Chapter 74 74, Magnus

Most, no, all the Primarchs are arrogant and paranoid.

80% of the Primarchs, led by Lorgar, are confident that they can defeat 80% of their brothers.

And the remaining 20%, are confident that they can defeat all their brothers.

Obviously, the current No. 2 and No. 15 belong to the 20%.

Magnus's body continued to expand, and unimaginable energy surged in his body - in the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, he had used this trick when he could clearly defeat the opponent with psychic power. He made himself extremely huge and tore apart an Orc warlord-level Titan with his own hands.

Now that ten thousand years have passed, he has been sublimated, and now he is far better than before;

The original power of the High Heaven is continuously injected into the Primarch's body. His figure covers the sky and the sun, his power is boundless, and he is an extremely majestic giant! He exhaled air to drive the storm, his eyes evolved into thunder, and his wings covered the sky.

But he did not feel proud for long. Magnus soon found in panic that no matter how his figure expanded, no matter how his power grew, he could never surpass his brother in front of him.

The descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion had long been accustomed to fighting and fighting over the long years, and few things could make them change their expressions.

However, at this moment, all their common sense was overturned.

They stared at the two majestic primarchs in a daze, and fear and shock made them forget to breathe.

Two infinitely tall figures stood in the warp like ancient gods. The boundless sea of ​​souls was the stage trampled by them, the turbulent warp storm was the breeze blowing by their ears, and the terrified screams of countless warp creatures were their war songs.

Two extremely powerful energies, like two heavy punches, hammered the surface of the sea of ​​souls, and the psychic tides stirred up gathered into a turbulent tsunami and turned into a wave that swept everything - even in the almost infinitely vast subspace, every corner could feel the confrontation between brothers.

The action of the loving father stirring the thick soup paused, Khorne roared excitedly on the brass throne, Treachery laughed endlessly, and Slaanesh stared at the body of the Primarch with hunger.

The cold and ruthless sun emitted infinite light at this moment, and the dazzling golden light enveloped everything here, as if the day had risen in the sky.

The dark lords hidden in the depths lowered their proud heads. Before they were fully prepared, they did not dare to look directly at the majesty of the Primarch.

But the two brothers in the battle had no time to care about these. In the eyes of the great demigod, only victory was worth taking at this moment.

"No, this is impossible, No. 2, how could you do this?" The 15th Primarch seemed to see the truth that was difficult for him to understand, and his only remaining eye burst into light with dozens of colors.

"Put away your boring tricks, Magnus." Dukel said calmly, the scarlet cloak representing countless bloody battles fluttering behind him, and his whole body was burning with the spiritual flame between reality and illusion.

His tall and strong body stood straight, his bright eyes were filled with passionate fighting spirit, and his long black hair was dancing wildly in the storm of infinite energy.

Dukel stepped forward and crossed in front of Magnus in just a few steps.

The descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion hurriedly avoided the path of the Primarch, feeling fortunate that they could escape from the Primarch's anger.

Helpless, they wanted to get closer to their genetic father, but Magnus signaled them to retreat.

Even though they are Astartes, in the High Heaven, the battle between the sub-gods is far from something they can participate in.

"I have always been myself, always the same. But you, Magnus, when did you become so arrogant that you thought you could defeat me?"

Duke's eyes were so bright that they could not be looked at directly. "I am the symbiosis of all things, and the end of everything. I am the original walker and the creator of the intersection - in this space beyond the real universe, our essence is clear at a glance; through the human skin created for us by the Emperor, this is our true appearance."

"Since you already know, do you want to offer an oath of allegiance to Allah?" Magnus asked.

"I did come with an oath, but I am not like you who can only wag your tail and beg for mercy; I swear to illuminate the universe with the light of human will, and my flame will burn all the chaotic evil in the galaxy for me!"

"And you, my brother, are as lowly as ants and as stupid as pigs, and you are not worthy of being my enemy!"

