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Blades clashed, laughter alternated with low gasps.

These are two similar faces, but two very different creatures.

One is as seductive as a snake, always with a satisfied smile. One is as persevering as ice, and his eyes are full of unspeakable anger.

"You don't seem to be able to gain the upper hand in a simple sword fight, my dear."

The demon smiled.

The two right hands drew a deadly arc in the air, elegant and light, but Fulgrim had to deal with it with all his energy. Under this blow, Phoenix was actually forced back a full five steps.

"what......"

The demon looked at him happily, raised one right hand, and handed the twisted long sword in front of him. It stared at the golden flame that seemed to be passed over from the sword, and even stuck out its tongue with great interest to lick it.

"Well--!"

There was a muffled grunt of pain, followed by a hissing corrosion and continuous high-pitched screams. The demon trembled, and its tail slid on the ground, leaving a winding trail.

Glittering beads of sweat dripped to the ground, and it took a full dozen seconds before it came to its senses.

"This is really..."

It caressed its newly recovered mouth thoughtfully, its long forked tongue protruded abruptly, sensing the taste of flames remaining in the air, and narrowed its eyes contentedly: "This is really great, dear I."

"Since you can't beat me with sword skills alone, why not use those burning flames on your body?"

It looked at Fulgrim expectantly, its eyes were soft, full of love, full of pleading, like a pool of purple ocean, full of tenderness inside: "Come and hurt me... my dear ?”

Fulgrim did not answer its words.

Fenghuang just used his right hand to hold the power sword's gauntlet, while his left hand was held empty and placed at the end of the hilt. He lowered his hands steadily,

The tip of the sword hangs down, aiming at the ground.

This is not a very clever starting move - if someone intends to use this posture to face the enemy in a sword fight, then he must be crazy.

This posture can neither guarantee a quick counterattack in the face of danger, nor can it block the enemy's blade in the first place. But Phoenix did just that, not only that, he even closed his eyes.

The demon raised his eyebrows slightly and waited patiently.

Always patient with their prey, snakes are natural hunters and slow eaters. The way snakes digest their prey is by swallowing it whole, which is exactly what demons are doing.

It would eat Fulgrim alive.

It needs to carefully feel every part of him, the movement of every inch of muscle, every look of disdain...every time Fulgrim resists, it will make it difficult to suppress the surging desire in his heart.

Just standing in front of it made it feel extremely satisfied.

It thinks, this is simply the bliss of the world, the Lord of Joy must love it so much that he bestows this supreme enjoyment on it.

However, Phoenix did not attack immediately.

"You long for love."

His voice sounded clearly in the darkness, with a hint of sadness.

"Not just love from other people, but narcissism. You spend a lot of time staring at your face in the mirror with love and admiration."

"You prefer this powerful emotion over fear or awe. Fear can be overcome, it can be artificially reduced. But love is not, and one will do anything for love. Love never dies, yes, it It swells and wanes, but it never fades away."

"You want to be perfect because you want everyone to love you - you think you're not doing enough, you're always afraid of being surpassed in some way... your nature is intertwined with this fog. "

Phoenix opened his eyes, the purple pupils had already turned into pure gold.

"The world loves you, but do you love the world?" he asked.

The demon was lost in thought.

The questions Fulgrim asks are also interesting to it, which craves pleasure, pleasure in all its forms. Solving a difficult philosophical problem is of course also included.

So it starts thinking.

It slowly inserted the four swords into the ground one by one, stretching its body, as if relaxing.

The four hands were leaning on the hilt of the sword, and the body was shining with a light that came from nowhere. Every scale of the snake's tail was extremely dazzling and breathtaking.

"I think . . . I love them."

The devil's voice suddenly became rational and indifferent.

"Everything in this world is in a constant cycle, killing each other, destroying each other, no difference. Whether it's aliens or humans, whether it's plants or intelligent higher creatures. They will eventually entangle each other, destroy each other, and then destroy each other. In order to gain new life, however, this requires a suitable condition."

"Under the right conditions, all things will become perfect, complex and beautiful. The universe will eventually develop towards this part, which is inevitable. Then, everything that prevents this process is evil... ..."

"But I, I love them, and I hope they are as perfect as I am. Therefore, anyone who stops me is also evil. Ah, so it turns out that I am the side of justice."

The devil speaks the truth—he says he wishes the world were as perfect as he is. It also said it considered itself just.

Phoenix smiled coldly.

"Don't laugh at me, honey."

The demon paid no attention to his obvious sneer.

"Perfect complexity may be inaccessible, but I'm approaching it. This is my ascension, my end. Once I've got it done, there will never be any strife or killing in the world...not even No more death."

The philosopher who had just spoken disappeared, and it licked its lips again.

"Yes, I think I can say that. I love them, I love you, I love men, I love Ferus I killed, I love Horus dead, I love our father, I love Love everyone...because they all love me, don't they?"

"Once--!"

The blade was pulled out of the ground, it smiled excitedly, raised four hands, and danced its body as if it was dancing.

"I finally realized this—! Thank you, my dear! You have enlightened me!"

"You're welcome." Fulgrim said coldly. "But you can never get love from Ferrus."

"......what?"

The smile on the devil's face froze, and it asked softly in disbelief: "What did you say? How could you say such cold words? You are me!"

It called out sincerely, but only received a cold response.

"He does not love you."

