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In this way, He came to this strange planet.

What comes into view is a vast expanse of desolate desert, occupying most of the planet's surface.

Cities are scattered among the few oases.

In this vast land, there are not only undulating and magnificent mountains, but also lush forests stretching in all directions, outlining a unique landscape.

The "City of Light" located in the center of the planet is surrounded by mountains.

The climate here is mild and the sunshine is warm and pleasant, like a shining pearl inlaid on the planet.

However, the Burner frowned at this moment, because he felt the presence of various psychics on this planet, and that breath made him extremely disgusted.

He turned his gaze towards the city, and saw that it was dotted with obsidian obelisks engraved with runes, majestic pyramids reaching into the sky, tall Doric-style stone pillars arranged in neat rows, and numerous lifelike silver lion statues dotted among them.

These unique architectural styles intertwine to create a city that is both mysterious and magnificent, but in the eyes of the Burning Man, it is nothing more than an object it is about to conquer.

The Burner was looking around when he suddenly heard a stern scolding.

Following the sound, I saw a tall red giant, angrily scolding a cyborg wearing a mask resembling a bull's horns, "Ahriman, what kind of alien did you just summon? Prospero was almost drowned."

The cyborg called Ahriman lowered his head at this time, looking as if he didn't dare to say a word.

Then, the giant named Magnus said, "Fortunately, I opened a portal and teleported them all away. Otherwise, our legion's exploration of new directions would have been delayed again in the next few days."

His words revealed both dissatisfaction with Ahriman's reckless behavior and a hint of relief.

The Burner watched the scene with interest.

"Hey, that sunburned psychic Ogryn over there, and that masked cyborg, were you the ones who opened the portal?"

The Burner said this in an extremely arrogant tone.

He considered himself to be the pinnacle of the real universe, even though it was now shattered, and even though he was once enslaved by his group of Necron slaves, in his heart, how could the Ogryn and the cyborgs in front of him be his opponents?

"If you had let me come here, I would have been merciful and let you become my chief slave." The Burner continued to speak nonsense.

Hearing this, Magnus and Ahriman, one older and one younger, couldn't help but look at each other, both with astonishment in their eyes.

A thought came to their minds at the same time: Doesn’t this guy know who I am?

You know, Magnus is the Primarch, one of the noblest beings in the human empire.

This arrogant guy who appeared out of nowhere actually looked down on them so much, which really shocked and angered people.

Magnus did not reply immediately, and the spiritual energy around him began to surge like a turbulent undercurrent.

In his hands, the power of thunder and lightning that was enough to destroy the planet was madly gathering and brewing. The tremendous energy made the surrounding air tremble.

The next second, he rushed towards the flaming human figure in front of him, the Burner, at an extremely fast speed like a red meteor.

As the distance got closer, something strange happened. The incredibly powerful psychic thunder in Magnus's hand began to gradually weaken.

But even so, he still blasted out the power of thunder without hesitation.

"Boom!" The Burner was hit hard in an instant, and the whole body was blown away by the powerful impact force. His body plowed a deep charcoal mark on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" The Burner was filled with disbelief. He couldn't figure out how it was possible for a psychic to use his psychic powers so freely in front of him.

He thought quickly and concluded that the man in front of him could not be an ancient saint because he did not have the unique aura of a creative soul.

"No, that's not right." The Burner suddenly seemed to realize something and was horrified. "This guy, this guy, he is, he is a Warp entity in human skin."

He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, damn it! How could so many beings hide their true identities and wear human skin?" At this moment, the Burner was shocked, and at the same time, he was more afraid of the unknown. He knew very well that this guy in front of him who looked like a human was by no means an easy character to deal with.

However, the Burner quickly regained his composure, thinking to himself that he would not escape so easily again.

After all, the red-skinned Ogryn in front of him is not an ancient saint, but just a subspace entity covered in human skin. What is there to be afraid of?

As he thought of this, the flames on the Burner's body suddenly burned violently. The fire was so fierce that it even made the surrounding space and dimensions crackle.

The sound was like countless firecrackers exploding at the same time, making people's eardrums hurt.

The raging flames spread wildly, as if turning everything in front of it into ashes. The Burner exuded a strong aura of destruction. With an almost insane attitude, it prepared to start a more intense battle with Magnus.

Magnus felt the powerful destructive force released by the Burning One, but did not retreat at all.

He danced his hands quickly, outlining complex and mysterious psychic runes in the air.

