The Tzeentch Sorcerer's smile lasted only a second.
The next second, she quietly looked at the man whose body was engulfed in golden flames and the woman wrapped in purple armor.
Their momentum is rising, but they are not mutually exclusive.
Tzeentch Sorcerer took a deep breath, his shock turning into admiration.
What a wonderful arrangement by fate!
She blurted it out, her tone even carrying a hint of genuine admiration.
Lynn ignored her praise; the thought processes of these Tzeentch were beyond comprehension.
He and " Isolde " exchanged a glance.
In that glance, there were no words, only pure understanding.
The instant their eye contact ended, they moved.
The two shot out simultaneously, leaving behind afterimages of one gold and one purple.
Tzeentch Sorcerer only saw a flash of light before the two of them rushed into the Chaos Spawn's formation.
A four-meter-tall Chaos Spawn lunged forward, its tentacles waving. The suckers at the ends of its tentacles were wide open, filled with rotating teeth.
" Isolde " did not slow down.
She threw a punch.
Purple Psychic Power enveloped the fist, piercing directly through the Chaos Spawn's chest.
The fist went in from the front and came out from the back, bringing with it blue blood and shattered internal organs.
The movement of the Chaos Spawn froze.
It looked down at the smoking hole in its chest, and its jumbled, distorted eyeballs blinked simultaneously.
Lynn's sword followed closely behind.
Sword of Valenia swept across, its golden blade severing the Chaos Spawn's neck.
The head, covered in eyeballs and tentacles, flew up, spun a few times in the air, and then landed.
Golden flames erupted from the wound, engulfing the entire corpse.
The abomination, twisted from Chaos energy, melted, evaporated, and vanished completely in the golden flames, like ice.
No trace was left.
Tzeentch Sorcerer's pupils contracted sharply.
The Chaos Spawn was not banished; it simply vanished.
Their essence is Chaos consciousness formed by the aggregation of negative emotions. Even if their physical bodies in the real world are destroyed, their energy will return to the Warp, waiting to be summoned again.
But those golden flames were burning away its essence.
Lynn landed, sword tip pointing to the ground, and looked up at the Tzeentch Sorcerer, golden flames leaping around him.
Meanwhile, " Isolde " continued its relentless charge forward, its movements precise and brutal.
A Flamer pounced from the side, spewing out colorful Warpflame.
Isolde turned to the side, flames grazing her armor.
She raised her right hand, and purple Psychic Power condensed into a point at her fingertips.
With a gentle flick, the Psychic Power shot out, hitting the Flamer precisely.
The Flamer screamed in agony, its body exploding like a punctured bubble, turning into countless specks of light.
The other Flamer tried to run away.
" Isolde " raised his hand and made a grasping motion, his Psychic Power transforming into an invisible giant hand that pulled the Flamer down from the sky and slammed it heavily to the ground.
A flash of purple light.
The Flamer shattered.
Loya watched all this from the shadows, her face flushed with excitement.
"Yes..." His voice trembled.
"This is exactly what I wanted, Master! Do you see it? What a wonderful combination!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
His eyes were fixed on the two figures: the golden Lynn and the purple " Isolde ".
Every movement they made, every coordination, every glance they exchanged.
To Loya, they were all like the finest works of art.
His breathing became heavy, and his eyes reddened.
"This is true joy..."
In the center of the battlefield, the Tzeentch Sorcerer's expression grew increasingly grim.
She commanded all her followers and demons to attack the two men, but it was to no avail.
The Flamer danced around them, spewing Skyfire.
But those flames were either blocked by Isolde's Psychic Power barrier or cleaved in two by Lynn's sword.
Occasionally, flames would fall on them, but they would be instantly extinguished by the golden and purple light.
A Flamer attempted to fly low overhead and then self-destruct.
But as soon as he approached the ground, Lynn leaped up, a golden sword light flashed, and the Flamer was split in two.
The Flamer was fast, but Lynn and Isolde were even faster!
Not to mention the Chaos Spawn.
They are clumsy, slow, and brainless.
Lynn and " Isolde " didn't engage in combat with them at all; they simply dodged, weaved through them, and occasionally killed one that blocked their path.
The Chaos Spawn couldn't catch up with them; they could only follow behind.
