Screw You! Screw You! QAQ
Lin En sometimes really thinks that Little Horse is too cunning.
He can't beat them, and he loves to provoke others.
Just like those teammates in games who relentlessly provoke and initiate team fights, only to end up with a 0-10 score and keep typing question marks.
Besides being stubborn, he's good for nothing.
He's bad at the game but loves to play.
Trying to reason with him is a waste of breath, because this kind of dimwit has no idea you're mocking him. If you want to mock him, you have to pry open his brain and enlighten him first.
Pshaw, what kind of food is that? Even a dog wouldn't eat it.
The pre-match trash talk segment is gone.
Lin En, feeling utterly bored, said, "Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve? If not, I'm going to start hitting you."
Magnus was furious upon hearing this, feeling that he had been slighted!
He jumped to his feet, the ice shards on his knees flying far away, and the psionic runes on his crimson face instantly lit up. "Don't be so arrogant! Lion isn't here this time! What do you think you can do to me?!"
Lin En paused for a moment. "... If you don't mention your older brother, you can hold on a little longer. If you do, you'll be done for immediately."
Who do you think the Lion King is?
The Lion King is now a true space-based Demigod, having merged with his own Warp Essence, OK?
Magnus: "... What do you mean?"
Lin En looked up at the sky. "The literal meaning."
Magnus followed his gaze upwards.
The void was quiet and still, dotted with stars, with only some psychic energy remnants and shards of ice like broken glass floating at the edge of the battlefield.
Thousand Sons was engaged in a fierce battle with the Astartes of the Imperium in the distance.
The ice field was covered with craters, crisscrossed by the fireballs that had just struck.
That's all. Nothing at all.
A flash of cold light appeared first, then the spear shot out like a dragon.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the void above their heads.
The crack tore open from the middle to both sides swiftly and violently, and in an instant, a huge gash appeared in the sky, with blue-white Warp light shooting out from its edges.
The massive legion emblem of the Dark Angels on the bow of the Unyielding Truth emerged from the crack.
With a deep, rumbling roar, the deep green Unyielding Truth emerged from the Warp, like a giant beast rising from the surface of a tunnel, and landed directly in this small space in the asteroid belt.
"!!!!" Magnus's single eye suddenly widened.
A flash of cold light, and a figure in green and golden Golden Light leaped down from the ship's side. He descended with incredible speed, his red wings flashing like fire, and his sword and shield held high above his head.
Magnus awkwardly used his staff to defend himself.
"Bang!!!"
That sword strike was like a meteorite falling to earth, a star falling from the sky.
Magnus was knocked down by the sword, his knees bent at a ninety-degree angle, and he collapsed to his knees with a crack, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards from the bottom of his knees.
-- Lion Aljonson arrived, descending from the sky and brutally beating Magnus with a single sword strike.
Have you ever seen this sword technique that descends from the sky?
Lin En looked up.
Your older brother is still your older brother.
The eldest son of the family, the pillar of the clan.
He's here to clean house!!!
The blade struck Magnus's staff, sending shockwaves blasting outwards. The surrounding cover was blown away, and the nearby Astartes rolled several meters away, clutching their helmets. They scrambled to their feet, helped each other up, and looked up at the sky.
Unyielding Truth.
Ah, it's His Highness the Lion!
The Lion King landed, his blond, graying, slicked-back hair perfectly styled. He planted the tip of his sword on the ground and looked at Magnus: "My foolish brother, you're causing trouble again."
Magnus looked up at the Lion King, his pupils dilated in shock, and he scrambled to his feet, tumbling and crawling as he tried to run away.
He can teleport for short distances.
Advanced Psyker possess the ability to protect themselves with both hands; they can perform short-distance spatial jumps without even needing a wind-up, disappearing with a mere thought.
He was never ashamed of running away; survival was the most important thing, a lesson he had learned during the Horus Heresy.
But his older brother is his natural nemesis.
Have you ever seen an assassin with top-tier combat skills and the ability to teleport?!
He's one of the best melee fighters in the Primarchs, and he even has Blink. You run three miles away, turn around, and he's standing right in front of you. Does that make sense?! Does that make sense?!
That's about 70-80% reasonable!
Knock on it!!! QAQ
Magnus ran for a long time with all his might.
In the end, his older brother still caught up with him.
Lion stood thirty meters in front of him, his longsword drawn.
To catch a turtle in a jar.
Waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.
"Have you run enough?" the Lion King asked.
Magnus, with nowhere to hide, desperately held his staff to his chest. "Lion?! Aren't you on Mars?!"
The Lion King pulled the sword from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and said, "I heard you were roaming outside the Solar System, so I came all the way here."
"You—" Magnus glanced behind him.
Lion was in front of him, and Lin En was slowly walking towards him from a distance, bathed in Golden Light, his hands in his pockets, blocking his retreat.
Magnus glanced ahead again.
Lion stood on the other side of the ice floe, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
... Do I need to pick up both my sword and shield at the same time to deal with him?!
Magnus felt a chill run down his spine, but he stubbornly refused to back down. "Lion, let's talk."
"What are we talking about?" The Lion King tilted his head.
"Let's negotiate." Magnus tightened his grip on his staff. "You let me go, and I promise the Thousand Sons will leave the Solar System. I won't get involved in this mess anymore. I'll return to the Warp, and you fight the other enemies. I promise I'll never set foot on Terra again—"
"Looks like I didn't teach you a lesson last time," the Lion King interrupted him.
Magnus choked.
"What did I tell you last time, Magnus?" The Lion King twirled the Fealty in his hand. "With me, you have no right to negotiate. I told you to be more obedient from now on."
Magnus simply didn't learn anything good.
He said something similar in Bolomite last time.
They said he would retreat to the Warp, that he would no longer get involved, and that he would keep to himself and their interests.
After being resurrected, he came back again.
Magnus's lips moved slightly: "This time is different—"
What's different?
"Tzeentch..." Magnus said in a low voice.
He regretted it, he really regretted it. Perhaps his decision to side with Tzeentch was a terrible mistake.
But there's no point in saying anything more now.
Magnus, in a fit of desperation, slammed his staff onto the ice and glared at Lion: "What exactly do you want?"
"What do I want?" The Lion King took a step forward, his boots creaking on the ice. "You bunch of useless traitors attacked the Solar System together, and you ask me what I want?"
Magnus took another step back, his back nearing the edge of the tundra, where he could go no further.
There's no point in retreating in front of Lion.
Having no other choice, he could only hold his staff horizontally in front of his chest, staring at the Lion King with his one eye. "Words are useless, just do it!"
******
Magnus had barely finished speaking when...
The Fealty in the Lion King's hand suddenly glowed with Golden Light from top to bottom.
Golden Light shot up from the hilt, along the spine, over the guard, and across the blade, making the edge appear as if it were cast from molten gold, glowing like a giant golden fluorescent stick.
The Lion King was taken aback.
Magnus was also taken aback.
Both of them looked at the Fealty in the Lion King's hand.
The Fealty gleamed as if it were a substitute for something else, clearly intended to kill him.