The first stop of the journey... In truth, for the Primarch brothers who had split into many avatars, every nation would receive a visit from them within a short time. They only needed to consider the relative distances between Rhodes Island and the various countries.
Leman Russ was deeply unaccustomed to this feeling of weakness. He secretly asked Magnus about the principles behind his avatar spell, feeling that he had been reduced to less than one percent of his original strength.
Because psychic energy is especially difficult to obtain here, I took a shortcut and used another method to reduce my consumption. I fashioned psychic shells capable of containing Primarchs, then evenly divided the essence of our souls... So it is only natural that you feel weak. But do not worry, my brother. You still bear the seal I placed upon your Primarch power. I can remove it when necessary.
All right, Magnus. To save time, this is the only way.
After finishing his exchange with Magnus, Leman Russ turned back. Rhodes Island operators followed behind them, and their races alone made it clear where this stop was headed.
The nation of knights—Kazimierz.
Other than the Radiant Knight, Nearl, Leman Russ knew only one name among the rest.
For instance, the so-called Pinus Sylvestris. Their knightly armor, which looked utterly ill-fitting, resembled toys children used to imitate adults at war. At the very least, Leman Russ would never regard them as exceptional warriors.
But the natives of Terra's Arknights always put great effort into extravagant attire with insufficient practicality, so the four members of Pinus Sylvestris did not seem especially out of place among them.
He had heard that they had once been competitive knights, selling their martial prowess in the arena to earn money and survive. They had even