Tzeentch Sorcerer gritted his teeth, watching the two figures draw ever closer.
The blue shockwaves continued, but they had no effect on the two people.
The golden flames on Lynn's body and the purple shield around " Isolde " kept the shockwave at bay.
They were almost in front of her.
Seeing this, the Tzeentch Sorcerer jumped onto the Chariot of Change.
The chariot floated in the air, Spellcasting Necrontyr screamed and chanted incantations frantically beside her.
The Psychic Power field around the chariot began to strengthen, amplifying the Flamer and causing their flames to intensify.
Tzeentch Sorcerer drew something from his waist.
A piece of dead wood.
The dead tree was only the length of a finger, completely black, and covered with strange patterns.
But when the Tzeentch Sorcerer held it in his hand, the patterns glowed with a purple light.
She let out a roar and set the dead wood ablaze.
The dead wood caught fire, and the flames were purple.
The flames rose and twisted, outlining a huge symbol in the air.
From the largest crack, purple light began to surge forth.
A giant arm emerged from the crack.
Purple, burning, covering the distorted human face.
Then came the shoulders, the head, and the entire body.
Exalted Flamer.
It is five meters tall and its whole body is burning with purple flames.
Its body is more solid and magnificent than that of an ordinary Flamer, and the flames on its body are more dazzling.
Its head has three eyes, each gleaming with a mixture of wisdom and madness.
The appearance of the Exalted Flamer made the entire restaurant even more lively.
The ordinary Flamer let out joyful screams, and the flames on their bodies grew even brighter and hotter.
The Exalted Flamer lowered his head, staring at Lynn and " Isolde " with his three eyes.
Its mouth snarled, revealing a sinister smile.
Then his body spun around, his arms outstretched, and purple flames erupted from his body, forming a huge ring of fire around him.
The ring of fire spread out, forcing Lynn and " Isolde " back just as they rushed towards the Tzeentch Sorcerer.
A dozen or so Flamer seized the opportunity to surround them, hovering above their heads.
They opened their mouths at the same time and spewed out the most intense flames.
Countless colors intertwine to form a waterfall of flames that cascades down.
boom!!!
The flames engulfed the two people.
One minute.
For a full minute, the Flamer spewed forth their breath, and the flames burned relentlessly.
The temperature in the entire restaurant was suffocatingly high; the air was distorted, and the corpses on the ground began to char.
The Flamer finally stopped.
They hovered breathlessly in the air, looking down at the blackened ground.
There was no movement.
Tzeentch Sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief, a slight smile just beginning to appear on his lips.
There seemed to be something in the flames.
A black, semi-circular shield slowly appeared.
The shield's surface was covered in cracks, like over-refined pottery, slowly crumbling.
Beneath the Blackshield was a purple Psychic Power barrier.
The flames completely died down, revealing the two people inside.
Lynn held " Isolde " in one hand, keeping it Isolde in mid-air with its legs curled up, poised to pounce.
Lynn raised his head and looked at the Chariot of Change.
Aim carefully and throw!
" Isolde " shot out of Lynn's hand like a purple missile.
Her speed was so fast that her trajectory was invisible, and the force of her flight sent the ashes of the surrounding corpses flying high into the air.
A hint of surprise and uncertainty flickered in the eyes of the Tzeentch Sorcerer.
The Spellcasting Necrontyr on the Chariot of Change screamed as it chanted incantations, attempting to conjure a barrier of Psychic Power.
But it's too slow.
" Isolde's" right fist had already gathered the maximum amount of Psychic Power that this body could withstand.
The fist glowed with a blinding purple light, and the surrounding air was distorted and shattered.
He threw a punch.
A purple Psychic Power explosion engulfed the entire Chariot of Change.
The light was blinding, and the shockwave swept across, sending the surrounding Flamer flying and crashing heavily into the wall.
The light faded.
The chariot vanished, the Spellcasting Necrontyr disappeared, but the Tzeentch Sorcerer still stood there.
No, that's not Tzeentch Sorcerer.
That was just a phantom.
The real Tzeentch Sorcerer had already left the restaurant sometime earlier.
Before the illusory figure vanished, it smiled at Lynn.
"What an interesting change! Hahaha!"
Laughter lingered in the restaurant for a long time.