Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 257: Just Because of One Glance

"Haaa...haaa...those tin can guys...don't know I've figured out their plan of action...

Hmmm, slurp, slurp...there is indeed a human being imprisoned in the prison.

Oh...oh...and the Haemonchi have also completed their research on the prison...continue...ah...hiss...it's a Black Stone creation, combining human technology. The one trapped inside must be a psychic. The damage caused by the impact is one aspect.

..So big...Hmm...But the shackles...are damaged due to corrosion!"

Xilaleike knelt on all fours, accepting the "pleasure" while constantly explaining the news.

"Black Stone...Prison...Shackles...Hmm, hmm, hmm! It seems that this is a rare psychic."

Akarakais said with a playful expression, stroking his chin with his left hand and patting his butt in front of him with his right hand.

"Great... Oh... Psychic energy is too dangerous... The more psychic energy surges, the more likely our race will be noticed by the Great Enemy... The evil existence that led to the destruction of the Eldar Dynasty... Ah! Ah! Too! Too!"

Xilaleke was shocked, her expression reached the climax, and then she turned around and locked her legs.

He locked the Archon connected to him and pushed him to the ground with both hands.

“Hahaha! Look at you. You are obviously terrified of being watched by that being, but you are also obsessed with the blessing of that being…hiss…slut…keep on flirting!”

Akarakes... and Shilareke... (entering the group) the two of them catered to each other, enjoying the carnival under the fear of the great enemy and the excitement in danger.

Xilaleke opened her mouth and muttered incoherently:

"It's a good thing that we can't find him... If we let him reach Comoros... Once we lose control... it will be too dangerous... HOOOHOOO..."

...

"I have something important to discuss with the Governor. We can't waste a moment!"

The signalman hurried to the Archon's room. The importance of the news made him not even care about the nightmare guards at the door. Even though the pair of eyes emitting dim light in the dark corner made him shudder, he still stepped forward and signaled to open the door.

"Wait."

"Can't wait! On the ship..."

"That's fine."

"Ok?"

The signalman didn't expect that the Nightmare Guard would be so easy to talk to this time. He was very happy and walked into the room without thinking much. The sounds he heard and the scenes he saw made him collapse to the ground.

At this time, Archon Akarakes worked hard (entered the group), and Bishop Xilaleke was crazy (), and the two of them fell from the throne to the floor, and from the floor to the wall.

They howled and cursed the 'angel', enjoying the most pleasurable behavior.

"Haaa..haaa..do you want to join in too?"

Xilaleike turned over and pressed Akarakes under her, and asked the stupid signalman with an evil look on her face.

"No...no...uh...uh...ship...um...explosion...explosion...psychic energy!" the communications soldier stuttered.

The two revelers, ignoring the gazes of others, stopped immediately after hearing the special words. Shilaleke opened her right hand with a ferocious look on her face, and then a group of black particles floated out from her palm like smoke, suddenly flew towards the signalman and enveloped him.

A large number of black particles penetrated into the opponent's seven orifices, wriggling, drilling, surging and dispersing. The signalman hoarsely reached out to scratch his face, but only got scratches on his face.

A large amount of fog blocked his respiratory tract. After trembling for a few seconds, he was suffocated to death on the ground.

"What's going on?" Akarakes stood up and asked.

Silareke controlled the black mist to return to her body, entering through her nostrils and mouth, and then spraying out from her ears and eyes. When all the mist dissipated into the air, she got the answer she wanted.

"Ship No. 2 exploded. After investigation by the Haemolycoris, it was discovered that it contained a large amount of psychic energy residue.

Many Eldar members died at the scene, and the psychic energy was a fuse that caused the weapons depot to explode and lead to death."

Akarakes frowned in thought, and the two looked at each other, as if they were aware of each other's thoughts.

"It seems that there is an uninvited guest on our ship... Let's use this incident to put pressure on the tin cans and see how they react.

Have the Haemonchi prepare psychic suppression equipment, blockade the entire ship, and inspect it from beginning to end, preferring to kill the wrong people rather than let them go.

If we really let them reach Comoros... hehe... if they use their psychic powers in the Dark City, they will have a hard time... hehe!"

Akarakais was not worried, but wanted to make this happen. He enjoyed the dressing service provided by Xilaleike and wondered if this would bring him any benefit or bring harm to other archons...

"Half a company of Space Marines and a psyker of unknown power level. Hahahaha. Although it's not serious, it might be a sign of a changing world."

...

