The subspace, the colorful land of chaos, the place of madness and distortion of destruction, the place where the will and emotions of all living beings were projected, the battlefield of billions of chaos demons, and the home of the gods of chaos and order.
In the thick energy of the subspace and the storm, Laing found himself under a huge crystal dome. It was white and flawless, with dark blue threads and hundreds of floating crystal islands shrouding this grand temple. In the temple, there were three very, very ancient statues.
The statues were three amphibious aquatic creatures. From their appearance, they looked like frogs. The three frogs were floating in the air. They were in three different states. One held a serrated sword in its hand, one held a book in its hand, and one held a staff in its hand.
This seemed to be a temple left behind in the subspace by the ancient sages when they were still a race.
But Laing did not have time to pay attention to this at the moment.
Dozens of tentacles and pieces of rotten flesh grew out of Morgul's human form, and they forcefully entangled Leon's body. The corruption of Primal Chaos constantly seeped into Leon's body, but it also constantly collided with his power. A mass of black mud and a sky-blue shadow were entangled together.
Laing and Morgul had been fighting for three days and three nights. In the chaotic time of the subspace, only the temple of the ancient sages was peaceful.
However, right at the entrance of the main hall, Sulia was holding the Sword of Lyonasai and fighting against the countless Chaos Demons outside. The female knight had already sustained many injuries. If it weren't for the fact that the divine armor and accessories blessed by the Emperor gave Sulia endless power, as well as the fact that the Sword of Lyonasai was a divine weapon that could counter magic, Sulia would have long been devoured by the Chaos Demons.
"You shouldn't have come, Suria." After three days and three nights of hard fighting, Laing gradually suppressed Morgul's power. The Sun King said in pain, "As long as I don't die, you won't die. The spiritual runes will share our lives. Why do you have to do this?"
"Just like Teresa, I've always wanted to do something for you, my dear." Suria said softly. She was fighting a crimson Khorne demon. This Khorne demon was muscular but simple-minded. When a fire demon spat out a fireball at Suria, the female knight dodged it easily. The fireball hit the demon's head and knocked it back. Then, Suria immediately followed up with a stab, and the Sword of Lyonassai pierced through the demon's skull.
With a swing of her sword, the Khorne Demon shattered the floor of the temple. Its spine was shattered. Sulia turned around to face the Tsoki Fire Demon. Her long, curly golden hair spun in a circle. Golden flames spewed out from her sword, burning the Tsoki Fire Demon into a pile of ash.
The wave of chaos demons was temporarily pushed back. Suria held the Sword of Lyonassai tightly with both hands. She looked at the corpses and blood of the chaos demons around her. Before the next wave of attacks came, she immediately turned her attention to Laing and Morgul, who were still fighting.
At this time, Morgul was very strange. It no longer looked like a beast. On the contrary, it had taken the form of a human and looked exactly like Laing. If it weren't for the dark purple corrosion on Morgul's body, the wings behind it, and the constantly growing tentacles and spitting mud, Suria would almost think that Morgul was Laing's clone.
Now, it seemed that Laing had gained the upper hand. Morgul's power was retreating. Suria was still waiting to see, but more chaos demons rushed in. The one in the lead had a skull and a pair of wings on its back. It held a bloody axe and a brass chain in its hand. The brass armor on its body had the familiar eight sacred pillars emblem. The eight horns on its bull's face explained everything.
It was a great demon! Suria gripped the Sword of Lyonassai tightly. The female knight steadied her footsteps and prepared to deal with the powerful enemy in front of her.
On the other side, Ryan had also suppressed Morguer's power. A long psionic blade extended from the wrist of his original gray knight form, cutting off the tentacles that were entangling his body. At the same time, he stabbed his sword into Morguer's chest.
Morgul's face showed a pained expression. For a moment, Laing even felt that he had stabbed himself. Morgul had completely transformed into Laing.