"Hahaha, that's it, Dukel, I understand, I understand completely." Hearing the ridicule of No. 2, Magnus laughed instead of getting angry, and even laughed wildly,

"They all think you have woken up from the loss of control that can never return, but in fact, you have never woken up! You are just crazy! Completely crazy!"

"My brother, you are so pathetic!"

"There is no point in saying more, let me see what you have gained from your master." Dukel raised the scarlet chainsaw sword of the devil's weeping blood in his hand.

"I promise not to let you down!"

In the short time that followed, what kind of battle broke out between the primarchs, the mortals present had no idea.

In fact, all the senses of the descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion were completely disrupted by the flames that were set off by Dukel's charge. They could only vaguely see that a large amount of storm and thunder gushed out from the top of the demon primarch's staff.

Before these fallen space marines could come to their senses, they were knocked to the ground by the storm, even though they were already far away from each other - and this was just the aftermath of the fight between the two demigods.

The original power of the High Heaven continuously poured into the bodies of the two demigods, and Magnus's body was agitated with the brilliance of a supernova explosion, radiating tremendous energy.

Dukel was completely transformed into an endless and wanton wildfire, blooming with the light of tens of millions of stars, which was impossible to look directly at.

Magnus, who was wrapped in flames, flashed his wings, and azure rune vortexes rolled around him. The magic power of the wizard king dispersed the flames like a meteor, and set off storms and thunder in the red wildfire.

As soon as the two primarchs fought, the aftermath smashed the Great Pyramid and collapsed the magnificent palace. The mortal slaves kept by the Thousand Sons were reduced to ashes because they could not escape in time.

Dukel pressed forward step by step. In the red flames, the scarlet chainsaw sword shuttled back and forth like a snake, making a buzzing sound and leaving one tear after another on the scarlet king's robe.

The ferocious chainsaw, with the blessing of the primarch's power, repeatedly cut through Magnus's supernatural body, and each tear was accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.

A loud noise that made the Thousand Sons panic came from the battlefield. Magnus's staff, carrying the thunder of destruction, collided with the chainsaw sword in the flames.

The impact like a planetary explosion suddenly rose, and the savage shock wave vented its fury. The metal walls engraved with runes were torn into pieces, and the surrounding palaces were razed to the ground.

The blood heirs of the Thousand Sons spurted out the blood stuck in their throats. They struggled to stand up, shook off the ruins on the power armor, and tried to look at the battlefield.

Magnus angrily mobilized his psychic energy and cast countless psychic spells in the void. He wanted to use this to resist the attack of the flames, but he was so powerless.

Soon, a huge hand stretched out from the flames, grabbed his head, and crashed him to the ground.

Boom! ——

The two demigods fell from the air and hit the ground heavily like a meteor. The aftermath once again threw the Thousand Sons who had just stood up away.

"Protect my Lord!"

The Thousand Sons screamed one after another, and the unclean chants sounded from the mouths of the wizards. The ominous runes full of blasphemy began to mobilize the energy of the High Heaven.

The Great Pyramid of Tizca began to crumble under the ravages of the Primarch's power. The rune shield that wrapped the entire Thousand Sons fleet flickered at this moment, as if it would be completely shattered in the next second.

"The rune shield is maintained by the power of my father." A Thousand Sons bloodline shouted, "The current situation shows that our master is getting weak!"

The dust that rolled up the gravel gradually dissipated.

The figures of the two demigods appeared again in the center of an extremely huge meteorite crater.

Magnus lay on the ground, and the arcane runes flashing in various colors dissipated, revealing his miserable figure. His chest collapsed completely, leaving a series of horrifying lacerations on the great demigod's body;

And his head was stepped on by the iron boots, and one of the wings behind him was torn off, revealing the broken bones.

Dukel still held his bloody wings in his hand, and the chainsaw sword in his right hand had not been put down. He looked down at his brother, as if waiting for his brother to pick up the will to fight again.

"Can you stand up and fight with me again, brother?"

The Primarch asked excitedly, with the passion for fighting still remaining in his bright eyes.