First Among the Domain Primarchs
The two xenos Titans, one ahead and one behind, shook the earth with heavy footsteps that rumbled and echoed.
They raised their long heads, staring at the black-armored, golden-winged figure in the air.
Their right arms twisted, rotating with the smoothness of living things, far beyond the crude synchronization Imperial crews achieved with mechanical bodies through Psychic Shock Units.
Two spears roared as they spun, and the air suddenly distorted, as if the entire mountain range had taken two deep breaths at once.
The tips of the spears lit with dazzling points of light, and razor-sharp shrapnel like a thunderstorm tore through the air, blotting out the sky as it hurtled straight toward Nimrod.
Light and shadow flickered in Nimrod's eyes. Telekinesis surged out, wrapping his black armor in an invisible barrier.
Surging blue flames suddenly rose, piercing the glaring Aether light as they shot toward the Aeldari Titan walking behind.
Crack!
The black tentacles like giant serpents dragged by the Psy-Titan were burned to ash in the Aether flames.
The Aeldari Titan lowered its long, elegant head and looked down at Magnus.
Its feet slid forward in slow yet graceful steps, its spear aiming at Magnus.
Phosis T'kar looked up into the sky as the Ruinstorm crashed wave after wave against the Psychic Shield, crackling sharply.
Then he looked toward the ground, where the storm veered aside before the Primarch, cutting into the earth and kicking up countless shards of stone.
T'kar, the Temple Master of the Thousand Sons' Falcon Sect, glanced at the overbearing Guardian Spirit Yuspa beside him.
Even if we merged right now, under the blowing of the Aether winds, we still couldn't build such a powerful Psychic Shield.
I can block one Titan's attack, but never with such ease.
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