Lion.

knight.

Butcher.

Attendant.

dagger.

Great sword.

forest.

Forge.

When Leon Jonson walked slowly dragging his sword, countless words accompanied his steps, bursting out in an instant, like violent waves crashing against the fragile cliff.

into Morgan's mind.

This is an instinctive, uncontrollable judgment, the silent scream of all the senses in the body in the face of danger.

Danger.

A more terrifying danger than Magnus, more than Perturabo, more than anyone she had ever faced.

Through the gap in the helmet, she could see Zhuang Sen's half-closed eyes, just like a lion wandering wantonly in the afternoon sun. His green pupils moved at will, shooting out dangerous shots.

light.

Morgan reacted almost instinctively.

She stretched out a hand and poured out a few notes, and a violent hurricane roared out from her fingertips. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the temperature and air in the huge venue, turning into waves that could destroy mountains, making this person who had been reflected

The space enhanced by the psychic device erupted with an overwhelming sound.

Jonson raised his eyelids and watched the storm that was enough to tear apart armor and skin. His frozen face did not change even a little bit because of this ferocious wave. The Primarch of the First Legion just flipped his wrist and caught it.

His big sword struck from bottom to top.

Like the claws of a beast tearing through the tough linen, a rough sound exploded in the arena, marking the death cry of the psychic wind that was enough to withstand the Astartes squad.

【I said...with all my strength.】

【At all costs, by any means necessary, you'd better understand these two words.】

Zhuang Sen raised his head, and in his field of vision, Morgan had disappeared.

Then, he heard slight laughter.

【As you wish, Your Excellency.】

After the strong wind was strangled, Morgan's figure had disappeared. Zhuangson rolled his eyes and spotted her at the far end of the arena.

In the sight of the Primarch, Morgan took a deep breath, and the freezing frost spread from all corners. The temperature in the arena dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white frost covered everyone.

The edge of a sharp blade was swallowed up, and the sharply dropped temperature invaded from the cracks in the armor, piercing the Primarch's senses.

Zhuang Sen spat out a long line of white frost. Along with this obvious cooling, he could feel a slight lag in the joints of his arms. The Primarch gently turned his wrist, and this feeling disappeared.

trace.

very good.

He looked at the psyker in the distance, waiting for her next move.

——————

At the other end of the arena, Morgan snapped his fingers, letting an invisible shell protect his body, and then frowned.

When she saw Zhuang Sen's giant-like body, she almost instinctively began to whisper about the psychic powers of the biochemical system: overloading the blood, crushing the heart, or letting the darkness of blindness sweep over the enemy's senses. These mainly attack the physical body.

Spells are best suited for this indestructible opponent.

But the next moment she realized that such a method was useless against Jonson. As both Primarchs, Morgan knew very well what kind of vague essence was hidden under the human skin of her and Jonson. That was impossible to use any method.

This weird creation that cannot be explained by medical knowledge is a Frankenstein walking in the interstellar age.

Looking at Zhuang Sen in the distance, Morgan sighed.

This breath is entrenched in the kingdom of ice that can freeze an army, spiraling up in the endless space, like a dancing girl lifting up her skirt, suddenly exploding on the interlaced ice marks, spiraling out a thick wall of fog

, covering the entire arena.

Then, Morgan cut off a strand of hair and began his plan.

——————

Zhuang Sen narrowed his eyes.

Although this mist containing power was enough to disrupt the senses and instruments of the Astartes warriors, when the lion's consciousness penetrated it, there was still no resistance worth mentioning.

Through the mist, his consciousness grasped Morgan's location...

…?

……more than one?

In front, behind, left front, right front... Even the ceiling directly above him was filled with Morgan's almost unique cold aura, as if she had branched out into thousands of ways in an instant, surrounding Zhuang Sen.

.

The next moment, Zhuang Sen knew that his hunch was correct, because thousands of attacks had already hit him from all directions.

From the invisible mist, the door of Hades was opened by the sniggering rebels, and the whirlwind of death from thousands of miles below rushed towards us. In its whimpering, it moved forward with the most terrifying power and intention.

Destroy everything in sight.

