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Chapter 441 Purification Operation - Part Three
However, compared to the roaring monsters charging on the front lines, the fourth-generation infiltrators who mingle among terrified civilians or attempt to silently approach key energy nodes, armories, and command centers are even more dangerous.

They look almost identical to humans, except that their skin may be slightly grayish-purple and they have a slight, barely noticeable plate-like protrusion on their foreheads.

Their thinking is closer to that of humans; they know how to disguise, lurk, and cause destruction.

A seemingly panicked "civilian" running towards a bunker may be hiding a thermobaric bomb in his sleeve; an "enthusiastic" "official" guiding the evacuation is trying to lead the crowd to a pre-set ambush point; a "duty-abiding" "technician" attempting to enter the reactor core has the real purpose of taking everyone down with him.

Fortunately, the mechanical sage's data tendrils have already been deeply integrated into the city's thinker array and ubiquitous monitoring sensors.

Combined with the biometric model of gene thieves she established, any gene thief attempting to blend into the crowd or approach key areas will have nowhere to hide under the surveillance network built by Olivia!

The Silent Sisters were now like a mobile anti-psychic beacon.

When she expands the Void Field to its maximum extent, any psionic connection that enters the area—including the Genestealer cult's hidden Hive Mind Network—is forcibly suppressed or even severed.

Even more fatal is that Sidgar's powerful void nature is itself the ultimate negation of psionic illusions.

Any gene stealer attempting to maintain a facade near her will have their carefully constructed psionic illusions burst like soap bubbles, revealing their grayish-purple skin and the plate-like protrusions on their bald heads, exposing their repulsive nature.

They are often met with precise bursts of explosive grenades from combat nuns, or relentless barrages of lasers from veteran armed guards.

Steel fortresses, the flesh and blood of veterans, the insight of technology, and the annihilating power of the void—all these elements combined to create a cruel yet necessary cleansing space for the human empire within this city that has been transformed into hell.

Chen Xi's elite squad, like a scorching dagger piercing a festering sore, navigated the labyrinthine steel and rock structures beneath the city under Olivia's cold and precise guidance.

Their target was deep within the city—a massive, altered, and desecrated underground catacombs of space necromancers.

The Genestealers cunningly exploited the ancient metal and complex energy field of the necromancer's structure, which was almost completely isolated from psionic energy, in an attempt to conceal the psionic signals pulsating violently like a heartbeat from the core of the lair.

However, under Olivia's powerful logical core and the comprehensive scan of the city's network of thinkers, this crucial psionic node was like a lighthouse in the night, with nowhere to hide.

A heavy alloy door, clearly added later, blocked the ancient undead passage leading to the core area.

"Prepare for hot melting!" Chen Xi shouted in a low voice.

Two combat nuns quickly stepped forward, their heavy molten guns emitting a low hum as they charged.

A blinding beam of white light shot out instantly, slamming into the alloy door like a divine punishment spear.

Hard metals melt and vaporize rapidly like butter under extreme temperatures, emitting a piercing hissing sound and billowing smoke.

A wave of scorching heat rushed in, mixed with an even stronger, more nauseating, sweet-smelling stench from behind the door. The door swung open with a bang, revealing a chilling sight behind it.

Even the most battle-hardened nuns and veterans in the squad couldn't help but feel a sudden tightness in their chests.

The ancient, ethereal green walls and floor of the undead metal were covered by a thick, viscous, dark red organic substance, like the inner walls of a giant organism's viscera.

Countless thick, pulsating fleshy tubes, like twisted blood vessels and nerve bundles, extended from all directions, coiling and intertwining, eventually converging towards the center of the hall.

There, a cocoon of flesh so large it was pulsating rhythmically, its surface covered with writhing veins and pores secreting mucus, radiating a strong life force and an even more powerful, dizzying wave of psychic energy.

It is like a huge, deformed heart, the energy and will core of the entire cult's lair.

Around the fleshy cocoon, a dense crowd of deeply brainwashed human believers knelt.

They were ragged, with empty and fanatical eyes, mechanically repeating incoherent blasphemous prayers, their bodies swaying slightly with the pulse of their fleshy cocoons.

Their spirits have long been completely devoured by the hive mind, leaving only absolute devotion to the "divine messengers" and the "divine emperor".

In the most prominent and central position of the entire hall stands a huge statue—a distorted and deformed image of an "emperor"!
It is sculpted into a form with four arms, its face blurred, exuding an inhuman majesty.

The statue's materials, a mixture of rough rock, chitinous carapace fragments, and even faintly visible fragments of the Imperial Eagle emblem embedded within, constitute a highly unsettling symbol of blasphemy.

Beneath the statue lay a pile of simple offerings—possibly food, or perhaps the remains of the victims.

The moment the team stepped into the blasphemous sanctuary, a sudden change occurred!
The top of the fleshy cocoon suddenly tore open, and a huge, bloated figure exuding a terrifying psionic pressure rose from it—it was the Gene Stealer Chieftain!
Its size far exceeded any of its kind encountered before, covered with a thick, glowing chitinous carapace, and its four powerful arms ended in terrifying claws that shimmered with energy.

On its complexly structured head, several pairs of compound eyes flashed with fury and malice, and its huge jaws opened, emitting a silent yet soul-shaking psychic shriek!
This shriek was not a physical sound, but a shockwave that directly affected the mind!
It struck the depths of everyone's consciousness like a heavy hammer.

The guards with weaker wills instantly felt a splitting headache, their vision went black, and they could barely hold their weapons.

The fighting nuns persevered through sheer faith and unwavering willpower.

Chen Xi also felt an immense pressure approaching, as if his thoughts were about to be frozen.

An invisible spiritual force pressed down on the team like a tsunami, attempting to crush, control, and assimilate them!
"Xi Dejia!" Chen Xi roared fiercely, barely suppressing the mental shock.

The Silent Sister, who had been following closely behind Chen Xi like a shadow, suddenly stepped forward upon hearing the sound!
She held nothing back, pushing her essential power originating from the void—the power of nothingness—to its limit and unleashing its full force!
There was no dazzling light, no deafening roar.

Only an absolute, cold, annihilating void of all spiritual energy burst forth from the center of Sidja!
(End of this chapter)