As the runes took shape, an even more powerful psychic energy surged out of his body, like an invisible force, forcibly resisting the Burner's raging flames that tried to devour everything.

Psychic energy and flames collided violently in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling rays of light, and each collision caused violent vibrations in space.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the surrounding terrain began to twist and deform rapidly, and huge cracks appeared on the originally solid ground, as if the earth was torn into countless wounds.

Seeing this, Ahriman knew that the situation was critical and he must assist the Primarch with all his strength.

He muttered something and waved his hands continuously, summoning more runes emitting strange light from the ground.

These runes slowly rose into the air, surrounding Magnus and rotating like satellites, continuously providing him with additional psychic support.

The Burner grew increasingly enraged when he saw his fire attack was blocked by Magnus.

It stomped its foot suddenly, and the ground collapsed instantly. With it as the center, a huge pillar of fire shot up into the sky. Various hideous and terrifying flame phantoms appeared faintly in the pillar of fire, as if they were evil spirits from hell, pouncing towards Magnus with fangs and claws.

Magnus frowned, knowing full well that this attack was no small feat. He took a deep breath, gathered all his spiritual energy between his hands, and then thrust forward violently.

A shining psychic shield was formed instantly, firmly blocking the surging fire phantom.

The moment the flames came into contact with the shield, a sharp hissing sound was heard, and the light and flames intertwined together, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.

The power of both sides was deadlocked, and it was difficult to determine the winner for a while, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning of the war, and more intense confrontations were still to come. Each side was accumulating strength, waiting for the best opportunity to give the other side a fatal blow.

In this tense and intense standoff, the Burning One suddenly changed his strategy. No longer relying solely on a blistering attack with fire, he instead transformed some of his flaming power into blazing chains of fire, rapidly shooting them towards Magnus from different directions.

These fire chains were like nimble poisonous snakes, extremely fast and at tricky angles, trying to bypass the psychic shield and attack Magnus directly.

Magnus's eyes flashed and he reacted quickly.

While maintaining his psychic shield to resist the frontal fire attack, he separated part of his psychic energy and wove a dense psychic grid around himself.

When the fire chains touched the psychic grid, a series of "sizzling" sounds were heard, as if they were electrocuted, and the fire chains' forward momentum was greatly curbed. However, several fire chains still broke through the grid and approached Magnus.

At this critical moment, Ahriman took action in time.

He swung his staff, and an ice-blue psychic beam shot towards the few fire chains that had escaped the net. Upon contact, the beam and the fire chains reacted violently, rapidly freezing them and transforming into burning chunks of ice that fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Chapter 328: Magnus is just stupid, not bad, he has a good heart.

The Burning One let out a deafening roar, and the blue flames around him distorted the space and swept towards Magnus and Ahriman like a raging tsunami.

Wherever it passed, space shattered into pieces, revealing inky black cracks in the void, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

Magnus shouted loudly, and the golden psychic ball above his head instantly released thousands of feet of light, as dazzling as a newborn sun.

The psychic light ball rushed forward and collided head-on with the overwhelming blue flames.

In an instant, the two earth-shattering forces collided with each other, and the erupting energy impact formed a huge mushroom cloud that spread in all directions.

The intense light made the entire planet as bright as day. The huge roar caused the mountains on the surface of the planet to tremble and collapse, and the ocean to produce huge waves hundreds of meters high.

Wherever the energy impact went, everything was ruthlessly destroyed, whether it was solid rocks or dense forests, they were all turned into powder in an instant.

In the center of this energy storm, Magnus and Ahriman gritted their teeth and tried their best to maintain the psychic shield.

The psychic shield trembled violently under the impact of the flames, and its light flickered, as if it would shatter at any time.

The Burner was not feeling well either. Its body made of flames kept swaying under the impact of psychic energy. Part of the flames were even forcibly peeled off and dissipated into the void.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, Ahriman keenly sensed a slight fluctuation in the Burner's power output.

He had an idea and immediately passed this discovery to Magnus.

Magnus understood, and the two of them exerted their strength at the same time, concentrating their spiritual energy on

At one point, it struck hard towards the location where the Burner's power was fluctuating.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a gap finally appeared in the Burner's fire defense line.

Magnus and Ahriman seized this fleeting opportunity, increased their psychic output, and like a sharp blade, pierced through the gap into the Burner's defense.

The Burner let out a painful roar, his body began to tremble violently, and the flames became dim.

The Burner suffered this heavy blow, as if being dragged back to the tragic Battle in Heaven in the past, and once again truly felt the power of psychic attacks that was enough to terrify it.

