I Fight Everyone

You became fuller, more powerful.

Yet you felt not at all good.

Thus you could only swing your scythe again and again.

This was indeed a blood-pumping combo attack!

Hades looked into the distance, a psychic muggle who did not know what Neos had done to Mortarion and Sanguinius within the psychic realm,

yet just a few breaths later, Mortarion and Sanguinius's psychic powers surged! Heavily boosted! Insanely amplified!

In contrast, that holy sun dimmed a fraction.

Hades could feel that his own power had also been summoned midway, but because the Emperor's psychic power at the center of the main battlefield was too blinding, Hades could not analyze who had summoned him, nor could he tell how much of the Emperor's psychic power or the primarchs' psychic power he had actually devoured.

It mattered not; Hades looked at the two primarchs, who had once again grown taller, brighter, or darker, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

A very interesting battle.

The Emperor thought truly, how long had it been since he had engaged in such an intense physical fight? Was it a thousand years ago, or ten thousand years ago? It seemed the last time he had focused on a physical contest was in Commorragh.

Pity that place had already become Slaanesh's graveyard—

Commorragh's madness indeed made Neos feel somewhat novel in certain aspects.

And this time, it was no longer him deliberately suppressing his own power while fighting with mere flesh, but a struggle on two fronts simultaneously. Gods who had voluntarily fallen from the sky wrestled with demigods who had newly grown wings, at least making the gap in strength no longer so disparate.

Yet, it was actually these two.

Neos thought indifferently.

Simultaneously, he fiercely met the long scythe with his sword, the huge