Chapter 691: Whoever wins is the Primarch, whoever loses is the clone

The ground disintegrated inch by inch, the temperature of the surrounding air rose violently, the smell of ozone was sharp and pungent, roaring lightning surged from beneath the ground, and the neatly cut stones floated in mid-air.

What terrifying psychic power. The moment that psychic power was released, Azrael felt reality evaporate like dew in the sun, becoming thin and fragile.

That terrifying creature, the giant beast known by the Eldar as the Doom of Ma Lan'tai, clearly raised its head and looked at Azrael.

Azrael felt bone-chilling malice. The feeding of that psychic monster had been interrupted by Azrael's sword, and it now wanted to vent its anger toward Azrael——————

BANG!!!!!!

Sharp psychic tentacles pierced out, and the powerful psychic power instantly tore through Azrael's shoulder armor.

Agony from the soul swept through Azrael's entire body. If his will had been slightly weaker, he would have already fallen into madness and mental breakdown at this very moment.

Just a little bit... Azrael rejoiced that his reaction speed had played a role once again. He dodged this strike that could have instantly shattered Azrael's soul.

But that tentacle turned direction after brushing past Azrael's shoulder for an instant, drawing a ninety-degree angle and piercing toward Azrael's face.

Hellel's figure flashed, and he once again showed a speed even faster than Azrael's. The broad two-handed sword in his hand actually blocked the psychic tentacle of the Doom of Ma Lan'tai.

"Move!"

Without Hellel needing to say more, Azrael's figure moved, his sharp blade swept across, forcibly splitting this psychic tentacle. The strong psychic shock produced made Azrael's arm ache, and his face twisted for a moment.

The Doom of Ma Lan'tai let out a sharp roar, and the stones floating in mid-air due to its psychic power exploded into powder directly. Strong psychic power turned into surging waves, mixed with sharp... pressing toward the Imperium's troops.

Many Astartes who were closer to the Doom of Ma Lan'tai and had already lost their souls, leaving only flesh, were directly blasted into fragments by this psychic wave.

The psychic squads in the Deathwatch, Blood Angels, and Dark Angels raised psychic barriers in time. The psychic powers of the librarians mixed together, as intense as a roaring wild fire.

But in contrast, the psychic power of the Doom of Ma Lan'tai was like a scorching star. In just two or three seconds, the psychic shields supported by the librarian squads shattered.

But at this moment, a psychic power even more intense than all the librarian squads' souls mixed together surged from the ruined fortress.

A warrior wearing unpainted power armor, taller than the average Astartes, walked out from beside Archmagos Belisarius Cawl. This Astartes was overflowing with four psychic powers of completely different styles.

Like a cold hurricane, like the vast sky, like the secret texts in scriptures, like feudal superstition—four psychic powers surged out simultaneously, colliding with the psychic power of the Doom of Ma Lan'tai. In an instant, they were evenly matched, both shattering, tearing several ferocious cracks in the void, exposing the Empyrean hidden beneath reality.

Many demons in the Empyrean sensed the existence of this Warp crack and let out excited cheers, poking their heads out from the crack, trying to surge into the reality world.

For demons, this kind of behavior was simply an instinct. Breaking into the reality world was a business with no cost and high profit for them. Even if there was any danger in reality, they would at most die and be reborn in the Warp.

But just as they poked their heads out, psychic tentacles pierced out, piercing through the bodies of these demons.

These demons, who had just obtained physical bodies, withered rapidly, and what made them feel even more terrified was that their inner essence was also being eaten away rapidly.

The demons let out terrified wails, and the demons who were lucky enough not to be pierced by the psychic tentacles fled toward the Imperium's side in a panic.

Their thoughts were very simple: be killed by the Astartes, and then flee back to the Warp to read the bar and resurrect.

However, what greeted them was a roaring warhammer.

Fulgrim's face was twisted, and the three scars on his face were ferocious and terrifying, making him look like a poisonous snake that had just been used as a Fiji cup by someone, his resentment almost condensed into substance.

That bug actually dared to let him see, let him almost personally experience, impersonating the person he loved most to... Fulgrim let out a roar.

In just one encounter, those demons rushing toward the Imperium's troops were smashed by the heavy hammer, their limbs broken, but they were not banished back to the Warp, just losing their ability to act.

Then, behind Fulgrim, Mini-Doras drilled out, shaking the pockets on their bellies, flying toward those demons with smiles on their faces.

The demons' bodies shook, fear appearing on their faces, twisting their bodies and wanting to struggle, but they were grabbed by the Mini-Doras' round hands and stuffed into their pockets.

The Doom of Ma Lan'tai sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Fulgrim and immediately turned direction, twisting a large number of psychic tentacles toward Fulgrim.

The *Fireblade* in Fulgrim's hand shook, and orange-yellow firelight like a furnace splashed out. Those psychic tentacles were shattered into blue fragments in the blink of an eye.

Violet eyes filled with anger stared fixedly at Fulgrim.

The humiliation suffered in the hallucinations just released by the Doom of Ma Lan'tai now all turned into anger, trying to burn the Doom of Ma Lan'tai to ashes.

The Doom of Ma Lan'tai's body trembled slightly, and powerful psychic power rolled its body back a step.

Fulgrim stepped forward, pursuing, and behind Fulgrim, the Astartes also quickly poured ammunition toward the Doom of Ma Lan'tai.

The Doom of Ma Lan'tai's brain marrow squirmed violently like a worm, and vaguely, roars and wails echoed incessantly.

Everything around the Doom of Ma Lan'tai dimmed, as if everything nearby had been gnawed away by it.

A sharp insect cry sounded, and a howling psychic wind surged from around the Doom of Ma Lan'tai. The ammunition shooting at it quickly self-ignited, cracked, and turned into ashes and dissipated under the blowing of the psychic wind.

This psychic wind crossed the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, blowing directly onto the Astartes.

These psychic winds seemed to contain countless tiny burning insects. The armor cast from ceramite was dyed red by high temperature, and the heat tore through the power armor, drilling into the flesh and skin of the Astartes beneath the power armor. In an instant, all the nerve synapses on their bodies were ignited.

Wails echoed, and the Astartes blown by the psychic wind spat out scorching firelight from their mouths, their bodies burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, turning into withered bones and falling.

Azrael and Hellel were alert enough. The moment the psychic wind blew, they retreated with their squads to a safe position.

But this was because their distance was far enough and they had enough reaction time. ===== CHAPTER 692 =====