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.

He is laughing from the bottom of his heart.

——————

[For your own sake, you'd better explain clearly what you are doing.]

There were some difficulties and some obstacles, but in the end, she succeeded.

His eyes widened, veins bulged, the corners of his mouth pulled up, exposing the roots of his teeth, and his curved brows released the most terrifying power and will.

Zhuang Sen narrowed his eyes.

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.

A kind of call. In the deep forest of Caliban, in a corner that Jonson remembered, something seemed to be calling her, calling her darkest side.

She raised her head, but couldn't see the sun.

She saw a forest.

——————

[An order is an order. Since I have received the order, I will do whatever it takes to execute it. 】

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.

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.

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.

That seems to be...

A flaw, no matter how small a flaw, is just a moment when all the energy is devoted to hunting and killing, revealing that one is fully absorbed and has no time to care.

He turned around, roared and swung the blade, and the endless steel storm was released with his anger. The purgatory kingdom that was enough to destroy a thousand Astartes trembled and collapsed under this boundless anger.

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.

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

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

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

——————

Everything is dark, but it doesn't seem that dark. There seems to be some kind of light in the forest that blocks out the sky, allowing people to see everything here clearly.

She rolled her pupils and began to observe everything around her. There seemed to be no living creatures in the dense jungle, but she could hear the heavy breathing of those huge beasts and feel the sight of countless predators.

free on her skin.

[As a psyker who majors in the psychic system, usurping and playing with memories is the most common and proud trick we use in battle. If it is in a real battle, this will also be the most deadly part. 】

He lowered his head, and his face had returned to seriousness. Only the slightly wrinkled cheeks and the messy arena behind him told everything that had just happened.

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.

fury.

This is enough.

Only the dark green towering trees were seen, blocking all vision, leaving gaps in twos and threes, leaking out a few rays of light like five fingers that were not close together.

After all, it's just some involvement.

——————

very good.

The largest, most surging, and most irresistible force was unleashed like a tsunami. Morgan's soul didn't even have time to think about anything, and was knocked out, rolling straight out of Zhuangson's world. The injured

The soul fragments wailed all the way back into the body, and the sweet blood suddenly came out of the throat.

Looking at Zhuang Sen in the distance, Morgan sighed.

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.

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

Danger.

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.

——————

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.

Doubt paused on Zhuang Sen's face for a moment.

He raised his head and looked at all this.

But the point is not these, but...

【do what!】

forest.

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.

【Just as you commanded.】

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

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.

These little tricks may be able to wipe out the lives of a thousand Astartes in a moment, but they are still too simple for such a dangerous Primarch.

Then, he heard slight laughter.

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.

Morgan looked a little shaky, but she managed to steady herself and then bowed.

【Execute your orders, Your Excellency.】

【exist!】

…?

……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.

.

【No matter what.】

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.
To be continued...