The sealed room was silent.

That's why the snickering from the demons is particularly harsh and weird.

The words of the Demon Primordial Body were filled with a certain vicious force, making the people around them feel as if they were standing on the edge of the abyss, and if they were not careful, they would be dragged into it.

Once again, he was used as a bargaining chip, and Kronfugen felt very hurt by it.

No one should get used to this kind of thing.

Although he wanted to jump out of the darkness immediately and shout at the hypocrisy and depravity of the Demon Primordial Body, accusing the other party of the sins and atrocities, Fugen wanted to see how the Viyster would react to this, so he forcibly endured it.

"I think he's doing pretty well here, at least he's doing exemplary." Wei Mu replied lightly.

Of course he wasn't going to hand over Clone Fogen to this twisted pervert, he was just curious about what this guy was going to do for him.

"Oh, is it? So could you please describe his excellence in detail? ”

The Fallen was intrigued by this, as if it were himself who was about to receive the praise.

"He appeared on the battlefield in time, thwarted the enemy's plans for a counterattack, reduced the losses of our troops; He traveled from infirmary to infirmary, tending to the wounded and treating their wounds himself. He buried himself in the foundry, repairing and forging weapons and equipment, and the soldiers were very happy with it—for all of this, they were grateful and loved him, and they saluted him and blessed him, and his popularity in the community rose rapidly."

Vimu did not hesitate to boast about what he had done to clone the original body, but from the perspective that Vogrim least wanted - no outstanding work, all small things.

"Enough!"

The Demon Primordial interrupted him with a remark, his tone full of coldness.

However, he quickly regained his relaxed and easy-going form, and continued: "I have enough understanding of his innocence and naivety, and it seems that I still need to guide him back to the right path." ”

Even Vogrim had to admit Beyer's methods.

The clone's actions made it seem like the Demon Primordial had seen itself as it had been.

"Guide him back to the right path? Like the same demon who lured you to fall in the first place? Wei Mu tried to ask, "I heard that the process is not very harmonious, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word [close to perfection]. ”

"It dispelled the lies made up by my father and revealed to me the truth of the universe, little one, resistance at first is a normal reaction, after all, it is difficult for mortals to understand such great powers, but once you can sublimate from them, you will have a new vision - you will find that what you are fighting for at the moment is actually more insignificant than a speck of dust, and the care bestowed by the dark gods is the true treasure to be relied on and proclaimed."

Fogrem described the path to ascension to Vimu as if he were recommending a delicious dish.

Although he also knows that if he does not step into it himself, the person concerned will never be able to imagine the beauty in it, but will feel afraid because of his own insignificance.

However, as soon as that threshold is crossed, anyone becomes unable to extricate themselves - so that should be the way humans are.

Just like after the advent of the era of the internal combustion engine, no one will want to return to the age of steam.

This progress, this perfection.

"Are you sure?" Wei Mu narrowed his eyes, "What person in their right mind would want to be that disgusting and twisted thing?" ”

"You can't help him, little one, he's my clone, a part of me, and when the power of the Prince of Darkness descends on him, he's bound to follow the same path as me, there's no doubt about that, I'm just afraid that before that day comes, he'll die at the hands of someone else, and that won't be fun." Demon Primordial said with a smile.

He directly pronounced the fate of Clone Fogen.

In a way, he does have that qualification.

"I certainly can't fully understand your mind." Wei Mu touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "But listen carefully to your description, and the information I've read about you - you look more like you've fallen into a helpless situation of self-abandonment after some complete failure, and was eventually picked up by some [kind] Chaos Evil God, and he stuffed something else. ”

"What did you say!" The words of the Demon Primordial were filled with darkness and anger.

He shouldn't have lost his temper because of this, if Wei Mu was just deliberately making up these lies to provoke him.

However, he could clearly feel that Wei Mu really looked at him like this.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the edge.

He, Fogham, the genetic prototype of the Emperor's Son, the perfect purple phoenix, was actually just a desperate loser in the eyes of the kid in front of him.

"Isn't it?" Wei Mu asked rhetorically, "Although the original body of Fogrem is a worker, he has seen all the human states of the people at the bottom, and those mortals are struggling because of trivial matters. But have you ever thought that your experience so far is really just an amplified version of them? For example, someone chooses to work for a black-hearted capitalist in order to obtain profit or a chance to survive, and someone chooses to sell himself to the evil god of chaos in order to gain inner solace or unbridled power? ”

"Of course it's different!" Fogham exclaimed, "I'm blessed, I'm more perfect!" ”

"And what if you put aside the aura of the original body?" Vimu asked, "If there is such a person, who is also a genetic protogen, and he wants to reach your current [height], what should he do?" ”

Wei Mu paused for a moment and continued.

"Of course he doesn't need to make any effort, he just needs to give his soul to the dark gods."

"It's not easy to achieve great things, but everyone can do this kind of thing as lying down and dying, as long as they want to."

"Take a closer look at you traitors who have taken refuge in the four gods!"

"Angelon, the slave of the Butcher's Spike, the unconscious, fully automatic head chopper, even the anger that drives him to act is false."

"Motarian, who was originally led into the trap of Nurgle by Typhons, chose to surrender in order to prevent his legion from being tortured in every way."

"And Magnus, the reason for the chaos is to prevent the Thousand Sons Legion from being wiped out by the Space Wolves, and its soul was smashed to pieces in the battle with Ruth, and the wizards of the Thousand Sons collected it again, and the biggest one is the current Scarlet King."

"You so-called genetic protogens who have embarked on the path to elevation look like they were forced to sell themselves after a failure, and I don't see any [improvement] or [progress] in it."

"On the other hand, our great regent, Lord Killiman, after seeing the decline and decay of the Empire, after the collapse of dreams and reason, and after realizing that the Emperor is only using him for the truth, he resolutely took on everything of the entire race and continued to open up a way forward for mankind - this was originally his choice, so his will will not be shaken by the change of external objects."

"Can you do that, Fogreem?"

"Don't mention that guy to me, I almost killed him." The demonic primordial's voice trembled.

"But after 10,000 years, he has returned, and has cleaned up Motarian, and you may have heard about what happened in the Garden of Nurgle, who gave the Garden of the Plague God a hard sword, and the latter could only hide in the black room and tremble."

"He even brought a new kind of Space Marine, and things began to change for the better in all aspects of the Empire after his return."

"It sounds more like progress, near perfection."

"As for you, Fogream, what great accomplishments have you done in the past ten thousand years, in addition to spending every day in the Palace of Pleasure?"

"You can't even convince your own heirs."

"If my data is correct, the Emperor's Son should be the one with the largest number of loyalists among the major traitor legions."

"They are more noble than you!"

(End of chapter)