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Chapter 336 I have psychic resistance?

Chapter 336 I have psychic resistance?
What it feels like to be suspended in time...

That's probably how Taylor would describe it.

"Like his head is fogged with alcohol."

"I was drowsy and unconscious, but in that moment, when my will faded, the Emperor spoke."

Now Tyler climbed out of his restraints and struck Ahriman's staff with his chainsword, snapping the bronze ruby-encrusted handle in two.

At the same time, his awakening was like a domino effect, waking up all the stagnant Skadi warriors.

Before they could even think to wonder, they heard Taylor yell, "Fire!"

A massive outpouring of firepower was unleashed, shooting from the blind spots of most Thousand Sons warriors without them even realizing it.

Of course, it might not be a blind spot. After all, no one knows how many eyeballs those guys mutated into.

Of course, the results were pretty much the same.

Their reliance on Ahriman's magic became a fatality, and when their heads were dissolved by bombs and lasers, and their bodies were crushed by Imperial armored vehicles, even the most powerful Space Marines would die.

Amid the smell of gunpowder smoke and the bloody stench of death, what was destroyed were the lives of the Chaos Space Marines.

The arrogant wizards fell to the ground one after another, and the red letter warriors were scared to death. Obviously, this was beyond Ahriman's expectations.

He waved his arms in anger and resentment, ready to kill Taylor with a curse, but before he could recite the spell, a burst of heat came from the side, forcing him to mobilize his strength to raise his psychic shield.

Sizzling, the flickering heat baked the air dry and cracked, after the unique sound and light of the melt dissipated.

Ahriman stood there as usual, only the psychic shield that was faintly visible in the air maintained a strange glow.

Roland cursed as he stared at the smoking muzzle of the melta gun. "What the hell! This is a melta! Is his shield stronger than the armor of a tank?"

Taylor said, "The nature of the psychic shield isn't absorption or cancellation, it's transfer!"

"Those powers went to the Warp. That's the answer. No matter how powerful the molten energy is, it's clearly no match for a Warp as vast as the universe!"

Ahriman smiled. "Clever, you are very clever. Once again, I regret not being able to work with you, my friend."

"You rejected me twice, and three times is the limit. In theory, I should give you one last chance."

"But I've had enough of your blind loyalty. Although I don't know how you broke through my spell, I don't think you'll have the last laugh."

He raised his arms. Even without his psychic medium, Ahriman himself had long since become a creature of the Warp.

At this moment, violent spiritual energy fluctuations appeared in his body, and lightning and thunder appeared like the legendary weapons of the God King.

This force was almost equivalent to the heat of plasma, solidifying in mid-air and then shooting towards Taylor.

Taylor immediately hid behind the armored vehicle, and at the same time, the sniper shot from the Lightling girl hit Ahriman's eye.

In mid-air, Ahriman was hit in the eye by a sniper shot. The hot uranium melted the remaining flesh on his body, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

Ahriman covered his cheeks and used his psychic energy to repair his wounds. At the same time, a powerful psychic shield appeared around him, with enough telekinesis to kill people.

When several armored vehicles tried to get closer, the huge monsters were blown away, leaving people with no choice but to watch Ahriman complete the repair of his body!

Roland said hurriedly. "Boss! We can't leave him alone! This guy is a walking plasma launcher! His destructive power is enough to blow up a poison blade!"

"This is the first monster I've seen in all my years of service. It's not a Primarch, nor a Great Demon, but it's even more powerful than them!"

Taylor replied. "Of course I know! But what can I do?"

"I don't know how to chant spells or perform any other tricks. If the cannonballs are useless, what can I do?"

"The wolves are trapped inside the veil, and our sister wizard is also bound by psychic energy. Once Ahriman's wounds are repaired, we probably won't have a second chance to inflict such a heavy blow on him..."

"unless……"

Taylor thought about it.

Then he said, "I am truly mad, but by the Emperor, perhaps this is the answer!"

Roland asked. "Boss, what do you mean?"

Taylor licked his cracked lips and said, "I thought I was a psychic-killer, remember? The Emperor's promise was to save Guilliman." "But I don't think even the Emperor could devise an antidote to psychic poison from the Golden Throne."

"Apparently, what he gifted us was more brutal, like..."

The Lytlin girl was always clever, she said. "Untouchable?"

Roland looked at his hands and said, "Boss, what do you say?"

"Our team can all counter psychic powers?"

Taylor said uncertainly. "I think there should be some strong and some weak. Obviously, I should be the strongest."

"Let me try. If I don't think it works, I'll probably just leave."

At this moment, Miss Lightlin, Boy Roland, or to be more precise, all the soldiers of Skadi saluted their officers.

It was almost a sacrificial act. They saw how the armored vehicles were blown away by the furious psionic energy and how the projectiles were disintegrated.

Entering it with a flesh and blood body is no different from committing suicide.

Taylor muttered. "Alright, alright, I've finally lost my mind. First I tried to win over those wolves for Guilliman, and now I'm ready to sacrifice myself..."

"I can only blame you, the Emperor, for being so good at winning people's hearts, and also blame those evil gods for their relentless pressure."

"What made a hive guy become a hero? Now that I think about it, it was probably the current situation!"

“I hate this world!”

With one final insult, Taylor leaped into the stance.

The turbulent psychic energy was like a mad river, washing Taylor's body with an unknown substance, but at this moment, a light blue flame wrapped in green light appeared beside Taylor.

He bent his body like a man climbing a mountain in a snowstorm, step by step, approaching Ahriman's huge and twisting body.

The psychic wind was so fierce that the mortals standing outside could no longer see Taylor's shadow. They just seemed to hear the whistling sound of the chainsaw sword in their ears.

Buzz!
The sound stopped and the storm died down temporarily.

Bjorn shouted as he angrily ran out of this damn time prison.

"Ah! Ahriman, you vile wretch! Give me back my friend!"

He was angry and ready to run to those psychic positions.

Fortunately, the psychic energy was extinguished before he was drawn into it.

Taylor stood in the center of those storms, holding the twisted horned helmet from Ahriman's head, and said.

"He's not dead."

"It's part of his body, part of his soul, but not him."

“It’s really a ghost…”

Taylor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This is a fragment of his soul."

"This is his clone."

"What are we fighting against?"