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Chapter 561 Breaking Through the Barrier
A servo robotic arm, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, slammed the complex interface at the end of the "psychic stabilizer" onto the psychic's hand, which was stained with his own blood and convulsing. With almost brutal speed and precision, it did so.

At the same time, a set of extremely complex, almost cryptic psionic frequency parameters were forcibly injected into his chaotic, shattered sea of ​​consciousness through the stabilizer's neural links, like a high-voltage current!

The psionicist let out a shrill scream that was a mixture of extreme pain and endless despair as his soul was being torn apart, and his body convulsed violently as if he had been electrocuted.

Under the combined influence of the weak psionic pathway forcibly guided by the "stabilizer," the mental barrier maintained by the Carleon think tank, the physical protection provided by the Liz Void Field, and his tiny yet tenacious survival instinct, an extremely weak, flickering, candle-like stream of psionic energy, barely conforming to the specified frequency, finally shot out from his fingertips with difficulty, zigzagging towards a specific, slowly rotating vortex-shaped energy node on the barrier!

Almost exactly in that same millisecond! Precise as the meshing of the gears of fate!
Guterres, who had been poised to strike, rushed like a silver-gray lightning bolt tearing through the shadows the moment two Deathwatch warriors used their bodies and explosive firepower to block the last few deadly energy jets shooting out from the rock crevices. He reached the exposed energy node, whose core was flashing with a blinding red light!

The power gauntlets, covered in thick refined gold, slammed into the outer alloy armor of the node with tremendous force, driven by the full power of the servo motor!
boom--! ! !
A dull, enormous cracking sound!

The sturdy outer armor of the node instantly shattered, exposing the more sophisticated and fragile core circuitry inside!
Behind him, Titus, a veteran known for his precision, did not hesitate at all. He seized the fleeting opportunity and inserted a specially made energy overload device—an adamantium spike engraved with miniature anti-spiritual energy field suppression runes—with surgical precision into the weakest energy conduction node in the core circuit of the node!
"Detonate the device! Execute the overload procedure immediately!" Guterres's gunpowder-filled roar exploded like thunder in the communication channel!

Whoosh—Boom!!!!

Right there!
The vortex node and the physical energy node core, which were barely calibrated and injected by the psionic energy flow, were destructively overloaded by the adamantite spike—two energies with different properties but equally destructive power clashed and annihilated fiercely deep within the barrier's massive and complex structure, ultimately triggering a catastrophic chain reaction!

The enormous purplish-black barrier, like a giant beast struck by a heavy blow, instantly twisted and trembled violently!
The mysterious and terrifying patterns on its surface flickered and darted wildly, emitting a terrifying shriek that was sharp enough to pierce eardrums, as if space itself had been forcibly torn apart!
The entire spatial structure of the entrance area of ​​the ruins groaned and trembled in this devastating chain reaction, and the shock wave, carrying fragments of shattered energy and scorching metal dust, swept outwards!

Finally, with a deafening, catastrophic roar that seemed to shatter the entire planet—

Wow! ! ! !

The deafening roar of the shattering barrier still echoed in the frozen void. The fragments of purplish-black energy, like the embers of a dying star, were rapidly annihilated in the raging torrents of spacetime, leaving behind a chilling sense of emptiness.

The twisted, non-Euclidean geometric entrance to the ruins was now exposed to everyone without any concealment. It was as deep as a stomach connected to the universe, and the low hum emanating from it was no longer background noise, but the breath of some huge, ancient, and disturbed entity awakening. Each pulse caused visible ripples in the surrounding spacetime matrix.

The battlefield instantly fell into a tense, deathly silence. Only the hissing sound of dissipating energy, the heavy panting of damaged ship engines, and the suppressed groans of the wounded tore through the frozen air.

Maria's "Radiant Sentinel" knight mech stood at the scorching firing point, wisps of scorching white smoke billowing from the molten cannon muzzles on its shoulders, the cooling system humming at a high frequency, and the mech's joint servos emitting a slight metallic friction sound after being overloaded.

Guterres stood at the physical blast point he had created himself. On his adamantite-covered power gauntlets, a few drops of molten, unknown alloy liquid, emitting an eerie blue light, slowly dripped down, scorching tiny holes in the frozen rock surface with a sizzling sound. His breathing was heavy under his helmet, and his gaze swept sharply across the ranks of the Inquisition and the deep entrance like a scanning array.

The Deathwatch warriors swiftly and silently regrouped, their explosive guns still in place. Their cold visors scanned back and forth between the Inquisition soldiers and the entrance to the ruins, the slight hum of their power armor joints ready to fire being their only declaration at this moment.

The empty, powerless field supported by Liz began to shrink cautiously, like a weary giant beast folding its wings, but the "paleness" and "emptiness" of its core area still stubbornly resisted the malicious fluctuations that continued to surge from the depths of the ruins.

Her slender figure hunched slightly, her lips beneath her visor were deathly pale, and each breath seemed exceptionally heavy. Sweat soaked through her inner lining, sliding down the cold edges of her armor. Yet, beneath her hood, her eyes burned with an almost cold focus, locked on the unknown darkness deep within the entrance, as if trying to pierce through the unnatural geometric structure and see directly at the core hidden within.

Judge Warren's face had turned from ashen to a sickly sallow.

His helmet's built-in communicator was filled with chaotic reports and casualty statistics from various areas of his own ships—phantoms completely losing consciousness and being dragged into medical bays, stormtroopers suffering friendly fire casualties due to mental contamination, and the combat nun squads suffering damage from the subsequent shockwave when the barrier shattered.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Felus's cold, merciless silver-gray eyes on the communication screen, then he abruptly turned to the entrance of the ruins, which resembled the gaping maw of an abyss. A mixture of overwhelming humiliation, a deep fear of the unknown power, and a mad stubbornness born from being driven to the brink of despair churned violently in his chest, almost bursting through the magnificent armor that symbolized the supreme authority of the Inquisition.

The battle nuns beside him were quickly and systematically gathering the wounded, their whispered prayers weaker than before, yet carrying an almost martyr-like resolve.

Their gazes swept across the entrance with instinctive wariness and burning rage against the Emperor's enemies, as if the darkness itself were a heretical entity in need of purification.

The brief silence was shattered by Felus's emotionless, piercing command, his voice like icicles striking everyone's eardrums: "Target: the core of the ruins. Guterres, lead the vanguard, Maria provide fire support on the right flank, and the Oregana technical team analyzes the environmental structure in the center. Inquisitor, your battle nun is responsible for left-wing surveillance and the rear defense array. The ruins' defense mechanisms have been activated. Maintain the highest alert level. Any non-standard energy fluctuations or spatial distortions are considered hostile attacks. Advance."

(End of this chapter)