The order was quickly relayed to the Lower City.
The next second, countless warriors of the Plague Cleansing Cult, dressed in gray robes and with purple eyes, poured out from various underground passages and ruins.
They were taciturn, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the weapons in their hands gleamed with a cold, Psychic Power light.
Their arrival was like placing the last weight on a scale.
The Chaos Forces' already crumbling defenses collapsed instantly under the onslaught of the Plague Cleansing Cult.
The counterattack from the Midtown is becoming increasingly unstoppable.
At that moment, the sky above the Uptown was the eye of the storm.
Atia hovered beneath the burning clouds of fire, his feet planted on Disc of Tzeentch, his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, fixed a sinister gaze on the castle below.
He thought the capture would be a piece of cake, but the sudden appearance of the Dragon of Frost completely disrupted his plans.
A blizzard swept upwards, swallowing up half of the fiery cloud.
A nearly ten-meter-long azure dragon shadow, accompanied by a biting cold wind, came to a steady stop opposite him.
Its frosty white scales gleamed with a jade-like luster, and its icy blue vertical pupils held no emotion, only the cold indifference of someone surveying their prey.
When its wings are spread, they blot out the sky, and the surrounding temperature drops to freezing.
Rena didn't waste any words.
The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible mental shock swept towards Atia like a raging storm.
This is a mental attack of the level of Hive Tyrant, enough to easily tear apart the soul of an ordinary alpha Psyker. Even the Space Marine's Chief Librarian of the Treasury would not be able to handle it easily.
Her first move was a deadly one.
Atia's expression changed drastically.
He had long guessed that this " Dragon of Frost " was a high-ranking unit of the Tyranids, but it was only when they actually fought that he truly felt the terror of its Psychic Power level.
This is no ordinary Hive Tyrant; its Psychic Power power is comparable to that of some veteran Thousand Sons Exalted Sorcerer!
He dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous; with a flick of his wrist, an ancient bronze incense burner appeared in his hand.
The incense burner was small, its surface covered with twisted runes, and a cluster of pale blue flames was burning faintly in the gaps of the lid.
"Buzz~!"
Atia frantically poured Psychic Power into the incense burner, and the lid was suddenly flung open.
The dark blue flames surged instantly, spewing out from the furnace opening.
Within the flames, hundreds of twisted, tormented faces emerged, howling and wailing, intertwining to form an impenetrable Psychic Power shield.
"Bang!!!"
The mental shock slammed into the ghost face shield, producing a dull thud.
The surrounding air distorted violently, and the spire of the castle below was instantly shattered by the aftershock, with rubble falling in a shower.
The shield formed by the ghostly faces shook violently, and hundreds of faces simultaneously let out shrill screams, yet they managed to withstand this terrifying mental shock.
The blue flames inside the incense burner had noticeably dimmed.
Atia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his palms sweating profusely.
This " Brazier of Ten Thousand Souls " is one of the Milky Way's great secret treasures held by the Thousand Sons Cult of Knowledge.
It contains tens of thousands of powerful Psychic Power, making it a rare strategic treasure with both offensive and defensive capabilities.
If the mission to capture Lynn hadn't been so crucial, the Supreme Wizard of the Cult of Knowledge would never have entrusted him with a treasure of this caliber.
If he hadn't possessed the Brazier of Ten Thousand Souls, he would likely have been seriously injured by that attack.
Before he could catch his breath, the Dragon of Frost on the other side launched another attack.
One after another, icy blue Psychic Power appeared out of thin air, carrying a chilling aura, and shot towards Atia like a torrential rain.
Psychic Power Lash, Mind Blast, Frost Sigh...
Rena unleashed several different Psychic Power spells in succession, launching wave after wave of attacks that were impenetrable.
Atia could only activate the Brazier of Ten Thousand Souls and continuously use the Ghost Face Shield to defend himself.
With each attack blocked, the flames in the incense burner dimmed a little, and the ghost face on the shield became a little more blurred.
After several rounds, the ghostly blue flames had weakened to the point of being like a candle flickering in the wind, and could be extinguished at any moment.
If this continues, the Brazier of Ten Thousand Souls will eventually be ruined.
Atia gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and started running, intending to ignore Rena and go after Lynn.
Anyway, if we just grab Lynn, he has plenty of ways to escape the battlefield!
The thought had barely formed in his mind when the Dragon of Frost opposite him let out a clear, resonant roar.
Seemingly tired of her Psychic Power attacks being repeatedly blocked by the strange incense burner, she suddenly flapped her wings, her massive body carrying a biting cold wind, and pounced straight towards Atia.
The sharp dragon claws gleamed with a cold light, carrying immense force, and viciously clawed at his head.
Its speed was in no way inferior to that of a Psychic Power attack.
Atia's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly maneuvered his flying disc to dodge, while simultaneously waving his wand, sending several rainbow-colored Psychic Power rays toward the Dragon of Frost's body.
This is Warp Ray that can corrode armor and twist the soul; it can easily melt through even the Dreadnought heavy armor.
The rays struck the blue dragon scales, but only produced a few faint sparks before disappearing without a trace.
Atia's pupils suddenly contracted.
Psychic Power resistance this high?!
This is even more "untouchable" than the Sisters of Silence!
His Psychic Power attacks were almost completely ineffective against the dragon.
Atia's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
The Psychic Power is ineffective, and it seems unlikely they can defeat the opponent in close combat either.
If this continues, he might really be doomed here today.
Atia frantically dodged and weaved with his frisbee while cursing under his breath.
Where is Luna, that woman?
Didn't she also want to capture Lynn to claim credit? Why hasn't she arrived yet?!
He no longer cares about being the top contributor or not.
If he fails to capture Lynn and complete the Lord of Change's mission, he will face endless torment more terrifying than death.
The only hope now is that Luna's Chaos Knight can catch Lynn quickly.
If we can capture Lynn, there might still be a sliver of hope for victory.
Atia gritted his teeth, channeling his remaining Psychic Power, and used the speed of the frisbee to circle in the air, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the main road behind the castle.
Luna...
You'd better hurry.
Otherwise, we'll both die!