First of all, it is lightning, thunder, the sound of divine punishment falling from the sky. Along with the rumbling sound, millions of human-eating electric currents are swept up, just like the god of thunder in the wilderness raising his palm high and holding it into a

With his crackling fists, he unstoppably attempted to destroy the world, and countless dark clouds and storms swept down, singing loudly along with the most savage roars.

What is more dazzling than the light of thunder and lightning is the flame, the ice-blue flame that never goes out. It emerges from the endless frozen land, burning the most deadly high temperature on the deepest cold, like a

A happy execution queen walked among the dead subjects. She screamed and formed another ice-blue high-temperature storm, causing the endless space to continuously jump between the two extremes of cold and heat.

This converges into a sharp whip, torturing the joints and skin without stopping even for a moment.

After the most violent fire storm, the air was filled with the smell of corrosion and stench. Only dark sharp arrows were seen striking from the farthest corners. This ordinary rain of arrows was incomparable with the fiery storm.

When they met, they melted into a vicious flow in an instant, rushing towards their target from the most sinister angle. The boiling bubbles and twisted air told of its power. Even the power armor of the Astartes must

Yield in front of this most corrosive turbulence.

Thunder, flames, and corrosion, these three storms are rushing through the never-ending wall of fog. They are expanding rapidly like gluttonous monsters. In a few breaths, they have become enough to occupy the entire space and whip any individual.

Every corner of this huge creature must be subjected to these three baptisms. There is no way to escape it. There is no escape.

And if these are not enough, then there is a final net at the top of the room. It is a net that is slowly tightening. It is a net intertwined with invisible threads. It covers

The dome covering the entire space reveals the sharp edge poured out by the silk thread, which is enough to tear apart the mountain peaks and legions.

Everything was formed in a few breaths. With Morgan's breath, a smile, and a sigh, it swept across. She stretched out her finger and clicked, and the time of these few breaths was deleted, those

The vicious tide completed its mission of expansion in an instant and became a weapon that pressed against the Primarch one after another.

Zhuang Sen's blond hair danced strangely because of the sudden disappearance of a few seconds. He closed his eyes, relying only on his own will rather than his sight, to swim through thousands of turbulent streams that were either manic, fiery, or sour.

He moved his steps while letting the temperature change back and forth between dryness and freezing, leaving horrific scars on his power armor.

And these are not enough.

He opened his eyes, only to see the swords, guns, swords and halberds that should have been placed on the edge flying with the strong wind. They stabbed hard on the ground, and the endless ice layer instantly enveloped them, accompanied by a strange light,

These weapons exploded like expanded bird eggs, and out of them jumped out more than a dozen of the most deformed beasts driven purely by psychic energy. The smallest of them was ten meters tall.

Zhuang Sen laughed, and the corners of his mouth raised at the most stingy angle.

He raised his head and looked at all this.

The originally wide arena has become a kingdom of purgatory that can only exist in endless heroes or hell poems: endless ice is eroding the earth, releasing cold air hundreds of degrees below zero all the time, making his joints occasionally

Sound.

Above the eternal ice kingdom, the storm is like the whisper of death, carrying three arrogant forces. The thunder falling from the sky turns into a battle ax that destroys all things. The sweeping flames swallow up reason and body temperature, and the vicious filth flows in

The prosperity in every corner of his sight turned into thousands of sharp arrows, corroding his armor.

He turned his head to avoid the blow that ripped through the air, and then swung the knife almost casually, causing the several-meter-high beast's head to roll to the ground, where it was frozen and corroded in the blink of an eye.

Killing and death have completely aroused the ferocity of these psychic beasts. These tall-building-like monsters keep roaring, casting huge shadows, which are filled with strong winds, flames, thunder, and rotten water.

Amidst the rain of arrows from the sky, they rushed towards Zhuang Sen.

The Primarch watched all this.

He is laughing.

He is laughing from the bottom of his heart.

——————

When all this happened, the hair that Morgan had pulled out had just fallen to the ground.

She blinked her dead pupils and felt Zhuang Sen strolling through thousands of deadly psychic torrents, cutting off the heads of those giant beasts one after another.
To be continued...