“……”

Clone Angelon looked around.

He immediately noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange, and that he himself was the only normal person in the room, even though he was a clone......

The Demon Primordial Body collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, and there was nothing wrong with its body on the surface, but the spiritual energy that the Emperor had cast just now had definitely made it suffer a lot, so it couldn't even move now.

And since the Demon Primordial couldn't move, Clone Angelon found himself safe.

Karn, some of the Space Marines of the Butcher Gang, Lotara...... The clones found that the men seemed to have taken themselves for themselves, and that they were just sitting there, neither killing themselves nor talking to them as the demon primordial would be.

It's like ...... Old friends who haven't seen each other for many years appeared, and everyone was sitting together in mixed moods, ready to talk.

Karn and the others had both beaten the Butcher's Nail, and Lothara existed in an illusory state similar to that of a mech.

For the former, the guilt in Clone Angron's heart prevented him from even saying a word to Karn, asking Karn what his attitude was towards his clone.

This guilt comes from the exact same memory as the original, due to the uncontrolled behavior of the "original body", Karn and others who are still loyal to the original body are hammered with butcher's nails in order to get close to the original body, which eventually leads to the tragedy of the entire legion.

For the latter, that is, Lotara, Clone Angron also felt a little guilty, but he was even more curious about why Lothara became the way she is.

Like a ......

Ghost.

The word ghost came to Angelon's mind.

"You don't have a nail in your head." Karn glanced at the Father of the Ascension Gene, who had regained some of his mobility, and then his gaze fell on the Father of the Clone Gene.

The clone nodded, "As you can see, I'm a clone of Anglon, and that bastard of Fabius didn't nail me after making me." ”

Karn nodded, his right hand rubbing his left arm, and his neck shrunk as if he were feeling the chill of the environment.

Then Karn muttered to himself.

"By your side, I, I feel like my mind will be much more normal."

"It's like the torture of the butcher's nail and my inexhaustible anger being drained of some of it."

"Although you are a clone, it seems that you have more useful abilities than your own body."

Your ontology.

When Clone Angron heard Karn use such words, he instantly realized that although Karn had become a slave of the Blood God just like his own body, their relationship was not good until now.

Karn didn't seem to have the same fanatical love for his genetic father as he had been.

"My body wants to kill me, that's why it's pulling me over." Clone Angron looked at the main body that was crawling up and leaning against the ruins, "But it looks like it's going to be banished, and it's like a return to the light that dragged me here." ”

"I don't care." Karn said coldly.

Clone Angron looked at Karn, then at Lotara.

The latter spread his hands and shook his head expressionlessly.

"Ten thousand years ago, the World Eaters revolted, after which Horus was killed in battle."

Karn continued.

"There are only three legions that remain intact after escaping into the Eye of Fear: the Death Guard, the Black Legion, and the Whisperers."

"The World Eater is not one of them."

"Thorax, who had snatched the Conqueror's flagship and was reluctantly assisted by Lotara, that bastard dreamed of uniting the World Eaters once again into a legion, not a small warband."

"It's not just him who tried."

"There is a possibility that the World Eater will be reverted to the legion."

Speaking of which, the Chosen One of the Blood God, the one who had influenced the fate of the Twelfth Legion, Karn, he looked at Clone Angron, and also glanced at Angelon himself.

After a pause, Karn continued.

"It was I who completely extinguished the possibility of the World Eaters recovering from one war gang to another, and with a massacre, a bloody battle, I ensured that the World Eaters could never be merged again."

"So for me, I don't care if you're a clone or an original, I don't care what you're brought here for, and I don't care if I should kill you."

"I just want to sit here and ...... with Lothara right now"

Lotara, projected by the knight's internal equipment, nodded.

"And my brothers."

The members of the warband, known as the Butchers, led by Karn, all sat down rarely, sitting beside their warlord lords, rather than screaming at whomever and whomever they wanted.

"I just want to sit here with these guys and think about what our genetic father would be like if he were a normal person when we become weirdly rational."

With that, Karn grabbed a handful of bloody soil and threw it into the campfire.

The flames were blazing.

"You're pretty well organized." Clone Angelon held back for a long time, and only held back this sentence, "I was surprised." ”

He originally thought that after beating the butcher's nail, his children were all uncomfortable madmen who didn't kill people, and there was no way to think and communicate.

As for Thorax, who can even run away...... Thorax is an exception.

Unbeknownst to Clone Angron, Karn was an exception.

Abaddon once commented on Karn: Only a fool would think of Karn as a mad dog without a brain. Beneath that blood-stained helmet lurks wisdom and cunning.

"I don't often do that, and this is the exception." Karn said coldly.

"Betrayer." The Demon Primordial let out a low roar, "You should cut off that impostor's head right now and sacrifice it to the Blood God!" ”

Karn glanced at his ascension Genetic Father, then withdrew his gaze again, and a dull laugh erupted from under his helmet.

It wasn't until Clone Angron looked at Karn in wonder and tried to ask why, that Karn himself explained, "So, if my genetic father hadn't hit the nails, would he be a sane man?" ”

Clone Angelon didn't answer because he wasn't sure either.

He had heard from the Lord of Tyrone about the life of the Primordial Body, about what the Primordial lacked the most - education. Although the original body knows a lot from birth, they still need to be educated.

And even if Clone Angron didn't hit the nails, he was still educated like the ontology, so he had a unique set of values.

The entire universe is a super gladiatorial arena formed by planets like gladiatorial arenas, the emperor and the four gods are slave owners, and the people who resist in this universe are the gladiators who revolt one by one.

Emancipating more slaves and making more gladiators like-minded brothers and sisters is how Clone Angron understands the great cause in the mouth of the Lord of Tyrone.

Even he felt that this understanding was problematic.

So when Karn said that the Father of Genes who didn't hit nails was a sane man, Clone Angron didn't say anything.

"It shouldn't be rational and smart."

"I'm still impulsive, like I took the initiative to duel with my abominable body, and then he cut off an arm."

After much thought, Clone Angron said to Karn.

"I was born in the gladiatorial arena, what can you expect from me intellectually and intelligently? I'm still an irritable and belligerent person, but at least not a mad dog who catches and bites anyone. ”

Two more chapters will be sent later, and one chapter will be saved today

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