"Fogrim!"
The one who appeared in front of Soshyang was the leader of the Third Legion, and the only two primordial beings who committed the crime of genital murder in the great rebellion, Furgrim, who had become the devil prince.
In fact, Fogrim sneaked out as early as Zaraconel showed up, but he pretended to be a harmless demon, hid in the dark and watched, waiting, because he knew that someone would definitely come.
It will definitely come...
"It seems you've been expecting me for a long time?"
Soshyan glanced at the slightly curved sword in Fogrim's hand and chuckled.
"You are looking forward to it, are you?"
Staring at Soshiyang's eyes, the smile on the Demon Primarch's face became brighter.
"Do you want to kill me?"
"think."
"Why? Don't lie to yourself, you are no longer a loyal minister to my father."
Soshiyang laughed too.
"I just want to kill you, and there are other things that I hate. Is this a reason for that?"
"Arrogance is a virtue, ah, we are actually very similar, have you not noticed it?"
"No, I'm far from it, especially-"
As he said that, Soshyang exerted force on his arm and instantly shook Fogrim.
"strength!"
The long sword roared down, and Fogrim restrained his smile and retreated quickly.
He didn't come here to fight for Soshiyang, and it was not the time now.
Accompanied by the whirlpool, Fogrim held up his weapon, then rose from the circles of scarlet light belts, and rose on the top of the serpentine scarlet energy curling, exploring, turning back and forth until he stared at Soshyan.
The moment of silence spread across the battlefield, like a gasping breath.
Fogrim, who transformed into the true form of a demon prince, stood tall on a snake body more than ten meters high, ruthlessly laughing at Soshyang, and laughing with mocking words in the laughter, the voice was like the dry whisper of billions of dead souls.
"Your pride will cause you to destroy, remember this."
Although it was close, Fogrim's voice was like the thunder in the distance, followed by a purple energy rolling around his four arms, pouring down from his fingertips, turning into countless sharp blades, but not shooting at Soshiyan, but at Canelli and Salania.
"What a cunning dog breed!"
Screamed angrily, Soshyan knew that Fogrim's attack was unstoppable by anyone in the field, so he could only retreat. When the sharp blade storm approached the two, he raised the Yanyang sword in his hand and drew a circular fire ring, followed by a harsh sound of impact and friction.
Salanya looked at the tall back standing in front of him. The ground around him was cut open like tofu by sharp blades, but he could not penetrate the ring of fire and blades. He could only blow out a strong wind, carrying the silver-white cloak with a blazing breath.
"The Phoenix King...Your Highness."
Just as Soshyan saved the man, Fogrim also grabbed Zaraconel, who was limp on the ground and was about to leave.
But a spinning ball of fire was leaping out and was scattered by Fogrim's sword.
"Leave!"
Duran waved his halberd and faced the Demon Prim. Fogrim grinned, spread his four arms, and then fell hundreds of swords within one second.
Faced with the attack like Taishan, Duran waved his halberd to block the left and right, but his power was still far behind the Demon Primarch, and perhaps even the Demon Primarch that restrained Ada the most.
Four seconds later, he and the halberd were knocked away together, and a deep scar appeared on his chest, which sprinkled white blood and turned into flames. However, the Phoenix Holy Grail also sprinkled a piece of flame to cover Duran at the same time. He stood up immediately, and the scars on his body recovered as before.
"Leave!"
Not only him, but other imperial guards rushed over together, and Fogrim no longer fell in love with the battle and left.
"Did I allow you to leave?"
A blood-red fireball swelled into a tiny star and exploded in front of Fogrim.
Fogrim also reacted very quickly, and raised his four arms at the first time. The blazing star swept towards him with his original and rapid force, and a hemisphere shield shining with evil power also appeared around him.
The flames purgatory swept by, shocking that no one in the audience could stand firm. They all fell to their knees and hugged their heads tightly. Even the barrier filled with the power of the dark evil god crackled like frosted glass when resisting this rough and powerful attack.
Knowing that this blow was extraordinary, Fogrim gritted his teeth and even spread his wings behind him.
However, the explosion did not end, but instead became more intense, turning into a roaring flame storm.
The face of Kane, symbolizing anger, appeared, and Soshyan became a giant wearing lava armor. This was his first use of Kane's power, or the power of the Star God's Rage, but it showed a difference. Asuyan's calmness and Kane's anger appeared at the same time, and the wings of the Fire Phoenix rose behind him, corresponding to Fogrim's demonic wings.
"You and him must stay!"
Fogrim was already sweating profusely at this time. He poured all his strength to fight Soshyan, feeling as if he was standing on the gate of a fortress, which was trembling under the attack of monsters from outside.
After a few seconds of stalemate, the attack was still raging and roaring, and its strength did not decrease at all.
Just as Fogrim showed his declining momentum, he heard a whisper in response, and a surging power, an indescribable power swelled in his mind.
"ha!"
With a low growl, Fogrim pushed forward with four arms, bursting out a huge force and finally pushed Soshyan away.
"Soshiyan, do you really think you are invincible!"
With a crazy laugh, Fogrim, who was wrapped in purple smoke, suddenly grabbed Soshyang's arms with his backhand, and then something similar to shackles suddenly appeared in his other hands. It seemed to be made of black stone, with fine runes engraved on it, and the handcuff head was shaped into a ferocious dragon head.
In the flash of lightning, the roaring dragon head held Soshiyang's wrist at the same time, and Soshiyang suddenly felt that his whole body was stagnant.
"Hehe, didn't you think about it? This is a joke that is self-destructive. The disabled craftsman created this chain. He originally wanted to trap the crazy Kane, but he was defeated by Kane and became his own prisoner."
Seeing Soshiyang's hands tied up, Fogrim's laughter turned into billions of responses, and then slowly grabbed Soshiyang's neck with both hands and put his face close to him.
"My brother, don't hide, come out... I will get real perfection after eating you."
As he said that, Fogrim's head slowly cracked and turned into six snake heads of different colors and shapes. Some wore crowns and some were smooth and scaleless, symbolizing the six "virtues" of the Dark Prince. Then their necks suddenly stretched out and bit Soshyang's shoulders, chest and abdomen.
"No Ada's pseudo-god can escape the fangs of the Dark Prince!"
Chapter completed!