Just as it was surprising that Ferrus could speak of Vogrim in a calm tone, so was the grace and calmness with which Ferrum was able to speak of his appearance.

At least, that's how he looks.

"Ten thousand years later, you're still the same," the Demon Primordial's tone was as if he was talking to an old friend who had been absent for a long time, but his silky voice was still soaked in the poison of seductive depravity, "There is something ...... in the sensitivity to 'beauty' Blunt. ”

"If a work of art cannot correctly convey the meaning it should convey to the viewer's heart, then it cannot be called 'art', but can only be said to be the garbage of failure." Ferrus retorted calmly and firmly, "That's what I heard on the Emperor's Pride. ”

After comprehending the implication of this sentence, the "failed garbage" who was indeed attacked by the boomerang that flew back and pierced into his heart after 10,000 years had a slightly gloomy face: "I didn't expect you to remember so long ago, this really makes me happy." ”

- The Iron Hand Prototype responds with a deflagration bullet fired straight at the opponent's throat.

Even though it was an act of using a robotic arm on a backpack in an unobtrusive corner, akin to a "face-to-face attack", Ferrus did not believe that the bullet would be able to hit the target. With the reflexes of the original body, he could even clearly see Fogham on the other side of the battlefield showing a little hesitation at the moment when the fire appeared on the muzzle of the gun, and then decided to move to avoid the attack, and finally succeeded with an almost dance-like grace and calm movement.

But it doesn't matter, it's in Ferrus's calculations. The bullet wasn't meant to be an attack, and at the moment of discharge, it also carried a phrase that Ferus hoped it would relay to the other party:

I don't have much more to say to you.

Fogham has always been empathetic 10,000 years ago, and the Demon Prototype 10,000 years later can still easily read Gorgon's mind. The pink-purple basilisk rolled meaninglessly in place, letting out a strange laugh that would never have been possible with a vocal organ similar to that of a human structure, and then reproached in an almost disgusted tone: "Hey, my old friend, you are really ruthless. ”

Ferrus did not reply. He simply separated the guards in front of him, or rather, the guards in front of him took the initiative to make way for the genetic father of the warband under some unspeakable supernatural pressure formed by the two opposing primordials. The aether swirls around the Iron Hand Primordial at his own will, filling in the functions that were previously difficult to fully manifest due to the suppression of the real universe.

In this environment where subspace and reality are mixed, the equipment and functions carried on the mechanical backpack behind the "Medusa Carapace" are further expanded by the filling of the ether, and the silvery-white activated metal on the "Iron Hand" winds up Gorgon's bare skin, and the golden particles converge in those hands into the delicate and majestic appearance of the Furnacebreaker's Hammer. Heavily armed, Ferus Manus stepped on the path given up by his heir with heavy steps, slowly approaching the snake demon in the distance, who was once again too excited to help himself because of something ordinary people could not understand.

"I take back what I said before." The Demon Primordial laughed maniacally, and raised the richly decorated scimitar in its four hands, which seemed to have been drawn from the void, glowing with aura and venom in a gentle arc, "You still have the gift I gave you!" Oh my God, Ferus, I'm so moved that I don't know what to say! ”

"Well, shut up, your damn mouth—"

In an instant, the furnace breaker was already in the hands of Ferrus, smashing towards Vogrim from top to bottom. This was the first blow that would start the whole battle, but Gorgon, who had a hideous face, did not leave himself any room for himself, and instead performed this move with the full strength of an original being. This allowed his opponent to confirm that he was not actually as calm as he appeared.

This realization once again brought a wave of ecstasy to Vogrim. The Demon Primordial could have dodged the Hammer's powerful attack, but the urge from this ecstasy caused him to stabilize himself in place with his coiled snake tail, and the four blades in his hand, which were extraordinarily slender compared to those of the Furnace Breaker, resisted Ferus's devastating blow.

It was an earth-shattering bang, and the battlefield, which had been temporarily stagnant, was restarted by this signal, and the opposing sides began to fight again.

The battles that had seemed to be paused by Vogrim's theatrical appearance resumed the second round, and the two Great Secret Keepers also slipped their long tongues ambiguously with lewd and lewd smiles, trying to get their own piece of the chaos in the midst of the chaos. On the other hand, Lindrick's Staff of Heartforge lit up with the light of psionic lightning, and Enkidu simply jumped out of the center of the formation, according to his judgment of the current situation, ready to quickly deal with the two Slaanesh Archdemon with the assistance of the heavy firepower of the Iron Hand, and then free up his hand to help Ferus fight against Fogrim.

Judging by the logic of physics, the four swords in Fogham's hand should have been smashed to pieces under such an attack anyway, but they didn't. Weapons mixed with the power of subspace will always show unexpected performance in various ways, but that doesn't change the fact that their owners will still be injured by such attacks.

The impact of the furnace breaker still flowed down the blade into the snake demon's current body, destroying his body and carrying it down his tail to the ground, the aftermath of which still made the great earthquake tremble if it was real. Not to mention, the energy, force field, and psionic energy of the arc wrapped around the hammer all caused real damage to the demonic prototype at such a close distance, causing his pearlescent skin to scorch and destroy the shell of his elaborately decorated armor - Fogrem screamed loudly for it, but no one could tell whether the feelings contained in the scream were more painful or more joyful.

"I'm almost touching the burning anger in your heart!" The primordial body, reduced to a servant of the Lord of Pleasure, happily said as the sword soldiers intersected with a dazzling and swift vision that could barely catch up with them, "Can I pluck a heart of lava blood from your present body?" Don't worry, I'll leave you another one, because I don't want to kill you yet-"

"-But I want to kill you!" Ferus's roaring voice even drowned out the sound of the various equipment operating and firing behind him for a moment, "And this time, I won't make any more mistakes—I will!" ”

The gravity generators and flamethrowers behind Medusa's carapace come into effect at the same time as their owner utters these words, attempting to trap enemies in place without a trace, and then burn to ashes. Ferrus could be sure that he had indeed shrouded Vogram in the area where the gravity generator would work, and that the weapon was continuing to operate at a force that could directly squash a rand, but Fergrim only looked a little surprised; After the light of the flames was also suppressed, Gorgon keenly noticed that the shadow that should have been trapped in it still slipped out of the flames like a swimming fish, and even had the strength to giggle and mock him:

"I advise you not to waste your efforts, old friend, 'fate' is undoubtedly on my side this time."

Debit frowned thoughtfully at the serpent's smug proclamation, which resounded throughout the battlefield, so that all the sons of Gorgon could hear it clearly.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)