Who Is the Most Powerful Psyker? Definitely Not Magnus

"Magnus—"

The shout drifted far away on the wind. Corn stalks bent and rose like waves, revealing a red-brown-haired figure amid the lush green. At the sound of that High Gothic word, the man abruptly froze.

Go, hurry.

The Primarch, using Psychic Power to disguise herself as an ordinary man, told the children seated in a circle around her. Magnus waved both hands and spoke in strangely accented Barbarus dialect,

Hurry. My friend has come looking for me.

The children of Barbarus were more nimble than she had expected. Before Magnus could urge them again,

the children spotted someone walking toward them from the settlement in the distance, immediately grabbed their scythes, and slipped into the boundless cornfield.

Magnus only heard a few laughs from within that lush green jungle. The Primarch let out a small sigh of relief, tucked the local seeds the children had given her into her pocket, then reluctantly turned around.

Her red hair ignited as she turned, defying gravity like drifting seaweed in the ocean.

A white flash lit up around her. The ordinary man's form grew tall, swelling like an inflated balloon. Crimson climbed over her skin, her armor gleamed, and the books hanging heavily from golden chains at her waist swayed.

"Magnus—what—are—you—doing?!"

Hades shouted. He jogged over with a grin, followed closely by the Ahriman who could not keep up with him, and another Primarch moving slowly in the distance.

Magnus instinctively swallowed. Even though she had learned to endure Hades's Warp projection, Emperor above, when had Mortarion's Psychic Power—and appearance—become so terrifying?

Wasn't he—Magnus recalled the figure who had once denounced Psychic Power at the Council of Nikaea—wasn't he opposed to Psychic Power?!

Although Magnus knew that Mortarion had ultimately embraced the vast ocean, this level of Psychic Power...

The sun shone