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When Kabanha was in an advantageous position, he still despised and ridiculed Guilliman.

The big demon pulled out an arc that human facial muscles simply couldn't do, grinned a mouth full of jagged fangs, and revealed a ferocious smile.

The ax handle of the Butcher's Blade turned half a circle in its palm, and knocked the original body back again. The magma on the ax blade dripped onto the rock shell, and white smoke emitted.

It looked down at Guilliman, who had regained his balance a few meters away, and could feel the delay in the onset of old injuries on the imperial regent's body expanding.

After each exchange of swords and axes, Guilliman's speed of getting up decreased, and his steps became weaker and weaker.

Kabanha squeezed out a mocking laugh from his chest, put the Butcher's Blade on his shoulder, folded the bat wings in half, and walked slowly around Guilliman in a half circle.

"Imperial Regent."

The demon's burning eyes scanned Guilliman from top to bottom like a prey that was about to die, and its voice rolled out softly from the depths of its throat, malicious and blasphemous:

"After lying here for ten thousand years, I see you are getting worse and worse after you wake up."

Guilliman responded by leveling the Emperor's Sword again, facing it, and regaining his breathing.

Kabanha stopped.

It raised the Butcher's Blade and tapped Guilliman with the tip of the ax: "Softfoot Shrimp, you are a Softfoot Shrimp. Fighting with you is simply an insult to my status as a great demon. No wonder your brothers look down on you."

Guilliman pursed his lips slightly, but his blue eyes were neither angry nor evasive. He still stared at the big demon through his visor, calmly.

His fingers tightened on the hilt of the Emperor's Sword, his grip still steady.

Kabanha was amused by his silence.

It laughed, took the giant ax off its shoulder, dragged the ax blade on the ground, and took another step closer to Guilliman: "The regent who founded the Second Empire ten thousand years ago is very talkative. Honor, loyalty, and the future of mankind! Hahahahahaha!"

The big devil revealed what Guilliman least wanted to remember.

Kabanha locked Guilliman's red eyepiece condescendingly, and the crack at the corner of his mouth widened a bit.

It continued: "How long did you last when you were fighting your traitorous brother? Huh? How many seconds did it take from being stabbed to falling to your knees? I remember it was very - very fast. Your honor guard was shocked and rushed to protect you. How many of your children died to let you live for a few more seconds? Huh?"

"..." Guilliman rushed forward suddenly, and the Emperor's Sword went straight to Kabanha's head.

But his speed is too slow now, and his attack is directly deflected by Kabanha.

Kabanha shook his head contemptuously: "Trash."

The Emperor's sword and the brass ax collided fiercely again.

But now Kabanha is obviously more comfortable.

During the fight, it used its ferocious giant face to get close to Guilliman's visor, so close that there was less than an arm's length between the two giants.

The hot breath of sulfur and rust sprayed on Guilliman's helmet. It stared into the eyes behind the original armor and kept sarcastic:

"You are far worse than your brother."

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