Fulgrim narrated with a blank expression, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"You long for the response of Ferrus, you long for him to identify with your ideals and stand with you on the opposite side of the empire. But he will not, he will never agree with you, and will never respond to your love. You know That, doesn't he? He doesn't see you as his brother anymore, and it comes down to the fact that..."

Finally, a scornful smile appeared on Fulgrim's face: "We are not worthy."

The devil's face trembled slightly, and even the small ornaments on its body began to collide with each other. Its snake tail began to shake in a slow range, and the restless emotions began to surge.

"You are blinded, so you can't see the true way. Do you want to deny that the person who desires to love hates more than anyone else? You don't love Ferrus, you only love the perfect in him That part. At the end of the day, you’re not perfect, you’re flawed all over, and you know that.”

Smiling wider and wider, Fulgrim dissected his own heart. Every time he uttered a word, he stabbed a hole in his heart, but he was happy with it, because he was not only hurting himself.

He is seeking redemption.

"We are the most inferior people in the world. We don't deserve to live, or even breathe, let alone love from others."

The blade was raised slowly, and the phoenix of Chemos, the man named Fulgrim, walked forward slowly. He walked toward his nightmare step by step, firm and without hesitation.

"So we fucked together."

"No!" the demon roared. "You can't say that about yourself—I won't allow it! I won't allow it! You and I, we're both perfect!"

"No one is perfect, and perfect things don't exist."

"you are lying!"

It screamed nervously, and charged straight at Fulgrim, slashing at him one by one with its four blades. A deadly threat, but no longer something to be wary of for Fulgrim.

Fighting with yourself, what do you need to be careful about?

"boom--!"

A dull voice sounded in the darkness, and a golden arm suddenly appeared, blocking the demon's blade. It looked at this illusory but solid arm in astonishment, and before it could speak, a sword pierced through its abdomen.

Fulgrim was close to its ear, the musky scent not affecting his sanity. He was still calm, still indifferent, and still cold.

He said softly: "Come, walk into death with me."

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Ruth's battle didn't go very smoothly, it could even be said to be difficult.

He was playing very hard, and the thing was faster than him, more than twice as fast. Even as a Primarch, it was difficult for him to keep up with the opponent's movements, let alone the Emperor's Children. They'd love to back him up with bolters, but they're completely unable to target the monster.

Russ turned the blade sideways, and Mionar's huge sword roared in the air. The blue light flashed, and the monster's arm turned into a black shadow, disappearing from Ruth's vision. In the next second, he felt a heavy blow on his breastplate.

damn it--!

The wolf king stamped his feet angrily, and stabilized his retreating body. Another misjudged block, why is this damn thing so fast? What exactly is it?

The monster seemed to be aware of this question, it tilted its head slightly, and the hollowness of its face looked creepy: "What do you think I am, a wandering wolf?"

A silver light flashed, and it looked at Ruth expectantly, wanting his answer.

A brute, a damn thing, or what else?

Ruth moved his shoulders, put on a posture, and grinned: "I don't care what you are."

"I'm so sorry for you." It shook its head. "You just lost a very precious opportunity. If you cherish it, maybe you too can become an explorer exploring the unknown."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in becoming a monster."

"monster?"

It sounded genuinely surprised by it: "You—can't you see?"

"See what? That damn hole in your face? Ah, then I do see it." Ruth made a crude joke. "Like a shithole, do you have a pump button on top of your head?"

"...how is this possible?"

The monster ignored his silly jokes, and wasn't even angry about them.

It lost even the intent to attack, leaving only pure loss: "You can't see...the truth is in it, but you can't see...why? Did it leave me ? Am I unworthy?"

"I said, are you still fighting?"

Ruth asked annoyedly: "The most annoying riddlers like you are the most annoying, damn it! You think about those who have nothing, broken philosophies, what's the use of shit! Living is good, dying is bad, that's all. Simple. And what you bastard is doing is definitely not going to keep people alive, so you're better off fucking dead, don't even think about it!"

He came to this conclusion with extremely simple thinking logic, and then rushed forward, Mionar was rounded, and he almost smashed it on the monster's head like a hammer.

And it didn't even resist.

Russ watched as Mionar's blade was buried deep in its head, its face was cut from it, the hole was no longer complete, black matter gushed out from it, and quickly dissipated into the air . The result was good, but Russ wasn't relaxed about it.

The death of a strong enemy is a good thing, but considering how it died... it's kind of weird.

The wolf king frowned, and wanted to pretend to think for a while, but a man's voice interrupted his inconclusive thinking, and gave the answer he wanted: "Don't think too much, Riemann Ruth. It's a good thing you can't see the so-called truth."

"......and who are you?"

"Ask your dad—just kidding."

He Shenyan smiled slightly, a flicker disappeared from the air, came to the ground, stood in front of Ruth, looked at him with great interest: "Well, interesting."

"...Who the hell are you?" Ruth frowned, looking at him warily. "By the way, don't look at me like that, or I'll lose my mind."

"Oh, don't be so exaggerated. Unless you have blood gushing from your eyes and brainstems coming out of your ears, then you'd be out of your mind."

"That's the loss of life."

Ruth couldn't restrain his urge to answer. From this man, he somehow felt a strange sense of affinity.

"Can a person live with a brain stem coming out of his ear?"

"Maybe? Doesn't the vegetative person count as alive?" He Shenyan shrugged. "Someone's half of their head was blown off and they're still alive."

Ruth snorted softly: "So, who are you? Stop evading this question."

"Me? Let me think..."

He Shenyan stroked his chin, and said solemnly, "Sly Mabo."

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