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Chapter 594 What kind of psychic power is this? This is faith!

Shemerhe stared in disbelief as the human woman, holding aloft a banner, charged into the undead army.
The undead army, forged from living metal, fell before this human with flesh and blood like rows of straw facing a harvester.

The humans who charged with her suddenly became fearless, roaring as they fought the undead, showing no fear even in the face of Gauss weapons, and the exorcising death domain seemed to have no effect on them.

No, this is definitely something wrong!
Just as Shemech was in a daze, a high-level quantum entanglement signal forcibly entered his communication.

Before his eyes appeared a creature composed of sharp, living metal, with four legs, a tall and slender body, and a single eye that gleamed with a cold light—a figure that would be considered extremely grotesque even among space undead.
The metallic monster, resembling a giant spider, was in his laboratory, somewhere, standing before an operating table. On the operating table lay a terrified human.

The monster wielded its slender, scalpel-like blades with a gentle wave, and the human body disintegrated before its eyes, transforming into surging tides of blood.
He is Xerath the Enlightened One, one of the most notorious sinners in the Necromancer Empire. It was he who made the transformation of life forms a reality, and for millions of years he firmly believed that what he did was right, considering the transformation of life forms a necessary path for the evolution of the Necromancers.

Now that the Silent King has returned, he has actually brought this guy back, giving him tremendous financial support so that he can research how to reverse the transformation of life forms and turn the undead back into flesh and blood.
It is said that some good results have been achieved, but Shemech remains wary of Zelas.

As Xerath the Enlightened continued his research, he said to Shemehr, "I know you're in trouble."

As he spoke, several light screens appeared in front of Shermöh, showing the human woman named Jeanne fighting from various angles.
Shemekh's army was as fragile as paper in front of this woman.

Shemohe narrowed his eyes slightly. This shooting angle was so comprehensive and so tricky. Was it taken from within the pocket dimension?

He didn't have a good impression of the Enlightened One, after all, this guy was one of the culprits behind the transformation of the space necromancy into life forms. In fact, in Shemerh's mind, the Enlightened One Xerath was even more disgusting than the Silent King.

Even the Silent King had to admit the mistakes he made back then, while Xerath still refuses to admit it.

“I can help you solve this problem,” said Xerath the Enlightened One, staring at Shemerh with his single eye that glowed eerily. “Use my method.”

His method?

Shemerhe let out an extremely cold snort.
He knew perfectly well what Xerath's method was; it was nothing more than the despicable and shameless Death Mark.

These despicable snipers and assassins can move freely between pocket dimensions, making them almost impossible to defend against.

However, assassination was considered too dishonorable, and many patriarchs of the Necromancer dynasties were reluctant to use the Death Mark. Ancient war rituals of the Fearful Dead also stipulated that the Death Mark should not be used against other nobles.
Those images were clearly also taken by Dead Imprint from the pocket dimension.
But that beast, that bastard Xerath, doesn't care about honor; his Emperor Shemech does.

If he loses all his honors, how can he do business with other dynasties and earn wealth to fill his treasury?

"Get out!" Shermeh growled, refusing.
Xerath shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.
“If you can capture her alive, you can hand her over to me. I’m very interested in her—and of course, I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

As soon as Xerath finished speaking, he cut off the communication.

Shemerhe snorted coldly, showing no intention of obeying Xerath's orders.

This scoundrel Enlightener is the head of the anti-Supreme Celestial Force field appointed by the Silent King.

But Shermeh was merely hired by the Silent King, and his only responsibility was to protect this planet. What business was it of Xerath's orders?
Shermah intends to end this war using the methods of the Space Necromancer Aristocracy.

Jeanne, like a burning, dark golden sun, charged into the undead's territory, incinerating a group of space undead warriors who tried to fire at her in the blink of an eye.
Upon seeing this, a space necromancer lord brandished his phase scythe and charged towards Jeanne. This necromancer lord wore an amulet inscribed with the mark of a dynasty on his chest.
It was a Shadow Medal, a space generator, a space necromancer artifact capable of isolating itself from the effects of the warp.

This lord probably thought there was something wrong with Blackrock Spire, which is why it couldn't suppress Jeanne's psychic powers, so he put on this necromantic anti-warp weapon in an attempt to suppress Jeanne's psychic powers.

"Die, you beast, taking your warp psionic tricks with you—"

But Jeanne's reaction speed exceeded the Space Necromancer Lord's expectations. It was as if she knew the Space Necromancer Lord's movements in advance, and she dodged his attack very easily.

