98. Getting More and More Chaotic!

The Death Guard rarely had outstanding Psykers.

That was no secret. The Death Guard, often fighting Chaos on the front lines, despised these unstable beings. Once Psychic Power became unstable, they became the most dangerous bombs.

What was more, the Primarch himself refused to introduce the most common psychic education system. Recruits with psychic talent were taught Numerology.

Thus, under Mortarion's leadership, the Death Guard had a group of Undertaker Librarians, but they merely served as replacements for the Soulless troops and as tools to summon the Primarch himself. They were rarely entrusted with critical missions.

They believed in the Death Guard, but Psykers did not seem particularly trustworthy.

But that did not mean the Death Guard had no true masters of Psychic Power.

There was one exception, an extraordinarily special existence—

Calas Typhon.

With only Numerology records within the Death Guard, no one knew how he cultivated himself, nor did anyone know just how far this irascible Barbarus native had progressed—

He himself, like the other Psykers, did not take the initiative to participate in important combat missions.

Take note: before people met Calas Typhon, they would usually say that the Death Guard had no outstanding Psykers.

And after meeting Calas Typhon, they would say—

"Calas!!! You ugliest thing in the galaxy—!!!!"

With a snap of Calas's fingers, Lucius's hideous face exploded into a brilliant firework once more.

"Don't call out,"

A standard villainous smile appeared on the Witch's face. He was practically vomiting blood now, crimson liquid pouring steadily from him and staining the gaps between his teeth.

"I'm insulting your master. You should behave."

Calas felt Slaanesh's gaze upon this place. He was now one hundred percent certain that Slaanesh was watching him—the False God's eyes were firmly fixed upon a mortal.

That was, of course, his...