"Die, Morgul. The destruction and withering you brought is over." Laing stabbed the psionic blade deep into Morgul's body. Black blood spurted out and splashed all over Laing. The original gray knight form and the shadow spawn were now entangled together like two demons. It was almost impossible to tell who was who.
"Ugh!" After suffering such a devastating blow, a stream of black blood flowed out from the corner of Mogul's mouth. Shadowborn looked down at its chest and suddenly became depressed, as if it had already recognized its fate. It gave up resisting and gave up on continuing to fight with Lionheart. It squatted down as if it had accepted its fate.
Leon's ability to purify psionic energy was superior to Morgul's corruption, and the Shadow Sin in front of him seemed to have been purified. The Shadow Sin slumped to the ground and spread his hands. "You've won, mortal. I didn't lose to you. I only lost to your unique power. Perhaps, from the moment I accepted the power of Chaos, this was already my destiny."
"Predestined? You should know that Chaos will never fulfill your wishes as you imagine. "Laing put away his psionic blade and drew Nemesis, preparing to deal the final blow to Morgul.
"I didn't do it to fulfill my wishes." At this moment, Morgul suddenly shook its head. It was like a beast for a moment, then like a human for a moment. It changed back and forth, but the only constant was helplessness. "I only did it to survive, to survive, to continue existing. I was originally a part of the Weave of Life. The wood elves symbolize prosperity, growth, lush, and evergreen to the forest. However, with the cycle of the seasons, the Weave of Life would naturally wither, decline, wither, and even be destroyed. Alai 'er wanted to take away all of this. She wanted to take me away from the Weave, which was the reason why I fell into Chaos."
"I only sought freedom, mortal!" Morgul continued. "Life itself is a cycle. All living creatures are born, grow, prosper, decline, wither, and die. However, the cowardly mortal naturally refused to decline, wither, wither, and die. That was why I was born. I want to say, what right do the wood elves have to take away my part of the Weave of Life? What right do they have to take away my freedom to wither, destroy the world, and wither the forest? "
"You are not free. You will lead the forest to destruction," Laing said indifferently.
The original Primordial Spirit somewhat understood. He now understood why no matter how many times the Primordial Spirit was destroyed, it could still be reborn. No matter where it was reborn, the Primordial Spirit would always have its eyes fixed on the Great Forest of Aziloran. That was because the concept of Primordial Spirit, which was called the Primordial Spirit, was a part of the Weave of Life of Aziloran.
"Isn't walking towards destruction also a kind of freedom? No one has the right to take away another's freedom! " Morgul's voice seemed to have some kind of magic. The shadow demon continued to shake its head. "The so-called Great Forest you protect, the so-called Order you protect, is only achieved by taking away another's freedom. How do you know that you represent the will of the Great Forest? You represent the will of mortals? No, you never did. You have the freedom to flourish, and I also have the freedom to wither. "
"… So I have the freedom to completely destroy you." Laing didn't want to debate with Morgul anymore.
From a certain point of view, he admitted that Morgul was right. Every mortal had the freedom to choose. Withering, wither, death, and destruction were also part of the Great Forest.
"Do you really have freedom? How ignorant and pathetic. "Morgul sneered. He chuckled like a child." My Lord Primordial Origin? Don't look at others. Think about yourself. You file, spanner. Do you really want to destroy me because of your own free will? You are just a tool to be used, a puppet that listens to people's words. "
"Have you ever really made a choice for yourself?" Morgul's words questioned Laing, pointing directly at his heart. "You are just a tool, walking on the path that everyone has arranged for you. Everyone is using you. Did your goddess really entrust everything to you? She can abandon you at any time and find another lover! Your woman loves you only because of your strength and status. Without these, who can you get? Do you really think that you are always making choices? "
"Repeating the same history, repeating the same mistakes. Everything is repeating itself. How sad, Gray Knight's Primordial Origin." Morgul laughed wildly. "You came out of Nord in search of freedom, but in reality, you were controlled by the Lake Fairy. You came to Marlin Castle in search of freedom, but in reality, you were schemed against by many forces. You came to the Knight King Kingdom to become a noble in search of freedom, but in reality, everyone was using you. The Lake Fairy used you to avoid the Final Moment, the Lord of Humanity used you to purify his Primordial Origin, the Enlightened Nobles used you to explore other paths, the Wood Elves used you to trade goods, and even the Dwarves used you to recover their homeland.
