Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

However, after learning about Russell's precognitive ability, a doubt lingering in Milak's mind also received a reasonable explanation:

How did the psyker in front of him, whose body was the same as that of a mortal and who did not wear any power armor, perfectly destroy the attacks launched by the commandos twice?

It should be noted that, except for the accompanying Sisters of Silence, all members of this commando team are elite Astartes from the Penitent Fire Chapter.

As a biological weapon designed by the Emperor of Mankind himself, the body of the Brother Astartes has been transformed through 18 surgeries and implanted with various superhuman organs. All body functions, including brain analysis and neurological response capabilities, are far superior to humans.

They are the Emperor's angels of death, and angels are beyond the reach of mortals.

Even a powerful psyker with an ordinary human nervous system would have absolutely no time to react when faced with a joint attack launched by multiple Space Marines at the same time. Psychic spells are cast inorganically, and will only be killed at close range if the flaw is caught.

However, Russell was not the one who reacted, twice.

Twice he was stuck before the attack was about to succeed and successfully used Lightning Storm to block their attacks. He didn't even need to take aim. The violent current directly washed the entire throne room.

How could a mortal react faster than an Astartes attack?

Such speed cannot be explained at all, unless he predicted the Astartes' actions in advance and decided to fight back before being attacked... As a result, he really knew how to predict it.

Psychic power is amazing.

"...You claim that I will give you some kind of vital help in the future. Let me be curious, what exactly is this so-called 'help'?" Mirak's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, with a look in his eyes. A bit wary.

"Curiosity is not a good habit." Russell politely declined his inquiry.

Milak knew it and did not continue to ask. At this time, a think tank suddenly said:

"Perhaps you are right, the Battle Moon will be completely swallowed up by Chaos after the death of the Orc Warlord, but - even if we don't kill it, the fire of this Orc's life is already a candle in the wind, and it may die at any time. Extinguish."

The Silent Sister standing next to Milak remained silent.

The treasure sought by the Emperor - "The Last Baor" - has been tainted by Chaos, and the God-Emperor's will has not been carried out. She is so ashamed that she cannot complete the task entrusted by the Lord of Mankind, and she is ready to die. Here's to the preparation.

So you guys are really extreme... Russell was amazed at this group of people.

"...Indeed, even if you don't take action, its death will only happen sooner or later. And Bao has been contaminated, and your mission is destined to be impossible to complete from the beginning." Russell said, holding the Huntress's Blade in one hand, The silver-gray blade suddenly penetrated the flesh-and-blood throne covered with blood vessels and tree roots:

"In this case, since the things are already dirty and you don't want to take them, can you let me take them away? I think they should still be usable after being washed."

"What are you doing-"

A think tank was shocked by Russell's actions. This sudden change made him scream in surprise. However, as soon as he said half a sentence, he froze in place.

If it weren't for the fully enclosed helmet on his head, the other battle brothers present would have seen the twisted look of fear on the face of this resolute and unyielding psychic Astartes.

From the perspective of the psyker, at the moment Russell stabbed the blade, an abyss-like terrifying nothingness was centered on Russell's body and spreading in all directions.

It is a "void", a void of nothingness.

As the void unfolds, nothingness spreads. The warp whispers that echoed eternally in the throne room suddenly became stagnant, blurred, and even slowly disappeared.

After Russell's death, the vicious abscesses and flesh distortions that grew on the surface of the Dreadnaught mecha quickly faded and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only deep scars on the body.

The tentacles and twisted flesh protruding from the wall are shrinking and withering, the filthy soup covering the ground is evaporating, and even the blood vessels and tree roots growing on the throne are squirming and gradually disappearing, or in other words, being swallowed up.

Centered around the Huntress' Blade in Russell's hand, wherever his power unfolded, everything related to the warp was swallowed by the void and disintegrated into the purest nothingness.

Perhaps this can be called a "purification".

However, Russell's "purification" process of chaotic pollution is not at all sacred, and can even be called twisted.

In essence, he is driving something even more terrifying than Chaos to devour and decompose the filth that leaks into reality from subspace. It is more blasphemous than the evil laws of space, and more indescribable than the evil god of chaos.

Several think tanks were stagnant in place, their bodies trembling slightly.

Perhaps we should be thankful that their spiritual cultivation is not as exquisite as that of the prophetess Alexei and her disciples. They can only vaguely see a hazy shadow of nothingness through the barrier of reality. In addition, the monks Astartes are strong. Their psychological quality prevented them from having a nervous breakdown due to seeing the "emptiness".

Even so, everyone, including Sister Silence, had the same feeling at this moment: if Russell hadn't deliberately avoided it, even their souls would have been swallowed up and decomposed by this terrifying hole.

The left hand of the fearless mecha, which was loaded with a heavy flamethrower and a large-caliber machine gun, slowly dropped down. Even through the layers of armor, Russell could still see a ghostly look on the face of the veteran buried deep in the mecha sarcophagus. look.

Generally speaking, there is absolutely no possibility of saving people and machines contaminated by Chaos. In his long life, he has witnessed two miracles in which Chaos was expelled and pollution was purified, but both miracles were By a living saint of the Emperor.

And Russell standing in front of him had a layer of fog on his face. Not only did he look unholy, he also behaved like a heretic. He suspected that this guy couldn't even recite the Emperor's Hymn.

"Forgive me, that kind of hymn is too disgusting to read." Russell shook his head.

Miraak silently tightened his grip on the bolter and chainsword in his hands.

His brows were furrowed. As the oldest warrior among the people present besides the Divine Fearless, he had rich experience.

After witnessing the terrifying scene that could be called a miracle, Miraak involuntarily connected the empty area around Russell with no psychic energy present, and the confusing and strange things he had seen in a distant battle. together.

"Exorcism Death Realm...?"

"I didn't expect that you actually know about the Exorcist Dead Realm. If I remember correctly, it should be the 39K period now, and the undead should not have woken up yet. How did you know..." Russell thought for a while and couldn't figure out the reason, so he smiled. Laughing: "Well, it's pretty close, but unfortunately, no."

As he spoke, the surrounding area had been completely cleared. The throne room seemed to have been stripped of a layer of skin and was covered in bruises and pits, revealing the haphazardly stacked metal structures and roughly connected energy transmission cables inside.

Only the unlucky orc warlord who seemed to have been hollowed out remained on the Iron Throne with his flesh and blood peeled off. The abscesses and rotten spots on his body had also disappeared, replaced by bone wounds all over his body. Fortunately, such injuries were not suitable for him. Not much for a strong orc.

But the humanoid creature, Bao, which looked like tree roots, was still hugging it tightly, with several flexible tree roots deeply piercing into the chest and abdomen of the orc warlord.

The psychic mist on Russell's face squirmed slightly, and he pulled the Huntress Blade out of Bao's body, pointing the tip of the blade at the head of the orc warlord.

"Excuse me? The bugs are coming. I'm in a hurry."