If you fall into chaos, you are flawed in your character.

And after falling into chaos, this character flaw will be further magnified.

Fogen was convinced that this was the key to his victory over the enemy in front of him, even though he knew that he was not as strong as his opponent.

The power of the Demon Primordial is too terrifying.

The powerful impact caused Fugen to slide backwards for several meters, barely blocking the opponent's attack.

The power armor on his body roared hoarsely from overload, and the two arms that held the sword tightly were shaken to the core.

The enemy in front of him had a sinister smile on his face, and he was completely at ease, and the two sides made a judgment between them.

"Is this the only thing you have to do besides paying lip service?"

The Demon Primordial began to frantically swing its four arms, and the bright blades struck Fugen like a storm.

His attacks were swift and heavy.

Fogen raised his senses to the extreme, his eyes trying to catch any detail, but he could only defend himself by constantly retreating, raising his sword to parry very reluctantly, let alone find a chance to fight back.

"Work harder and let me enjoy it!"

The demonic primordial body twisted its serpentine body, switching back and forth in a strange way that normal people couldn't do.

Fugen must follow the opponent's twist and constantly adjust his defensive posture, and if he is not careful, he will be stabbed by the opponent's magic sword, and life and death are only a matter of millimeters.

Invulnerable, no breakthrough point can be found at all.

It is already difficult to break the move when he fights with himself, not to mention that the opponent's physical configuration is far better than his.

After hundreds of encounters, Fugen's power armor was scratched by the magic sword, and his body was infected with toxins on the blade, and the power of deep darkness continued to deprive him of his physical strength and consciousness.

Until he was caught, the demon primordial body slammed Fugen's body with a flick of its tail, and the powerful force directly lifted him out, rolling on the ground of the net several times before stopping.

The power armor he was wearing was severely deformed by the tremendous force, and several ribs underneath were broken, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

It wasn't obvious before, but when the damage was actually inflicted on his body, Fugen realized how terrible the enemy in front of him was.

"Are you fighting against such forces, father?"

It is hard to imagine what terrible pressure the emperor endured when the man who was as omnipotent as a god turned into the living corpse trapped on the golden throne.

It's not a time to relax, and you can still fight.

Too many sins need to be atoned for, and the Third Legion must be saved.

Fugen dragged his wounded body and forced himself to quickly stand up to meet the enemy.

The demon primordial body on the opposite side stepped forward for the first time, and while he was not on a stable footing, he threw away the power sword in his hand with one blow.

The weapon was unloaded, and Fogen decisively chose to fight back with his fists.

With all his might, he threw a straight punch that slammed into his foe's face.

The Demon Primordial didn't dodge, but let the blow blow blow hit.

Powerful enough to fly a main battle tank, it crashed straight into the opponent's unsuspecting demonic face.

However, what is surprising is that this ferocious blow only left a slight abrasion on the corner of the opponent's mouth.

"It's ugly!" Vogrim licked the blood left on the corner of his mouth, smiled contemptuously, and stabbed his claws into the opponent's chest with his backhand, "A fake is just a fake after all, and the gap between you and me is by no means something that can be made up by shouting a few slogans." ”

The words of the Demon Primordial are right, the power of the demigods is like a moat, and it is impossible for Bius Bair's biotechnology to replicate it.

The purple power armor worn by Fugen was easily pierced by the sharp blades on the enemy's five fingers, and a heart was directly torn apart, and the blood contaminated by the toxin quickly spread all over the body.

He felt like he was losing control of his body, and the terrible darkness was eating away at his soul.

"I, absolutely, will not give in to you," Fugen continued to grit his teeth and insist.

"Commendable faith!" A sinister smile appeared on the Demon Primordial's face, "But this matter has no reason. ”

He flapped the bat's wings behind him and slowly lifted off the ground, rising to a height high enough for everyone in the chaos of the battlefield to see.

Then, boundless evil energy erupted, and everyone's eyes were attracted for a moment.

The Demon Prototype carried Fugen's defenseless body and displayed it to the Order Coalition like a trophy.

He wanted to sink an unparalleled fear into the hearts of this group of mortals, and it proved to be extremely effective.

"No, it can't be!"

Layton, the head of the Phoenix Son's think tank, stared at the terrifying picture in the sky, and his pupils contracted violently in shock.

He tried to come to the rescue, but was stopped by the Chaos traitor in front of him.

"Pathetic junior, this is a predestined thing, but the deception of the False Emperor has blinded you - join us, get rid of his lies, and embark on the path chosen by our true genetic father."

Seeing that the faith of the loyalists was shaken, the son of the emperor on the opposite side smiled and persuaded him.

"Send me to hell, damned traitor!"

However, Layton responded with only an increasingly angry response, and a powerful psionic lightning bolt flew out of his fingertips and slammed into his opponent's body.

Instead of wailing in pain, the warriors of the Emperor's Son let out a burst of cheerful sounds.

"It's so comfortable, keep going, don't stop!"

The traitor longs for more, and doesn't care about the damage to his body as a result.

Layton continued to increase the psionic energy output in his hand, slowly approaching the opponent until he entered the range of the melee attack, and suddenly struck and cut off the opponent's head.

With the bite of the chainsaw sword, the head of the Emperor's son rolled to the ground, and a large amount of filthy blood flowed from his neck.

But even if it has reached this point, the other party still has a crazy expression on his face, and it seems that he is still enjoying the supreme pleasure.

The brothers of their warband must not become such a thing, Layton thought.

The unique connection with the original body caused a strong sense of crisis among all members of the warband.

This sense of crisis compels them to go to their genetic father, even if they disobey the order and give up the pre-planned position.

However, the Chaos Enemy did not intend to let them go, and swarmed them to bite them to death.

The Sons of the Phoenix struggled desperately, grief and confusion looming over each member of the warband.

"Do you hear that, do you hear their wailing?" The Demon Primordial guided Fugen and him to appreciate what was happening below, "Look at your beloved heirs, who are dying for nothing because of you—this is not what you call a glorious sacrifice. ”

Fogen couldn't answer, the pain was tearing apart his body and soul.

"But it doesn't matter, it's just a bunch of slaves, our only loyal brother who has returned is the main thing, we should go and have some fun with him, shouldn't we?"

The Demon Primordial laughed insolently, flapped the giant wings behind him again, and slowly flew in the direction of the iron cage.

(End of chapter)