The battle banner traced a golden arc in the air, and the powered spear on the flagpole whistled and flashed as it pierced directly into the chest of the Space Necromancer Lord.
Scorching golden flames swirled and burned, pouring from the spearhead and into the chest of the Necromancer Lord of Space.

"What—" the Necromancer Lord of Space cried out in disbelief, but in the blink of an eye he turned into a cloud of ashes and vanished under the fierce winds of the battlefield.

“This is not psychic power,” Jeanne said calmly. “We prefer to call it faith.”

Even the living metal of the space necromancers could not withstand the burning flames of faith.
Fire burned within Jeanne, flowing beneath her skin.
The undead lord's guards, the immortals, tried to surround Jeanne, but Jeanne simply flashed forward, waving her battle banner, and the scorching flames engulfed all the immortals.

The Astronauts, witnessing this scene, erupted in a deafening battle cry. The Ultramarines, meanwhile, stared blankly at this utterly irrational spectacle, scratching their heads. Even their intelligence strategists couldn't unleash psionic powers at such close range, yet this woman could.

The warriors of the Black Templar accepted it more readily, letting out battle cries praising the Emperor.

But at that moment, the space undead around Jeanne began to retreat, creating a circular clearing around her and firmly blocking the other Star Army soldiers outside, as if their bodies had become an arena.

Jeanne also stopped and looked at the air filled with the smoke of battle.
Electricity, light, and fire flickered in the air before Jeanne's eyes, and time and space became blurred in an instant.
As the pocket dimension, curled up at a microscopic level, unfolded, a figure almost as tall as Jeanne, clad in her iconic armor, appeared.

The phase cloak fluttered with the ripples of time and space, and Hierophant Shermoher appeared on the dusty battlefield. His silver figure was not diminished by the surrounding darkness. He held an emerald void scythe in his hand, and his eyes, which shone with an eerie light, were fixed on Jeanne in front of him.

Sizzle——————

The sound of a scythe cutting through the air rang out.
Shermokh pointed his scythe at Jeanne, who was clad in the Exemplary Armor.
"Humans, let our people stop this senseless killing."

"Because the outcome of the war will be decided in our duel."

"I am Shemekh, the French Emperor of the Nissilach dynasty, and I challenge you to a glorious one-on-one duel!!"

Almost the instant Xie Mohe's voice rang out, the space undead warriors who were fighting against the humans suddenly stopped their attack and retreated several steps.
The space necromancer constructs that unleashed deadly firepower also ceased operation and lay silently on the battlefield.

Although the Astral Army and the Astartes were momentarily stunned, they showed no intention of halting their attack.

"Ignorant fools! Your deaths are meaningless!"

“My soldiers can regenerate through the Rebirth Protocol, but you are dead once you are dead.”

Shermokh roared, then looked at Jeanne:
"Your warriors don't need to continue sacrificing themselves. You can end this battle by killing me."

"Similarly, as long as I kill you, I can end this battle as well. The battles outside of us are meaningless."

Jeanne gently waved her battle flag, signaling Astartes and the Astral Army to cease their attack.

The Astral Army and the Black Templars obeyed the orders. The Ultramarines hesitated for a moment, but still followed Jeanne's instructions.

“A duel between you and me would be pointless,” Jeanne said softly. “You are destined to lose.”

"So confident, human!" Shemerhe was not provoked. Instead, he took a step and slowly began to circle around Jeanne, keeping a certain distance between them.

“It’s not confidence, it’s just that Doraemon had already foreseen everything,” Jeanne said, shaking her head.

Strangely, there was no fervor in Shemech's voice, only a faint sadness.

“Young lady, as an elder of your race, I will teach you a truth: the gods are full of lies and cannot be trusted.” Shemehe gripped his battle scythe and said with a smile.

“He is not a god, at least not yet.” Jeanne’s tone was still devoid of fervor, only a sorrow as light as a thin mist.

"Then why do you worship Him?" Semerhe seemed intrigued by Jeanne's words and asked with great interest.

“He said it was because there was no other choice,” Jeanne said in a clear voice. “But I would rather say it was because He gave humanity a choice.”

Sizzle!!!
The sound of a scythe cutting through the air rang out, and in the blink of an eye, Shemehe's figure vanished from Jeanne's sight, disappearing into the pocket dimension.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Jeanne, his Void Scythe, shimmering with emerald light, slicing through the air, tearing through space and time, and hooking towards Jeanne's neck with a burst of shimmering energy.

"Die, little girl!!"

"I will die, but not now."

(End of this chapter)