Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 257. 248. This Demon Is Not That Demon

The moment the psychic spark lit up, everything seemed to be slowed down.

The mortals were screaming, running, and the Space Marines were trying to reach their Primarch, but it was too far away and too fast.

Donne was roaring, Guilliman was yelling something, and the angel was sipping his wine and observing everyone's situation.

To everyone's surprise, facing Magnus' attack, Mortarion just slowly raised his hands, making a helpless gesture of spreading his hands.

He didn't try to block, resist, or dodge.

Faced with Mortarion's seemingly mocking behavior, Magnus roared, and the brightness of the psionic arc instantly brightened, dazzling sparks exploded in the entire hall.

If he just wanted to give Mortarion a warning, now he needs to make the brother realize that psionic power can make him suffer.

The bright lightning flashed instantly, and the snake-like lightning rushed straight towards Mortarion, with sharp fangs, biting Mortarion's throat hissingly!

At the last moment, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of Mortarion's mouth under the mask.

The angel stood up, holding the saber by his waist.

——Black—Domain—Down—Pro——

For a moment, as if for just a moment, everything in the hall became gray, boring, and nauseating. The voices of all people in the senses disappeared, and an indescribable sense of exhaustion clinged to their souls.

But in an instant, that feeling disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was an illusion of everyone. People stopped their previous actions in surprise, and looked at each other in disbelief in panic, as if they were asking what happened?
No one dared to speak, and the entire banquet hall suddenly became comically quiet.

Even the Primarch seemed to pause, and Guilliman and Dorn realized what was happening, but they didn't understand what it was.

Look to the center of the stage.

In front of Mortarion, a man in a hood stood. He held up the pitch-black sickle in his hand. The sickle blade exuded a dim light, just blocking the position where the psychic lightning rushed towards Mortarion.

People dare not look directly at that existence, and a strong sense of hatred prevents them from prying into the truth. A few people have the courage to glance, but they are blocked by hoods and shadows.

They could only vaguely perceive that there was a monster dormant in the shadow under the hood.

And the giant python that was neighing just now and baring its teeth and claws has long since disappeared. It disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all.

Mortarion spread out his hands, he seemed to think of something funny, and chuckled with satisfaction,
"You asked me just now, what do we use to kill psionic species?"

"Now you know."

Mortarion looked at Magnus defiantly,

On the opposite side of Mortarion, Magnus raised his hand tremblingly, pointing to the existence in front of Mortarion,

"What is this?"

Dirty, profane, incomprehensible, negative, makes Magnus feel like throwing up,
Magnus let out a scream of rage and terror,

"what is this?!"

A black hole like a two-dimensional painting suddenly appeared in the vast ocean, emitting a hollow hum that was unbearable to Magnus. He saw it, and he saw it with his own eyes just now. People's emotions, fear, and panic were all overwhelmed. Devoured by that monster.

This is a blasphemy that Magnus has never understood, and that has never been recorded in the vast ancient books. This is a crime that no intelligent person can bear, and it is a scum that the gods spurn.

Around it, Magnus even recognized the psychic blockade from his father, no, no, no, is Mortarion driving the monster sealed by his father?

How dare he?He, how, dare? !

Magnus yelled, with overwhelming rage,

"Mortarion, you, you are raising demons?!"

Mortarion raised his eyebrows, Hades seemed to laugh, Mortarion didn't know why Hades laughed, he just felt angry,
The hoarse words of the Lord of Death are mixed with anger,

"What the hell did you say?"

"Otherwise what is that?! It's a demon! What are you doing?! Mortarion!"

Mortarion took a deep breath.

The anger in his eyes settled down, like the last calm before the storm.

Mortarion bowed his head and took Hades' scythe in his hand,

The Lord of Death said to Hades,

"Lend me."

Then with an inexplicable force, Mortarion drew the scythe obituary out of Hades' hand.

Hades looked at him in surprise, and the Primarch muttered in a low voice,
"You can open the black domain."

Hades blinked, looking at his empty hands in surprise, no, huh?

But Mortarion was already holding a scythe, striding towards Magnus. Surprisingly, facing Mortarion who was advancing silently, Magnus was retreating.

Mortarion took a step forward, and Magnus took a step back cursing, and at the same time, the psychic sparks around Magnus became brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter like a warning.

Mortarion was unmoved, and pointed his scythe directly at Magnus, on which there was a great deal of power

Ahriman rushed over with the few remaining panicked Thousand Sons, but to Hades' surprise, they did not help Magnus, but surrounded Hades instead.

Hades swallowed, and estimated that at this distance, if he wanted to make Magnus lose most of his combat power, then the Thousand Sons around him could directly reopen.

Wait, someone can help me, Jia Luo, where is Jia Luo? !
Oh, Garro went to help Mortarion.

Hey!
Hades quickly estimated that he couldn't shoot, and on the premise of losing the scythe. If he directly pressed Heiyu, he was afraid that something would happen to Ahriman. After all, psykers still rely on the integrity of their souls. What.

Hmm. Hades raised his eyes and saw that the remaining three Primarchs had already started to move, so Mortarion wished for luck!
The flash of psychic energy moved around Ahriman, and Ahriman spoke calmly, but Hades could hear the faint trill in his mouth,

"You can't hurt my father, monster, what the hell are you?"

Hades sighed.
"It's just an ordinary untouchable."

The next moment, the lightning around Ahriman instantly dimmed, and a fist with a black domain rushed towards Ahriman.

"Calm down, two, calm down."

The angel pressed Magnus, and the wings of the archangel had been fully opened, emitting a radiant light in the hall,
"That's a monster! Sanguinius! You saw it too! Let me go! I'm going to catch it!"

"I don't think Mortarion would be pleased with what you say about his brood."

Dorn and Guilliman held down Mortarion together. Compared to Magnus, Mortarion was still struggling desperately, as if he wanted to crawl over and give Magnus a big mouth.

"What the hell are you talking about?! You dirty wizard?! Are you qualified to judge my commander?!"

"Shut up! You're disgracing the Primarch's face by arguing over a matter of tongue!"

"You still represent the empire!!!"

Dorn growled angrily, as if he wanted to strike each of the two Primarchs with a sword.

At the last moment of Mortarion's scythe, the angel moved, parrying Mortarion's scythe with his sword, and at the same time flapped his wings, breaking Magnus' spell.

Donne and Guilliman followed Sanguinius closely. The angel handed Mortarion over to the two with confidence. Mortarion, who had nothing else in his eyes, was taken away by Donne. He fell on his back and was held down by two primarchs.

Magnus was also struggling, but the angel felt that his struggle was not that great, and Sanguinius held Magnus down smoothly as if he hadn't noticed this.

Guilliman sighed, the tired-looking Lord of Macragge having no intention of joining the angry and childish exchange of trash-talk between his brothers, and over the comm channel, the Lord of Macragge commanded the remaining panic-stricken Mortals.

The Ultramarines he brought also restored and maintained the order of the audience under his will, minimizing the impact of the fight between the two Primarchs.

On the other side, Hades looked shyly at the Thousand Sons who had fallen to the ground. He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly at the Imperial Fist and the Blood Angels who had come up to fight.

"That... I didn't provoke you first."

Hades reached out, showing as much sincerity as he could, he didn't even have a weapon.

He was innocent, forced to fight back, had just cause, should have been acquitted.

However, he was still surrounded by the Imperial Fists and the Blood Angels, like a prisoner captured at the scene, although the victim was not dead, but was still lying on the ground moaning.

Stop screaming, Hades said silently in his heart, he didn't play hard, it's just that these thousand sons rely too much on spiritual power.

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(End of this chapter)