The Electric-Scam Method Belonging Exclusively to Alvin!

Lion King? Primarch?

The first thought that flashed through the mind of this Chaos Psyker was that the other party was lying.

"No, this is impossible!" He seemed to be trying to hide his panic, or perhaps deep down he had already believed the other person's story, and he shouted hysterically, "The era of the Primarch is over. You are all figures buried in mythology. How could you still be alive?!"

"You're right, but I'm back!"

The Lion King strode forward, his cloak woven from the fur of the Caliban lion billowing in the raging wind. Each step was like a death knell striking the hearts of the Chaos scum. "Go back and tell your master, tell those bastards, I— Ryan— have returned!"

The Psyker's pupils contracted sharply.

His consciousness seemed to be dragged into the forest.

In this mysterious forest, Ryan Aljonsen's enormous figure seemed to have transformed into a lion, crouching deep within the forest, its fangs gleaming with a chilling light.

"No, don't come any closer!!!"

The Psyker let out a terrified scream.

The immense repulsive force, accompanied by the Psyker's shriek, created a visible shockwave in the mirror world, slamming into the Lion King.

The armor was undamaged, and the cloak fluttered in the wind.

The Lion King lowered his eyelids, remained silent, and continued walking towards the terrified Psyker.

The Psyker thought that even if this attack didn't hurt the Lion King, it would at least repel him and buy him time to chant.

However, the result was extremely cruel.

The Psykana Shriek and shockwave, powerful enough to overturn a Leman Russ Tank, only slowed the Lion King's steps by a fraction of a second.

Immediately following was an iron fist.

Driven by fear, the Psyker tried his best to dodge, but the violent force of the punch still scraped against his helmet, making a screeching sound.

The Psyker, who had just dodged a punch, hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath before the Lion King slammed his knee into his chest. It felt as if he had been ground down by a millstone, and a spurt of blood splattered onto his faceplate.

Then, another punch landed heavily on his helmet.

Snap!

The sturdy Ceramite helmet was as fragile as a piece of paper under the Lion King's fist, and was easily shattered!

The Psyker knelt and retreated, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

He was already 70-80% convinced that the other party was none other than the missing Father of the Dark Angels, the Primarch, Lion El'Jonson Aljonsen!

After all, aside from the Primarch, very few people could beat a Chaos Psychic Power Librarian into a pulp with just their physical strength!

"Quick, quick, come save me!"

The Psyker yelled for others to come and help.

The Chaos Space Marine, scattered across the Mirror World, seeing that he was about to be overwhelmed, charged toward the Lion King from all directions.

However, Alvin clasped his hands together again, and the entire mirror space shook violently, the ground flipping upwards like a rolled-up Swiss roll.

The location where the Lion King and the Psyker were situated was also enclosed by the rolled-up walls and the street.

Now, it's back to a 1v1 situation between him and the Lion King.

The Psyker's face was extremely grim; he wished he could kill Alvin. Watching the Lion King approach step by step, he could only pray that his subordinates could kill the human Psyker as soon as possible and break this strange space.

"Sorry, your enemy is me."

At that moment, the scattered Chaos Space Marine discovered that the human was all alone, standing in their way.

Kill him!

These Chaos Space Marine, clad in armor covered in spikes, naturally knew how to deal with Psyker.

In an instant, four people rushed in from all directions, while the rest provided long-range support, trying to suppress Alvin with their firepower advantage.

Unfortunately, their estimation was wrong.

With a wave Psychic Power his hand, Alvin drew a huge and intricate spell in mid-air, like a shield, blocking the explosive bombs and the Melta!

Seraphim Shield!

It is powerful enough to withstand a fatal attack; even Leman Russ Tank's artillery fire could not destroy it!

Alvin, now free, clasped his hands together, interlaced his fingers, and then opened them again. Dense currents of electricity flashed in the middle, then transformed into chains that flew out!

The Khorne's Crimson Chains!

The chains, like insidious serpents, immediately bound the two Chaos Space Marine.

"Fly away!!!" Alvin pulled on the chains, using centrifugal force to slam the bound Chaos Canister against the wall next to him.

Just then, the remaining two Chaos Space Marine arrived within attack range. They drew their roaring Chainsword and slashed at Alvin's head with a thunderous roar!

Brush!!!

The Chainsword sliced through Alvin's body, but passed right through him, as if it had struck a mirror image.

Alvin's body transformed into butterflies and scattered.

Then, somewhere else, it gathered together again, took shape once more, looked at these Chaos Canister, and beckoned with its finger. "Come on, continue."

"Don't be afraid!" one of the Chaos Space Marine gritted his teeth and shouted, "He can't keep up this way of squandering his Psykana Power for long. If we just increase our attack, he'll be consumed by the side effects sooner or later!"

"Cost?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Alvin's face, and a crackling sound of crimson electricity flashed from his fingertips, "Sorry, no."

The next second, the crimson current wrapped around his fingertips instantly transformed into blazing lightning, as thick as a bucket, like a surging, roaring wave, rushing towards the few Chaos Canister.

"Borsat's Thunder!!!"

The raging crimson lightning, like a torrent, roared and engulfed these Chaos Canister.

"Yes, the experiment was a success."

Looking at the result he had caused, Alvin nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, it all comes down to this.

Whether it's White Magic or black magic, the magic system in the Marvel universe can be simply summarized as "a form of lending".

Take the lineage of the Sorcerer Supreme as an example.

After practicing Kamar-Taj magic, one is essentially entering into a pact with the Vishanti, the Triune Vishanti. Whenever Kamar-Taj sorcerer needs to use a certain spell, they must pay a "price" to the Vishanti in exchange for the corresponding power.

This process is also known as the surgical procedure.

Even the Sorcerer Supreme has to pay a huge price every time he uses magic. The Ancient One was alright, but Doctor Strange, as his successor, had a much tougher time.

Simply put, in the lineage of the Sorcerer Supreme, the more powerful the spell, the greater the price it comes with.

However, Alvin was different.

In essence, Psychic Power is the power that Psyker "borrow" by communicating with the Warp, and it is similar to the White Magic of Kamar-Taj.

So Alvin tried to transfer the cost of using White Magic to the Warp by paying with "Psychic Power".

And then, he succeeded.

As a result, Alvin" borrowed" a sum of Psychic Power from the "Warp" and paid it to the Vishanti as "price," then transferred the "price" required by the Vishanti back to the Warp.

In this way, he himself is like a middleman, or perhaps a customer, using the Warp and the "Vishanti" to obtain the greatest benefit.

This benefit, that's magic!

More importantly, and what benefited Alvin most during the research process, was that by doing so, he was neither a "Psyker" in the conventional sense, nor a Marvel sorcerer, but rather a peculiar being somewhere in between.

A balanced individual.

He freed himself from the greatest troubles of Psyker: the intrusion of the Warp, the side effects of Psyker, and the cost of being a mage.

As for what the Vishanti, as the "lender," and the Warp thought, that was none of Alvin's business.

What?

You're saying this counts as telecom fraud?

Alvin could only say, "Sorry, he's just trying his best to live. If you have any questions, you can go to the Warp and Vishanti!"