The storm swept by, and the wiring in the body of the dreadnought mecha standing in front of the Flesh Throne was also disturbed by psionic energy, and the hydraulic claw on its right hand stopped in mid-air, its decaying body froze unnaturally, and the surface of the body flashed with blue-purple electricity from time to time.

However, even in the face of overwhelming psionic pressure, the battle-hardened dreadnought mech struggled to raise its left hand with a heavy flamethrower, pointing it at Russell, who had never moved as he stood at the entrance.

The next moment, the blazing flames engulfed the mysterious man in black robes.

The Space Marine, who was incapacitated during the lightning storm, also quickly recovered from the spasms with his superhuman physique. Without the slightest nonsense, they picked up the chainsaw sword and blaster that had fallen beside them the moment they got up, and the Empire's double-headed eagle emblem glowed golden on the side of the gun.

At the same time, Sister Silent and Milak, the warlord with both swords, had rushed in front of Russell.

"In the name of the emperor......"

They waved their weapons.

In the raging flames, the blazing temperature made the black cloak on Russell's body also be curled a little, and there was an invisible force field around him, and the blades in the hands of Mirak and Sister Silent who attacked pierced into the force field, as if they were stuck in a muddy swamp, not to mention causing damage to Russell, they couldn't even take the weapon back and pull it out.

Large-caliber explosive bombs were embedded in the air in front of Russell and did not detonate for a long time.

He was quite helpless about the loyalty of the Space Marines: "In the name of the emperor, can you listen to people and then copy the guys." ”

Russell knew that it was indeed a bit unreasonable for him to be recognized as a heretic here, and it was natural that he would be recognized as a heretic, but they didn't have time to finish a sentence, and he grabbed a guy and beat him, which was somewhat too extreme.

Well, since you can't communicate in words, let's change the way of communication.

With a flick of his fingers, Russell once again unleashed a tyrannical lightning storm that completely washed the throne hall, and the dozen or so black-armored Astartes who had just gotten up were put down by him again, but they still did not lose consciousness, even if they were lying on the ground, they were still struggling to reach for the trigger.

Russell felt that these guys were too loyal.

The warlord in front of him, Milak and the Silent Sister, collapsed to the ground, and the Silent Sister, in particular, reacted the most violently, she couldn't understand what was happening in front of her, she was obviously an untouchable person who could block psionic energy, why this mysterious psionic could quickly cast spells in front of her.

Although the opponent casts simple and crude spells such as psionic lightning that do not require skills, this irrational phenomenon is still unexplained.

The immense amount of spiritual power was like ...... A big devil.

"I'm not a big demon, but if you strangle that orc to death, that thing will really become a big devil lying on it."

Russell casually took the long sword thrown by a Space Marine, threw it with the last of its strength, his body disappeared into thin air in front of everyone's eyes, and the next moment, he "flashed" in front of the dreadnought.

Standing on the Throne of Flesh and Blood, looking at the rust and terrifying sarcoma on the dreadnought's body due to unnatural aging, Russell was amazed: "Can you still act normally after being so deeply contaminated?" He is worthy of being a fearless veteran, and he is simply loyal. ”

"Different... end..."

From the dreadnought, there was a low roar.

"Let's just say I'm not a heretic." Russell showed an expression of hatred for iron: "I also like the emperor's words, but what I like is the truth of the empire." ”

As he spoke, he released his right hand, which was gripping the handle of the Huntress's Blade, and two slender, white fingers gently pinched the hydraulic claw of the Dreadnought's right hand that was about to crush the head of the orc warlord...... The heavy psionic pressure forced the old intrepid right hand to slowly droop under him.

After saving the life of the orc warlord, Russell said lightly: "I can understand your hatred for the aliens, but the situation here is as you can see, the interior of the battle moon has been polluted by chaos, and it is the waaagh that gathers on this orc!! The energy has been fighting against it, so that the entire battle moon has not been completely distorted. ”

Milak struggled to get up from the ground with his sword, and several think tanks looked at him before nodding slightly, indicating that the mysterious psyker was right.

Russell drew the Huntress's blade and gently poked at the strange humanoid creature made of roots that held the orc warlord firmly to the throne of flesh, and continued:

"'The Last Bao', this is the treasure you're looking for? I guess the Emperor won't like this, its 'essence' has been tainted by Chaos, and if this orc dies, the waaagh that will envelop this place will !! The force field collapses, and Bao, who is completely out of control, will fly to the ground and become a 'great demon' favored by the evil gods. ”

"The Last Bao...... Is that the name of this treasure? ”

"Well, that's right." Russell nodded: "It's called Bao, or Gujunur...... In short, this is the last surviving individual of an extinct race, known as the 'Last Bao'. ”

Mirak's eyes moved slightly, from the beginning he only knew that "the orcs held a treasure in their hands that the Lord of Mankind wanted", and the only information about this treasure was an abstract "has a huge vitality".

As for the nature of this treasure, and even a living creature called Bao, he had never heard of it.

Russell ignored his doubts, and just looked at Milak who had just gotten up from the ground: "Commander, you don't want to see your brothers die here, do you?" ”

Mirak also somewhat understood what he meant: "You mean, you can help us?" ”

"To be exact, to save your lives." Russell said lightly.

While the two were talking, the Astarte warriors, who had fallen to the ground due to Russell's psionic lightning strike, also regained some mobility, and barely got up from the ground on all fours.

But this time, they didn't immediately attack Russell when they got up.

Because even a tough warrior like them, who had overcome all the obstacles all the way to get here, stepped on such a dangerous terrain, and the flesh wrapped under the pottery steel power armor would inevitably grow a lot of vicious abscesses due to the pollution of the subspace.

But as the tyrannical psionic lightning flowed through their bodies, as if they had undergone some kind of baptism, these haunting and vicious abscesses actually ...... Disappeared on its own.

Milak, who is the head of the war group, is naturally aware of this. He was confused, he didn't understand that he didn't know this mysterious psyker at all, and even branded him a heretic and launched a deadly attack on him when they first met......

“…… Why are you helping us like this? ”

"Because someday, someday, in something, you're going to give me some kind of vital help." Russell tilted his head slightly and said, "Because you helped me in the future, I will repay you now." ”

The favors owed in the future will be repaid now.

It's not unheard of this kind of behavior, but most of those people are prophetic psionics who are chattering about gods.

…… It seems that this mysterious person is not only a powerful psyker, but also has the ability to predict the future, similar to that of the prophetess Alexei.

For a while, Russell's image became more and more confusing in Milak's heart.