Facing Fogrim's speech, Fabius did not speak, but just stood quietly, as if thinking or contemplating.
So the fallen Primros of the Third Legion continued to say slowly:
"In this turbulent era, we must seek pleasure as we go."
The long nails of the shadow made a crack in the air, and then the image of a person appeared, wearing a Terminator, holding a weird long weapon, and then splitting out a second image, wearing a quaint armor, a phoenix-shaped helmet, and a burning sword.
"I saw it, how interesting it was. My brother who was destroyed by his ruthless father seemed to have left us all a surprise. I originally wanted to see what things would develop-"
As he said that, Shadow's finger shook and turned into a sharp blade. The purple flame burned at the tip of the knife, and then cut off the two images.
"It's a pity that he was too greedy. He was not satisfied with snatching the treasure from the Lord of Decay. Even though he had enjoyed love and joy, he was still not satisfied. I never realized that people could have such greedy desires. He also tried to snatch His most cherished jewelry from the Lord of Devotion, those souls of Aida."
Fabius's mouth suddenly had a curve.
"The omnipotent God...why don't he directly destroy him?"
"Oh, your irony is meaningless, spider, because you never understand the meaning of God, sarcasm a being who has never known is like punching the air, what have you hit?"
"Of course, my lord, I've lost my word, but since I'm the master of desire, shouldn't it be easy to control a man full of desire? Or... he has the power that even the great god cannot interfere with? Or is the dying lord on the throne still scared the so-called gods?"
"Why guess like this? Isn't it because he is so special that you come here with a condescending pride, right?"
"Yes, my lord, I'm interested in this power, maybe it is... the key to the new world."
"Then we have reached a consensus, Spider, go and assist Aidoron, we need to teach the greedy thief a lesson and tell him that satisfying desires must also be with the master's consent."
"Of course, my lord, but... I still have a small request in person."
Before Fabius could finish his words, the shadow turned into a clown wearing a strange smile mask.
"You are greedy, spider."
"This is not greed, my Lord, I just want to return...her, my daughter, my most perfect work, this is a request, more than once."
The clown shook his finger.
"Spider, you have rejected me, refused my kindness three times, and disliked my gift three times. You have betrayed me, the one who has always protected you, but I still have hope. Do you know why?"
The clown's body leaned forward, lengthened, and finally it was like a gorgeous colorful snake. The smiling mask seemed to turn into a smiling snake head.
Fabius just half-squinted his eyes and remained silent.
Suddenly, the clown stretched out his hand and had a purple balloon tied with thread in his hand.
Then he handed the balloon to Fabius, but Fabius just looked at him and did not take it. Fogrim simply hung it on the shelf behind the other party.
"She once told me that regret and satisfaction are part of desire."
After saying that, he stretched out his finger and poked the balloon with a snap, and then disappeared with a burst of purple smoke.
Fabius turned around and left. Although the meeting was not pleasant, he still showed no emotions. However, his heart was mixed. After a long silence, his mood became happy again, with expectations and excitement that had not appeared for a long time.
But now he was a little angry.
Meiluxin, he will definitely take it back, this belongs to him.
And he also has to hold the secret of the so-called Immortal Army...
Fabius clenched his fists while leaving the palace, ignoring the charming cry of the banshees-
In the end, what he has to do and accomplish is to truly transcend the limits, completely get rid of this vulgar legion and the so-called primordial body, and Fabius is determined to show his true amazing wisdom.
However, before all plans are launched, he still has a lot of preliminary work to complete.
In a nameless world in the Milky Way, a battle has entered the most cruel stage. The huge warships are floating in orbit and are trying to use their powerful firepower to suppress the defense of the ground. A crack that can be seen in the naked eye has been blasted out of the gray surface of the planet, but it is not rolling lava, but the disturbing green.
Lightning kept rising from the ground, slamming the armor of the giant ships, creating large pits.
As the metal wreckage fell heavily to the ground, a wisp of tiny dust was raised.
The world is so deserted that even a bacteria cannot be found in the lifeless sand. The thin atmosphere makes the ground temperature sufficient to freeze a mortal body in a few seconds.
Among the embers and gravel after the bombing, huge triangular black stones exposed to the ground were scattered, looking like mountains.
The wild wolf was experiencing its muscles, and the wail of collapse and tearing had disappeared. Among the huge pile of scattered gravels, some metal skeleton-like things were still struggling for the final struggle. They had long lost their souls and even lost consciousness. The only comfort was the pleasure of tearing the flesh and blood. Their hatred and pain for the living could only be relieved when they spread to death.
Wearing gray iron armor and holding a long sword and flying hair, Rimanruz walked out of the collapsed pyramid in dust and walked along the winding corridor to the battlements of this alien catacomb.
At this time, a strong wind blew, carrying countless sand. He didn't know whether it was the dust caused by the violence of the bombing or part of the world's reaction to their invasion, but in any case, this desolation and cold reminded him of Fenris.
The wolf pack was well taken care of, and he was not needed yet. He now had to do something more important to humans.
The tall Primrose stood long and walked into the dark green light. The twelve wolf guards in the Terminator quickly followed his steps. Their fists wrapped in hand armor clasped the heavy battle axe, and their bodies were square and unrestrained. It was not so much a warrior as a weapon itself. Every thought of them was as sharp and fierce as the weapons in their hands.
Chapter completed!