Follow-up troops gradually arrived, and when the Dark Eldar came into the room, they tortured the tied-up slaves inhumanely without any explanation.

They asked about the corpses on the ground and the previous explosion, but many slaves had already been frightened and had no idea how to respond. They all cried and wailed, begging for forgiveness.

"No, no, I don't know anything, I don't understand anything!"

"Please spare me, sir. Please, spare me!"

The people in the front were very unlucky. They were brutally slaughtered by the upset aliens. After killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, one of the Kabbalah warriors pulled up a slave and said:

"How did they die?"

"My lord, you don't know. There was a flash of a knife, and with a 'ka' sound, they were all killed. They were all wearing the same clothes, and they were holding very, very large machetes. They were all cut in two in a snap."

"Did you see where it went?"

"Several adults who looked like you were yelling. The guy who was covered in injuries immediately ran out with a limp. He went to the... uh... right side... It looked like he had a broken arm."

Several Kabbalah warriors looked at each other and immediately stood up to look for him. After they left, the panicked slave who had been wailing stopped crying immediately, then stood up and went back to the pile of slaves.

Lin Heng suppressed his smile and tried his best to hide himself. At that time, he fought desperately and directly used the power of psychic energy to shake off the surrounding blood-created artifacts, and then released a large amount of energy.

The Kabbalah warriors who were carrying military supplies found that the weapon boxes in their hands were still smoking, and then flames suddenly rose.

Suddenly, a ball of light flashed in the peripheral vision. When they confirmed that the glowing and hot object was Lin Heng who was emitting electric current, the electric arc generated by the "electric energy excitation" shot towards them like a dancing silver snake.

At the same time, a powerful pressure suddenly appeared around his body, and three forms of energy intertwined in an instant, surging around the weapon box.

"BOOM!"

Various ammunition such as plasma grenades, electromagnetic pulse grenades, toxin crystal grenades, etc. exploded at the same time.

The moment the plasma ball unfolded, everything around it was swept away by the violent heat energy, and even the huge twisted abomination melted half of its body.

The poison crystals shot out in all directions, penetrating the wall while also tearing apart the bodies of the aliens. The electromagnetic energy pulse directly blew away everyone like a light curtain, and then the electromagnetic energy visible to the naked eye immediately paralyzed the aliens' sympathetic nerves.

Fortunately, Lin Heng managed to hold on with the help of the psychic barrier, but with such a huge amount of energy and the relatively narrow space, the pressure he was under was terrifying.

So what he said about the scarred body was true. He endured the festering of his skin and quickly left the scene. The only two things in his hands were Nightmare's gem and the opponent's sword.

Lin Heng, who was in a panic, happened to meet the alien whose fun was interrupted. Both sides were frightened, but fortunately Lin Heng still maintained the physical condition of black bean sprouts. Although the two on the opposite side were surprised, they still reacted and asked quickly.

But the answer to them was not Lin Heng's words, but the silent sword in his hand.

After hacking the other party to death, Lin Heng looked at the group of slaves who were already frightened out of their wits, then performed a trick of swallowing a knife into their stomach in front of them, and then plunged in.

He had no intention of using his psychic powers to heal his injuries. This tortured appearance would make him more suitable to hide among the slaves.

The Kabbalah warriors who arrived later also confirmed that Lin Heng's idea was correct. They hid in the group and shouted loudly, and from time to time they looked like they were scared out of their wits.

During this period, dozens of teams of Kabbalah warriors came to investigate the situation of this group of slaves, but the clues they obtained were useless, which led to them being scolded repeatedly by their superiors.

Even this cabin where the slaves were held had become a place for them to complain. While "moistening" the slaves, they also complained about the oppression of their superiors.

The crazy howling that should have made them happy now made them feel a little uncomfortable, and their spirits became more paranoid, and even the degree of abuse of slaves was greatly intensified.

Lin Heng hid among the group of slaves, imagining the torture he would suffer if he was caught, and thought that such a thing must not be allowed to happen.

So he hid himself obediently and endured for several weeks without making a sound, listening to the news of the soldiers who came to torture him and getting the news that they would soon arrive at the Dark City.

"Finally I'm back, 'I...you...' Damn, I just don't know what the explosion was about."

"Ahhh!"

"'Hmm' you bastard...this is not what we need to know. Didn't that bitch Silalake tell us that when we go back and pass on the message, some of them will want to board the ship and fight.

Hahahaha, the Haemonculus masters in these associations will definitely be interested in psykers, hehe."

"Ahhh!"