Karn fell silent after hearing what the Father of the Gene Clones had to say.

It's the same with Lotara.

It took a long time for the clone to realize that he had not been killed by these enemies, but only because they had been blinded by his own clone, and for a moment they were not sure whether they should be on the side of the clone or the main body.

There were also some past events that made them feel melancholy and difficult to decide, so they sat here and chatted over the fire as if they were camping.

If there is no fundamental change in the positions of each side, then there will still be a bloody battle next.

Realizing this, Clone Angron looked at his demonic body, his gaze from the stout body with no wounds at all to the Butcher's Nail above his head.

The Butcher's Nail is an ancient relic that even emperors and automatologists have no control over it, and it will gradually replace the brain nerves of the implanted.

And the Butcher's Nail was originally just a nerve tool used by human servants and stone men.

Even ancient humans had never studied how to remove this thing from a person's head.

And the Butcher's Nail is still affecting the Demon Primordial.

Clone Angron recalls the scene just now, when the emperor suddenly appeared and released psionic energy to suppress the demonic primordial, and then used the psionic energy to slowly pull out its nails, which caused it to fall into severe pain.

At that time, the demon protogens were still able to react a little, and even managed to escape and take their clones with them.

But the consequences of the Butcher's Nail being passive are gradually becoming apparent.

Clone Angron came to the conclusion that the weakness of his body was the Butcher's Nail, and even though it had ascended and looked like a monster, the influence of the Butcher's Nail was still there.

I don't know how, but I can definitely use it.

"It's time."

While Clone Angron was pondering a battle strategy, Karn suddenly stood up and said it was time.

Then the sadistic god picked up the axe in his bare left arm, and slowly stood up from the side of the campfire.

The atmosphere changed in an instant, freezing to the point of suffocation.

"You're not the father of my genes...... You are still serving the rotten flesh on the throne, so you must die. Karn raised his axe, the jagged blade facing Clone Angron.

"How many times have I said that I didn't work for that slave master." Clone Angelon grumbled and stood up.

He had lost an arm in his previous battle with the Demon Primordial and was now only able to hold a chain axe with one arm, but he still stood up.

However, Karn put down his axe and looked at the Demon Primordial, "Let's have a gladiatorial fight." ”

Lothara didn't want to see the situation go this way, but she didn't think much of it, and she didn't shy away from it, because she wasn't a fragile person.

"Needless to say, I'll fight it too." Clone Angron glanced at his form, then looked at Karn and said, "But perhaps, maybe you have a way back. I found myself with the ability to ease the emotions of others, and you and your men were not as violent around me as they were rumored, so ......"

"Do you think we have a way back?" Karn pestle his axe, and the eyes under his helmet looked sarcastically at the father of the cloning gene, "As soon as a person becomes a believer in the blood god, he will start shouting for the blood god, and then he will also sacrifice his skull for the blood god, have you ever thought about this because of this?" ”

Clone Angelon thought for a moment and shook his head.

Karn didn't explain anything, and stepped back to make way for a clearing.

The Demon Primordial staggered to its feet, its massive body slowly moving in front of its clone.

Clone Angron looked at the main body, warmed up with a chain axe with one hand, took a deep breath, prepared to die, and then raised his hand to signal that the gladiatorial fight could begin.

As usual, the Demon Primordial took the lead, not even using a weapon, but only attacking with its own fists.

Fortunately, it has just recovered a bit, and it is not as powerful as it was at the beginning.

However, in the Eye of Fear, the strength of the Horrible Demon Primordial is much stronger than that of Motarian during the Plague War.

Not surprisingly, Clone Angelon was defeated in the early stages of the fight, and he could only block the fists of the Demon Primordial with his chain axe, and he was not even used to one-armed combat, and he couldn't even seize the opportunity to counterattack.

In the eyes of Karn and the others, the battle was anything but exciting.

Because the two big guys are just punching the other in a row, and the other is blocking with a chain axe.

Even since the Demon Primordial had just been tortured to the point that it needed to slow down for a while before it could continue to move, it was now very sluggish, fighting purely with its brute strength.

In the midst of his reluctant defenses, Clone Angron suddenly recalled what Karn had said.

He further thought that the people who might have been ascended had given up their own will, become servants of a dark god, and then become inclined to serve the dark god under its influence.

Just as the Demon Primordial would shout for the Blood God in battle, Clone Angelon couldn't imagine what was going through his own head when he fought in the name of the Blood God, the oversized slave owner.

"You fake! Defective product! "The Demon Primordial shattered the clone's chain axe with a heavy blow.

At the moment when the weapon shattered and the crimson fist flew out of the shards, Clone Angron truly regretted that he had to use the chain axe that Perturabo had made in the lab instead of using the New Thunder Warriors' standard cold weapon made of strange metal.

He didn't regret it for long, and then he was shattered by the fist of the demon primordial, and the entire facial bone made a crisp sound, and his brain even went blank for a second.

When the clone reacted, he found that the body's hands were already on his neck, and the tearing sensation came from between his neck, and the intense pain caused Clone Angron to open his mouth but no more strength to scream.

"Die! Die! Die! ”

As Clone Angelon's life force faded away, so did the soothing power of his essence.

Demon Primordial, Karn, the two minions of the Blood God, became extremely violent and manic.

Clone Angron tried to reach out and attack the Butcher's Spike of the Original, but his arm struggled to lift it.

Until the moment when his consciousness was about to dissipate, Clone Angelon saw a ray of light, and then a sudden surge of power supported him to raise his arm and slam the butcher's nail on the body's head.

Clone Angelon's face was covered in blood, and his expression was hideous, and he concentrated all the strength of his body on his arm, carrying the hatred of the body and the infinite hatred of the butcher's nail, the product of the tragedy, the butcher's nail creaked.

(End of chapter)