"Well done."

As Lothara was in a complicated mood, Karn let out a low cheer as he carried his axe.

But his helmet obscured his expression, and Clone Angron couldn't tell if he was genuinely complimenting, or if he had said something casually to do next.

Karn took several steps in quick succession, gradually reaching a distance of five paces in front of the father of the cloned gene.

It's pretty obvious what the sadistic Chosen One wants to do.

Angron's aching fingers from the overexertion of the Butcher's Nail had to be forced to grab the chain axe again, and in order to prevent the chain axe from falling during the battle, he tore off the armor lining with his teeth and wrapped his arm around the chain axe with his teeth.

In the gladiatorial arena of Angry Kyria, the young Angelon would wrap his weapons and arms around them in this way when he was tired of killing.

When he made this move, Clone Angron felt ridiculous.

I'm just a clone...... A fake...... In my head are memories and experiences that I have never really experienced......

Looking at Clone Angron, who was ready to fight again, and Karn, who was going toe-to-toe with him, Lothara hesitated and said, "Karn, are you sure ......"

"If I die in battle, the next thing is for you to chop the knight to pieces." Karn said without looking back.

Karn was still in his prime, and with the exception of his bare left arm, which was not covered in armor, as if it had been written "This is Karn's weakness to attack here", he looked like a terrifying warrior so powerful that the others shuddered.

Directly opposite Karn was nothing more than a clone of his genetic father, the seriously injured kind.

But years of combat experience made it hard for Karn not to remain wary, not only because he knew he needed to take any opponent seriously, but also because he had heard a little bit about the Black Army.

It says that the clone of Horus easily killed the veterans of the Eternal War who fired at him.

This shows that even if it is a clone of the original body, the combat effectiveness level is still the original body, although it may be a little worse than the main body...... But for the people under the original body, there is no point, only whether they can or cannot fight, and whether they will or will not die in the hands of the original body.

"You're hopeless, Karn." Clone Angron thought to himself.

Karn couldn't hear this, but instead of attacking, he stood still, as if in a daze.

Karn realized that the strange ability of the Father of Gene Cloning had increased in front of him, and that the anger he had gathered for thousands of years was being pulled away, and that the degree of enhancement was very small, but it was still increasing.

Thinking of the banishment of the Father of the Ascension Gene, Karn wondered if the clone in front of him was performing some strange ritual to capture or gain some special powers.

The anger of being pulled away wasn't enough to calm Karn completely, but for the former World Eater warrior who had beaten the Butcher's Nail, even a hundred percent anger drop to ninety-five percent was enough to change his mindset slightly.

"The duel begins."

After thinking about it, Karn decided not to think anymore, and prepared to cut off the head of the fake in front of him and sacrifice it to the god of blood.

The speed of the Divine Chosen of Torture was astonishingly fast, and in an instant, he came to Anglon's back, and the large axe in his hand approached the bottom half of Anglon's bloody face in the blink of an eye.

But when the blade of the axe was less than a millimeter away from the flesh, Karn was shocked to realize that the Father of the Clone Gene had already reacted, and his flesh reacted in the second moment, moving backwards and retracting the axe.

At the same moment, Angelon made a series of turns and attacks in less than a breath, and the chain axe and Karn's neck were almost pressed together.

As Karn stepped back, the battle between the two ended for the time being.

Feeling a pain in his abdomen, Angelon looked down, instantly remembering what had happened after Karn had retreated—when he attacked, Karn nearly disemboweled himself with the swing of his axe as he retreated.

"You're just a fake that shouldn't be, Angelon!"

"Fake! A fake that appeared too late! ”

Karn suddenly went berserk, panting as heavily as an ox, adjusting the way he held his axe, as if searching for a weakness in front of the Father of the Clone Genes.

Just now, he was at ease.

"Why can't you just be made by a normal guy sooner and replace that madman sooner!"

"You damn fake! What's the use of you showing up now? ”

With that, Karn suddenly rushed forward, and after a quick and astonishing brief encounter with Clone Angron, he left the tired and weakened Clone Gene Father with another deep and bone-deep wound on his body.

Lothara looked at Karn's performance and listened to Karn's words, feeling a little incredible.

If there was anyone who was the most inseparable from Angelon, it was Karn.

This loyalty and paranoia of Karn led even the entire Legion astray.

But what Lotara didn't know was that Karn was actually a man of understanding.

Just as 10,000 years ago, when asked by a friend of the Whisperer Legion about the value and significance of your World Eater Primordial Being, Karn told his friend: Yes, I understand that our Primordial is hopeless, but we are just like your Whisperers and your genetic father, Loga...... The Father of Genes...... You can't just leave it alone, right?

Lothara had been with Thorax for too long, and if she had been working for Karn, she would have discovered that everything Karn had done after his allegiance to the Blood God had a purpose, just as he had prevented the World Eater from re-legging.

"I declare that today is the death date of your fake! In a glorious gladiatorial fight! I'll kill you! Karn roared and pounced on the clone again, and instead of slashing like a mad dog, he patiently attacked and dodged, as if to stall for time.

Clone Angelon's arm was lost in the last battle with the demon itself, and he did not heal, and the Thunder Warrior armor never detected the wearer's body as having the Thunder Warrior's organs used to connect to the armor, let alone detect the wearer's injuries and autometric.

The bleeding severed arm wounds, the injuries sustained in the brutal battle with the main body, all of this caused the clone to lose his vitality, but even then it was not easy to consume the original clone.

While Karn was concentrating on his battle with the Father of the Clone Gene, Lotara, in the form of a mechic soul, sensed something.

The blood-colored clouds over the land gradually dispersed, and a golden light fell from the sky.

Several angels with white wings descended from the sky in circles, and swooping down from them was a living saint with golden light.

"Karn!"

The sound of Lotara's reminder rang out at the same time as the roar of the Living Saint falling from the sky and smashing down like a meteorite on Karn's location.

(End of chapter)