The moment the psychic spark lit up, everything seemed to slow down.
The mortals screamed and fled, and the Space Marines tried to reach their Primarch, but the distance was too great and the time was too fast.
Dorn was roaring, Guilliman was shouting something, and the angel was sipping his drink, observing everyone's situation.
To everyone's surprise, facing Magnus' attack, Mortarion simply raised his hands slowly and made a helpless gesture.
He didn't try to block, resist, or dodge.
Faced with Mortarion's seemingly mocking behavior, Magnus roared, and the brightness of the psychic arc instantly increased, exploding dazzling sparks throughout the hall.
If he just wanted to give Mortarion a warning just now, now he needed to make this brother realize that psychic power could cause him trouble.
Brilliant lightning suddenly burst out, and the lightning like a python rushed straight towards Mortarion, with sharp fangs, hissing at Mortarion's throat!
At the last moment, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Mortarion's mouth under his mask.
The angel stood up and grasped the sword at his waist.
—The Black Domain—Descends—
In an instant, as if it was only a moment, everything in the hall became gray, boring, and disgusting. All the voices in the senses disappeared, and an indescribable feeling of exhaustion clung to their souls.
But in an instant, that feeling disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was an illusion of the crowd. People stopped their previous actions in surprise and looked at each other in disbelief and panic, as if asking what had happened
No one dared to speak, and the entire banquet hall suddenly fell comically silent.
Even the Primarchs seemed to pause, Guilliman and Dorn realising what was happening, but they did not understand what it was.
Look towards the center of the stage.
In front of Mortarion, a hooded man stood, holding high a pitch-black sickle in his hand. The sickle blade emitted a dim light, just blocking the psychic lightning rushing towards Mortarion.
People did not dare to look directly at that existence. A strong sense of hatred prevented them from spying on the truth. The few who mustered up the courage to take a glance were blocked by hoods and shadows.
They could only vaguely sense that there was a monster lurking in the shadows beneath the hood.
The giant python that was hissing and baring its fangs and claws just now has long disappeared. It disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all.
Mortarion spread his hands, and he seemed to remember something funny, and he chuckled with satisfaction.
"Just now you asked me what we use to kill psychic species."
"Now you know."
Mortarion looked at Magnus defiantly.
Opposite Mortarion, Magnus raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the being in front of Mortarion.
"What is this?"
Dirty, profane, incomprehensible, negative, making Magnus want to vomit,
Magnus let out a scream of rage and terror.
"What's this?!"
A black hole that looked like a flat two-dimensional painting suddenly appeared in the vast ocean, emitting a hollow humming sound that Magnus could not bear. He saw it, he had just seen it with his own eyes, people's emotions, fear, and panic were all swallowed up by the monster.
This was a blasphemy that Magnus had never understood and had never been recorded in the vast ancient books. This was a sin that no intelligent person could tolerate. This was a scum despised by the gods.
Around it, Magnus even recognized the psychic blockade from his father. No, no, no, no, was Mortarion driving the monster sealed by his father
How dare he? How, dare he?!
Magnus roared with great rage,
"Mortarion, you, you are raising demons?!"
Mortarion raised his eyebrows, and Hades seemed to laugh. Mortarion didn't know why Hades laughed, he just felt angry.
The Lord of Death's hoarse words were mixed with anger.
"What the hell did you say?"
"What else is that?! That's a demon! What are you doing?! Mortarion!"
Mortarion took a deep breath.
The anger in his eyes settled, like the last calm before a storm.
Mortarion bowed his head and grasped Hades's scythe with his hand.
"Lend it to me."
Then Mortarion pulled the scythe from Hades' hand with an inexplicable force.
Hades looked at him in surprise, and the Primarch muttered softly,
"Just open the black zone."
Hades blinked and looked at his empty hands in surprise. No, huh
But Mortarion was already holding up his scythe and striding towards Magnus. Surprisingly, facing Mortarion who was advancing silently, Magnus was retreating.
Every time Mortarion took a step forward, Magnus took a step back, cursing. At the same time, the psychic sparks around Magnus grew brighter and brighter, like a warning.
Mortarion remained unmoved, his scythe pointed at Magnus, with a tremendous amount of power concentrated on it.
Ahriman rushed over, leading the remaining panicked Thousand Sons with him, but to Hades' surprise, they did not go to 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 effectiveness, then the Thousand Sons around him could just reopen.
Wait, someone come and help me, Jialuo, where is Jialuo? !
Oh, Garro went to help Mortarion.
grass!
Hades estimated quickly. He couldn't shoot, and without his scythe, if he pressed the Black Domain directly, he was afraid that Ahriman and the others would get into trouble. After all, psychics still rely heavily on the integrity of their souls.
Hmm. Hades looked up and saw that the remaining three Primarchs had already begun to act, so Mortarion was on his own!
Flashes of psychic energy danced around Ahriman. Ahriman spoke calmly, but Hades could hear the faint tremor in his mouth.
"You can't hurt my father, monster, what the hell are you?"
Hades sighed.
"Just an ordinary Untouchable."
The next moment, the lightning around Ahriman suddenly dimmed, and a fist with a black domain rushed towards Ahriman.
"Calm down, both of you, calm down."
The angel held Magnus down. The archangel's wings had fully spread out, emitting a brilliant light in the hall.
"It's a monster! Sanguinius! You saw it too! Let me go! I want to catch it!"
"I do not think Mortarion would be pleased with your comment on his offspring."
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 slap in the face.
"What the hell did you say?! You dirty wizard?! Are you qualified to judge my commander?!!"
"Shut up! You are bringing shame to the Primarch by arguing over a trivial matter!"
"You still represent the Empire!!!"
Dorn roared in anger, and seemed to want to strike the two primarchs with a sword each.
At the last moment before Mortarion's scythe was about to fall, the angel took action, blocking Mortarion's scythe with his sword, and at the same time flapped his wings, interrupting Magnus' spell.
Dorn and Guilliman followed closely behind Sanguinius, and the angel safely handed Mortarion over to the two of them. Mortarion, who was intent on killing Magnus and had nothing else in his eyes, was knocked down from behind by Dorn and then held down by the two Primarchs.
Magnus was also struggling, but the angel felt that his struggle was not great. Sanguinius seemed not to notice this and successfully held Magnus down.
Guilliman sighed, looking exhausted, and unwilling to join in the angry and childish trash-talking between his brothers. Through the communication channel, Lord Macragge commanded the remaining panicked mortals.
The Ultramarines he brought with him also restored and maintained order in the arena under his will, trying to minimize the impact of the fight between the two Primarchs.
On the other side, Hades looked at the Thousand Sons lying on the ground embarrassedly. He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly at the Imperial Fists and the Blood Angels who had come up to mediate.
"Well, I wasn't the one who provoked you first."
Hades held out his hand, trying to show his sincerity as much as possible, he didn't even have a weapon.
He is innocent, was forced to fight back, has legitimate reasons, and should be acquitted.
However, he was still surrounded by the Imperial Fists and the Blood Angels, like a prisoner being captured on the spot, although the victim was not dead and was still lying on the ground groaning.
Stop shouting, Hades said to himself. He didn't use any heavy hands, it was just that these Thousand Sons relied too much on psychic power.
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(End of this chapter)