His Immature Younger Brothers

Magnus flinched, but then he straightened his chest again.

He knew there was no escaping this beating.

He was no match for Lion.

Lion had awakened Warp abilities and could move freely through any location. This ability was the bane of psykers—he could appear directly beside a casting psyker and cut him down with a single stroke.

There were truly very few psykers in this galaxy who could withstand a strike from Lion without dying.

Magnus did not attack with long-range spells. He knew they would be useless against Lion; they would never hit.

Magnus compressed psychic power at his claw tips, shaping it into a blue longsword made entirely of psychic energy.

It was not as if he could not fight in close combat.

The blade of the daemon sword was around three meters long. Combined with the Daemon Prince's enormous frame, it was overwhelmingly intimidating.

Magnus knew he could not let his eldest brother seize the initiative.

If his eldest brother took the offensive, he was finished.

His raven wings snapped open behind him, and Magnus became an afterimage as he struck first. His psychic longsword carved an arc through the air, slashing straight down at Lion King's head with a piercing shriek.

Compared to the daemonic Magnus, Lion King was far less imposing in stature. He seemed much shorter out of nowhere, and older as well.

But Lion stepped forward half a pace with his left foot, shifted his body slightly, and swept his sword upward from below with his right hand.

With a sharp clang, he forcibly blocked the Daemon Prince's attack.

Lion twisted his wrist, and his blade scraped down along the side of the psychic longsword!

The screech of metal grinding against metal was sharp enough to pierce eardrums.

Then he stepped forward and