The Deep Darkness Dragon Lord and the Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord targeted the Primarchs, while the other Dragon Lords set their sights on the Space Marines and Titan Legions.
"Get behind me, Leman Russ!"
Facing an attack formed from souls, Angron directly shielded the wounded Leman Russ behind him. The Soul-Slaying Breath engulfed his entire body, yet it could not breach the defense of his flesh and reach Leman Russ.
"Damn it..." Leman Russ lay behind Angron, gritting his teeth. "Did I need you to save me?"
Angron answered bluntly, "You don't need saving, but you need to stabilize this situation! Do you expect a half-crippled vegetable like me to hold back these damned sorcerers alone?"
Leman Russ fell silent. He heard footsteps and turned to see the Sisters of Silence rushing over. These naturally soulless women were the Imperium of Man's strongest humanoid weapons against psychic power. Even Magnus could not successfully cast spells while surrounded by them.
Sure enough, when the Sisters of Silence took their positions beside the pained Angron, their soulless field forcefully blocked the Soul-Slaying Breath, scattering it in every direction.
Wild Magic had been blocked? Impossible!
The True Dragon Lords looked on in alarm, believing the Sisters of Silence to be warriors as powerful as the Primarchs. But the Dragon Emperor keenly discerned the nature of how these Sisters of Silence had blocked the Wild Magic, then told Ainz to stop watching and join the battle at once.
The Guardians returned to the battlefield, casting magic utterly different in principle from Wild Magic toward the Sisters of Silence. The Sisters instinctively tried to block it with their innate gifts, only to discover that the spells came straight at them.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The field shields made of Adamantium were indestructible. Neither flames, frost, nor