Moore hates the demons and monsters of the subspace, there's no doubt about that.

But he can't ignore those key pieces of information just because of his own preferences, and doing so is not the way to win.

What are these whisperers talking about in front of him, the demons of the Supreme Heaven are interested in him, and they have also reserved a place for him there

Being able to be valued by the enemy speaks volumes about his worth.

Moore was happy about it.

It's just very obvious that the reason why Chaos is so arranged is for Wei Mu.

If you want to hurt someone, you don't have to target that person yourself, you can also start from the things around him.

If a Mohr with horns on his head and a tail behind him appeared in front of Wei Mu's eyes, no matter how open-minded the latter's mentality was, he would still taste the bitterness.

"I'm sorry, I'm past that age, and if your suggestion had been made before I was twelve, I'd probably consider it."

Moore clenched the power sword in both hands, took a big step forward, and stabbed straight at the target in front of him at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

After seeing the true face of Chaos, unless Mohr is in a bad mind, he will choose to go along with these guys.

And these chaos gods are really idle and have nothing to do, obviously there are so many devout believers under their command waiting to be promoted, but they still think about those souls who are against them every day, thinking about how to force women from good families to become prostitutes.

Sure enough, what you can't get is always in turmoil.

"This matter is not up to you, the will of the dark gods cannot be disobeyed."

Corrado successfully blocked the oncoming sword attack with a warhammer, and gave a backhand claw to Moll to return the color.

The counterattack from the High Priest was too swift, and Moore didn't have time to dodge for a while, and the armor on his chest was torn out four scratches by the power claw.

"They will pour power into your whole body, sublimate your soul, and after tasting that wonderful taste, you will naturally become one of us."

Cordardo didn't intend to give Moore a chance to breathe, and continued to take advantage of the momentum to pursue, smashing his head and covering his face.

The Dark Angel dodged sideways, sending the hammer to the ground. The metal floor was distorted and distorted by the force like an empty can that had been crushed.

Immediately afterward, the High Priest unleashed a sweeping attack with his power claw, the tip of which almost touched Moore's body.

The constantly swinging blade was wrapped in a thick subspace force, dangerous and deadly, and the alloy bracket that was unfortunately involved in the attack range next to it was broken by the waist and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Don't you feel tempted by such power, Dark Angel?"

Corrado flaunts the gifts bestowed upon him by the power of destruction, like a cat playing with mice.

When people are vulnerable and helpless, it is easier to sell their souls.

"That's not real power."

Moore had learned a lot about Chaos, and knew that he could resist ordinary chaos with strong willpower.

But if you are forcibly empowered by the power of chaos in the case of your own vulnerability, and there is no big guy by your side to help you, there is still a risk of being corrupted.

He didn't know if the Emperor's eyes were on him in this dark and evil realm, so the only way to win was in front of Mor.

Caliban, the former home planet of the Dark Angels, is a standard world of death, a planet heavily influenced by subspace, covered with vast forests and inhabited by many terrifying "behemoths".

In order to fight against those horrors, the people living in the Caliban formed the "Knights", the military organization "Knights", which is the predecessor of the Dark Angels.

In a way, Dark Angel's Caliban swordsmanship is specifically designed to fight against those "behemoths", and it is a little less interesting to use it against people.

And this kind of one-on-one heads-up combat is undoubtedly the area that gladiators are best at.

More never forgot the three axes Karn had given him.

If it weren't for Wei Mu's bad intentions, he would have almost been sent away directly by the Blood God Champion.

Strong, violent, and unstoppable.

Even as an opponent, Moore has to admit that that guy does have the strength to "cut through the galaxy".

And in the face of such a formidable enemy, Moore could not always count on those bad ideas of opportunistic cuts.

If the sadistic whims had personally backed up Karn's counter, the data clearance plan would have become a non-threatening threat.

He must find a way to contend with the Sadistic Chosen to ensure that he doesn't get beaten down like he did last time.

So after a long period of meditation and practice, Moore succeeded in realizing his own set of moves on the basis of Karn's three axes.

The same three attacks full of explosive power, the price paid was to completely sacrifice their own safety.

He communicated with the people around him, and felt that the effect was not bad.

However, Wei Mu's reaction after learning about this incident was very strange, shouting something in his mouth, learning the thirty-six axes of Tiangang in his dream, and getting the three axes is a master tester and the like, it is really incomprehensible.

Anyway, it seems like a good thing?

"Let's call it a sweep!"

Wei Mu gave the three tricks a name.

Moore didn't care about that, as long as the moves worked.

And this moment was the best time for him to test the results of his cultivation.

"If that's not real power, then what's the point of you running around?"

Corrado swung his hammer one after another, constantly chasing after his dodging target.

Walls are smashed through, equipment is kicked to pieces, and it feels overwhelming.

"Since you want to see my power," Moore swept out his sword and forced the High Priest back, "Then don't regret it." ”

The Dark Angel, who had temporarily stabilized his position, took a deep breath and expanded his chest to the extreme, his gaze staring directly at the enemy in front of him, his spirit concentrated at an unprecedented height.

Then, in the face of the Whisperer Priest, who continued to pursue, his extremely relaxed body suddenly tensed, like an arrow that had been released.

Moore slashed with all his sword in a posture of breaking the cauldron and slashing through it with all his might.

It was such a heavy blow, so fast that it was hard to catch with the naked eye.

Seeing this, Corrado quickly and instinctively raised his hammer to resist, but his arm was shaken by the powerful impact.

The dark angel in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed people, exuding an unimaginable rage.

Moore's attack did not stop, followed by a second sword.

This time, the swing was even heavier, like a crushing mountain.

The High Priest was completely overwhelmed, and for a moment lost sensation in his limbs, forcing the Warhammer to break free and roll to the ground with a thud.

"How is this possible!"

Corrado's eyes widened, completely unable to accept that the person in front of him was superior in strength to him as a servant of the true god, and a panic began to spread within him.

Finally, the third sword, carrying a thick aura of death, pierced the air and roared.

Corrado could only hastily resist with his power claws.

However, as a result, his entire arm was severed by a sword, and the pain caused by the dismemberment caused the High Priest to let out a wordless scream.

"Is this the fate you encountered, traitor?"

Moore kicked the High Priest to the ground.

Corrado's horns snapped and his helmet rolled off, revealing an ugly face hidden underneath.

(End of chapter)