"You keep saying that you want to stop the Final Moment, but even this goal was placed on you by others."
Laing's face was ashen. His Primordial Origin took a step forward and swung the Goddess of Vengeance, but Morgul easily dodged and cast a spell, creating a five-colored galaxy between the two of them.
"I really doubt it, Primordial Origin. Have you ever truly used your free will to exercise your true thoughts?" Morgul stood up. In one moment, he was a human, and in the next moment, he was a demon with eyes. "I think I understand why you like stockings so much, and why you let all your women wear stockings. It's because only in that matter can you really make a decision, right? Normally, you are the Primordial Origin, the King, the husband, the Chosen Champion, the role model of a leader and a knight. You have always lived according to other people's imaginations. Only in bed do you have a bit of autonomy. How sad. Is this the treatment a Gray Knight's Primordial Origin should receive? "
"Tzeentch!!!" Laing was furious. His Primordial Origin could see that the existence in front of him was no longer Morgul, but Tzeentch's Primordial Origin! Tzeentch, one of the Four Gods of Chaos, was borrowing Morgul's body to talk to him!
"Hmm ~ Change is a good thing ~" Tzeentch, named Morgul, laughed sinisterly. He ignored Laing's roar. The Evil God's power was so great that even if Laing was in his Primordial Origin, it would be difficult for him to break through Tzeentch's defense in a short time.
Laing's attacks became stronger and stronger. His psionic energy poured out like a dragon and attacked Tzeentch's five-colored galaxy.
"Recognize the truth, my dear. You are a tool, a tool from head to toe. Everyone is using you." Tzeentch twisted his body. No matter how hard Ryan tried to block his voice, it would still enter his mind. "A tool is a tool. No matter how you strengthen it, how you transfer it, it's still a tool. It's still a tool, hehehehe ~"
"Shut up!" Laing roared furiously: "The greater the power, the greater the responsibility! This is my mission. I must follow it. If father wants me to be a tool, then I will be it. I will bring destruction and purification to the inside! "
"Hehehehe ~ Hehehe ~" Tzeentch kindly corrected Laing's "mistake" in his words: "Is that really your responsibility, is that really your mission?"
"My Primordial Origin, your intelligence is probably all focused on the two things under your belly right?" Tzeentch was ecstatic. He said ambiguously: "Is that your responsibility? That is the responsibility of the master of mankind! Is that your mission? That is the mission given to you by others! Only a pig like you who thinks with dicks. You think you are smart, you think you can control fate. You pathetic worm, you have never truly controlled yourself!!! "
"That is for the fate of mankind!" Laing said coldly. He was panting heavily. Tzeentch's five-colored galaxy was starting to crack. Laing slashed a few ripples on it.
"Aiyo ~ The fate of mankind!" Tzeentch twisted around. Its body was spinning unnaturally like a top. "Aiyo ~ Daddy's baby Laing, my dear foreign daddy Macado kidnapped you from your home and made you take on this ridiculous responsibility. What does the life and death of the humans here have to do with you? Why do you have to sacrifice so much? Your native daddy wants to use you to make you work 007 endlessly until you die. Finally, he squeezes you dry and sells you like a pig. Old capitalists, do you really think they are doing this for your own good? What are you? Oh no, without what they gave you, what are you? You are just like those little Barbie dolls that you can dress up as you like, wearing all kinds of stockings and little dresses to please you. What are you?"
After saying that, in the next second, an image appeared in front of Laing.
The world was burning, everything was dying. The space fleet of the human Empire was heading towards a planet to destroy itself.
