"Arthur!"
Ramesses's voice rang out over the Transmigrators' communications channel.
He completely destroyed the teleportation spell, shattered the sorcerer's psychic shield, and signaled for his companion to shut this guy up quickly.
What the hell was going on with this guy? Was Tzeentch's blessing some kind of true-name sight? How could he dox them so accurately?
They hadn't exactly written "I am so-and-so" on their faces. How had he recognized them at a glance?
If everyone was like this, how were they supposed to operate in the Imperium later?
Ramesses instinctively swept the surroundings with Demonic Vision. Only after confirming that no unwanted presence was nearby did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He could not help feeling fortunate that Arthur had monopolized this ship's intelligence work. At least they did not need to worry about whether this information had been recorded and uploaded by the Sonic Array System.
"Received."
Smack!
The mirror surface that had fallen once more sprang back up. Having dealt with all the guards, the knight turned around, scarlet radiance glowing from his visor.
Another close-range thrust.
The frost-wreathed staff unexpectedly collided with the blade, and the sorcerer's massive body was sent flying.
The terrifying pressure descended again. The knight's seamless offense-and-defense combat style gave the sorcerer no chance to retaliate, forcing him to barely hold on through the power of his foresight.
So what if he could foresee it?
Crack—
The protective field perfectly fulfilled its duty, deflecting the staff aimed at the breastplate.
Another slash came, rigid and utterly devoid of personal emotion.
With such an absolute disparity between them, their clash could only have one outcome.
Bang!
With an extraordinarily sharp crack, the crystal scepter shattered during the ninth collision between their weapons.
The knight swung his sword.
One slash severed both arms,