"Are you finally willing to come out, flies?" I sneered, condensed the few remaining psionic energy into a fist, and struck at the bird of prey that was already close in the blink of an eye.

The battle that had just dismantled a Thunderhawk made my blood boil and my self-confidence swelled infinitely. The strongest opponent I've ever faced in the previous battles was a fortification with a large number of soldiers and light and heavy firepower, which was enough of a headache for ordinary people, but for me it was nothing more than a few cans of promethium fuel and a few fragmentation grenades. Today was the first time I had faced a big guy like Thunderhawk, who had both flight and defense.

Even the thunder eagle was crushed by me, how can a mere bird of prey be enough? Even if the battle just now has consumed a lot of my energy, the little strength left is enough to pinch this annoying fly to death--flies, flies, honestly hide away and still survive, don't you want to die by running so close?!

I was confident that one punch would shatter his armor and the shell beneath it.

However, the reality is always far from what was expected. In the moments before my psionic punch struck, a warning sign caused me to retract my strength. And in a moment of hesitation, the raptor was close enough to attack, and the chainsaw axe hung high above my head.

Can't use psionic energy! I was in a very unfavorable situation. In fact, I should have thought that this bird of prey has the ability to hide projections in subspace, so naturally there is a way to resist the power of psionic energy. Any slight sense of reason would have noticed the problem, but a brilliant victory diluted my rationality.

I could only draw the power sword and the chainsaw sword, and the two swords crossed to hold the powerful axe. The impact made my shoulders and arms tingle, and I was thrown far away. Thankfully, this is an unsupported space environment, and if I had stood on the ground, I would have been finished with the same axe.

With the power of this axe to temporarily distance myself and chase after the other party before I could open the jetpack, I sorted out the current situation and realized that I was in a very disadvantageous position.

Those who have psionic energy in the world will inevitably have the power to resist psionic energy. The untouchables, the natural mortal enemies of psionic beings, do not need to be considered due to their scarcity in number, and even ordinary mortals, after undergoing harsh training, will not be slaughtered in the face of the power of subspace, whether it is with firm faith, pious faith or savage rage. Space marines such as the Dark Temple, who specialize in fighting sorcery, can even use the power of an oath to temporarily block contact between reality and subspace, achieving the overwhelming advantage of the untouchable over the psionics.

Psionic energy itself is an extremely dangerous force, and the energy of the subspace is full of chaos, rage, and ruin, and even a trick-level spell can cause irreparable and tragic consequences, which is why illegal psionics are arrested regardless of the reason. Even those of us who have received formal training and rigorous training in the academy must still be extremely cautious when we want to use our psionic powers, and we must not use them as much as possible, and we must not use larger ones if we can use smaller forces. Just like me, I don't use psionic energy whenever I can solve problems with swords, guns, and bombs. But psionic energy has addictive magical powers, which can bring extraordinary success, victory, and glory to psionics, and can solve many puzzles that conventional forces can't solve, such as the Thunderhawk just now. As a result, obsessed with the power and success brought by psionic energy, full of desire for greater power, and gradually trying to control more subspace power, the psionic person is addicted to this addiction and sinking step by step, and finally swallowed by the power that he cannot control - or the whole person is dragged away by the subspace, and disappears without a trace, or becomes a strange and twisted enchanted creature, and the mercy that can be given to the emperor in time is the most perfect ending. This is the inevitable fate of almost all psykers. Countless psykers have fallen into the abyss, but countless have repeated. …,

Whenever I think of this tragic fate that belongs to every psyker, I am very grateful to those who have the power to fight against psionic powers, who have made me realize that psionic powers are not omnipotent, and to a great extent have made me resist addiction to psionic powers.

Of course, the Chaos Space Marines, as mutineers polluted by subspace, naturally cannot suppress psionic energy by blocking subspace, but they have a more disgusting and equally effective means of disrupting the energy movement of subspace to achieve the effect of causing the hostile psionic energy to go out of control and cause a backlash. If that psionic fist really hit him just now, even if I only used a little bit of power, it would trigger a backlash that would be no less than I had teleported the entire plane and torpedo at once before. I'm going to be in a state of chaos for half an hour, maybe worse.

I'm facing a very strong Chaos Space Marine, even if I haven't reached the level of Chaos Champion, but I have received a lot of blessings from evil gods. Looking at the bright red and dark red runes on his armor, the power he possessed was not as simple as disrupting psionic energy. For a fighter with only melee ability to survive a long combat career, it is not enough to rely on mobility alone to fight dense firepower.

