Chapter 3: Psychic Awakening
“Enjoy the pleasure!”
The banshee’s sharp claws slowly cut open Ron’s clothes, leaving thin traces of blood one after another.
She is playing with her prey, wanting it to die in extreme fear and torture.
For followers of Slaanesh, killing is also a pleasure.
Followers of the Slaanesh Cult like to party in groups and share the ultimate pleasure, but this often leads to killing each other.
When hive city law enforcement officers arrive, a complete body is often not found at the scene, and some bodies are even stuck together.
They tore each other's flesh off and swallowed it in their stomachs in joy!
Ron knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he would be disemboweled and tortured to death by the banshee in front of him!
But he still has a chance!
He had already called for rescue, he just needed to buy time.
Ron supported his body and moved towards the bedroom door little by little.
The banshee didn't care at all, and patiently left scratches on his body one after another. The blood flowed and dragged long traces on the ground.
Warhammer 40K is so difficult to survive that it’s not even safe to be a planetary governor!
Ron gritted his teeth and continued to move. His chance of survival was getting bigger. As long as he held on until the guards came over, he could survive!
Finally, he climbed to the door and reached out to push it open, but he touched the cold wall.
Illusion?
Ron turned around, the banshee blocked him, and there was a hint of joking in Kongdu's eyes.
She is laughing!
The illusion created by the banshee caused him to run into a blind corner. Even if the guards arrived, he would not have much chance of survival!
"You... can go die!"
The banshee obviously had enough fun, licked her claws and stabbed her hard!
The sharp claws set off a fishy wind, so fast that Ron couldn't see clearly with his naked eyes, and he didn't even have a chance to raise his hand to block it!
This blow is enough to cut him in half!
Suddenly, Ron felt that time was slowing down.
The sharp claws in front of me became clearer and clearer, and even the fur on them was clearly visible.
After finally escaping, are you going to accept death again?
Ron was unwilling to give in. He twisted his body vigorously, trying to avoid the vital point.
As long as you have a breath, there is still a chance!
Along with the will to survive, the familiar power deep in his soul erupted again.
Power emerged instantly, and time seemed to be controlled by something. The sharp claws hovered in mid-air, unable to move.
At some point, a light layer of frost also condensed on the ground.
Ron's eyes flashed with golden lightning, and the electric current overflowed around his body, and the overflowing electric current slapped the ground from time to time.
"Huh~ I finally got the money. Let me just say, without a golden finger, how can I survive in the world of Warhammer 40k!"
Ron got up, all the cells in his body were there. With joy and joy, the body and even the soul are filled with electric power, and the wounds gradually heal and scab.
This feeling is great, but the whispering in the void is a bit annoying.
That is the call from subspace!
If he guessed correctly, he awakened his psychic powers and became a psychic.
Being a psyker is not necessarily a good thing.
Psykers are a restless element of the Imperium, easily corrupted by the horrific beings of the Warp.
The Empire searched for and captured psykers everywhere, and they were sent to Holy Terra for testing by the Astral Court's black ships.
Psychics who can resist erosion will be used by the empire, while those who are unqualified will be sent to the Golden Throne to burn their souls and dedicate everything to the great God-Emperor.
It is said that the Black Ship will send in a thousand psykers as fuel every day to maintain the operation of the Star Torch.
Keep the empire’s subspace channels and information transmission channels smooth.
So as a psyker, Ron's situation is not optimistic.
If his identity is exposed, even if he is a planetary governor, he will still be monitored by the empire and may even be taken away by a black ship.
If he fails to pass the test, he will have no choice but to be sent to the Golden Throne to serve His Majesty the God-Emperor...
Thoughts flashed by, and Ron came back to his senses.
Now is not the time to think about this, we have to deal with this banshee first!
“Die, die!”
The escape of the prey made the sadistic banshee furious. She roared and struggled, eager to be brutally killed!
The banshee broke free from her restraints and pounced forward, vowing to tear the hateful human in front of her into pieces and swallow her into her belly bit by bit!
However, a fist shining with golden lightning hit her abdomen from bottom to top, causing her to fly up in the air and mucus splattered from her mouth. "What are you thinking about, baby?" Ron's other fist followed up and hit the banshee on the cheek: "Climb for me!"
The banshee's face was twisted and deformed, and it flew away. He smashed through the colored window and fell to the balcony, motionless.
"Dead?"
Ron did not rush forward to check to prevent the enemy from counterattacking before death.
After all, he is still flesh and blood. If he is hit by a sharp thorn, he may lose his life.
His concerns are right, such an attack still cannot kill the banshee.
I saw the banshee bounce up suddenly, and its half-broken head looked at this side resentfully. The strong malice exuded, making people shudder.
The Banshee is getting stronger!
Okay, okay, let’s play like this, right?
Just as Ron was about to go up and fight to the death, there was movement from outside. It was the sound of heavy boots stepping on the ground.
He immediately stopped and dispersed his psychic energy.
“Your Majesty the Governor!”
boom!
The next moment, the bedroom door broke open.
Carter Crowley, the most loyal guard captain under Ron, led a team of fully armed guards and rushed in.
The Imperial Guards each possess an Imperial-type bolter, are covered in ceramite armor, and their body shapes are even more unusual than ordinary people.
They were well trained and immediately looked for Ron and formed a formation to guard him, while pointing the muzzle of their bolter at the banshee on the balcony.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the banshee on the balcony: "Solve it..."
Boom!
Before the words were spoken, the guards pulled the trigger, the fire flashed and bullets poured out.
The bullets formed a cross chain and beat the Banshee's body like a broken sack.
After one round of shooting, another round was reloaded.
After two rounds of saturation shooting, Guards Captain Carter quickly walked over.
He pulled out his chainsword and sliced vertically at the Banshee’s head, causing blood and flesh to splatter!
Then Carter raised his foot and kicked hard, kicking the banshee's body and the marble fence off the balcony.
After dealing with the banshee, Carter turned around and walked to Ron and half-knelt down, his resolute face full of determination.
“My Lord Governor, the heretic has been executed!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from below the balcony, and the banshee fell to the ground and turned into a box.
Ron looked towards the balcony, and the wind blew in through the gap, which was quite refreshing.
Under the moonlight, the bloody and flesh-splattered balcony and the bedroom looked like a tragic murder scene.
These guys are a bit fierce.
Ron looked at the guards. These people seemed to have undergone a certain degree of transformation, and their bodies were far larger than ordinary people.
Guard captain Carter's figure is even more astonishing. He is two meters tall and has strong muscles.
Is it a genetic modification project?
This body type is almost as big as that of a Space Marine. This family is not simple...
The Imperial Guards thought that the Governor wanted to blame themselves, so they looked at each other and lowered their heads.
“Very good, very energetic, you did a good job!”
Ron nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to pick up Carter, and patted him on the shoulder, leaving the other person at a loss.
It’s good to be rough, just be rough!
Chaos is raging in this world, and only strong men can keep it under control.
At this moment Ron's fear had disappeared without a trace, he realized it!
All fear stems from insufficient firepower.
He wants to develop his power, explode his troops, attack with endless legions, and cover all enemies with fierce artillery fire!
Slaanesh, right? I’ll remember it, and I’ll tease you if I get the chance in the future!
While Ron was distracted, a nervous voice interrupted him.
"Your Majesty the God Emperor, are you okay, sir?"
Baev Cotton, the senior manager of the Grant family, hurried in with a nervous look on his face.
As Ron's confidant, he manages various chores and personnel in the Wangting District.
He will even help with some government affairs, which is a heavy responsibility.
Baev saw a trace of frost remaining on the ground out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but frowned.
(End of this chapter)