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.

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.

He is laughing.

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【Although this means danger.】

The Primarch watched all this.

call……

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

Jonson had a straight face, and his face seemed no different from before, except that the ripples wrinkled by rage seemed to have disappeared with time.

Morgan reacted almost instinctively.

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.

Her soul was screaming, and the longbow that had been ready for use couldn't wait to play, shooting the sharp arrow of the spirit.

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

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.

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

She entered Zhuang Sen's memory, his heart.

Fury burned within the Primarch.

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.

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.

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.

【you!】

While Morgan was still having a headache and coughing up blood from the impact, the black figure had already rushed in front of her from the center of the arena.

[Since the task I have been given is to simulate the most realistic psychic battle scene, then I will naturally choose such detection spells, because these are the things and dangers that will appear in real battles. 】

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

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.

A glimmer of light flashed in her blue pupils. When Zhuang Sen cut off almost all the heads and ran towards the last and largest psychic beast, she finally caught a chance.

【I said...with all my strength.】

Zhuang Sen watched the offended mortal in front of him regain his balance before speaking slowly, his voice was like a living iceberg.

【As you wish, Your Excellency.】

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.

And these are not enough.

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【play hard.】

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.

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.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak. But even so, Morgan could still tell that he didn't seem to believe his words at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Sen turned around and returned to the center of the arena.

His new order also came with bloody rumors.

【continue.】
Chapter completed!