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Survival is not an inherent right, but a trophy that has been snatched away from this indifferent galaxy by many people.

Isaac the Astropath thought.

His black robe touched the ground, and a pair of cold hands controlled him, making him walk according to the intentions of the owners of those hands. Isaac felt a wave of disgust spread from his touched shoulders to his whole body, and he also heard the sound coming from behind him.

Heavy breathing.

Damn traitor.

The Astropath cursed silently, but pretended that he would do anything for his own survival. He trembled, walked humbly and with his head lowered, and was then taken to a dark place.

Isaac recognized it immediately. This was the hangar of the Emperor's Sword. In the past, this place was bright and spotless. The servitors would clean it to the highest standards. It was a great place and he loved the hangar.

.

However, not anymore.

Now, this place was a vile, profane, and chilling place. Just looking at it made Isaac vomit his soul out.

The ground was covered with human skin, trembling gently with the breeze. There were intestines hanging from the ceiling. Inhumane innocents were hung there, connected with each other's intestines. They screamed shrilly, but caused

Come and laugh at the traitors below.

Isaac's hands trembled slightly - For God's sake, the Emperor! He really wanted to immediately detonate his psychic energy and kill himself and all the traitors here, but he couldn't, yes, he couldn't.

Before I die, I have one more thing to do.

A numbing chill spread from the back of his head to his eyes. The Astropath, whose entire face was numb, stammered with feigned fear as he asked the traitor behind him: "Sir, what can I do for you?

?”

He heard a chuckle.

The traitor said arrogantly: "It's very simple, mortals. Use their lives to start the ceremony. This is the purpose for which you were brought here. It is also your only purpose."

Damn it.

Isaac's heart sank - ritual, ritual, do these bastards have anything else in their minds besides summoning demons? No, we can't let them succeed...

As a rare and experienced astropath, Isaac has seen many battles with demons, and none of them were easy. He did not want and could not let this summoning ceremony go smoothly, otherwise the empire's enemy list would be

There is another demon again.

It may have already appeared but was exiled, or it may be newly born... No matter which way, Isaac doesn't want to see this happen.

The question is, how to do it?

He was thinking anxiously while turning the rosary beads in his hand, and at the same time he had to look like he didn't understand at all: "Wha, what? I don't understand, sir, what ceremony?"

"well."

The traitor sighed impatiently: "It's always like this. You poor psykers are captured, trained, and then die like expendables on their ships generation after generation, but you don't even know the truth about the world.

I never understood."

I know better than you, you bastard.

The traitor said: "The summoning ceremony - I want you to use your spiritual power to communicate with the souls of these people, do you understand? They are not dead yet, but they will soon. The exquisite craftsmanship of my brothers and I made them feel extremely painful, but

You won't die immediately. Anyway, just do it, psyker. You don't need to know how to do it, you just have to do it."

Isaac nodded obediently: "Understood, sir."

He was promoted by cold eyes. The traitors looked at him, and the eyes almost made him grit his teeth. They were not looking at a person - but at a piece of goods. He seemed to be naked, and these traitors were buyers and sellers.

The butcher is assessing which piece of meat on his body is worth slaughtering.

Astropath Isaac came to the center of the hangar, raised his head, and stared at the ceiling. A civilian living on the ship looked at him wailing. He did not know the other person, and the other person did not know him. The Emperor's Sword was very large.

Large enough to accommodate a few people living at the bottom, serving as servants to the Astartes.

But now, these loyalists were skinned, hung up, and wailing on the ceiling. The blood of innocent people slowly dripped, falling on the ground, and also fell on Isaac's face and body.

"Hurry!" shouted the traitor who brought him here. "Don't try to challenge my patience! Otherwise I will find another psyker to come over, and then let him kill you and take your place, just like you killed your own

Like companions!"

"Yes, yes, my lord!"

Isaac clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and the rosary beads hung naturally on his right wrist. He closed his eyes and began to communicate with spiritual energy, and his breathing became heavier.

The traitors watched all this with satisfaction. They were not aware of the true thoughts of this psyker who seemed to be willing to kill his companions for his own life. They just thought that Isaac was a despicable traitor like them.

In fact, he was not. The companions he killed with his own hands were willing to die, just like him.

Disturbing whispers began to ring in his ears, whispers from hell. The words of the subspace were blasphemous and threatening, but Isaac had been dealing with such things his whole life.

All he has learned throughout his life is to prevent them from polluting his soul, and then use his soul to serve the empire and humanity.

So he began to chant the Emperor's name silently.

"Merciful Emperor, your servant calls you here, please give me strength, courage and faith..."

Isaac's eyes were closed tightly and his body was trembling. The traitors watched this scene with satisfaction. Their senses were very sensitive and they could clearly tell that the air was becoming heavy and the summoning array made of blood on the ground was also lit up.

One of the traitors grinned and made a gesture to the other person. Isaac's psychic ability captured this scene, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind - No!

Through his spiritual energy, he saw what they were hiding. In another place, many Emperor Sword warriors and civilians were imprisoned. As long as Isaac used his spiritual energy to activate this formation, they would

Will be killed and sacrificed at the same time...

Can't...let this happen...

Psychic energy came out of his body, and all his seven orifices began to glow. Such violent spiritual energy made the traitors suddenly change their colors - they were not fools, so they naturally knew that this psyker did not do what they said. Some people immediately raised their explosives.

The shotgun tried to fire, but it was too late.

"Emperor!"

Isaac closed his eyes and spoke loudly - he had never spoken so loudly in his life. His voice sounded like the echo of a thousand people, the tide of the dead, the loyalty of

The incessant anger of the people.

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At this time, the innocent people who were hung stopped screaming.

A third of a second later, a violent explosion sounded.