Was mankind fighting with Chaos?
No, it was mankind fighting against mankind!
The war with Chaos had ended. The Emperor was cleansing the Primordial Origin and their army.
This wasn't real, this wasn't real! Laing shook his head desperately. He told himself that this wasn't real. He wasn't Horus. He wouldn't fall for this. Father wouldn't do this to him. His ability was unique. He was the Primordial Origin of the Gray Knights. He could purify corruption. He couldn't be replicated …
… Tool?
"Come on, baby, tell me loudly. You are just a tool. You know very well that you are just a tool. You have already abandoned yourself. Come on, tell me!" Tzeentch continued to chuckle, "Putting aside your strength, you are actually nothing. Are you brave? Are you great? You're just copying what your predecessors did. You can't even copy their homework well. You're just flattering them and letting them do what they want to do happily. You're still complacent and self-righteous. Isn't the title of Sun King very nice to hear? I see that you are very happy. I am a tool, a high-level tool! A tool above all! "
Laing really wanted to shout out loud. That's right, I am a tool in father's hands. I am the Blade of the Emperor. I have already recognized my destiny. You can't bewitch me no matter what. I am not Horus. I am not one of those fallen Primordial Origin. I …
But, was he really willing to accept this?
A deep stab of pain pierced Laing's heart.
Something was broken.
In the deepest part of his heart, Laing had always been proud and complacent.
He was a transmigrator. He was the one chosen by the Emperor. He was the Primordial Origin of the Gray Knights. He was different. Not only did he obtain the power of the Emperor, but he also obtained the inheritance of the Prime Minister of the Empire, Marcador.
He was destined to be extraordinary since he was born. He also did so because of his uniqueness and irreplaceable nature. He also felt that with such special power and Primordial Origin identity, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility. He had to bear the responsibility of stopping the Final Moment. He would work hard for this.
Even among the Primordial Origin, Laing felt that he was different.
But, was he really different? Then, what did it mean when he despised Ruth, that stupid wolf?
In the distance, Suria was covered in blood. She was still resisting the Chaos Demons. At the same time, she was anxiously saying something to Laing. However, Laing couldn't hear a word. The Primordial Origin was in a battle with itself.
I'm not a tool.
But if something looks like a tool, uses a tool, and performs a tool, then it's a tool.
No, I wasn't a tool in the beginning. I was just a mortal … But after I was chosen by the Emperor, I became a tool.
Ryan angrily gave up on this idea. He frantically tried to think of something that could counter this logic and make sense of it.
In theory, from the moment I was chosen by the Emperor, I was a tool … In practice, I'm also a tool.
No, I'm not a tool!
In theory, my father and Macado created me to purify the original body, to give the rotten corpse on the golden throne a second chance, to prevent the birth of the Moment of Doom and the second Eye of Fear. I knew very well that I was still a tool.
"No! I'm not a tool! " The Primordial Origin finally roared. The Primordial Origin, who was thinking about all the problems, almost caused him to split. Laing's face was full of blue veins, and he was in extreme pain.
The Primordial Origin had been waiting for this moment. As the Gray Knight's Primordial Origin's spirit fluctuated violently, his perfect defense finally showed a flaw.
Now! In the Primordial Origin, the Four Gods of Primordial Origin had already reached an agreement in advance. Taking advantage of the moment when Laing's spirit was split, they simultaneously cast their powerful blessings on Laing!
Morgul's body suddenly exploded. Two tentacles burst out and pierced into Laing's open mouth. The thick tentacles opened and went along his esophagus. Four streams of Primordial Origin energy poured into Laing's body at the same time, quickly distorting and corroding everything!
The craziest echoes came from the subspace. It was the roar of victory of the Four Gods of Primordial Origin.
From the beginning, from the moment Morgul appeared, it was all part of Tzeentch's plan.
That was how the former War Commander Horus had been corrupted.
"Laing is dead!"
"We've won this round!"
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