Psykers who serve in the Defence Force generally serve as advisors to regimental commanders or higher. Normal psionics have no military rank, no direct military command, and personnel problems such as scheduling and promotion are much more troublesome than ordinary soldiers. Although I have been an exceptional officer of the Psionic Staff, who has been awarded a military rank in the name of a regimental officer, and have performed many regimental tactics and proved successful, I have also never personally commanded a regimental battle.

However, I have commanded many battles at the squad and platoon level, and each time I have been able to turn the tide.

In other words, the current battle in the dark silence is actually the scale of the battle that I am best at. And the total darkness is also more beneficial to me.

It was as if I had spotted the enemy beyond several obstacles, and had commanded three squads to surround them through three passages, unaware, still preoccupied with their bloody and evil rituals.

With a triple advantage in forces and a surprise sneak attack, this skirmish could easily be resolved, but I have an easier way.

My psionic touch swept over the infidels one by one, pausing at one of their waists, where several grenades hung from it. I quietly unplugged the safety pins, pulled the tabs, and ...... for a few seconds

The infidel grenades are also produced by the foundry of the Imperial Cult of the Mechanicus, and thanks to the Empire-wide STC template, the delay time of all grenades is basically the same. The fire of the explosion came as promised, but unfortunately, there was no sound in the vacuum, and there was a little less momentum. I sent a message to the soldiers: "Strike! ”

In fact, there is no need anymore, a full five grenades, even if they can't form a shock wave, the fragments alone are enough to shatter these abominable mutant humans.

As several soldiers turn on the tactical flashlight, the scene of the explosion unfolds before our eyes. Each member of the pagan squad had suffered at least a hundred fragments, and the blood spurted out under the effect of blood pressure, condensing in a vacuum into balls of liquid suspended in the air, along with the broken limbs and internal organs, forming a strange scene. It wasn't a battlefield I was familiar with.

There was a pagan who was only half of his body left, and his life was particularly tenacious, and he was still struggling to pick up his gun and prepare to fight back. A soldier approached, raised a large-caliber shotgun, and blasted him in the head with a single shot.

If it was a peacetime battle, the corpses of these Chaos Cultists must be carefully burned to avoid leaving future troubles, but we are running out of time right now. Just as I was urging the soldiers to speed up their passage here, a sudden change occurred!

Those blood spheres that were originally suspended in the air actually began to fall to the ground under the pull of an inexplicable force. And even on the ground, the blood-red scar of terror still glows slightly......

Death did not interrupt the ceremony! The blood sacrifice is still going on!

Worship and prayer do not really win the reward of evil gods, only real blood can.

Before I could react, the sigil of chaos had gathered enough energy to connect reality with the subspace, and a true subspace creature appeared before us in response to the call of the blood sacrifice.

A taller than normal human, a tall, muscular humanoid creature with naked blood-red skin and armed with a flaming red magic sword - a bloodletter, a blood-god-terroristic lackey, a type of inferior demon. Although it is a low-level demon, it is also far stronger than ordinary people, and its seemingly unprotected body is enough to withstand the fire of ordinary individual weapons under the protection of chaotic energy. Once it is allowed to get close, my soldiers will be slaughtered.

The demon's presence caused a panic among the soldiers. The shotguns fired, and the muzzle of the guns shone silently through the chamber, but the rain of fine steel balls did not do any damage to the demon, and only the powerful one-headed bullets could barely knock it back a little, but it still could not leave any scars. …,

It's time for me to step in personally. I pulled out the chainsaw sword and turned on the power to make its teeth turn. But in a gravityless environment, I couldn't accelerate my charge quickly, so I had to make a defiant gesture towards it, hoping that it would notice me. In general, sadistic followers have a habit of challenging the strong.

However, not all demons have this habit. The bloodletter ignored my provocation and slow charge, and its gaze turned to the soldiers who were shooting, and its body began to fade slowly.

Oh no, it's going to teleport! In an instant, it would appear among its non-melee crew, fighting with its massive magic sword, which was nearly a man tall.

It's really not sloppy at all! I was about to cast a powerful psionic spell to crush the demon, but someone was faster. A figure in a black officer's uniform, the thrusters behind her were fully powered, and the highly compressed air pushed her towards the demon at a speed far beyond the normal human sprint, and the master-level power sword that shimmered with azure lightning was as bright as a torch. The demon who was preparing to teleport was caught off guard, and was pierced through the chest, and then slammed into the wall behind him.

The subspace creatures condensed by the condensation of chaotic energy have no real weaknesses, and injuries that are fatal to humans are nothing more than ordinary wounds on its body. The injured demon immediately canceled the teleportation spell, and raised the magic sword in both hands to slash down. At this time, Sylvia had already collided with the demon, and there was no room to draw her sword and attack again. She held the demon's hands high in one hand, let go of the hilt of her sword with the other, and pulled out the hell pistol in the holster and aimed it at the demon's nearby bloody mouth, draining the energy of the entire magazine in one go.

The power of the Hell Pistol is not as powerful as the laser rifle nicknamed a flashlight that ordinary defenders are equipped with, but the Hell Pistol is known for its extremely high firing frequency, dozens of high-energy laser beams hit a point in a very short period of time, even the armor of the Chimera Chariot is enough to carve a hole, although the demon has a chaotic energy protection that is much stronger than mortals, but it is still no harder than a steel creation, and the half of its face below is almost smashed. Taking advantage of the moment's delay, Sylvia threw away the pistol, which was already red and overheated, kicked the demon's body with both feet, stepped back and drew her sword, slashing its neck with a horizontal slash.

There was a high-pitched cheer over the communicator, almost knocking it off. All the soldiers who saw this scene were cheering their captain's victory with various meaningless movements and silent shouts, and the morale was raised to a new level in an instant. The bloodletter, even if he is just a little more elite cannon fodder in my eyes, is an out-and-out terrible demon in the eyes of these first-time rookies, and the captain has a higher status in their hearts to be able to kill the bloodleter in one face.

Truth be told, even if it's a demon more powerful than a bloodletter, I can easily tear a dozen or more apart in an instant, but not only does my battle not improve morale, but in many cases it will sink the morale of the already low morale even deeper - this has to be said to be a great sadness, for us psionics.

"Don't waste time! Speed up! The enemy is coming from the other direction, and I'm here to stop them. "My roar rang directly in everyone's heads, interrupting their celebrations. All the heels obediently moved forward, including Sylvia, who was still immersed in the first victory, but I stayed where I was.

Although the battle lasted less than half a minute, no sound was heard, but the abnormal concentration and dissipation of chaotic energy still attracted nearby enemies.

The two squads I had left behind as a reserve followed, as well as four sentry mechs that arrived slowly, all of them lined up behind me in a semicircle, their weapons aimed at a corridor. And at the other end of the dark corridor, more than twenty chaotic breaths are coming, and two of them are particularly powerful, if nothing happens, they should be Chaos Space Marines.