"Hehehe...... You little Fyrus cubs are still too young...... It's so forgetful, it's only been a long time, and you can't recognize me anymore? My dear? ”

The massive Prince of Slaanesh teases the Iron Hand in an almost willful, playful tone that always makes most of the Emperor's sons happy, pleasant, pleasant.

The Iron Hands did hurt the demon, but the blows and burns of the weapons made him scream with pleasure as the wound was cut, and the pleasure they gave him made him swift and powerful, and the demon twisted its body to the ground with its deformed claws and swaying footsteps, twisting its body close to Trazi, who had been struck to the ground by his speed and claws.

His milky eyes, which had turned into some kind of blindness, approached the face of the Chief Think Tank and gasped for breath, accompanied by faint purple and gold fragments of armor, loot hanging from the flesh pierced in a strange way, jewels, and depraved bodily fluids that could not hide the pungent smell of the bewitchingly twisted withered body.

Purple fox fire made up the decoration of his deformed skull, flames flowing down his hollow, sunken eye sockets, like demons laughing and dripping purple tears of flame.

Trazi's mind was only on how to deal with the Demon Prince in front of him and at the same time complete the goal of closing the deadly subspace rift, and he barely thought much about this question—he would engage in this blasphemous question-and-answer with the demon purely for the purpose of delaying a second of thought time—"You're just a ...... will be ...... The demons we swear...... Your name means nothing! Traitor! ”

The Lord of Slaanesh almost immediately became enraged, the claws of his shape-shaped limbs piercing the breastplate of the Chief Think Tank viciously, piercing his human armor through the tips of the claws, and he hissed at the Chief Think Tank.

"You know what!! You ridiculous thing!! How would you understand! Santo knows me! He understands who I am! He knows me! I am Giulias Caisorón! The first company commander of the emperor's son! I killed Santo! You can only be a shadow of him! You bunch of maniacs who have turned yourself into machines! Gambling one's life for the sake of ridiculous mortals is worthless and glorious! You're crazy! I see that Ferus is coming, and I can only cry for your madness! ”

"Ferus never sheds tears!"

"Oh, yes, I'd like to see who makes whom. Giulias. ”

Two voices rang out at different points on the platform at the same time, one was Raus's angry warcry with an electronic texture, and the other-

The Demon Prince of Slaanesh, named Julias Kesolon, stiffened in that moment.

The demon's bulging body, which was more than thirty feet long, shook violently, ignoring the massive power blade that the clan commander had swung at him—he simply dodged it sideways with his unmatched swiftness.

The lips of the Emperor's Son, the first company commander, whose lips had long since been severed, trembled on the demon's face.

"This voice that speaks—you...... You are—it can't be——?! It can't be——!!!!!!! ”

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Vogrim Ishtar, who is by no means weak in his own galaxy, once saw through the tricks of chaos in the temple of the Raiders and rejected the temptation of the enemy.

He has been tortured countless times in the hands of the Dark Eldars, escaped countless times, and each time he was recaptured and tortured on the test bench of the Blood Servants in order to save his own heirs, but even so, for more than a decade, the Phoenix's descendants have never heard a single cry or howl of the Phoenix from the broadcasts of the alien enemies provoking and trying to shake them, because he is unwilling to show the slightest vulnerability or beg for mercy.

When the Emperor's Son's Lord Commander Vespasian, along with Ralano and the Raven Prince, stormed the cell where the cruel alien imprisoned the phoenix, they were moved to see that even Yago Savitarion had been so devastated that Fogram's injuries in the Bloodling's dungeon were enough to kill any Astarte instantly.

The phoenix's own blood had become the only thing to hide from his body, and one of his legs—as if to fulfill some cruel image or prophecy—had been cut off in unison, and the expression of horror appeared for the first time on the face of the commander of the Midnight Lord as he struggled to his feet as he was helped by his own heir—and he saw that the phoenix had opened its mouth, and his beautiful voice had been taken away along with his tongue—

But he still forced his vocal cords to vibrate, and let out a hoarse, barely audible voice to inquire about the current situation of the empire and the whereabouts of the heirs. Later, due to the division of the empire, the betrayal of his brothers, and the withering of his heirs, he shed his first tears since he was captured.

Therefore, when he found himself in another galaxy with a completely different development, the Purple Court Phoenix has always controlled his mood fluctuations very well, because he knows that calmness is the emotion he needs most at this time, and life on the Iron Blood did make him feel the peace he had not felt for a long time.

But there is always calm before the storm.

There are brutal truths that cannot be ignored.

Just like now, he began to untie the reins of restraint, allowing his emotions to flow through his body, igniting his actions like flames.

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Marvel.

Markan Ferros was convinced again.

No matter where the protogens are, the existence is a miracle.

Even in the hands of steel with such a high degree of possession and integration with the intrepid body, he had never seen such extraordinary manipulation and manipulation.

The dreadnought of the Contempt had so often that the Iron Father who followed him had almost forgotten that it was an iron coffin, its outer shell metal and its limbs flowing with nothing more than a black, inorganic liquid.

They had followed the noble men of the dreadnought through a series of thrilling but perfectly controlled landings and one-hit kills to reach the place with the highest energy readings with almost impossible speed, and the sight of what had happened made the Iron Hands who were accustomed to silent combat roar with rage.

The Demon Prince of Slaanesh, transformed by the Emperor's Son, and the Gate of the Painful Subspace that sacrificed the entire population of the Hive!

Although they both wanted to sacrifice the glory of hunting for their father's return, the first time they saw this demon prince, the genetic prototype asked them to pick up their stumbled brother and fight for him.

"I deserve to finish him with my own hands."

With that, the Contempt stepped forward fearlessly.

Alvien Raus watched from his massive Terminator armor, which was almost integrated with him.

A strange contempt of Daring Do, the golden Garuda that clinged to his left and his movements always gave Raus a strange feeling, as if there was a strange sense of déjà vu between Daring Do and the laws of action of the emperor's son he was fighting.

Eventually, though, he stared at Daring Daught's silver glittering hands, slowly retreating to his almost half-shattered chief think tank, Trazzi, in the midst of Ferros' eager communication.

(End of chapter)