Due to the continuous erosion of chaotic energy, the network channel is inevitably affected.

A large number of pink sarcomas began to grow out of thin air, as if the entire space had become the stomach of a beast.

All sorts of tentacles and mouthparts surged from the flesh, swaying wildly, and the inexplicable slime on them continued to evaporate into the air.

People inevitably ingest these aromas in the process of breathing, the nervous system is stimulated, dopamine is secreted in large quantities, and the wonderful feeling is so addictive.

And when they look at the distorted objects again in a trance, their unique shape gradually arouses the dirtiest desires in people's hearts.

It's like carnivorous plants hunting insects with their aroma.

Once mortals are caught by those tentacles and mouthparts, they are dragged inside the sarcoma and become part of that twisted creation.

Spiritually seduced, they do not resist it, but are immersed in boundless pleasure, and do not realize the horror of the matter until the moment of death, but by then it is too late to regret it.

"Stay calm, don't be fooled by these things!"

Fugen wielded the Seiko Power Sword in his hand and slashed off the head of a demon with a thunderous force.

The sound of the original body contains an uplifting power.

As long as you look at that perfect figure and follow his steps closely, the soldiers around you seem to have infinite strength, enough to resist any temptation from the darkness.

"Fighting side by side with the father of his own genes, who would have thought that there would be such a day."

Roland, the leader of the Sons of the Phoenix, muttered to himself as he dealt with the Chaos Egg that was attacking him in a frenzy.

For the starmarines of their warband, it's like stepping into the myth and legend.

Four hundred Primordial Astartes are rallying around Fogen, clearing the Chaos enemy from the flanks of the coalition forces in a swift and efficient manner.

"But brother, we've been told that the father of our genes is Roger Dorn, and that the name of the nine primordials doesn't have Vogrim, it sounds more like the name of a demon."

Think Tank Master Layton split a Slaanesh in half with a chainsaw sword, demonic blood splattered with his pure, ornate power armor.

Faith is as important to Space Marines as breathing, and even more so to the question of one's roots.

However, everything that happened to the Son of the Phoenix was so hazy and vague that even if he sought the truth, he could not get answers.

There seems to be something hidden at the top.

Concerning Fugen, Wei Mu only told Roland, who was the leader of the war group, and the other sons of the phoenix still didn't know anything about it.

"Then do you think this man looks like a demon?"

The battle group leader who learned the truth didn't think that now was the time to confess everything to everyone, and the too bizarre development of events made him unable to find any good way to deal with it, so he could only try to calm everyone's emotions first.

On the battlefield, he pulled out the plasma gun at his waist and slammed off the right shoulder of the Chaos Egg, and then swung his power sword and slashed at the enemy's left.

The twisted monster didn't know the pain, and its strength didn't weaken in the slightest, and the arm made of sarcoma collided violently with the power sword, and the battle leader was shocked and numb.

Taking advantage of the wrestling, Layton quickly circled behind the Chaos Egg and stabbed the engine-roaring chainsaw sword straight into the enemy's unsuspecting spine.

The rapidly vibrating single-molecule sawtooth sliced through the misshapen mass of flesh, and a large amount of blood splattered out.

The Think Tank grew out and continued to exert his power on the Chainsaw Sword until it completely tore the enemy in half, and the massive body fell with a bang.

The tacit cooperation between the two allowed them to successfully kill the extremely threatening Chaos Egg without much effort.

However, when they turned around, they found that the same enemy was already lying in a heap on the ground.

"Are you two alright?"

As the culprit, Fugen shook off the blood stains on the power sword, and then checked the situation of his heirs with concern.

War is not child's play, and casualties are inevitable.

But if he takes out the most threatening enemy, his companions should have a much better chance of survival.

"Of course, my lord, we could do this kind of work all day without stopping." Rowland nodded.

"Very reliable statement, war commander, the enemy will continue to pounce, and our task is to hold this direction for the coalition forces." Fugen casually took off his helmet and smiled at his children, then set his eyes on the target he was trying to protect, "He's big, isn't he?" ”

Aisha in the cage can reach more than four meters tall even when she sits on her knees, and is estimated to reach more than ten meters if she stands up.

The nine Phoenix Lords carried Him with the spiritual energy of their whole bodies, and it was very difficult to walk step by step.

"I've heard that the size of the gods can change at will, and the laws of physics don't work on them." Layton, the director of the think tank, replied.

As one of the few Star Marines with strong religious elements, the Son of the Phoenix, who likes to light candles on his body, is very interested in theology.

"One of my brothers once said that even if humanity develops into an interstellar civilization, it will be shocked by its size." Fugen suddenly remembered something from the past.

"Force equals mass multiplied by acceleration, and the larger the individual, the more massive and powerful it is, this is just the most primitive basis for judgment, and there is nothing surprising - even with the continuous development of civilization, human beings have mastered many complex powers, and the primitive instincts carved into the depths of our genes have not been abandoned." Captain Roland said.

"Yes, especially when the man who said it was the shortest of our brothers, and it was not surprising." Fogen said with a smile.

"Forgive me for my presumptuousness, sir, I don't understand why you say this, is there any deep meaning?" Think Tank Director Layton asked curiously.

"Meaning? No, no, I'm just sharing some of my past with my lovely offspring, I hope you don't mind. Fogen waved his hand.

"Well, that's fine, but if you could, my lord, I'd like you to call us something else than cute." Layton said seriously.

"If that's true, I'll only find this term more and more suitable for you." Fugan smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Layton seemed to want to say something more, but the enemy appeared again in the fog of the tunnel.

The Slaanesh demon army howled wildly, and another offensive was about to strike.

"Alright, the chatting time is over, let's continue to entertain our guests!"

With that, Fugen put his helmet back on and took the lead in charging at the demon.

The gorgeous and deadly swordplay swept across the battlefield, leaving only corpses everywhere it passed.

Roland leaned over to the head of the think tank and said slowly, "What is your answer to the question just now?" ”

Looking at Fogen's fighting stance, Layton spoke directly about his inner feelings: "I feel like I'm going to do everything for him. ”

He didn't know what kind of magic he had fallen into.

There are so many mysteries that need to be determined.

Thinking about the extremely scary questions, all kinds of unsettling details.

But he trusted and loved the self-proclaimed father from the bottom of his heart.

"In that case, try to protect him." Rowland reminded.

"He doesn't seem to need our protection, brother, look at his strength, he's so powerful." Layton marveled at the Purple Phoenix's exquisite swordsmanship, as if he were enjoying a gorgeous artistic performance.

"But the threat he faces is no less significant." The battle leader said solemnly.

"Threats? What threat? Layton frowned, realizing that the problem was not simple.

"Actually, he"

Just as Roland was about to open his mouth to explain, a strange voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

(End of chapter)