Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 257 248. This devil is not that devil

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

Mortals were screaming and running, and the Space Marines were trying to reach their Primarch, but they were too far away and too fast.

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

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

He made no attempt to block, resist, or dodge.

Faced with Mortarion's seemingly taunting behavior, Magnus roared, and the brightness of the psychic arc instantly brightened, exploding dazzling sparks throughout the hall.

If he just wanted to give Mortarion a warning, now he needed to make his brother realize that his psychic powers could make him suffer.

The bright electric light suddenly burst out, and the python-like lightning rushed straight towards Mortarion, its sharp fangs biting Mortarion's throat with a hiss!

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

The angel stood up and held the sword at his waist.

——Black——domain——come——come——

For a moment, as if it was only a moment, everything in the hall became gray, boring, and nauseating. 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 everyone's illusion. People stopped their previous actions in surprise and looked at each other in disbelief and panic, as if 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 did not understand what it was.

Look towards the center of the stage.

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

People dare not look directly at that existence, and their strong sense of hatred prevents them from peeking into the truth. A few people who dare to take a glance are blocked by hoods and shadows.

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

The giant python that neighed just now and bared its teeth and claws has long since disappeared. It disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all.

Mortarion spread his hands. He seemed to remember something funny and chuckled with satisfaction.

"You asked me just now what we use to kill psionic species."

"Now you know."

Mortarion looked at Magnus defiantly,

Opposite Mortarion, Magnus raised his trembling hand and pointed at the being in front of Mortarion,

"What is this?"

Dirty, profane, incomprehensible, negative, made Magnus want to vomit,

Magnus let out a scream of rage and terror,

"What's this?!"

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

This is a blasphemy that Magnus has never understood and has never been recorded in many ancient books. This is a sin that no intelligent person can bear. This is a scum spurned by the gods.

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

How dare he? How dare he? !

Magnus roared with overwhelming fury,

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

Mortarion raised his eyebrows, and Hades seemed to laugh. Mortarion didn't know why Hades was laughing. He only felt angry.

The hoarse words of the Lord of Death were mixed with anger,

"What the hell did you say?"

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

Mortarion took a deep breath.

The anger in his eyes was like the last calm before a rainstorm.

Mortarion lowered his head and held Hades's scythe in his hand.

The Lord of Death said to Hades,

"Lend me a moment."

Then Mortarion used an indescribable force to pull the scythe obituary from Hades' hand.

Hades looked at him in surprise, and the original body muttered softly,

"Just open the black area."

Hades blinked and looked at his empty hands in surprise, wasn't it, huh?

But Mortarion was already holding the scythe and striding in front of Magnus. Surprisingly, facing Mortarion who was advancing silently, Magnus was retreating.

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

Mortarion remained unmoved, his scythe pointed directly at Magnus, with all the power gathered on it.

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

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

Wait, someone can help me, Jia Luo. Where is Jia Luo? !

Oh, Garro went to help Mortarion.

grass!

Hades quickly estimated that he couldn't shoot. Without the scythe, if he directly pressed the black area, he was afraid that something might happen to Ahriman. After all, psykers still rely on the integrity of their souls. What.

Well. Hades raised his eyes and saw that the remaining three primarchs had already begun to take action. So Mortarion, wish yourself well!

The flash of psychic energy danced around Ahriman. Ahriman spoke calmly, but Hades could hear the faint vibrato in his mouth,

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

Hades sighed,

"Just an ordinary untouchable."

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

"Calm down, you two, calm down."

The angel pressed down on Magnus, and the archangel's wings had been fully opened, emitting a brilliant 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 happy with what you said about his son."

Dorn and Guilliman were holding 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 evaluate my commander?!"

"Shut up! You are bringing shame on the original body by arguing over a trivial matter!"

"You still represent the empire!!!"

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

At the last moment when Mortarion's scythe struck down, the angel acted, using his sword to deflect Mortarion's scythe, and at the same time flapped it with a wing, interrupting Magnus's spell.

Dorn and Guilliman followed Sanguinius. The angel handed over Mortarion to the two with confidence. Mortarion, who wanted to kill Magnus and had nothing else in his eyes, was removed by Dorn. He was knocked down from behind and then held down by the two original bodies.

Magnus was also struggling, but the angel felt that the extent of his struggle was not great. Sanguinius seemed to have not noticed this and successfully held Magnus down.

Guilliman sighed. The tired-looking Lord of Macragge had no intention of joining in the angry and childish exchange of trash between his brothers. Through the communication channel, the Lord of Macragge directed the remaining panicked people in the room. Mortals.

The Ultramarines he brought also restored and maintained order in the entire field under his will, minimizing the impact of the fight between the two original bodies.

On the other side, Hades looked sheepishly at the Thousand Sons who had fallen to the ground. He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly at the Imperial Fists and Blood Angels who were originally coming to start a fight.

"That... I wasn't the one who provoked you first."

Hades held out his hand, trying to show his sincerity as much as he could, 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 Blood Angels, like a prisoner being arrested at the scene, although the victim was not dead and was still lying on the ground groaning.

Stop screaming, Hades thought silently in his heart. He didn't do anything harsh, but these Thousand Sons relied too much on their psychic powers.

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