But now, Magnus felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation, as if he were about to choke. The surrounding sounds completely disappeared, even the roar of the engine couldn't be heard, as if this warship was no longer a warship but more like a tomb...

I have to get out of here!

Magnus quickly made a decision, trying to use his psychic powers to leave and see what was happening, but soon Magnus noticed a terrifying and unsettling scene—his psychic powers completely disintegrated after being released, like snow melting in flames, disappearing without a trace, utterly collapsed.

What should he do now?

Magnus had never felt so powerless, the sensation was so unfamiliar as if something that had always been with him had vanished, leaving him without support, and without... Wait, what is that sound?

"Thump... Thump... Thump..."

Heavy footsteps sounded, sending a shiver through Magnus's entire body. He turned his head towards the distant hallway. Normally, he could easily use his psychic powers to figure out who was causing trouble, but now, Magnus could do nothing, as if he were a blind man in a pitch-black world, although physically, Magnus could still see everything clearly in front of him.

But from a psychic perspective, Magnus had become a deaf and blind cripple, staring with wide eyes, gripping his weapon tightly, and watching the dim corridor ahead.

Soon, he heard a voice.

"You are that that-that that that... Rainbow Sunshine Little White Horse, dee-dee-da-dee-dee-da..."

Singing.

Magnus thought it might be some niche music from Terra long ago, but he wasn't sure. Although he didn't have Fulgrim's knack for art, Magnus could confirm the voice was definitely off-key, and quite severely so.

Yet the singer continued, without any intention to stop.

Then, that monster appeared.

In Magnus's eyes, the shadow began to melt, followed by a tall figure appearing before him. It looked like an Imperial Judge or a Star Warrior, holding a Thunder Warhammer. From the outside, there didn't seem to be anything unusual.

But Magnus saw differently; his projection in Subspace saw the distortion and horror lurking under that armor, an indescribable grotesqueness!

"Who the hell are you!!"

Magnus roared, furiously chanting incantations as he widened his eyes, trying to see through the bulky armor and perceive the true form of the monster hidden within!

Then, he saw————!

[Magnus has seen you!]

[Magnus makes a psychic check]

[Psychic check passed, Magnus sees your true form!]

[Magnus's sanity -50]

[Magnus is in panic!]

"No, what are you!!"

The Fallen Demon Primordial screamed in terror, backing away, despite it being the one with large horns and wings. But now, it looked at Duanmu Huai with indescribable fear. It saw the squirming tentacles under the armor, the distorted shadows, and that extremely terrifying face! Even through the helmet, it could see it all!

"No...stay away!"

Magnus stumbled backward, forcing himself to close his eyes, yet independently of his sight, that indescribable terrifying existence had been fully imprinted in his mind. Simultaneously, that voice rang in Magnus's ear.

"Ah, you've seen it, Magnus..."

"Ah, ny kàn jiān rě, ma kè lù sī..."

"*$#,#&#*!!&*&@）*...&,*...@...&@"

Countless noises, accompanied by the whispers of that monster, crashed into Magnus's brain, even the knowledge and sanity in his mind were overwhelmed as if shattered!

"You shouldn't have looked, but you were too curious..."

"Nì bù kǎi kǎ dōu, kǒu jí yǐ dà kǎo jí rě..."

"#@）@&Y*(#,@*...@&*!——)）*"

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!!!"

Magnus tightly covered his own ears, but it was meaningless. The voice of the Thousand-Throated Demon traversed countless dimensions and simultaneously surged into Magnus's brain. Even Magnus couldn't comprehend the sound attacking him from all dimensions in that instant. He tightly covered his ears; at this moment, Magnus couldn't control his own psychic abilities, feeling as if his brain was melting like ice cream, being stirred into complete chaos!

This is truly...…

Seeing the towering figure of Magnus, now curled up like a small dog, trembling, Duanmu Huai was somewhat surprised.

Duanmu Huai had anticipated that Magnus might see through his form as an Ancient Dominator. The reason was simple: those who are relatively sensitive in spirit are more sensitive to the Ancient Dominator. Especially powerful psychics like Magnus.

In Duanmu Huai's view, Magnus and Fulgrim seemed like those who would be infected by his Ancient Dominator form, as both belonged to the kind whose spiritual sensitivity was high but resistance was weak.

On the other hand, Kiriman was the opposite extreme. Duanmu Huai could unleash the power of the Ancient Dominator right in front of him, and the latter might think it's some new use of psychic abilities with a puzzled expression.

That's why Psychic Muggles are like that.

Duanmu Huai chuckled internally; the existence of the Ancient Dominator is most effective against those fond of using prophecy, spiritual sensitivity, or those who are neurotic.

Take Magnus, for instance; even if Duanmu Huai had a cup of tea with him, he would need to pass ten inspiration tests. If any of them succeeded, Magnus would discover his true form, be greatly shocked, and his SAN value would explode instantly.

On the other hand, with someone like Kiriman... Duanmu Huai could dine with him, and the system prompts would all be failed inspiration tests, a hundred failures out of a hundred trials.

After all, Kiriman wasn't skilled in this.

So, the Ancient Dominator is actually the most effective against the clever and sensitive ones, but the honest and slow-minded people won't be affected as much.

From this perspective, someone like Magnus is the perfect prey for the Ancient Dominator.

Although he was prepared for this, but...… the aftermath seems a bit overwhelming.

Watching Magnus, now trembling uncontrollably and completely insane, falling into a Panic State, Duanmu Huai scratched his head.

He had intended to have a fight, but seeing the opponent like this, it seemed there was no need.

Then...… let's go through the motions.

Duanmu Huai raised his hand, and then saw shadows beginning to flow over Magnus's body. They transformed into countless tentacles, slowly unfurling over Magnus's gigantic form, and then eyes began to emerge—animal, fish, insect—all kinds of eyes spread out, staring intently at the world ahead.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

To Magnus, he didn't feel any change in his body, but his screams became even more intense. At this moment, Magnus felt as if his inner self was being pierced by countless gazes, and profane, indistinct whispers started echoing by his ears.

"Look, isn't this our magical pony?"

"A fool who always screws things up."

"He thinks he can do everything, but he can't do anything."

"Loser...…"

"He betrayed everything, gave himself to the Evil God, yet he's still a loser."

"A loser who accomplishes nothing."

"Failure in everything he does, that is Magnus."

"You betrayed the Imperial, betrayed The Emperor, and now you've even betrayed yourself."

"Everyone else abandoned you, even your Thousand Sons...…"

"No, no, no, no, no...…"

Listening to the whispers by his ears, Magnus felt his spirit begin to blur. He desperately tried to speak in defense but soon, the whispers overwhelmed his words like a tide, slowly enveloping Magnus.

The body of the red-eyed Oga began to gradually melt; where it was bound by dark shadows, its once solid muscles decayed like a rotten cake, and it disappeared into the dark corner. Duanmu Huai merely stood there, silently watching the corruption and demise of this demon primordial.

Then he sighed helplessly.

"I haven't even acted yet...…"

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