The moment the psionic spark lit up, it seemed as if everything had been slowed down.

Mortals are screaming and fleeing, and the Space Marines are trying to get to their genetic protogen, but the distance is a little far away, and time is too fast.

Dorne was roaring, Killiman was shouting something, and the angel was sipping his wine, observing everyone.

To everyone's surprise, in the face of Magnus's attack, Motarian just slowly raised his hands and made a helpless gesture.

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

In the face of Motarian's seemingly mocking behavior, Magnus roared, and the brightness of the psionic arc instantly brightened, exploding dazzling sparks throughout the hall.

If just now he was just trying to give Motarian a warning, now he needs to make this brother realize that psionic powers can make him suffer.

Brilliant lightning burst out in an instant, and the python-like lightning rushed straight towards Motarian, its fangs sharp, hissing at Motarian's throat!

At the last moment, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Motarian's mouth under his mask.

The angel stood up and grasped the saber at his waist.

- Black - Domain - Advent -

For a moment, as if only for a moment, everything in the hall became gray, boring, and disgusting, and the voices of all the senses vanished, and an indescribable sense of prostration clinged to their souls.

But in an instant, that feeling disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was an illusion of everyone, and people stopped their previous actions in surprise and looked at each other in disbelief, as if asking what was going on?

No one dared to speak, and the entire banquet hall suddenly fell comically silent.

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

Look to the center of the stage.

In front of Motarion, a hooded man stood, holding aloft the pitch-black scythe in his hand, the blade emitting a dim glow, just enough to resist the psionic lightning rushing towards Motarian.

People did not dare to look directly at that being, a strong sense of abhorrence prevented them from peeking into the truth, and a few people mustered up a courageous glance, only to be blocked by hoods and shadows.

They could only vaguely perceive that in the shadows under the hood, a monster lurked.

And the giant python that hissed and danced its teeth and claws just now has long since disappeared, and it has disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all.

Motarian spread out his hands, and he giggled in satisfaction as if he remembered something funny,

"You asked me just now, what do we use to kill psionics."

"Now you know."

Motarian looked at Magnus defiantly,

And on the opposite side of Motarian, Magnus trembled and raised his hand, pointing at the being in front of Motarian,

"What is this?"

Dirty, profane, incomprehensible, negative, that makes Magnus feel like vomiting,

Magnus let out a scream of rage and horror,

"What is this?!"

A black hole that seemed to be a two-dimensional painting appeared in the vast ocean, emitting an unbearable hollow hum that Magnus saw, he had just seen, people's emotions, fears, panics, were swallowed up by that monster.

This is a blasphemy that Magnus never knew, never recorded in the vast ancient books, a sin that no wise man could bear, a scum that the gods spurned.

Around it, Magnus even recognized the psionic blockade from his father, no, no, no, no, Motarian was driving the monster that his father had sealed?

How dare he? He, how, what, dare?!

Magnus roared, with monstrous anger,

"Motarian, you, you're raising demons?!"

Motarian raised his eyebrows, Hades seemed to laugh, Motarian didn't know why Hades was laughing, he only felt anger,

The hoarse language of the Lord of Death was mixed with anger,

"What did you say?"

"Or what is that?! That's the devil! What are you doing?! Motarian! ”

Motarian took a deep breath.

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

Motarian bowed his head and grasped Hades' scythe in his hand,

The Lord of Death said to Hades,

"Lend me one."

Then, with an inexplicable force, Motarian withdrew the scythe obituary from Hades' hand.

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

"You just open the Black Domain."

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

But Mortarian had already taken his scythe and strode in front of Magnus, and surprisingly, Magnus was retreating in the face of Mortarian advancing silently.

Mortarian took a step forward, and Magnus cursed and took a step back, as the sparks of psionic energy around Magnus grew brighter and brighter, as if they were warnings.

Unmoved, Motarian pointed his scythe at Magnus, and on top of it gathered the power of ten thousand jun

Ahriman rushed over, taking with him the few remaining panicked sons, but to Hades' surprise, instead of helping Magnus, they surrounded Hades.

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

Wait, somebody do me a favor, Garo, where's Garo?!

Oh, Garo went to help Motarian.

!

Hades quickly calculated that he couldn't shoot again, on the premise of losing the scythe. If he pressed it directly, he was afraid that something would happen to Ahriman, after all, psionics still rely on soul integrity or something.

Well. Hades raised his eyes and saw that the remaining three primordials had already begun to act, so Motarian begged for more blessings!

A flash of psionic energy moved around Ahriman, who spoke calmly, but Hades could hear the faint trills 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 instantly dimmed, and a fist with a black domain rushed towards Ahriman.

"Calm down, two, calm down."

The angel pressed Magnus, and the archangel's wings were fully opened, radiating a brilliant light in the hall,

"That's a monster! St. Giles! You saw it too! Let me go! I'm going to catch it! ”

"I don't think Motarian would be happy that you say that about his heir."

Dorn and Killiman hold Motarian together, and compared to Magnus, Mortarian is still struggling desperately, as if trying to crawl over to give Magnus a big mouth.

"What the hell are you talking about?! You filthy wizard?! You are qualified to rate my commander?!! ”

"Shut up! Quarreling over a little verbal matter, you have disgraced the face of the original! ”

"You also represent the !! of the Empire"

Dorn roared angrily, as if trying to give each of the two primordials a sword.

At the last moment of Motarion's scythe, the angel acted, using his sword to open Motarion's scythe, while a wing flapped over, interrupting Magnus's spell.

Dorn and Gilliman followed St. Giles, and the angel relieved himself to hand over Motarian to the two, intent on cutting Magnus, and Motarian, who had nothing else in his eyes, was put down from behind by Dorne, and then held down by the two primitives.

Magnus was also struggling, but the angel sensed that he was not struggling much, and St. Giles held Magnus down smoothly as if he hadn't noticed it.

Killiman sighed, the tired-looking Lord of Maculag had no intention of joining in the angry and childish trash talk between his brothers, and through the communication channel, the Lord of Macullag commanded the rest of the panicked mortals.

The Ultramarines he brought with him also restored and maintained order in the arena under his will, minimizing the impact of the fight between the two primitives as much as possible.

On the other side, Hades looked embarrassedly at the fallen Chiko, scratching his head, and smiling awkwardly at the Imperial Fist and the Holy Blood Angels, who had originally come up to pull the fight.

"That. I didn't provoke it first. ”

Hades stretched out his hand, as much as he could, as sincere as he could, he didn't even have a weapon.

He was innocent, forced to fight back, justified, and deserved to be acquitted.

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

Don't scream, Hades muttered silently in his heart, he didn't make a heavy hand, it's just that these thousands of sons rely too much on psionic energy.

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(End of chapter)