At this moment, you stared at Lorgar as he flew backward, clearly stunned for a moment.
Your physical strength was certainly formidable, but it should not have been enough to leave a Primarch in such a miserable state, right?
Was it because you yourself were too strong, or because Lorgar was simply too weak?
Bzzz—
In a flash, you suddenly swung the Scythe of Blood forward, casually slicing more than a dozen Enchanted Warriors known as the Blessed Sons into chunks of flesh that scattered through the air!
Your massive body, wrapped in black shadows like blazing flames, continued flying toward Lorgar as he crashed heavily to the ground!
Boom!
Before you could even reach him, the increasingly furious Lorgar had already climbed up from the ground.
He violently swung the Illumination Power Maul clenched in his palm, sending bolts of formidable Psychic Lightning rapidly toward you!
Yet you remained unmoved. You merely conjured a layer of Shadow Armor over your body and allowed his Psykic Power to rain down upon your massive form!
Your enormous Iron Fist slammed into Lorgar's burly body once again. The True Word Armor covered in mysterious protective runes flickered briefly before countless shattered armor fragments sprayed in every direction!
This terrifying punch, enhanced by flight speed and rage, not only completely shattered his Psychic Shield and Power Armor, but also sent him flying backward like a rag doll!
At that moment, you instinctively glanced at your vibranium fist, and a look of sudden realization gradually appeared on your bronze face beneath the Skull Helmet.
If the twenty-two Primarch Brothers were ranked—
When it came to the mastery of Psykic Power, if Magnus claimed first place, no one would dare claim second.
As for physical strength, although the good-natured Vulkan often considered his brothers' feelings