Chapter 74 The Killing Joke

Zhuang Sen stroked the armor on his left arm, his expression as gloomy and terrifying as the deep forest after a heavy rain.

The logo that showed the sword and wings of the First Legion had been completely torn by an overly obvious scar, just like a goshawk roughly scratched the metal wound with its sharp claws, triumphantly

Showing off his successful blow.

This is the only crack on the black armor of the Primarch, and the rest is nothing more than some dark scratches, and only scattered paint spots have been lost, but it is this whitish trace that is visible on the pure black armor.

It looks extremely dazzling, allowing anyone to easily observe it at first glance.

White within black is even more eye-catching and eye-catching than black within white.

The Primarch of the First Legion kept observing this rough crack, and his vision became increasingly gloomy, even when he saw the mortal: her appearance now looked extremely miserable, from the corner of her mouth

Even when his earlobes were dripping with blood caused by psychic overload, his depressed gaze did not have any sense of victory.

Zhuang Sen was sure that at that moment, he did not let down his guard.

When he warned the somewhat offended mortal and started another round of training, he never relaxed his vigilance even a little bit, nor did he abandon any method that was enough to win: except directly laying the sword across the mortal.

on the neck.

But despite this, even though he was trying his best to dodge and sense, the net that Morgan weaved with his spiritual energy still gradually shrank and squeezed his activity space until the spiritual energy condensed by a cluster of firelight

The sharp edge finally fixed the location of the Primarch, leaving behind a wound that almost shattered the entire Seiko Power Armor shoulder armor.

Zhuang Sen recalled that moment carefully, took the trouble to take it apart, kneaded it bit by bit, and analyzed it inch by inch, but in the end, he came to that conclusion.

Under those conditions, he really had no means to escape unscathed.

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[Please do not underestimate the desperate struggle of an alphaph, and do not overestimate those anti-psychic devices. If they are really effective, psykers will not become a nightmare.]

"Besides these, what other ways do you have to [kill] me?"

[In addition, it is said that the reaction speed of Astartes warriors is as fast as milliseconds... Anyway, I didn't see it. 】

The folds that were once specially arranged on the sleeves and waist of the windbreaker have been completely disrupted. The collar is now dotted with drops of dark red blood, which is completely dirty, and the corner of the scarf has also been stained by an unknown source of air.

The waves were cut away alive without a trace, and now they are lying limply on the chest, like a poisonous snake with its head cut off.

His face was tense.

Jonson raised his head slightly. He captured this syllable keenly and seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

But Jonson was not obsessed with this. He was not Perturabo. He would not get angry just because he stepped in a puddle after a moderate rain and splashed mud. The Primarch swallowed himself quite rationally.

small failures and start thinking about the things that really matter.

[Concentration? In this aspect, psykers may even suffer the most. The whispers in the subspace have been tormenting everyone involved in psychic powers. In fact, a psyker who can fully concentrate can almost

It is a false proposition, unless he has decided to die.】

【If you really want my full strength, then things will go badly.】

【but……】

[But speed is not everything. If you are close enough, a quick sprint will be enough to end everything before the game starts. Therefore, in addition to those psykers in the biochemical system, real psykers will also care about speed.

The second factor above.]

She did not answer immediately, but just lowered her head slightly, breathed slowly, and adjusted her breath until Zhuang Sen's already frowning frown deepened.

"..."

[Similarly, as long as the speed is fast enough, even a rusty dagger can kill an alphaph.]

【There are many ways I can try to kill you completely.】

Morgan even carries a pair of sunglasses in the pocket of his windbreaker, just in case.

[In short, for psykers, death does not mean simply the head falling to the ground and blood flowing freely. That would be too unartistic. 】

She was still laughing, even though Jonson's sword looked like it was going to kiss her neck the next second.

【Unless, another factor is added.】

[Or you can let the strong wind and metal converge into a real cage, which will take you high into the sky and throw you down, turning you into a fiery red meteor.]

【Yes, Your Excellency, you ordered it.】

He even thought he had lost, to some extent.

"Think of more ways to kill me."

And all of this happened two Terran Standard Times ago.

This answer did not relax the Primarch's frown even a little bit.

【No, Sir, I did not violate it.】

Just like Jonson, he is also serious.

【Like a real life and death battle.】

He walked over, stretched out his hand, smoothed the ashes and gravel on it, and then pointed, motioning for Morgan to come over.

The word lingered in the corner of Morgan's mouth, turned into a wisp of smoke, and slowly dissipated into the dead air.

[As long as you are fast enough, a psyker can kill an Astartes in a hundred ways, whether it's shattering everything in the armor with lightning, letting fire end the suspense of the duel, or building up a thick

The barrier puts oneself within absolute protection.】

"The war is urgent, and there are no conditions for the real [training] you mentioned yet, but you have time to continue thinking about them."

"You didn't use your full strength."

The silver-haired mortal female officer obviously spent too much energy in the training just now. She walked with difficulty, her footsteps dragging on the ground. From her eye sockets, the corners of her mouth and the shells of her ears, freshly dried blood could be seen. That was

The result of over-squeezing psychic energy.

"Next time, tell me before you start and don't be clever."

"You have time to think about it."

"Tell me, your [full strength]."

Either rush into the airtight psychic net, or you can only use the most defensive shoulder armor to resist the attack under the threat of that psychic impact, leaving the possibility to the equipment instead of

own strength.

【Yes, speed.】

Zhuang Sen's voice seemed to be filled with a smile.

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It is true that Jonson will not win this training by pointing his sword at Morgan, but this does not mean that one or two of his countless sword lights will not pass by: how to interfere with the spellcasting of psykers has always been [

Killing Psykers] is an important research project in this discipline. The Primarch is obviously well versed in this. Just a seemingly random swipe is enough to turn Morgan's strangling formation into a ridiculous flaw in an instant.

object.

"This time, you can explain."

[You can say it was accidental, because this is my first time to use this kind of step-by-step strangulation snare, and the effect it will have is unpredictable. 】

After coming to this conclusion, the Primarch's face became increasingly gloomy.

At that second, it seemed like a dead end.

Compared with the glamorous appearance before, Morgan now can be said to be a little disheveled.

"Is such an attack an accident or the result of careful calculations?"

The speed and reaction that the Primarch was so proud of showed a different kind of paleness and powerlessness in front of the web of thorns woven with psychic energy.

He heard the undertones.

Then, she noticed that Zhuang Sen was smiling, a smile with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and no teeth exposed.

[Or, the simplest way, I can directly tear a crack in the subspace and let you get involved in the turbulence of time and space. When you come out of the irregular subspace,

Maybe the so-called human race has not appeared.】

The Primarch was silent for a while, as if waiting for Morgan to rest.

[I can directly tear open a rift and make you fall into it.]

【I did try my best within the scope allowed by the situation.】

[Time, means, luck, and some necessary delaying methods, such as traps and dead soldiers, are all indispensable. After all, psykers are not real gods, and they still have to be exposed to some fireworks occasionally. 】

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[I made it very clear, Your Excellency, it is both.]

As soon as he finished speaking, an icy cyclone exploded around the Primarch, turning into waves of violent storms that were enough to chill the soul.

Morgan tilted his head.

kill.
To be continued...