"Who are you to judge me, you're just an imperfect copy!" "Don't think that you can read my will because you were born in your own blood!" ”

The purple phoenix was haughty, as always, at least in his own opinion, and could not tolerate an imposter making irresponsible remarks about him.

"And what about Ferus?" Cloned Fogen asked, "Our brother, our once best friend, will what you do be approved of by him?" ”

Bair had told him about cloning Ferrus, which was the origin of the old Chinese medicine doctor's project to clone the original body.

The death of Ferus Malus was an eternal pain in Forgrim's heart, a void in his soul that could only be filled with the boundless shadow of the Prince of Darkness.

While on the Star Ivan V, during the duel between the two primordials, Vogrim was manipulated by a demon, and he was a trapped prisoner, which is why he made a big mistake and killed his most cherished best friend.

He had to tell Ferus this, hoping that his actions would be forgiven, and that he would continue to receive care and love from Ferus.

So he needs a perfect Ferus to offer a perfect apology to the other side.

However, each of Ferus's clones expressed loyalty to the Emperor and a deep dislike for Fogham's current state.

Again and again, Vogrim interacted with the shoddy copies, only to have to kill them again and again.

Until one time, for some unknown reason, the clone actually attracted the noble soul of Ferrus, and the Father of Steel manipulated the mutilated body and tried his best to save the fallen purple phoenix.

And Vogrim thought he was just another inferior product, so he ruthlessly broke the other party's neck again.

It wasn't until the noble soul left the body and let out a wail of grief at not being able to save his best friend that Fogrem realized that he had killed his brother again.

The longed-for opportunity was in front of him, but he buried it with his own hands, and the sorrow of Vogrim from repeating the mistake was so strong that even the god who ruled over grief and joy could not turn it into pleasure for a moment.

But in the end, the black shadow struck again, still filling in the wounds on the soul.

The failed Vogrim could only forcibly deceive himself, and it was not Ferus himself, and everything was to blame for Bayer's imperfect cloning technology.

However, after this, the Demon Primordial gave a new order - to clone a distorted Ferus instead of a perfect copy.

It's more difficult than striving for perfection.

It took weeks for Bair to barely make the distorted clone look too weird.

With some trepidation, he sent his results over, and then he was recognized by the original body for the first time.

Ferus, with his twisted flesh and his clumsy iron hand, understood what Forgrim had done, understood the truth about Subspace and their hypocritical father, and regretted that he had not been able to join the great cause of the Warlord.

He knew that Fogham was willing to live and die with him, and he was willing to do the same for Foggrim in turn.

What's more, he looked at Forgrim's mercury eyes with nothing but understanding and love.

And Fogrem is willing to endure this imperfection, as long as he can have the love from Ferus Manus again.

Even if the love comes from a false and distorted replica, even if it is just a dove to quench your thirst.

However, there will always be a day when the fake will be broken, and Clone Fugen can expose the old bottom of the demonic original.

"I don't care about that anymore!" Fogrem said dismissively.

"You still care." "You've just been blinded by the forces of chaos, and you've fallen deeper and deeper into your own lies, so that you've lost even the most basic judgment. ”

That friendship was more valuable than anything else, and how could Vogrim give it up.

"Shut up, my spirit has already been sublimated, and these trivial things you said mean nothing to me!" The Demon Primordial retorted.

"Really?" "You think you're free from the low-level tastes, and you're no longer distracted by the low-level and uninteresting [trivia], but is that really the case?" ”

"Grief can't affect you, and you lose the ability to feel grief, which are two completely different things."

"It's like when you can't pick up a coin on the ground because you lost your hands, and you deceive yourself that picking up a coin from the ground is an act of self-surrender as a relief for your incompetence."

"Fogham's heart has long been empty, there is nothing of his own, whether it is joy or sorrow, glory or career, this is the most true appearance of you today."

Clone Fugen kept reminding the deity that those sonorous words could not be ignored, and the demon primordial only felt that his heart had been hollowed out again and again, and it was quickly filled.

He tried to make sense of what was wrong, but the power of the Lord of Pleasure kept interfering with him.

This scene reminded Vimu of the episode where Horus was injured by the Wolf King with the Bacchus Spear.

The Primordial Body's own will was not so, but the power from the dark gods largely blinded his mind.

This is not a problem that can be solved by opening the other person's mind, and Forgrim's soul is firmly in the hands of Slaanesh.

To end this, it takes a battle involving souls.

"Maybe Ferus will be on his side." Wei Mu on the side smiled and said, "Maybe one day, in the eyes of the people of the empire, he will become radiant and shine brighter than the stars—he will do better than you as the deity." ”

If it had been before, Fogham would have regarded it as a stupid joke and had seen the delusion of naivety as a fun amusement.

And now, he felt a crisis that he had never felt before.

He realized that the dark gods were looking forward to this showdown.

A noble forgery and a depraved deity.

The outcome of the duel between them will not only affect their own fate, but also shake the future of the entire human race.

"I will kill you, kill all of you, take your souls, and torture you for eternity." "As for you, my little replica, I will tear apart that childishness in your heart and shape you into a more ornate posture with my own hands." ”

Regardless, the Demon Primordial has a power far beyond that of a clone.

He can't solve the problem, but he can forcibly erase the unpleasantness.

"And I will help you free yourself from this terrible fate, just as Ferus expected."

Clone Fugen stepped forward and gently stroked the demon host who was being lifted high, as if he were caressing the face of the demon primordial himself.

Fogrem could not bear this pity from the inferior product, and let out a terrible wail.

(End of chapter)