Allow me to introduce-

The bow of the Night Goddess pressed into the edge of the battlefield. At Lin En's command, the ships of the Lamenters, Blood Knights, and Flesh Tearers stormed into the battlefield, separating the Thousand Sons Sorcerer and Magnus.

The Battle Barge surged forward like a great windfall, forcing even Chaos Sorcerer to temporarily retreat.

The three Chapter cut into the gap between Thousand Sons and Magnus like three sharp knives.

The Chaos Sorcerer was slow to retreat was directly rammed by the warship and sent flying backward.

"My Lord, the Chaos Sorcerer and the Daemon Primarchs have been separated!" Phoros shouted in the communications.

Magnus turned his head sharply.

When his single eye turned, the psionic patterns on his scarlet face exploded into a grotesque "hum," causing the surrounding void to tremble.

He saw his Thousand Sons cut in half by three Chapter, the wizarding ranks severed in two, unable to support each other.

"Insects!" Magnus roared in fury and was about to attack.

He raised his hand to unleash his ultimate attack.

Lin En stepped up.

The bow of the Night Goddess was positioned directly in front of Magnus, the hatch opened, and Lin En stood at the hatchway, Golden Light exploding from his body.

Golden Light with a radius of nine kilometers enveloped the entire battlefield.

Dante and Calgar seized the opportunity to break through and coordinate with the Lamenters, the Flesh Tearers, and the Blood Knights to flank them.

Lin En stood in front of Magnus, activating his aura and using the Psychic Paradox to prevent Magnus from disrupting the battle and to allow Dante, Calgar, and Phoros to kill all the Chaos Sorcerer.

Magnus suddenly felt a significant drop in his psionic energy output, and his spells no longer felt smooth.

He looked down and noticed that the psionic orb in his hand seemed to have suddenly lost its color for some reason.

... The familiar recipe, the familiar taste.

Upon closer inspection, sure enough, it was another familiar golden spot of light, accompanied by a large expanse of Golden Light.

It was him last time in Bolomite, and then his older brother fell from the sky and chopped him on the head with a sword.

Magnus glanced around instinctively, fearing that his older brother might suddenly appear and deliver justice.

Thankfully, his older brother didn't come.

Magnus had just breathed a sigh of relief when he raised the issue again.

But then this person came over, which means...

Magnus stared down at Lin En, the blue light in his single eye shrinking to a tiny dot. "You killed my brother Mortarion."

How long has it been? He came with Mortarion. Could it be that Mortarion couldn't even last an hour against this man?

Lin En stopped in front of him, looking at him with an expression that said, "Nonsense, Mortarion committed suicide because he remembered the glory of the Great Crusade. I couldn't stop him."

Magnus roared in fury, "You're talking nonsense!"

Bullshit! Mortarion has sided with Nurgle! How could he possibly—

Even if the Great Crusade was truly glorious, even if Mortarion was forced to join Nurgle, even if his surrender to Nurgle couldn't save the Death Guard and Barbarus, even if Mortarion is truly despicable now...

Magnus opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but felt there was nothing to refute.

Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore.

The more I talk about it, the worse it gets; it really hurts my self-esteem.

"Really." Lin En said earnestly, "I recorded a video, do you want to watch it? It's called 'Prince Nurgle's Sudden Awakening, Old Farmer Barbarus's Soul Returns to the Emperor.' I'll put a big screen at the entrance of the Maelstrom and play it 24/7."

System: [When did you record this?]

Lin En: When you're bragging, you can't lose in terms of momentum.

Magnus didn't investigate the video further.

He was completely stunned by the news of Mortarion's suicide; the blue flame in his single eye flickered, and his psionic patterns became a jumbled mess.

"Impossible... Mortarion, he clearly... he clearly..."

We clearly agreed that we would all hate the Emperor together.

Lin En took a step forward, and the Golden Light followed, pressing down upon him.

"Magnus, your brother remembered who he was before he died. What about you?"

Magnus suddenly looked up, his one eye wide open.

"Do you remember who you are? Prospero's scholar? The father of the Thousand Sons? The Emperor's son? Did you join the Tzeentch sect voluntarily, or were you forced?"

Lin En spoke casually, hands in his pockets, seemingly unchallenged.

Magnus's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

The psionic patterns on his crimson face suddenly flickered violently twice, as if something was fighting in his mind.

