The crackling lightning claws were grabbed by the palms condensed with spiritual energy, and the twisted wrist joints with white bone stubble and pink tendons were pulled out with great force;

The laurel wreath raised high on the helmet was as light as a feather as the power sword. It was slashed by the great sword containing psychic energy in an instant, and was bent and broken with a harsh twisting sound.

"Death to the devil!" A red-eyed Night Lord rushed toward Calvin with a melta bomb, wanting to kill him together.

"Have you lost your head? Who is the devil?"

Calvin, who was dumbfounded, used his spiritual power to strangle him by the throat ten meters away, and then lifted him up on the spot.

Under the gaze of the bloodshot eyes of his comrades, he was crushed together with the bomb in his arms.

Boom!

Huge shock waves and heat waves were released to the surroundings, and Calvin's figure took the opportunity to disappear again. In the sight of everyone looking around, he appeared on the other side of the battle line to create new deaths.

Kill!

A Night Lord wearing a purple-black iron cavalry Terminator broke through the protection of the shield with the palm of Calvin's condensed psychic energy. He grasped his palm between the neck armor and the protective cover of the power backpack above his head.

Torn apart by force and psychic energy, the welds on the power shield behind him groaned and were pulled apart, and together with the main body below, they were torn off!

The steel giant, which suddenly lost its power source, had not yet felt the pressure of faltering. In the next second, Calvin picked him up on the spot and then slammed him to the ground.

The joint between his helmet and neck armor was deformed by the huge impact. The pale face under the fallen bat-wing helmet didn't even have time to put away the surprised expression, and was trampled to pieces by Calvin in the next second.<

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Kill!

The Astartes within a few meters of him stretched out his weapon towards Calvin, but the huge white figure turned around like a ghost.

The broad sword from the Luna Wolf was held upside down, and when it was swung with great force, it was like a fan of light, cutting off their breastplates before everyone else.

Kill!

Beside the corpse in the distance, an Astartes wearing a white visor was waving his staff. The huge psychic energy turned into black lightning with blasphemous power, attacking his body that had nowhere to dodge.

But how could this long-premeditated blow affect Calvin's rhythm?

The confrontation between psychics is essentially a confrontation between the soul and the heart, and the outcome can only be determined in an instant.

When the lightning was about to reach Calvin, an even more dazzling white-gold light burst out from his eyes, and a low voice came out of his mouth like a declaration:

"You are guilty!"

"You are guilty! God says that you are a fallen man!"

"You are guilty! God says, you are a traitor to the Lord!"

"You are guilty! God said, if you live without faith, you should die without support!"

Countless voices echoed in the minds of the Night Lords' think tanks instantly!

Countless negative words carrying real and powerful condemnation are denying his corrupted soul!

"I..."

The collapse of the soul's defense only happens in an instant.

Before he even had time to explain, his corrupted soul spontaneously ignited on the spot under the huge spiritual pressure, turning into a pale white torch wrapped in black armor.

Kill!

This is not the result Calvin wanted. There are still hidden enemies in this corrupted land that have not yet appeared.

But the team behind him could not interfere with the destruction of the furnace, so he could only turn into a solid door here to block these slaves of Chaos from the door.

Ten, twenty, thirty; one hundred, two hundred, three hundred.

Bloody close combat and the roar of violent missiles resounded throughout this station-sized hall; psychic energy and heavy artillery filled the huge but small space.

The Night Lords finally retreated. After the charge led by the warband lord was stifled by him, the traitors who surrendered to Chaos finally showed their weakness.

They no longer had the courage and perseverance they had under the emperor's command. After losing the oppression of their lords, they finally revealed their true side and fell into the fear and weakness hidden behind the tyranny.

They are brave enough to fight in private but timid in public fighting. They are just a bunch of trash who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

This is the conclusion that Calvin came to while standing on a hill piled on the corpses of hundreds of dead Astartes, holding a sword in one hand and breathing heavily.

The bitter consequences of traveling long distances without getting any rest have already been felt:

He still has a surplus of spiritual energy, but his seemingly endless physical energy is already running low.

If the impact just now had been more severe and lasting, he might have revealed his last trump card.

He took a deep breath of anxious air, trying to get the oxygen his body needed to recover.

In the darkness in the distance, more low and profane laughter sounded...
Chapter completed!