Chapter 470

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The order was quickly relayed to Bottom City.

The next second, countless Purge Plague Sect warriors clad in gray robes, their eyes flashing with purple light, surged forth from every underground passage and ruin.

They were taciturn, their movements neat and uniform, the weapons in their hands gleaming with cold psychic light.

Their addition was like placing the final counterweight on the scales.

The Chaos troops' already tottering defensive line collapsed completely in an instant under the Purge Plague Sect's impact.

Middle City's counteroffensive momentum became all the more unstoppable.

And at this moment, the skies above Upper City were the very center of the storm.

Atia stood on the Floating Oddity Disc, suspended beneath the burning fire clouds, his gaze beneath the hood sinisterly fixed on the castle below.

He had thought the capture would be effortless, yet his plans were thoroughly disrupted by the suddenly appearing Frost Dragon.

Wind and snow swept up across the sky, forcibly swallowing half the fire clouds.

An azure dragon shadow nearly ten meters long, wreathed in biting ice wind, hovered steadily opposite him.

Frost-white scales shimmered with a jade-like gloss; its ice-blue vertical pupils held not a shred of emotion, only the coldness of a predator overlooking prey.

When its wings unfurled, they blotted out the sky, and the surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing.

Lena did not waste a word.

Her dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible mental shock surged toward Atia like a terrifying wave.

This was a Hive Tyrant-class mental heavy blow, sufficient to easily shred the soul of an ordinary Alpha Esper; even a Space Marine Library Director could not handle it lightly.

Her opening move was a killing blow.

Atia's face changed drastically.

He had long guessed this "Frost Dragon" was a high-tier Tyranid unit, but only upon truly engaging did he keenly feel the horror of the opponent's psychic magnitude.

This was no ordinary Hive Tyrant; this psychic strength even rivaled some veteran Thousand Sons Supreme Wizards!

He dared not be the slightest bit careless; with a flip of his wrist, an ancient bronze censer appeared in his hand.

The censer was not large, its surface carved full of twisted runes, and from the gaps in its lid a cluster of eerie blue flame burned faintly.

"Hum~!"

Atia frantically poured psychic energy into the censer, and the lid flew open violently.

The eerie blue flame instantly flared, gushing from the censer's mouth.

Within the flames emerged hundreds of twisted, agonized ghost faces; they roared and wailed, weaving into an airtight psychic shield.

"Bang!!!"

The mental shock slammed hard into the ghost face shield, producing a dull, thunderous boom.

The surrounding air violently twisted; the castle spires below were instantly shattered by the shockwave, gravel raining down.

The ghost-face shield shuddered violently, hundreds of faces shrieking miserably in unison, yet it stubbornly withstood that terrifying mental shock.

The blue flame inside the censer, however, had visibly dimmed several degrees.

Atia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his palms covered in cold sweat.

This "Ten Thousand Souls Brazier" was one of the Galactic Great Secret Treasures treasured by the Thousand Sons Knowledge Sect.

It sealed tens of thousands of powerful psychic souls within, capable of both offense and defense — a rare strategic-grade treasure.

Had this mission to capture Lin En not been of utmost importance, the Knowledge Cult's Supreme Sorcerer would never have entrusted a treasure of this caliber to him.

If not for the Ten Thousand Souls Brazier in hand, that blow just now would likely have left him severely injured.

But before he could catch his breath, the Frost Dragon across from him launched another attack.

One ice-blue psychic spear after another materialized out of thin air, carrying bone-piercing chill, streaking toward Atia like a torrential downpour.

Psychic flagellation, Soul Shock Explosion, Frost Sigh...

Lena unleashed several different psychic spells in succession, wave after wave of offense, airtight and relentless.

Atia could only drive the Ten Thousand Souls Brazier, repeatedly using the ghost face shield to block.

With each blow blocked, the flame in the censer dimmed a fraction, the ghost faces on the shield blurred a fraction.

After several exchanges, the eerie blue flame had weakened to a guttering candle in the wind, liable to extinguish at any moment.

If this attrition continued, the Ten Thousand Souls Brazier would eventually be ruined.

Atia gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, turned and fled, preparing to ignore Lena and go straight for Lin En.

After all, if he directly seized Lin En, he had plenty of ways to immediately disengage from the battlefield!

The thought had just surfaced when the Frost Dragon across from him let out a clear, resonant dragon roar.

She seemed to have grown tired of her psychic attacks being blocked time and again by the strange censer; her wings beat violently, her massive body carrying biting ice wind as she lunged straight at Atia.

Sharp dragon claws flashed with cold light, bearing irresistible force, clawing viciously at his skull.

The speed was so fast it in no way fell short of psychic attacks.

Atia's face changed greatly; he hurriedly maneuvered the disc to dodge while waving his magic wand, firing several rainbow-colored psychic rays at the Frost Dragon's body.

These were twisted rays, capable of corroding armor and twisting souls; even Dreadnought heavy armor could be easily melted through.

Yet the rays struck the azure dragon scales and only kicked up a few feeble sparks before vanishing without a trace, failing to leave even a single mark.

Atia's pupils abruptly contracted.

Psyker Resistance this high?!

This is even more "Untouchable Domain" than the Silent Sisters!

His psychic attacks are almost completely ineffective against this Dragon.

Cold Sweat instantly soaked Atia's back.

Psychic attacks can't move it, and close combat doesn't look winnable either.

If this continues, he might really perish Here today.

Atia controlled the flying disc to dodge in a sorry state while cursing madly in his heart.

Where is that woman Luna?

Didn't she also want to catch Lin En for merit? Why hasn't she arrived yet?!

He can no longer afford to care about who gets the credit.

If he can't catch Lin En, the Quest of the Lord of Change cannot be Completed, and what awaits him will be endless torture more Terrifying than death.

The only hope now is that Luna's Chaos Knight can catch Lin En quickly.

As long as Lin En can be caught, there might still be a slim chance of victory.

Atia gritted his teeth, mobilizing his remaining psychic power, using the flying disc's speed to constantly maneuver in the air, yet his Gaze occasionally glanced toward the Avenue behind the Castle.

Luna...

You'd better hurry.

Otherwise, both of us will die!