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Chapter 3102 Controlling Iron with Heart

Seeing the storm of sharp blades mixed with anger and evil flames of Tzeentch, Soshiyang smiled, simply mocking.

"You are too weak, Magnus, not as good as one of Mortarion's fingers."

Fentian slashed down, and a sharp wave of air swept through, like splitting the ocean tide. Countless psychic blades and evil flames of Tzeentch dissipated instantly, and the remaining energy rushed towards Magnus, forcing him to raise his arms and cross them to resist.

, but was still knocked several meters away, and his body flickered even more fiercely.

"Don't compare me to that hypocritical idiot!"

Magnus roared, and the entire Titan seemed to be shaking. This was the first time that his voice was filled with real anger, and even his face seemed to be on fire.

"Why, does the truth hurt you?"

With a loud laugh, Soshyan held Fentian tightly with both hands, appeared in front of Magnus like lightning the next second, and chopped off the opponent's head.

Magnus roared, a sickle-shaped sword appeared in his hand, and he tried to raise his defense.

Amidst the violent impact, the terrifying force caused Magnus to kneel on one knee in an instant.

"That's right, kneeling is the attitude you should have."

"Damn it!"

Magnus was stimulated, and light burst out in an instant. The huge psychic energy seemed to burst the entire Titan cockpit, but Soshyan just sneered and raised his leg to kick.

In an instant, the soles of his shoes came into close contact with that red face.

"oops!"

The Scarlet King was rolled over by this blow, and the powerful psychic energy also disappeared. At the same time, a layer of white frost began to cover the cockpit, which was cold enough to penetrate into the soul.

Amnak put his hands on the railings surrounding the Mechanical Throne, as if watching a drama, watching with interest Soshyan kicked Magnus away like a ball, and joked:

"Soshiyang, after all, he is the son of the Lord of Humanity. If you beat him like this, aren't you afraid that Erda will cause trouble for you?"

"She doesn't know how to teach her son, so I will teach it for her."

Magnus's wings trembled, he suddenly stood up, rushed towards Soshyan, and tried to stab the opponent in the abdomen with the blade.

But Soshyan just dodged freely, stood in the open space on the right side of the opponent, then released his weapon, turned in a small circle, and slammed Magnus in the face with his elbow.

With a muffled groan, the Scarlet King's jaw snapped.

"What's the matter? Don't you know a lot of witchcraft? Why don't you use it?"

With a sneer, Soshyan punched the opponent against the wall again, crushing a piece of equipment. Before the opponent fell to the ground, he went up and grabbed his long hair, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.

"Next time, remember to roll as far as you see me."

After lightly patting the opponent's cheek with his palm, Soshyan punched again, breaking the opponent's nose and cheek with one punch.

Magnus roared and tried to struggle but was unable to break free. His psychic power was completely suppressed, and his entire body was close to translucent.

"You are really pitiful. You have talent but no wisdom, you have courage but no heart, and you are driven by your selfish self."

Soshyan's fist stopped for a moment and he looked at Magnus's angry one eye.

"If one day you figure it out and want to get real relief and salvation, maybe we can have a chance to continue talking. If you don't accept it, send your sons to die, or you can go to Fulgrim and cry to him.

Make a small alliance and bring together Mortarion, Angron, Lorgar, and Petrabo. You can come together, or make an appointment and I'll go."

After saying that, with one punch, the Scarlet King's body instantly shattered into countless pieces of transparent glass and scattered on the ground.

After straightening up, Soshyan glanced at a scroll strip on his waist, where there was an additional line of luminous words -

[Beware of the Lord of Darkness, stay away from Thunderstone Church]

Holding the sutra scroll calmly, Suoshiyang turned it into ashes with a little force in his hand.

"It seems that he has another purpose. Although it is only a temporary incarnation, it is not easy to cultivate. After all, it is not easy to accommodate the will of the devil's original body."

Not far away, Amnak suddenly floated over and said something. Soshyan did not answer, but turned to look at the two dead soulless people.

"This thing is not safe at all. Mortal soulless people are only mortals in the final analysis. They are still fragile when facing truly powerful subspace entities. Mechanical sages will always make such mistakes that they take for granted."

Faced with Soshyan's avoidance, Amnak just smiled, then pointed to the floor and said:

"What about this big iron lump? The driver is also dead."

"Well, tell Zhao Akada to come and drag him away——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cockpit suddenly shook, accompanied by the sound of metal collision and friction, as well as the unique roar of Tyranids.

Amnak glanced at the exit and said:

"It seems that Tyron is not planning to let this thing go. It seems that we have no choice but to give up."

But Soshyan was a little confused at this time.

"After all, so many resources have been spent... It would be a pity to let the Tyranids destroy it like this. It is an asset of mankind after all."

After thinking for a few seconds, Soshyan walked towards the mechanical throne that controlled the Titan. It was originally wrapped in a glass cover, but now the glass cover has been broken, and the various crystal balls of unknown purpose inside are also in pieces.

Seemingly knowing what Soshyan was going to do, Amnak nodded.

"You can try it."

Soshiyang took a look and found that the mechanical throne was quite large. Although it was a bit cramped for him, he could still fit in it.

When he sat on it and pressed his hands on the armrests, a large number of silver threadworms emerged from his fingertips. After a long period of accumulation and multiplication, these things had even become another organ of his in a sense.

Soon, the nematodes swept down and enveloped the entire Mechanical Throne. At the same time, the extinguished lights were lit one after another.

In an instant, Soshyan felt that his consciousness was withdrawn from his body and merged into a body composed of steel and anger. His muscles and tendons were replaced by giant pistons and hydraulic fiber bundles, intertwined with something like an eternal circuit.

The singing voice should be the Banshee's black iron core psychic resonance system.

Although he was not good at psychic powers, Soshiyang still let the power penetrate into it, but he did not expect that the black iron core began to undergo incredible changes, and its texture began to transform into black stone, but Soshiyang did not notice all this.

He was still silent in this unique feeling. The weapons in his hands were no longer bolt guns, but huge artillery that could wipe out thousands of troops, and iron fists that could crush houses.

When he opened his eyes, he was overlooking the battlefield from a god's perspective. This was a completely different feeling from the incarnation of the Star God. When the Star God was incarnated, his consciousness would actually be a little blurry, but at this moment he was exceptionally sober and clear, and his limbs

He was also a little stiff, as if his consciousness was still gradually adapting to the huge size and heavy body.

At this time, he felt something scratching him. He turned his head slightly and found a fierce woman insect on his left shoulder. It was cutting the thick armor plate with its sharp claws. There were already wires exposed to the air, and his legs

Above, countless small Tyranid creatures are climbing up the rock, like ants attacking giant beasts.


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