Chapter 78 78, Galaxy Grand Martial Arts Arena!

Efilar waved her wings and flew towards the bizarre and bizarre depths of the sky. This was a journey with little hope, an endless foolishness. This journey was close to death, and she knew it very well - -In order to pursue the Allah in her mind, even though she was covered with thorns and bruises, she had no regrets.

suddenly,

"Pfft——"

A huge eye pupil opened between her eyebrows.

Her body stagnated in mid-air uncontrollably.

"Efilar, my most loyal girl, my most devout nun, how can you be so willful? The soldiers are still waiting for you to lead, and the people's hearts in despair are still waiting for you to illuminate, how can you? Abandon the heavy responsibility I entrusted to you, and be led by your emotions to embark on this reckless folly?”

The Primarch's voice sounded in her head.

The slight reproach in his tone weighed on her heart like a mountain, but she did not obey as before.

She raised her head, her eyes filled with the light of her soul filled with stubbornness, "My lord, forgive me for my willfulness this time. Efilar has nothing to ask for. I just want to follow you. The harder it is, the harder it will be." I can’t help but want to walk side by side with you!”

"Nonsense!" the primarch's scolding voice echoed in her mind.

"I just went to attend the invitation of the gods, and I wasn't buried there. You have so little confidence in me, that you think I am destined to fail?!"

"No, my lord, I never meant this." Efilar shook his head repeatedly.

"Go back, don't worry about me, the day of reunion is not far away."

This time, without waiting for Efilar's reply, her body flew in the direction in which she came from. The light of the soul released from the open pupils between her eyebrows penetrated the layers of fog in the sea of ​​​​mind, carrying her with her. All the way back.

"My Lord, when can we meet again?!"

As the D demon, Efilar had completely lost control of her body at this moment, and she could only ask anxiously.

But this time, the voice in my heart did not ring again.

What awaited her was silence.

Until after a period of time that she felt was very long and difficult.

The guidance in my heart sounded again,

"The magic circle hasn't been opened yet, and I don't know where the gods will take me."

"Go find my brother, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion and the King of Five Hundred Worlds, Guilliman. The group of prophets around him should be able to predict my whereabouts."

"By the way, after finding them, ask Gris to ask Caul for advice. The psychic engine of the Second Legion has not been completed yet. My children have not been born yet. I don't know how the Great Sage did it."

After hearing the response, Efilar's face showed ecstasy.

At this time, her body also crossed the endless space of the sea of ​​​​mind, and hit the ruins of the City of Light like a bolide.

"Efilar, you're back so soon! Have you found His Highness?" Kane, who was still making preparations not far away, immediately put down the work at hand and asked excitedly after seeing her.

"Ahem." Efilar climbed up from the ruins, ignoring the dust on his body.

"Quickly, notify the Astropath and do your best to contact His Highness the Regent!"

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"Dukele, what's wrong with you?"

"My plan has been ruined by you, there is no need for us to have another dispute!" Magnus, who was sitting on the ground, noticed the change in No. 2's expression, instinctively shrank his neck, and then shouted inwardly.

This brother of his always spoke with his fists first in every communication, which indeed left a considerable psychological shadow on him.

"It's nothing. The child was disobedient and I gave him a scolding."

"The naughty kid is just disobedient. Don't look at me. The same goes for you, my stupid brother."

While he was talking, Dukel also leaned over and sat next to him.

Magnus was right, his plan had been ruined, and he himself had become his own prisoner.

The Lord of Destiny's teleportation circle is about to be completed.

There was really no need to beat him anymore at this moment.

However, after seeing Magnus's demonic form that was completely separated from human beings, he couldn't help but said,

"Brother, do you know what surprised me the most after I recovered from the loss of control? It's how you guys made yourself look like half man and half ghost, what you got after betraying mankind Don’t you feel disgusted with the devil’s body?”

"What do you know about Duke!" Magnus was furious after hearing what he said. "You are lucky. You have not experienced those bleak years, so of course you can talk nonsense!"

"Hahaha, you are right, I don't understand." Dukel said with a smile, "So what makes you feel so wronged, my brother?"

"There is nothing to be wronged about! I have never regretted my choice!" Magnus shouted, "All the misery of the empire and mankind is due to our father's indifference! If not, how could you and No. 11 be Even if he is removed from the list, Horus will not make that choice!”

