The demon's posture is changeable and disordered, just like the subspace itself.

As a result, they are able to easily change their appearance and size.

Vogrim emerged from the fog of the web—as he had been as a human.

Her long silver-white hair and beautiful face are complemented by her violet eyes, which shine like stars.

Aside from his overly bizarre temperament, his appearance is almost identical to that of a clone, and even the weapons and power armor he wears are vividly imitated.

"So you've been hiding in the shadows for so long, just to do this kind of boring thing?" Fugen sighed helplessly.

In the past, although he also liked to talk about pomp and play tricks, he knew how to distinguish the occasion and knew which was more important.

"Don't you think it's quite dramatic?" The Demon Primordial said with a smile.

In Foggrim's view, all that happened in the network was nothing more than a stage for the magnificent show he was about to dedicate, with indulgence and presumptuousness at the core, and everything else had to be relegated.

It's such an important battle, but it's just for the sake of drama.

The ontology, which has been completely reduced to a slave to hedonism, is very disappointing to Fugen.

"Let's get this over quickly."

Without further ado, he quickly rushed forward and slashed the power sword at the opposite body.

"Is it necessary to be in such a hurry?" As if mirrored, Vogrim replied with the same gesture, "It's not easy for us to officially meet, why don't we have more fun?" ”

"Rather than slashing with the perverted version of myself here, I would rather spend more time with those lovely children."

Fugen swung his sword again, and the silver-white blade slashed out a gorgeous whirl in the air, and the purple phoenix's superb swordsmanship looked as elegant as art.

"Then you have to cherish the time now, after all, there will never be this opportunity again."

Obviously the same movements made by people with the same appearance, the swordsmanship of the demon original body contains indescribable weirdness, and it gives people a sense of yin and evil between their gestures.

"Really?" "Tell me, Folgrim, then, how long did it take for you to get acquainted with your human body again for the sake of this so-called drama?" ”

In just a few seconds, the two faced each other hundreds of times.

Fugen could clearly feel the rustiness and inadequacy of the other party's movements.

"So what, this level of confrontation, of course."

Before the Demon Primordial could finish his conceited speech, he was seized by his opponent.

The parry was bounced away, and the chest protected by the power sword was immediately exposed.

Fugen hurriedly took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and stabbed the long sword in his hand at the enemy's vital point, and the decomposition position on the sword body emitted a brilliant blue light, like a thunderbolt through the night.

The Demon Primordial's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated to the rear, trying to make room for avoiding the attack.

However, with such a major mistake, how could Fugen give up so easily, he quickly stepped forward, and the deadly blade still threatened the opponent's vital point.

"Tsk!"

An unwilling voice came, and Fogrem knew he had lost the game.

There was something about the fake in front of him, not as clumsy as he imagined.

But that's what makes it fun.

The Demon Primordial Body mobilized the dark power all over his body, and a pair of huge bat wings broke through the power armor of the illusion, and suddenly appeared on his back.

As the demon's wings flapped rapidly, Forgrim was able to quickly distance himself from the clone, and the power that defied the laws of reality made it impossible for Fugen to catch up, and he could only watch as the other party disappeared into the fog of the net.

"Damn it!"

Fogen scolded angrily, and missed the opportunity.

In his opinion, even if he can't inflict heavy damage on the enemy, he should at least apply some damage.

However, there was no time for him to regret, and in the next second, the demon primordial body cut through the dense fog of the net and rushed into the battlefield again like a fallen comet.

This time, he no longer restrains himself, but shows his true posture. The wings of the giant bat behind him flapped violently, blowing a strong wind like a blade.

Under Slaanesh's evil transformation, the original Palatine phoenix has long since changed beyond recognition, becoming a half-human, half-snake demon with four arms, just like the Lal snake man who was killed by the sons of the phoenix during the Great Expedition.

At that time, the Emperor's Son was ignorant of the power of Chaos, and the Lal Serpents were an alien race that worshipped Slaanesh.

After the Third Legion defeated the alien civilization with an efficiency that shocked the upper echelons of Terra, Fogrem not only took out the magic sword enshrined in the Temple of Ral for his own use, mistaking the demon hidden inside for his own voice, but also tried to transplant these alien organs to his own children to help them become more perfect.

That was the beginning of the corruption of the Emperor's son.

"Look what has become of you, my pathetic being, if the Lahr snake people had spirits in the sky, I'm afraid their mouths would be crooked—their exterminators were twisted into this deformed shape by the curse they left behind."

Fugen looked at the demon primordial in front of him with vigilance.

He could clearly feel that the evil aura on the other party's body had suddenly skyrocketed, far beyond the reach of the appearance just now.

The real battle has just begun.

"Or maybe it's because of the power they have left behind that I'm able to get closer to the gods like I am now."

Forgrim's viper body swayed rapidly, the purple scales covered in it glittering, and there was an indescribable enchantment.

Three of the four arms were armed with the magic sword given to him by Slaanesh, with a deadly poison that sealed the throat with blood, while the other arm was clad in claws that he had designed to inflict pain on his targets.

"You're a monster, Fogham, and your soul is empty of nothing but the sick consciousness that has been stuffed by the master of the evil god."

Fogen struggled to observe possible flaws in the other party.

The most capable demon under Slaanesh's command is undoubtedly Sharahi Demon Calamity, but the chief position of his family is indisputably Nakkari - because in the Slaanesh faction, it is more important to live than to fight.

If you're lucky, after indulging in pleasure for so long, the Demon Primordial may be left with a weakness as a result.

"Rhetoric, stupid." Fogham smiled dismissively, "In this dark and chaotic universe, power is everything—and I'm going to let you know that for yourself." ”

The Demon Primordial manipulated its multiple arms and slashed at the Fugen in front of him at the same time.

Seeing this, Fugen took a big step forward and raised his power sword to meet it head-on.

The two powerful forces collided violently, and the entire network space trembled violently.

(End of chapter)