The Emperor's Sword is a dangerous and powerful psionic weapon.

It is the culmination of the scientific and subspace knowledge of the Lord of Mankind, and is the culmination of two realms.

The sword burns with crimson flames throughout, not only changing size according to the user's body, breaking through any sturdy armor, but also killing the living rather than banishing them completely.

Although the Emperor's Sword is no longer wielded by the Emperor himself, its existence is still as dangerous as a curse to demons.

Entering the portal of the Blackstone Fortress, the vanguard of the Imperial reinforcements and the demons roaming inside are in hand.

The swords of the two sides were combined, and the gunfire shook the sky, and the fight was difficult to solve for a while.

The chaos inside the network was beyond everyone's expectations.

The place that should have been empty seemed to be crowded with forces from all sides, and anyone who walked on that section would run into other people.

There are allies who are scattered and lost, and there are enemies who are doing something.

Without time to think too much, Killeman took a big step and met the hapless demons head-on.

He moved fast, like a sudden gust of strong wind, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand shone brightly, emitting dazzling red flames.

Ordinary demons began to disintegrate and dissipate even in the light of the divine flames, and only the most powerful were qualified to face this power.

Seeing this, the surrounding demon accomplices were horrified, and the fear of death, which had long been forgotten, was instantly awakened again.

They screamed loudly, and turned and fled in desperation, without the slightest hint of the arrogance they had before.

Killiman, on the other hand, led his heirs to a rush of slaughter, constantly devouring one evil thing after another with the sacred flames on the Emperor's Sword.

"Although Lord Regent's fighting posture seems invincible, why do I always have the feeling that he will lie down at any time - you stretcher team, uh, no, should be the honor guard, what a responsibility!"

Wei Mu rode his beloved small motorcycle, mingling in the middle of the Honor Guard, known as the forbidden army of the Second Empire.

As soon as his subconscious words came out, they immediately attracted a bunch of malicious eyes around him.

"Be careful, young man, I, Cato Sicarius warn you not to say such offensive words again, otherwise, I, Cato Sicarius will not continue to be polite to you!" The personal guard officer said solemnly.

It's just that this guy can be open-mouthed, if it were someone else, Sicarius would have asked for an honor duel with the other party.

Wei Mu just smiled at this, and didn't pay too much attention to it.

Then he let out another long sigh.

Killiman is down, and there are Honor Guards to help carry the stretcher, but if Fogen falls, what will happen then?

Although Wei Mu had made some preparations for this in advance, no one in this galaxy could guarantee that he could defeat a demon primordial 100%.

For today's plan, we can only take one step at a time.

"That's a good sword!"

At this time, Fugen was also chasing down the demons that had collapsed.

When he used the Seiko Power Sword in his hand to penetrate the demon's body and tear it into pieces, he could clearly feel that the other party's broken soul had fled into the subspace.

And he could only watch, and there was nothing he could do to stop him.

A hundred years later, or even less, that enemy will be resurrected again as a scourge that threatens the mortal world.

This is obviously not a good thing.

Having a weapon capable of completely obliterating the living can make this duel relatively fair.

"Do you want to try it?" Using the Emperor's Sword to kill the last enemy in his vision, Killiman asked subconsciously.

"Oh, of course, my father didn't like us touching his personal belongings very much." Fugen observed the Emperor's Sword in his brother's hand with interest, "And you know that I am also a master blacksmith at the pinnacle of skill, and I can help study the principle of that sword afterwards, anyway, I must have been involved in some incredible subspace secret." ”

Even if there is no way to mass produce it, after successful analysis, some low-profile versions should be able to make do with the gray knights.

In fact, although the Genoplasma contributed to the creation of the empire and were widely admired and loved by all mankind, they were actually only active for about two centuries, and most of them were still leading troops to fight.

As demigods far beyond mortals, if the primordials could devote their energy to technological inventions, it would be difficult to imagine what amazing achievements they could have achieved in the past 10,000 years.

"If you behave, I might agree to this offer."

Killiman slowly tucked the Emperor's Sword into its sheath.

He didn't say it directly, but had high expectations for getting along with this brother.

"Anyway, my father left me something? Could it be his glittering armor? Fogen wondered.

"Don't think about it, my father's Shinichi armor has been fused into badges and distributed to various meritorious warbands." Killiman waved his hand, "According to the official records, before a certain period, it should have been a fragment embedded in every set of Terminator armor, such as the right hand part obtained by the Dark Angel was broken down into thousands of pieces. ”

"What? A masterpiece of that magnitude, how can you say that it is integrated? "And one right hand melts into a thousand parts, so what can a small piece of something do?" ”

"Do you think that if it weren't for my father's own wishes, who would dare to make this decision privately?" Killyman replied lightly.

"And what about his shield?"

"I don't know where to go."

"The thing that claims to be the prototype of all the blasters?"

"Not left."

"And that big lightning claw."

Killiman gave his brother a blank look, as if to say that you are a traitor, so you have the confidence to share your father's inheritance?

I guess it's the addiction to those perfect and gorgeous things that I have committed again.

"Alright, boys, hurry up and clean up, there is a tougher battle ahead of us."

Ignoring the unscrupulous Fogen, Killiman beckoned his heir.

The Unyielding Expedition was still waiting for him to return to preside over the overall situation, and he didn't have time to delay here for too long.

The purple phoenix, which touched a gray nose, scratched her cheek, her expression slightly embarrassed.

It wasn't that he was really plotting anything, but that Fugen had a feeling that the demon was waiting for him in front of him.

The reason why he is staring at the legacy of the God Emperor, those excellent individual combat equipment, is just that Fugen hopes to increase his chances of victory in the next duel.

"Please bless me, father."

He said silently in his heart.

Then he kept up with Killiman as if nothing had happened.

(End of chapter)