This power had caused it great pain in previous battles, and at this moment, the familiar pain swept through its body again.

The flames that were originally burning fiercely on his body seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, and instantly dimmed a little.

The jumping flames were no longer strong, and the light became dim, no longer releasing the breath of destruction as wantonly as before.

The Burner at this moment was like a wounded beast. Although he still exuded a dangerous aura, he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

Although the Burning One was severely injured, He had a strong desire to survive and was unwilling to be defeated.

He endured the pain, mobilized the remaining strength in his body, and tried to make a final struggle.

The dim flame flickered again. Although it was not as hot and fierce as before, it was faintly revealed with a sense of determination.

Magnus and Ahriman looked at each other and tacitly gathered their psychic energy again.

Magnus was surrounded by a psychic glow. He waved his hands, outlining more complex and powerful runes in the air. The runes shone with golden light, continuously absorbing the psychic power of the surrounding space.

Ahriman muttered something, and the top of the staff glowed with light. Threads of psychic energy extended from the staff, interweaving with the runes summoned by Magnus, forming a tight psychic net.

The Star God is a very good being and needs to be captured alive.

Seeing this, the Burner let out an unwilling roar.

He gathered all of his remaining strength above his head, forming a giant blue fireball.

Electric arcs kept flashing and crackling on the surface of the fireball, containing a heart-pounding destructive power.

As the fireball continued to expand, the surrounding space was distorted again, and new cracks appeared on the ground that was already devastated by the energy impact.

The Burner suddenly launched a fireball towards Magnus and Ahriman. The fireball streaked across the sky like a meteor, tearing the space apart wherever it passed, leaving a dark trail.

Magnus and Ahriman reacted instantly, thrusting their interwoven webs of psychic energy forward in an attempt to block the blow.

The moment the psychic net came into contact with the red fireball, the entire space seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening roar, and the energy once again spread wildly around with the center of the explosion as the origin.

The strong light made it impossible for people to open their eyes. The powerful impact flattened the surrounding mountains to the ground. The originally calm ocean was also stirred up by huge waves, and the sea water rolled and boiled.

In this violent energy impact, Magnus and Ahriman tried their best to maintain psychic defense, their figures looming in the vortex of light and energy.

The Burner was staggering in the aftermath of the explosion, its body becoming increasingly illusory, its flames almost extinguished, and it seemed to be on the verge of running out of fuel.

The Burner took advantage of the chaos caused by the energy shock and fled towards the starry sky with all his might, wanting only to rush into space and escape the deadly predicament before him.

He was filled with regret. He had thought that the creature in front of him was just an ordinary Warp creature, but he never expected that it was a young Warp God. His luck was simply terrible.

Since awakening, he first encountered the servants of the Ancients, then ran into the young god of the Warp, and Ahriman, the cyborg who could use psychic power. A series of unexpected situations made it exhausted to deal with them, and now it has reached a critical moment of life and death.

The Burner flew upwards recklessly, the faint flame remaining on his body swaying in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment.

The Star God knew that if he couldn't take this opportunity to escape, he would surely die here.

He was extremely anxious and increased his speed to the extreme, causing ripples in the surrounding space. He just wanted to get away from this terrible battlefield as soon as possible.

Magnus keenly sensed the Burner's intention to escape, so how could he let this dangerous being go so easily?

"We can't let him get away!" Magnus shouted, his voice drowning out the roar of the energy explosions around him.

The Primarch immediately used his psychic power to create a powerful psychic barrier in the space in front of the Burner, trying to block its escape route.

The psychic barrier shone with golden light, standing in front of the Burner like an indestructible wall.

The Burner was unable to dodge and crashed into the barrier with a dull sound.

He was bounced back, his body swaying in the air.

Ahriman also acted quickly, waving his staff and releasing a series of psychic tracking bullets.

These tracking bullets, with long psychic tails, were like a group of nimble falcons, locking onto the Burner and whizzing towards it.

The Burner was horrified when he saw this.

He twisted his body hastily, trying to avoid the attack of the psychic tracking bullet.

However, he was already seriously injured from the previous battle and his movements were slow. Although he barely avoided several tracking bullets, two of them still hit him.

Following two explosions, the Burner's body was impacted again, the flames became weaker, and several obvious gaps appeared on his body, with wisps of black smoke coming out.

However, the Burner's desire to survive is extremely strong.

He endured the pain, changed direction, and continued to flee towards the starry sky.