As the Demon Primordial pinched its clone and flew effortlessly towards the battlefield, they also discovered that the two sides of the war were now competing for a temporary winner.

The Dracassi, the Demon Army, the Plague Warriors, the combined army that had just been fighting the enemy was now retreating in the direction of the Skull Fortress.

The Demon Primordial couldn't believe what it was seeing.

Under the bombardment of the Titan Legion and artillery units, the minions of the Blood God are marching and evacuating in an orderly manner.

The vending ghosts marched in orderly formation, walking in unison like victors rather than losers of a staged campaign.

Some venters supervised discipline next to the Great Retreat, slaughtering the undisciplined soldiers of the mortal legions on the Dracassi.

The plague warriors were already one step ahead, and for some reason, the bastards had become elusive.

After watching the retreat for a while, the Demon Primordial discovered why the Blood God tolerated this cowardly behavior.

Because this was an orderly strategic turnaround, not a rout, military discipline and order were still vividly displayed at this time.

Without the slightest panic, the retreating troops withdrew in an orderly manner, leaving a broken rear force from time to time when the enemy overtook them.

From the ritual of the blood god to the useless scorched earth of Broome, the staged battle that began with the encounter was undoubtedly a failure, and the Dracasi nobles who commanded the battle planned a strategic retreat.

After all, the war will still advance to the attack and defense of the skull fortress.

Everything related to the war that was taking place at this moment in the entire Bloom could be sensed by the Demon Primordial, and he was immediately surprised to find that there was still a place where the battle was going on.

So the demon prototype grabbed the throat of his clone and rushed to the place where there was still a battle without hesitation.

After reaching the target location, the Demon Prototype threw its clone to the ground, and then the entire huge body couldn't hold on, and smashed to the ground like a crash, lying in a deep crater like a meteorite for a while.

Clone Angelon was already injured in the battle with the Demon Primordial, and when he was thrown by it, he could only stand up at this time.

But he still held on to his body and wanted to stay away from here, so he looked for a way to escape while observing all the enemies present.

A dozen space marines in crimson armor are slaughtering the mortal legions they have crushed.

A Fallen Knight, which appears to be full of the Mark of the Blood God's faith, is assisting the Space Marines in slaying mortals.

Clone Angron retreated, but didn't take a few steps when he suddenly realized that there was already a person behind him.

The man, dressed in crimson armor, stood in place, breathing heavily, holding two axes in his hand and his left arm exposed.

"Whew...... ...... "Heavy breathing with anger came from the helmet with two long strips.

Clone Angron single-handed a chainsaw sword on the ground, using it as a dagger, and then came face to face with the Chaos Space Marines in front of him.

At the same time, he glanced at the body that had fallen into the pit next to it, and after confirming that it was temporarily incapacitated, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Father of Genes......" A call from Clone Angron was heard in disbelief.

"Who are you?" Angelon looked at the red-armored warrior in front of him and asked.

The answer to Clone Angron's question is not words, but actions.

The Space Marines took off their helmets, revealing their own hideous faces, glaring at the clone of the Father of Genes in front of him with a look of grievance, anger, and reproach.

"Card ...... Kahn? ”

"Is that you?"

……

A moment later.

"Fabius, that bastard, I should have chopped off his dog's head and hung it around my waist!"

"That damn bastard, I'm going to let him die without a place to be buried!"

Beside the mountain of corpses, Karn sat by the campfire, gritting his teeth to vent his frustration with Fabius's actions.

Other Space Marines stood by.

Although he was extremely dissatisfied with Fabius's cloning of Angron, Karn had no feelings for the Father of the Clone Gene next to him, and even the Father of the Ontological Gene would not let him kneel down and cry bitterly.

He is no longer the filial son he used to be.

The demon primordial body lay in the mountains of corpses, panting vigorously, gradually recovering from the pain caused by the emperor before.

It wanted to hack everyone to death, including Karn, especially its own fakes, but it didn't have the strength to do so yet.

Flying with a clone for a long time is more like a back-to-the-ground battle.

"Karn, why are you here?" Clone Angron asked with mixed feelings.

"Where is the ...... Where there's war......" Karn said, grinding his teeth, "there's the Butchers and me. ”

Seeing Karn like this, Clone Angron bowed his head in silence.

For as long as he can remember, Karn has always been an unwavering heir to him in the World Eater Legion.

Karn had been longing for the return of the Father of Genes, who did not feel as crazy as some people after his return, and who did not feel as crazy as some people did not deserve to be the Lord of the Legion.

Karn had repeatedly retrieved the mad Angron.

In order to get closer to the Father of Genes, Karn and several others even led the promotion of the Butcher's Nail.

Clone Angelon, who had the memories of his body but didn't shoot the Butcher's Nail, felt guilty about Karn, for he was the representative of the Legion who had never abandoned him but had gone astray.

"The Conqueror has been destroyed." Karn said to both genetic fathers at the same time, "But I found Lotara. ”

As soon as the words fell, an image was projected from the Fallen Knight.

A woman in a white uniform with a red bloody hand emblazoned on her chest appears.

It was none other than the former captain of the Conqueror, Lothara Sarin, who had previously helped and restrained Kossolax and was missing after the Conqueror was destroyed in the Battle of Cadia.

When Lothara appeared, the demonic primordials lying on the mountain of corpses panting for breath all looked sideways.

"Two primitives?" Lotara stood with her hands in her hands, glancing back and forth between the two Angelons in surprise, "Why are there two of them?" ”

"Why are you still alive?" The Demon Primordial asked.

"A guy named Vashtor freed me from the wreckage of the battleship and stuffed me into this knight." Lothara replied, then complaining, "Whatever the two of you, why didn't you come to me?" What were you doing when the Conqueror was destroyed? Now that the worst war has broken out on this damn planet, you guys are showing up? Well? ”

Clone Angron bowed his head.

Don't look over the corner of the Demon Primordial.

Both Angelons responded to Lotara's complaining inquiries with silence.

(End of chapter)