He Really Was Too Powerful

"Take care, Lord Lin En!"

"Take care, Brother Dante!"...

The call ended.

Lin En let out a long breath and leaned back against his pillow.

He was indeed exhausted. Not much time had passed in reality, but he had fought for who knew how long in the illusion.

He looked completely wilted.

So sleepy.

Valerian came over and used the scanning system built into his Adeptus Custodes armor to examine Lin En.

He scanned him from head to toe.

He did not overlook a single detail.

Carl stood behind Valerian, both hands resting on her spear, her eyes fixed unblinking on the data displayed across the light screen.

Valerian withdrew his hand, and the light screen retracted into his arm guard.

"Lord Lin En's body is unharmed. He is merely exhausted. Please rest well."

Lin En smiled. "I'm fine."

His expression was relaxed, and so was his tone, but weakness seeped from his entire body.

Valerian and Carl both fell silent.

They stood side by side beside the bed, blaming themselves and not knowing how to beg forgiveness, completely at a loss.

They had failed to protect him this time.

Lin En noticed their silence.

He waved a hand. "What are you two thinking? The one who acted this time was a C'tan Shard. How can you blame yourselves?"

Valerian lifted his gaze slightly. His lips moved, but he said nothing.

Carl lowered her head.

The Adeptus Custodes were supposed to protect those under their protection, no matter what kind of enemy they faced.

But Lin En said to them, "That was a true god from sixty million years ago. This is no longer a battle on the level of mortals. If anyone is to blame, blame the Necrons who released the C'tan Shard. This has nothing to do with