Magnus painfully raised his hand to his temple, letting out a low growl, "Shut up!"

"I won't, what can you do about it?"

Enraged, Magnus raised his hand and unleashed a psionic lightning bolt that was larger than all the previous attacks combined.

A ball of blue lightning, wrapped in a scarlet arc, crashed down on Lin En's face.

Lin En stood still.

[The Psychic Paradox]

The lightning stopped firing as soon as it reached him, not even a Mars was thrown.

Lin En raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

Magnus hovered in mid-air:... Damn it, it's that familiar recipe and that familiar taste again.

The same thing happened with Bolomite; all the psionic attacks that hit this Emperor's Envoy vanished without a trace, like water poured into the desert.

Magnus took a deep breath.

He then unleashed three more psionic fireballs.

Three fireballs rained down in quick succession, each one bigger than the last.

Then it hit Lin En on the head.

... It was all consumed by the Psychic Paradox.

An awkward silence fell over Magnus, who began to contemplate life.

Lin En glanced at his surging psionic energy reserves. "This is boring. Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

"..." It must be that strange Golden Light.

Magnus launched to change positions.

Once he pulls it up, the Golden Light can't keep up with him, and he can rebuild the psionic array from the flanks.

Magnus pushed off with both legs, and a blue flame of psionic energy exploded beneath his feet, propelling him upwards with a "whoosh."

Lin En looked up as he rose.

"Oh?" He took one hand out of his pocket.

No-Fly.

The Golden Light suddenly sank an inch downwards, and an invisible force pressed out from Golden Light, causing the entire sky to collapse like a lid, landing heavily on the heavy ice plain with a loud "boom".

Magnus was halfway up.

Then it fell down like a large weight.

He even spread his wings, his blue Ravenwing, which he had always loathed, flapping frantically to both sides. After flapping for a long time, the wind he generated scraped off a layer of ice from the surface below. He himself sank down, his back directly hitting a piece of floating ice, and was pressed back to the ground, crashing onto the ice with a thud.

"..." Magnus collapsed into the pit, questioning the meaning of life.

Lin En was standing thirty meters in front of him.

Lin En raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking at? Don't you know the airspace over the capital is a no-fly zone?"

Magnus lay on the ice, staring at him with his one eye, his lips moving.

No-fly zone for you*&%#*...

Dante and Calgar, unable to hold back their laughter, burst out laughing involuntarily.

They struggled to defeat Magnus, but Lord Lin En defeated Magnus with ease.

It's a perfect counter to the start.

Magnus heard laughter.

Normally, he would jump up and fly into a rage right now.

Logically, he should have jumped up and cursed a few polite words like "How dare you ants insult me?" before unleashing a devastating attack that flattened the laughter, the person, and the ice field.

However, he was now panicked and felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, so he didn't care about jumping.

This is not what we agreed on.

When he first saw this human in Bolomite, he didn't feel threatened. Lin En's role was just support; it was his older brother who actually did the work.

But now he truly felt death approaching through this human being.

How long has it been?

It's only a few months at most.

A few months? For a Mortals?

Magnus stared at Lin En: "... What exactly are you?"

Humans? Impossible.

How can a human being progress so quickly?

Only those who embody the power of Chaos can achieve rapid progress; those who remain within the Imperium can only stagnate.

Only by embracing Chaos can one obtain the power of the Warp and break through the limitations of the mortal body.

Magnus's one eye was fixed on Lin En: "Whom have you sided with? Who's behind you? Other evil gods? Or something else?"

Lin En gave a strange smile and gave a thumbs up, "Backed by the Emperor, of course, without a doubt, certified by the Golden Throne."

"Impossible!" Magnus's voice rose. "The Emperor can't give you that kind of power! He can't even move from his throne, he can't even manage his own Imperium, what can he give you—"

Lin En's smile grew even more sinister, "Brother, please allow me to introduce you to our great Primal, End, Dark Destroyer Lord— "

Then, Golden Light emanating from somewhere forcibly covered his mouth, silencing him.

Magnus shuddered.

He suddenly felt a little cold.

He was now in his Daemon Primarchs, and a demon's body shouldn't feel cold, but he did shiver.

In an instant, it seemed as if some terrifying being had turned its gaze in their direction.

(Didn't collect the Chainsword today, will try again tomorrow. Keep trying, keep going!! ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ)