"Now that the annoying mosquitoes have receded, it's time to clean up the spiders in the corners."

Asmodeus blinked, and he saw the cold-weapon weapon in Coswayen's hand. As a psyker, he instinctively wanted to stay away. The knowledge in his mind told him that this

The instrument may actually kill an [alaph] completely.

"My lord, have you made up your mind so early?"

"This kind of thing does not require determination. It is a choice that is almost instinctive and common sense."

Coswayen closed his eyes.

"A psyker so powerful, so mysterious, so uncontrollable."

"When a war breaks out, soldiers are pressing down on the territory, and alien forces occupy every galaxy and world, those who can slaughter the enemy, stand on their own, and use their power to serve the empire will naturally be my lord's confidants.

"

"But when the situation eases, the situation improves, and the endless enemy forces are left with only defeated troops and flee away, and there is no longer a hopeless situation, then such a powerful and mysterious psyker is no longer a confidant."

"It's a close friend... a serious problem."

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[Am I always a symbol of disaster and misfortune in your mind? Sir, I am very curious about this.]

The sound, the sound is getting closer and closer.

Hearing this question, Zhuang Sen frowned involuntarily. He walked lightly, like a most focused leopard, walking in the slightly decayed jungle.

He didn't answer the question.

Jonson accurately calculated his time and steps. He was constantly renovating a huge map in his mind. With Morgan's airdrop pod as the center, he had searched through most of the areas that belonged to the consciousness of the Primarch.

It has been running at high intensity, searching for clues of psychic energy.

He was very sure that what he was looking for was now in the forest in front of him. His eyes could penetrate most of the area here, and his ears were raised to catch the slight sounds in the dead silence.

He heard the sound of boots scraping leaves. This time, it was particularly clear. Although it was only a moment that even the most keen Astartes would not notice, Jonson still captured it: it was a scene of devastation.

The leaves slowly fell down under the gravity, and they accidentally rubbed the heel of the riding boots with the sound they made.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the lion king's mouth.

But at this moment, the voice came again, and this time, it was still a question.

[Although I have already asked it once, Mr. Johnson.]

【But I still want to confirm it once.】

【Did you really come alone? 】

Along with this question, Zhuang Sen could feel those invisible tentacles appearing on his left and right. They were looming and distant, as if they were waiting for some kind of sound wave and consciousness to finally appear to complete their purpose.

Johnson laughed.

He remembered something, an insignificant fragment in his memory.

At this moment, he finally discovered her secret, her weakness, and her ridiculousness.

He was even genuinely smiling.

He raised the corners of his mouth and whispered a firm answer.

【Yes.】

【Of course I came alone.】
Chapter completed!