The next step is to use a pair of swords and a bunch of flashlights against a melee-skilled Raptor of Prey? I was a little scared. Just now, he was a strong man who was high up and controlled the overall situation, but in an instant he became a mortal whose life was in danger, and this psychological gap is really uncomfortable.

When the cooldown of the jetpack was up, the birds of prey were once again dragging their long tail flames towards me, the whirling sawtooth on the axe letting out a silent, mournful roar with the wails of thousands of unjust souls.

Fortunately, his Chaos Rune can only act as a disruptive psionic energy on himself, unlike the Oath of the Dark Sanctuary that can cover a large area. Although I can't directly use psionic means to attack him, I can still use indirect means. With a wave of my hand, twenty bayonet-mounted laser rifles flew towards the Raptor like a rain of javelins, and the rest scattered to cool down for the next shot. I also tried to control my body movement myself to avoid his flight path.

In the next moment, with the swing of his big axe, more than a dozen of the twenty laser rifles were slashed by him, and the few remaining were pierced on his body, unable to leave even a single scratch on the armor.

It's so strong! His attack after a charge is enough to wipe out a squad in an instant!

Next, he showed his ability to maneuver and change direction, and chased after me like a shadow. I had to raise my sword again to parry, and then I was knocked away again.

I can't do it again, two struggles to parry have made my arms hurt to the bone marrow, and I don't have the strength to swing my sword anymore. The sheer disadvantage in strength left me with no hope of winning in melee combat, and relying on psionic energy to move was nowhere near as fast and agile as his jetpack came with. Do you really have to explain it here today?

If it was on the ground, maybe I wouldn't be so embarrassed. On the ground, I could grab anything and use it as a weapon to smash my opponent - anything as small as a broken helmet, a broken firearm, as large as the wreckage of a tank, or even a full armored vehicle, not to mention the almost readily available guns that were loaded and ready to fire. But now, there was nothing around me, and only a few laser rifles with poor firepower accompanied me. Besides, even if I pull out an automatic cannon, how many more shots will I have before he rushes at him again?

While his jetpack hadn't cooled down, the only counterattack I could do was make a salvo from the remaining rifle. More than half of them hit, but the results were unexpected, and as a few runes on his armor lit up, the laser beams also failed to leave any scars on his body. …,

It's a much more powerful defense than my psionic shield. My shield is only very effective against live weapons, and is not very effective against lasers and other energy weapons.

Suddenly, Sylvia's anxious words came from the communicator, "Stupid, don't fly around like that, drag him for a while." ”

yes, I'm not fighting alone, I have a fighter jet behind me. However, with Raiden's injured flying stance, even if I can hold my opponent back, will she be able to guarantee a hit?

Also, in my current state, it's hard to hold him back.

However, this may be my last chance, and in this space where my feet do not touch the ground, both sides are weakened just as much. If it was on the ground, I probably wouldn't even have a chance to parry his attack.

Thinking of this, I let go of the two swords, took out two shotguns and clamped them under my armpits, and took the initiative to fly towards him.

In the case of getting closer, the Raptor is not easy to open the power backpack to charge, and can only use clumsy movements to chop up, he is much more skilled in controlling his body than me, and can swing his limbs to complete some steering movements, but it is still very inconvenient to swing a heavy weapon like a big axe.

And I'm much more convenient.

Shooting in the back, the huge recoil of the shotgun made me charge forward for a moment, and then before his axe caught up, fired two shots in the face in succession, the shotgun was worse penetrating than the laser rifle, of course it didn't do any damage, but the recoil made me back back.

I don't ask for a single shot, but I beg you to be fooled!

This painless and insulting act of mine greatly angered the raptor, but he was completely powerless. With the shotgun, a makeshift cameo thruster, I was able to maneuver in a small area and get around him without any counterattacks. Without opening the jetpack, the raptor with nowhere to force simply could not catch up with me.

So, the tide of battle was reversed, and now it was my turn to become a fly, and he was a clumsy steel giant.

I knew that this advantage would not last long. By the time he's calmed down from his rage, he'll probably just open the jetpack and crash into me, with his speed and weight enough to easily knock me to death.

But Sylvia didn't give him a chance to calm down. With a flash of laser, the bird of prey was cut off by the waist!

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