes more than the slave owner who is full of benevolence and morality, and is the enemy of my being?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon primordial body rushed towards the clone and swung the giant sword in his hand.

It was incredibly fast, lunging at the clone almost before it could react, slashing it off the shoulder with a single sword.

The clone was stunned and hurt.

He thought he had the strength to fight......

But it turns out that it is not for nothing that the demon primordials who have been ascended to the demons have survived since 10,000 years ago and have been causing trouble to humans.

They are indeed stronger.

The Demon Primordial had no patience to continue speaking at this time, its patience was not much in the first place, and now it was even less left after being offended by its own clone.

The sword that sealed the Slaanesh Demon was raised again, still stained with Clone Angron's blood.

But as before, when the sword was about to be swung, the Demon Primordial came to a halt once again.

This time, it was not the special abilities of the clone in front of him, nor the Lord of Tyrone who suddenly killed him, but an airdrop pod that rapidly descended from the sky.

"Then how did the damn drop pod show up at this time and place?!" The Demon Primordial asks a question that contains madness.

No one can answer it.

The drop pod continues to fall towards the ground.

The new drop pod, which the demon primordial didn't recognize at all, gradually corrected its direction in the air, and fell straight towards the place where the two primordials were.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The Demon Primordial breathed heavily, looked around, and finally threw his greatsword at the drop pod.

The giant sword flashed through the drop pod, and the sudden ghost smashed down not far away with black smoke.

Then the giant sword that imprisoned the demon automatically returned to his master's hand.

After glancing at the drop pod, which had exploded on impact with the ground, the Demon Primordial turned to look at its clone and grabbed its greatsword.

But as he was about to charge up before the slash was about to do it again, the Demon Primordial looked back at the situation on the other side of the drop pod.

By the way, he also glanced at the sky and the surroundings.

After hearing Kabanha's cry of pain when he was bombarded by lightning, the Demon Primordial raised his sword again with confidence.

"Wait."

A sound came from the direction of the crash of the drop pod.

The Demon Primordial Body was shocked to find that his body could not move, and the giant sword in his hand could not fall.

Psionic energy.

Abominable psionic powers.

"I hate it! I hate everything here! Because this is a spiritualistic ghost place, if something doesn't want me to kill him, he won't die! The Demon Primordial yelled at his clone and turned around impatiently.

The psionic energy that bound the demonic primordial seemed to dissipate at this point, and then it saw a woman.

A woman who suffered some minor injuries as a result of the crash of the drop pod.

The woman's pupils exuded a familiar golden glow.

"You ......"

The demon's sturdy body trembled slightly.

"You...... You ......"

"You damn slave-owning bastard, what made you choose to come here to die?"

I'm going to check it today, and I'm going to have four chapters

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