The snowstorm and black clouds twisted together like yin and yang merging in a taiji symbol. You in me, me in you—neither could completely overcome the other for the time being.
"Ah, if only my body were here." Magnus looked up at the sky and sighed. "Otherwise, I could turn these mountains into an icy hellhole in an instant."
Perhaps afraid that Leman Russ would call him out of slumber again, Magnus breathed another blast of frost onto Leman Russ's Wolf Blade, granting the enormous chainsword the marvelous power to freeze. Then he closed his eyes once more and continued resting his mind.
Magnus's spell made Mare underground grit his teeth in hatred. The moment he saw that one plan had failed, he immediately changed positions without the slightest hesitation, terrified that the Primarchs would pinpoint his location. This was precious experience Demiurge had bought with his life.
After passing through the lava slimes, they entered a somewhat rugged mountain pass. Fortunately, the Imperium of Man's vehicles had powerful engines. As long as the slope was not a sheer ninety-degree angle, they could forcibly crush their way over it with the traction of their tracks and the weight of their hulls. The undead slave laborers building fortifications were ground to pieces.
Watching the flames of war ignite atop the distant peaks and magic light flicker in the distance, Brightness Dragon Lord immediately wanted to turn and run—as far away from this place as possible. He wanted to face neither the Dragon Emperor nor the Imperium of Man.
"Should I run?" Brightness Dragon Lord muttered to himself, then watched an entire mountain peak become riddled with holes beneath the Imperium of Man's artillery bombardment.
Can I really run?
Brightness Dragon Lord's expression became utterly miserable, and even his scales turned deathly