In the game "Super God": 800 Astartes at the start!

Esdeath wasn't surprised that her attack had missed Saint Gilles.

It would be surprising if she hit him so easily.

"Not bad, the speed is much faster than before."

Saint Gilles nodded slightly in his evaluation, his expression remaining calm.

Esdeath didn't speak, only revealing a strange smile. Saint Gilles looked at the smile on her lips, somewhat puzzled.

The next second, a bone-chilling cold emanated from Saint Gilles's chest armor, instantly freezing into ice and rapidly spreading outwards.

"Oh? So you're starting to use these fancy tricks now."

Saint Gilles smiled inwardly, but did not use his psionic energy to shatter the ice. He wanted to see what Esdeath was planning to do.

Immediately afterwards, Esdeath kicked Saint Gilles.

Saint Gilles stood still without making any defense or dodge, and simply took the hit head-on.

A loud "bang!" was followed by a "crack!" sound of bones breaking.

Esdeath's left shinbone was shattered, but she did not stop. With a powerful leap of her right leg, she distanced herself from Saint Gilles.

"Go, Ice Knights!" Esdeath raised her hand and summoned dozens of Ice Knights to attack Saint Gilles.

Saint Gilles was not surprised by Esdeath's unwavering composure despite her shattered leg bone. After all, she was the Imperial General who had conquered the Crimson World. It would be absurd if a mere bone fracture could break her will.

"However, the force of this blow was tens of thousands of tons. It only caused a slight bone fracture when it hit my armor. It seems that its ability to withstand blows is not bad."

Saint Gilles silently analyzed in his heart. This physical condition was already stronger than most of the original Space Marines before he transmigrated, but it probably wouldn't be enough to subdue his offspring.

It's a bit premature to give Esdeath the title of Warmaster.

Thinking of this, Saint Gilles thought to himself, "It seems I need to find the time and opportunity to give Esdeath another boost, do some targeted enhancement, and then let her gain the power of psionic energy."

Although I had a lot of thoughts in my mind, not much time had actually passed in reality.

However, in such a short time, Esdeath's ice successfully froze Saint Gilles' body into an ice sculpture.

"Hmm, the condensation speed is much faster too," Saint Gilles commented to himself with interest.

Gazing at Saint Gilles, now an ice sculpture, the angel Lingxi, standing in the audience, murmured in astonishment, "Saint Gilles has actually been turned into an ice sculpture? Did he lose? This shouldn't be..."

Angel Lingxi's murmur drew a cold sneer from the angel. She scoffed, "He's probably just playing around. How could an attack of this level possibly defeat Saint Gilles? He's not that weak."

"After all, they are the genetic fathers of those Blood Angels. According to them, the Blood Angels are just clumsy imitations of their genetic fathers." The angel beside him pretended to be thinking before adding.

"So there's such a saying? I've never heard of it before." Angel Yitian seemed to have discovered a new continent. She had never known that there was such a saying before.

Esdeath, who was in the training ground, knew that her ice spells would not be able to solve Saint Gillespie's problem. If it were that easy, she wouldn't have been able to challenge him so many times.

Saint Gillespie hasn't broken free yet, probably because she's assessing herself.

Esdeath licked her lips, revealing a bright smile, and excitedly muttered to herself, "Being able to constantly fight against strong opponents, my blood is boiling!"

Saint Gilles, bound in the ice, gave a powerful jolt, but the frozen state only lasted for 0.1 seconds before it became too weak to hold him in place.

Ice blocks shot out in all directions.

Angel Leng and the others quickly raised their arms to block the ice fragments that were about to hit them.

"Ouch." Angel Lingxi was caught off guard and was hit on the head by a block of ice, letting out a muffled groan.

This soft hum not only stunned Angel Leng, Angel Chase, and Angel Yitian, but also made Saint Gilles and Esdeath on the field momentarily stunned.

Wait, you, a second-generation angel warrior, can get hit by an ice block? You raised your hand but couldn't block it?

Saint Gilles was filled with disbelief; he felt that the second-generation angel warrior of Angel Spirit Stream was overstated.

As a second-generation angel warrior, Angel Yitian easily raised his arm to block it.

Moreover, the ice shattered and scattered by Saint Gillespie's attack were not small pieces, but large pieces, making them easier to deflect.

On the other side, after deflecting the ice blocks that were thrown at him, the angel coldly stared at the angel Lingxi who had been hit, feeling both amused and annoyed.

As the eldest sister among them, Angel Leng felt she had to speak up, even though she felt a little embarrassed. But for the sake of sisterhood, she still shouted to the two in the training field.

"Hey, hey, can you be a little more mindful? There are audience members here!"

Saint Gilles, while casually dodging the Ice Knight's attacks, turned his head to look at the angel and said coldly, "Alright, alright, is it my fault? I didn't expect it to actually hit you."

Saint Gilles' words made Angel Lingxi blush with shame, and she lowered her head like an ostrich.

Angel Leng and the others felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this, and they all turned their heads to the side.

"Hmm, this window really is a window..."

"This chair is really nice..."

"That pillar really is a pillar..."

The three women looked around at the buildings and commented on them as if they were tourists.

This contrasting scene almost made Saint Gilles laugh out loud.

"They're quite cute. I didn't think they would do something so unexpected." Saint Gilles smiled to himself, still somewhat surprised by the behavior of the three angelic women.

Suddenly, Saint Gilles realized something.

A thought suddenly exploded in my mind.

"Oh no! Am I about to fall victim to the Spirit Stream Law?!" At this thought, Saint Gillespie suddenly felt terrible.

What if this wave causes the unreleased Void to become super-powered, invading the Super God Universe and taking me away before I can escape? That would be so unfair to me.

With this in mind, Saint Gilles could only take it one step at a time, hoping that the Lingxi Law wouldn't happen to him.

Thinking about the possibility of being tricked by the Lingxi Law in the future, Saint Gillespie suddenly lost interest in playing around and faced the ice knights who were attacking him.

With a mere wave of his hand, a bolt of psionic lightning as thick as a bucket struck and shattered it into ice shards. These ice shards, under the terrifying heat, rapidly melted into water droplets.