Without warning, the evil laughter spread throughout the battlefield.

Crazy and cunning, weird and eerie, with a strong sense of malice.

Everyone in the coalition shuddered at this.

It's as if you've been targeted by a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, and it may come out at any time and bite someone, killing the victim.

Killeman recognized the voice, an old wound on his neck aching.

And when he met with Fogen, he had never had a similar reaction.

There's no mistake, the demon must be coming.

Sharahi Demon, who was fighting against Killiman, smiled happily as if he had already pronounced the Coalition's defeat.

"I'm ready to taste your pain, Robert Killiman—the pain of watching my brother fall into darkness again!"

Slaanesh's number one hunter stared greedily at the genoplasm in front of him, and the mighty demigod looked to it like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"You won't succeed, demon, you and your perverted master can only taste the bitter fruit of defeat with me, and nothing else!"

Killiman swung the Emperor's sword, and the force of the smash became heavier than before.

But Charahi dodges and moves with ease, and the bright spear is the key point that threatens the original body at all times.

"What the hell is that?"

Compared to other Space Marines of the Children of the Phoenix, the Think Tank Chief, who is a psyker, is more aware of the horror of the enemy.

Leiden felt a deep aversion to his genes, as if his soul itself had been polluted by the impurities brought by the other party.

"Demon Primordial Fogham, the fallen side of our genetic father."

Roland replied to his companion in a deep voice, the power sword in his hand inadvertently tightened by his grip.

"Demons. Original? ”

Layton's eyes widened, and his violet pupils contracted.

"It's not just him, but among the enemies that come our depravity."

Roland stared at the white mist in front of him, and the movement coming from it was terrifying.

There was no time to explain more, and in the next moment, countless Star Marines, the sons of the Emperor, suddenly came out of it.

"All fire, kill them, for the emperor!"

The commander of the war group shouted, and the soldiers hurriedly fought back.

The think tank leader raised the weapon in his hand and met the opponent's sword.

Thinking that it was just a bunch of chaos traitors, Layton didn't pay much attention to it at first, but in the short course of the fight, he was shocked by the enemy in front of him - because the swordsmanship used by the other party was actually related to theirs.

Not only the swordsmanship, but also the paint style on the power armor, the group of enemies in front of them seemed to be some evil version of their warband.

"I didn't expect that guy Killiman to secretly use our genetic seeds, so it's just right, killing you can add a wave of manpower."

Even the enemy was a little surprised by this, and the face had already been distorted by the power of chaos to an inhuman, and a look of surprise appeared on its pale and deformed face.

"This, I. How is this possible! ”

After the exchange with the warlord and the various signs he had shown before, Layton realized that what the other party said was most likely true, and the genetic seeds used by the Son of the Phoenix came from the mutinous side.

And the thought that the disgusting monster in front of him was likely to have the same root as himself, and the think tank director felt furious in his heart.

"Or if you take the initiative to submit and accept the glory of the Lord of Pleasure, I will be able to spare your life!"

It's been too long since the galaxy has had such fun to lure loyal compatriots to the downfall, and the son of the emperor on the other side let out a whimsical laugh.

"Impossible, we are noble emperor angels, and we will never be reduced to the slaves of demons and evil spirits, and we will be reduced to a disgusting posture like you."

Layton roared loudly, and the chainsaw sword in his hand roared violently.

"Impossible?" Hearing this, the Emperor's Son laughed wildly, "Even the Primordial itself will indulge in such darkness, how can you recruits resist it?" What is the power of the original casting? ”

"No, he didn't give in, he's still fighting, listen to the screams coming from all around, your accomplices are being slaughtered by him!"

Layton fought with all his might, and the power armor on his body buzzed from overload.

"What a pathetic junior, that guy is just an impostor, and you see him as a hope for salvation."

The Emperor's Son sneered insolently, and an unknown potion was injected into his body through the pipes on the power armor, making his fighting skills and mental state even more insane.

"And the real Primordial will crush your ridiculous hope, just as I am about to crush you."

The drugged Chaos Space Marines pounced on the Think Tank Chief again with a swift attack.

Betting on the future of the entire faction, the two sides engaged in a battle to the death.

On the other side, Fugen charged ahead, and had already raised his sword to cut down more than a dozen emperors' sons.

But the real enemy, his fallen nature, has not yet appeared.

"Coward, don't let them continue to die, if you still have any value as an intelligent creature, stand up to me personally!" He shouted at the white fog around him, the other party must be nearby.

"Why, are you feeling sorry for them, my pity for the weak and helpless fake?" The vicious words came, but the owner of the voice still did not appear, "They are my slaves, and it should be their honor to die for me." ”

"So you recently went to Peturabo to talk about how to treat your children? Despising life is not a tradition for the sons of emperors. Fugen looked around, trying to find any trace of the other party.

"I don't need to learn anyone, I'm just perfect, I can do whatever I want!" The demonic primordial's voice was filled with anger, and the entire network seemed to be shaking because of it.

Fogrem had fallen so deeply that he had long since disdained to suppress or hide his emotions.

"Well, perfect man, if you wish to make me feel pain by degrading the children around me, then I advise you to give up this plan, they are definitely much stronger than you think." Fogen reminded.

It's not just that the power of the original forged is better able to fight against chaos and corruption, but after these days of getting along, Fugen knows that the members of the Sons of the Phoenix are a group of noble and loyal warriors, no less than the loyal emperors who defied the fallen original body back then.

"Even if that were the case, I could have killed them, in front of you—helplessly watching my own heirs being slaughtered one by one, and I was looking forward to what kind of expression would appear on your face then." The Demon Primordial Monster laughed.

"They're brave children, and it's a privilege for them to be able to face such evil—and we're pretty much the same in that regard." Fugen said indifferently.

It seems to be about the same, but in fact it is very different.

"Stupid, disgusting!" Knowing that the other party was insinuating and mocking himself, Fogrem scolded again, "I hope that when I go to see Gilliman by the throat like a marionette, you can continue to flamm!" ”

The Demon Primordial finally revealed its form, and darkness that almost condensed into substance emanated from his body.

(End of chapter)