For the sudden appearance of the figure, everyone present was stunned.

They couldn't help but focus their eyes on the man, and the originally chaotic battlefield was eerily quiet for a while.

A tall and strong warrior with a flawless countenance.

The new steel power armor was dyed with a bewitching violet, and the blade in his hand emitted a cold silver glow.

It was like a myth and legend that came out of an epic picture, deeply shocking the hearts of everyone present.

Because the conditions are really a bit rudimentary, Fogen can only get to the point where he is now, and if he is given more time and resources, he can completely build a better set of equipment.

On top of that, and more importantly, the former Third Legion had special permission from the Lord of Humanity to wear the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle as an ornament on their armor.

However, the emperor's sons turned their backs on the empire and eventually failed to live up to this honor.

So when creating this temporary armor, Fugen regretted not to add the double-headed eagle, although he very much hoped that the glory of the empire would be with him.

Perhaps one day, the phoenixes will complete their atonement and regain this qualification from the Lord of Mankind,

Perhaps, as Fabius Bair had predicted, Cloning Fogen could not help his children to return to normalcy.

Who knows the real outcome?

Now, at least, Vogrim was able to send chills out of his enemies.

There will be many traitors and heretics who will be forced to accept the death that He has given.

Purple Phoenix quickly notices Chuck's presence, and the Chaos Lord is the most polluted of these traitors in subspace.

The distance between them was about twenty meters, and Chuck's battle axe was raised high, and the weeper leader was prostrate beneath him, like a lamb to the slaughter.

No one could have saved Foros, if Chuck had gambled on killing him.

However, even though the Butcher's Nail pricked Chuck's nerves, the Chaos Lord still had a feeling in his darkness - as long as he swung his battle axe, the next moment, he would be killed by the man in front of him.

He was well aware that the shadow of death had loomed over his head.

It's just that the instinct to perceive danger doesn't make Chuck flinch, on the contrary, the huge crisis makes the butcher's nail in his mind buzz, and even enters a state of overload.

The fury of the dark tech creations filled every neuron of his brain, and the subspace energy of the transitory activity caused his body temperature to rise dramatically.

The victim's blood, which had previously covered Chuck's body, began to evaporate in a manner that completely disobeyed the laws of physics, forming a thick mist of blood around him.

At this moment, the Chaos Lord's face was hideous, his eyes were torn, his mouth was spitting out white steam, and his body made a terrifying sound, like a demon king from hell, full of surging destructive power.

He let out a furious scream, and then turned into a red comet, smashing into the purple phoenix in front of him with irresistible absolute power.

The power that the abuse has given to its followers is suitable for the pacification of these "good things", and the removal of the head of the perfect person in front of him will surely greatly please the Blood God, if he can do it.

The confrontation between the two sides lasted only a short moment, and the speed was so fast that no one present could see the details.

By the time their brains reacted to the change in the scene before them, the Chaos Lord had been sliced open from the center.

The brutal body was split in two, and the powerful inertia dragged the remnants for more than ten meters before stopping, and the leaking blood and internal organs were smeared all over the ground, spreading a long trace of filth along the way.

Chuck's madness, along with his ambitions, was gently blown away like smoke.

And the author of it all still stands there.

Aside from a slight change in posture, it was not at all clear that he had just experienced a battle.

After this scene, everyone present realized that the warrior in front of them was an existence they could not understand, and it was impossible to fight against it.

He was able to judge the fate of all of them directly, single-handedly.

The rescued warband leader staggered up from the ground, still in a trance.

Foros stared at the gorgeous figure in the center of the battlefield with incredible eyes, unable to imagine what kind of path the Lord of Humanity had prepared for them in front of them.

"For the sake of the Emperor, kill those enemies of humanity!"

Fugen spoke, and the delicate voice suddenly spread throughout the battlefield.

It had been many years before he was finally qualified to say this to the Imperial soldiers around him.

The clone took the lead and rushed into the enemy group alone, like a purple storm.

All enemies who come near him are instantly crushed to pulp, and severed limbs and arms fly in all directions.

The Weepers were greatly encouraged by Fogen's prowess, and the Loyalists slew the enemy in front of them with an increasingly heroic attack.

At the same time, other friendly forces were arriving on the battlefield, and the traitors were hit in many ways, unable to break out of the siege and losing the opportunity to escape back to the pirate stronghold.

Soon, the enemy was brought to an end by the Imperial soldiers, and the protection of the dark gods did not help them become legends.

The noisy battlefield gradually quieted down, and only the occasional sound of replenishing guns could be heard, which was the soldiers using the bird divination to search for the life characteristics of the enemy's remnants to prevent the fish from slipping through the net.

This is still the finishing work that the commanders forcibly ordered the soldiers to do, otherwise all of them will be like stupid people, just standing in place stupidly, staring intently at the inexplicable strong man in the center.

Fugen felt a little overwhelmed for a moment by the eagerness, confusion, fascination, and joy that mortals and space marines threw at him.

Gradually, a wave of fear arose.

What would happen if they found out the truth?

Fogrem killed Ferus Marus and inflicted heavy damage on Robert Killiman.

He betrayed the emperor and destroyed the dreams of mankind.

Each of them is an irreparable mortal sin.

When these people realize this, they will be disgusted with themselves, calling themselves heretics, traitors, blasphemous and unclean, and even going out of their way to kill themselves - after all, even Clophogen himself is disgusted with what the Being does.

That was the guilt he had to bear, and no one could shield him from the deep malice in it.

However, the soldiers on the ground did not know those things at this time.

They were just intoxicated by the powerful power and aura of the clone, and felt the joy of having such a strong person on their side.

The two sides looked at each other in a daze, and a long, long time passed.

Until the head of the war, Rofors, strode forward and took the lead in making an Aquila salute to Forgen.

Only then did the others react and pay their respects to the original clones.

So much recognition and adoration.

Forgan looked at the past, and everywhere he could see was the infinite enthusiasm of the Imperial soldiers.

Before he knew it, a line of hot tears was running down the corners of his eyes.

Even if it's just for a while, Vogrim is willing to do whatever it takes to make these people's dreams a reality.

(End of chapter)