Once the daemons on the planet had been cleared out, it was time to start towing the planet.
Lin En rubbed his fists, eager to get started, to avoid any unforeseen complications.
He had to hurry and tow the planet back before Tzeentch sent Little Horse over.
Standing on the Black Soil Plains, he looked up at the purple sky.
The purple clouds hung low, their vortex spinning constantly and seemingly drawing closer and closer, pressing down over their heads.
They couldn't stay here for long.
Although Tzeentch wouldn't come personally, it could send Little Horse out again at any time.
Magnus might have been a moron, but his psychic power was absurdly strong.
Although some big golden guy stubbornly insisted that I wasn't a god, everyone actually knew that the Primarchs were Lesser Gods of the Warp.
Magnus had the strongest ranged attacks among the Lesser Gods.
Psychic Paradox countered psychic power, but it couldn't defend against physical attacks evolved from psychic power, like meteors falling from the sky or heavenly fire burning down a city.
Last time on Bolomite, it had been the Lion King who slit Magnus's throat and stabbed him back. Otherwise, it really would have been a hard fight.
The Lion King wasn't here this time. Although Lin En had grown stronger as well, it would still be troublesome. It was best to finish the job before Magnus jumped out.
Little Horse was pitiful too, constantly being sent out by Tzeentch to die.
Haha, sooner or later, I'll kill that bastard Tzeentch.
Lin En told everyone else to fall back.
Phoros's voice came through the channel. "My lord, should the two Adeptus Custodes fall back as well? Won't it be a problem with no guards at your side?"
"I'll be fine. All of you,