Old K, You Just Wait!
The thought of the Lion King saying that he could subdue this thing with his bare hands when he was three years old made Alvin feel uneasy. That old man was definitely lying!
No matter how powerful the Primarch, it's impossible for a three-year-old to kill this thing!
I don't believe it! I absolutely don't believe it!
Alvin gritted his teeth. Although he knew he had been tricked, there was no chance of escape now.
That's drawn far too much hatred!
"You cheated first—" Alvin squinted, an invisible pressure spreading out, his pupils gradually turning a deep blue. "It's just Psychic Power, right? As if I can't do that!"
Psychic Power are not allowed?
Stop kidding me. To put it bluntly, Alvin felt that this guy could twist off the head of three-year-old Angron and use it as a chamber pot!
He didn't know if the Lion King was this powerful when it was three years old, but Alvin knew that if he didn't use his Psychic Power, he would be turned into mincemeat by its slap in a matter of minutes!
Call!
The damp air in the forest swamp suddenly felt as if it had been sucked dry!
A dry, parched atmosphere filled the air.
Alvin flicked his fingertips, and the moisture that was originally everywhere in the air seemed to be evaporated in an instant. The molecules changed from order to chaos, and then unleashed unimaginable energy, and a violent flame appeared out of nowhere!
This is what Psyker!
They can completely disregard the order of the physical universe and manipulate the rules of the universe at will by using the power of Warp!
Flames erupted from his fingertips, then grew at a visible speed, evaporating the moisture from the entire swamp and transforming into a roaring dragon tens of meters long, which leaped and turned as it descended from the sky!
The blazing dragon rampaged through the land, turning the trees in its path into scorched earth!
However, who would have thought that the golden lion—the embryo, the enraged Behemoth —would have its already exaggerated muscles grow several times larger in its fury, increasing its height to eight meters, resembling a small mountain!
It roared and swung its fist, unleashing a burst of golden light!
Bang!!!
Layer upon layer of shockwaves shattered the fiery dragon, while the enraged Behemoth seemed to transform into a tank, crushing everything that tried to stand in its way!
The colossal tree, which would take several people to encircle, was smashed to pieces by Behemoth, and charged toward Alvin with unparalleled force!
"A beast is a beast!" Alvin sneered, his feet seemingly stepping on invisible stairs as he used his telekinesis to fly into the air. His five fingers suddenly clenched together. "Smash them all!!!"
The gathered psychic power forcefully severed a mountain peak, and then, like a cannonball, with a whistling sound and a trail of air, it crashed down from the sky towards Behemoth!
The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can use tools.
The mountain, weighing tens of tons, crashed down like a cannonball, accompanied by a violent roar and howl of wind pressure.
Behemoth raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on Alvin. Then, he bent his legs, shook his limbs, and his massive body leaped into the air with incredible speed, without the slightest hint of hesitation!
"Roar!!!"
Behemoth roared and smashed the mountaintop that was crashing down on him with a single punch!
Immediately afterwards, its speed did not decrease at all.
"Holy crap?!"
Alvin's eyes widened. Was this guy made of iron?!
But in an instant, the enraged Behemoth threw a punch. Although it was more than ten meters away, the dazzling golden light was like a surging torrent that split the air and crashed into Alvin!
"You die too!!!"
Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Alvin hardened his heart. Ignoring the incoming golden light, he drew away the air to form a sharp blade of air, which he hurled at Behemoth was also in mid-air!
Boom!!!
With a deafening roar, Alvin was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by the torrent of golden light, crashing heavily into the forest swamp.
Behemoth's chest was also cut open by the air blade, revealing the white bone beneath, and blood gushed out as he fell to the ground.
"Come on, let's go! Who's afraid of who!"
Despite the excruciating pain, Alvin struggled to crawl out of the swamp, coughing up blood as he roared, "If I don't cut your head off today, I'm not Alvin!"
"Roar!!!"
As Behemoth fell, he slammed his fists into the ground, his pupils growing ever more crimson, roaring and glaring at Alvin as if responding to his provocation.
However, at that moment...
Panting, Alvin noticed the strange changes that were quietly taking place around him.
The place where they were located was suddenly shrouded in a thick fog, as if they were in a sea of blood, and they could even hear the sounds of killing!
My heart is pounding violently, like a war drum!
Blood rushed through every inch of his body, and Alvin could feel a murderous urge taking over his consciousness.
His senses seemed to be activated; he could clearly feel everything from the sound of the wind blowing through the trees to the pulse of the ground!
Alvin could even perceive the movement of every muscle and bone in the enraged Behemoth, the flow of blood in its body, the scent and hormones emanating from deep within its fur, and even its emotional fluctuations!
It's like he's been given a cheat code!
This familiar feeling washed over Alvin, causing him to reveal a slight mistake.
He looked around at the space that was gradually thickening, as if it were stained with a layer of blood mist, and at Behemoth's face, which seemed to be covered with a distorted face that was ferocious, hateful, and terrifying. His heart skipped a beat.
Oh no!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
From the depths of the blood-red fog came the sound of war drums, mixed with the roars of countless creatures, and the surging killing intent surged like the tide, endlessly!
The murderous intent in Behemoth's eyes grew even stronger; its entire mind was filled with only one thought: to kill Alvin!
"Roar!!!"
Visible sound waves transformed into layers of shockwaves, violently trampling the ground, like invisible blades of air cutting through, carving out furrows!
Behemoth, standing amidst the crimson fog, had its golden hair, which stood on end like steel needles, stained with a chilling crimson, as if it had just emerged from an endless sea of blood, exuding a strong and pungent Blood Qi.
"Damn it, even you're messing with me?!" Alvin was shocked, as if a raging storm had erupted within him; his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.
Trembling violently. "Are you kidding me? This thing can grant blessings!"
The current situation is quite clear.
The creature on the Brass Throne turned its gaze here, and seemed quite interested, bestowing a blessing upon both sides.
"Khorne, you son of a bitch! "Alvin uttered a curse, but before he could finish, a blur of motion, like a heavy cannon, followed by a burst of explosive wind, crashing down upon them!
From Alvin's perspective, the impact of the eight-meter-tall behemoth's attack was no less than that of facing a hundred-ton truck.
Whoosh!
The air currents and gales roared mournfully, like torn cloth, covering and enveloping Alvin's vision with the ever-enlarging fist bones!
In a daze, he seemed to see the sinister grin of the blood-red figure atop the Brass Throne.
Hey K, you just wait!