"You know this very well, right, Dukel?! Our father, he is not a human being! He is a cold and heartless monster! In his eyes, we are just tools!"

Magnus became more and more excited as he spoke, his huge one eye bursting with red light, constantly accusing Dukel of the Emperor's ruthlessness.

"Okay, okay, you're like this and you still say you don't care?" Duker looked at him with a smile on his face.

"You stupid guys, you just care too much about whether the emperor loves you. You are more extreme than the other, and you also like to play some tricks."

"I didn't!" Magnus said angrily, "I will always remember that I am the pride of the Thousand Sons and the son of Prospero!"

"I am not a tool created by that man that can be wiped out at will! Never!"

Magnus denied everything about the Emperor and denied that he was a created baby.

He is the Crimson King, a wise man who peeks into the truth, and a scholar who pursues knowledge and art.

He was taken care of and taught by the scholars of Prospero. He turned Tizca from a desperate shelter into the most shining pearl of mankind; he is open-minded and compassionate to the weak.

His father in Prospero was definitely not the ruthless tyrant who sat on the throne!

He and his descendants are definitely not tools that can be wiped out at will!

Looking at Magnus's appearance, Dukel couldn't help but sigh at the old man's low emotional intelligence and the brain circuits of a problem child.

However, there is not enough time for small talk.

The light of the huge magic circle is getting brighter and brighter, and the spiritual energy in it has gathered to the peak.

"Although we are very happy, we don't have time to chat."

While speaking, Dukel picked up Magnus in his hand, punched him a few times, and waited for the magic circle to open.

Buzz! ——

After a twist, the light of the magic circle disappeared, and the two demigod Primarchs and the remains of the entire Tizca Great Pyramid disappeared in the bizarre subspace.

Under the power of the Lord of Destiny, the magic circle tore the barrier between the subspace and the physical universe, and took this behemoth to the unpredictable distant place.

Boom! ——

When the remains of the Great Pyramid fell, the huge roar shook the entire planet, and all the existences hidden in this dark world simultaneously noticed the arrival of the Primarch.

Countless roars and strange cries sounded, and the demons were eager to try. In the trap of the gods, they were bound to destroy or defect the Primarchs and win the favor of the gods.

"Duke, you are finally here!"

Although they were still very far apart, Fulgrim's hatred had already made him unbearable. The low snake sound rang in the Primarch's ears at the first moment, and the resentment contained in it was enough to scare all living beings.

"Fulgrim, you are here too?!"

The Primarch laughed after hearing this. The appearance of another demon Primarch seemed to make him feel happy.

He looked at Magnus in his hand, and sensed Fulgrim's existence through psychic energy. A sincere smile could not help but appear on his face.

What good day is today?

Double happiness!

Is this the conspiracy of the gods?

Love, love.

Duke carried Magnus for a few steps, then felt something was wrong, and threw him to the ground again.

The heavy body shook a lot of smoke and dust in the ruins of the Great Pyramid-this demon Primarch, who had been beaten all over by the Primarch at this moment, did not even have the strength to stand up.

Dukel looked at his brother and studied him carefully.

This captive must not be thrown away, but it is not convenient to take him to fight.

Although Magnus' weight was nothing to him, his huge body hindered his movement.

After a brief thought, Dukel released his mental energy and squeezed the soul and essence of the demon primarch into his head. Then the chainsaw sword hummed and cut off his neck directly.

Even the Astartes can survive for a long time after being beheaded; and as the demon primarch, Magnus's vitality is far superior to that of the Space Marines. Just be careful not to hurt his soul and essence.

Pick up the red-skinned one-eyed, giant-like head-and hang it directly on his waist.

"Number Two, you fucking! Do something!"

Magnus, who was hung on his waist, couldn't hold it anymore and started to curse.

"Hahahaha."

But the response of the demon primarch was just a series of long laughs.

Dukel, holding a blood-red chainsaw sword, jumped down from the ruins of the Great Pyramid in a few steps.

He took the initiative to walk towards the depths of this dark world -

He was still looking forward to what kind of surprises the gods had prepared for him, and he didn't know what kind of battle would be waiting for him next.

The never-extinguished fighting passion in his eyes burst to the extreme at this moment, and the extreme emotions accumulated in the beliefs of humans and green-skinned orcs ushered in the moment of catharsis.

The majestic body, which was as high as two stories, gradually disappeared in the darkness.

Galaxy Grand Arena, come if you are brave enough!