The Fallen Primordial is a terrifying nightmare that can only be seen in myths and legends.

When he descended in the center of the battlefield, in the iron cage where Aisha was imprisoned, almost everyone held their breath, cautiously watching for the demon in front of them.

Fogrem enjoyed the fearful look from everyone around him, which was the best expression of his great power.

Especially when these people are all well-known powerhouses in the material world, the awe they gain is even more worthy of pleasure.

"Long time no see, my dear Killiman, thank you so much for providing me with such a grand stage."

Vogrim glanced around him and nodded in satisfaction.

Posing as if he were the ruler here, he was honoring the devotion of the slaves.

"What did you do, Vogrim!"

Killyman snapped into questioning his fallen brother.

When they met again after 10,000 years, the overly distorted posture and darkness of the other party still made him feel creepy.

"It's just a mess of imposters, please don't care."

As he spoke, he shook the claw in his hand that had pierced through his chest.

The battered clone was dying and could no longer perceive movement around it.

"Do you really want to kill your last conscience? Hurry up and let him go! ”

Robert Killyman tried to stop him with the Emperor's Sword, but was stopped by Charahi Scourge.

The forces of darkness are consuming Fugen's soul. They had to make sure that Killiman witnessed this the whole time, so that they could taste the despair generated by the loyal primordial, which must have been quite delicious.

On top of that, Killiman, who has a broken mind, will be easier to defeat, and if he falls, there will be no one in the coalition who can resist the Dark Prince's forces.

They will be the final victors in this war.

The Lord of Pleasure will wash away his shame and take back Aisha, who will be given the right to mock His brothers.

"Kill your own conscience?" Forgrim hurriedly shook his head with a smile, and opened his mouth to deny, "No, no, no, of course not, I am enlightening him and letting him experience everything I have experienced, after all, he is so naïve now, and he is easily deceived by some false and empty words." ”

"What do you mean?" Kiliman had a bad premonition.

"Although I have become a perfect being, transcendent and immortal, the things that I can't get have always made people itch - the inconvenience of the body after the ascension of the demon has reduced a lot of my pleasure, so I also need an obedient spokesperson, in other words, I need to control two realms at the same time."

"That's not what you really are, brother, you're just being fooled, so be brave and get rid of those addictions, and don't let it continue to hurt you." Killyman tried to persuade.

"You can't save him, Robert Killiman, no one can save him—not even I, as an entity, can resist such pleasure, how can a mere clone have the right to resist?" Fogham had an exaggerated expression, looking like he was laughing and crying.

When you give everything to endless pleasure, emotions lose their meaning.

In fact, just as the Demon Primordial said, Fugen could not resist the darkness that struck.

Ten thousand years of addiction had been poured into his consciousness by a torrent of brain, and the stimulus was enough to send the mighty demigod into a frenzy.

All kinds of crazy and strange gameplay, countless taboo experiences that cross ethics.

First, they entered the inner core of the star to feel the heat of more than a million degrees, and then they were quickly thrown into the icy void to experience the absolute deep cold.

Tearing the flesh little by little with a thousand knives, and paralyzing the nerves of the whole body with billions of volts.

Sitting on the supreme throne with absolute power, enjoying the authority to dominate the people at will, and being thrown into the tattered slums after abandoning the power, to be bullied by beggars and gangsters.

It was something that could never be done, but Fugen felt supreme pleasure in the experience of the Demon Primordial, and this desire was becoming stronger and stronger, and it was becoming more and more difficult to satisfy.

If you put all this on the body of an ordinary person, you can try to exhale the last breath of air in your lungs and then hold it for five minutes without inhaling, and experience a little bit of how irresistible those temptations can be.

And the demon addiction set by the Prince of Darkness will only be ten thousand times stronger than this.

Killiman could faintly hear the wails of Fogen's soul.

He was so helpless in the face of unimaginable evil, as if he had fallen into a swamp, being swallowed up by the mud little by little.

"No!"

Killiman could no longer endure the terrible devastation inflicted on his brother.

He gripped the Emperor's sword, and the flames of the sword were as fierce as his own anger.

The sudden surge of divine energy terrified the demons, and some even turned to ashes.

Killiman, on the other hand, took advantage of this to kill Fogram with an indomitable ferocity.

"It's not a show."

With the evil blessing of the Prince of Darkness, Sharahi defends the power of the Sword of the False Emperor and confronts the enraged Lord of the Ultramarines.

Blinded prey is dangerous, but it is easier to kill, and the Demon Calamity, who is a bloodthirsty demon killer, is experienced in this.

It had only been a few rounds before Killeman found his way and his right arm was almost pierced by the Queen of the Hunt.

It was also thanks to Everene's timely action that the original body barely avoided the opponent's attack.

"Calm down, Killman, anger will not help to improve the predicament before us."

The Lady of Shadows tries to appease the Primordial's wrath.

"But ......"

Kiliman wanted to say something more. The flame of the Emperor's Sword in his hand has not diminished, and he has to compete with the Secret Keeper again.

However, at this moment, a figure even more reckless than him suddenly rushed out of the coalition forces and rushed straight to the location of the demon primordial.

Everyone looked at the reckless man and saw none other than the supreme generalissimo of the Black Templar, Heberecht.

The Black Orcs will always choose the most capable enemy on the battlefield to duel, showing the essence of the "weapon" of the Space Marines to the fullest.

Under any other circumstances, the Black Templar's act could indeed be called brave.

However, the gap in strength between the Genogen and Astarte is almost insurmountable, and boldly challenging the Protogen is just sending him to death.

With a deadly swing of his blade, Fogham smashed the Generalissimo's black sword to pieces with a single blow, and then twisted the massive serpent's tail and struck it hard at Heberecht.

The body of the Supreme Marshal was swept away by the powerful impact, and like a doll that had been subjected to violence, the power armor sparked all the way on the ground.

It's not an opponent at all, and the confrontation between the two can't be called a duel at all.

"Imperial Champion." Fogham smiled contemptuously, "Did my father send you here?" Is he manipulating you trying to reverse the current defeat? ”

Heberecht struggled to get up from the ground, and it would take him a long time to recover from the blow.

"He has told so many lies that even today he is still deceiving you with false hopes." Fogrem continued.

The Lord of Humanity cannot prevent the impending destruction, and the Empire will eventually fall.

"Still, I'm actually entrusted by someone else." Surprisingly, Heberecht replied, "and now I have completed my task." ”

(End of chapter)