Warhammer 40: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 318 The Underworld Insect Appears
And these psionicists carried out Augustus's orders without hesitation.

Within this relatively confined space, the damage caused by the rampaging psionic spells was maximized.

The psionic lightning triggered a chain reaction, killing a large number of soldiers in an instant.

Seeing their governor's mad behavior, the soldiers, spurred on by the cunning followers, also began to fight back.

The bloody slaughter continued, and the passage was almost filled with the corpses of both of them. Under the concentrated fire, the psionicists also began to suffer casualties.

Excessive use of psychic powers has caused their brains to begin to suffer backlash. Ultimately, these illegal psychics are not powerful enough. The truly powerful psychics are definitely not something that the governor of this planet Augustus can control.

Otherwise, without the guidance and control of the Star Language Court or the Tribunal system, it wouldn't be long before these level of psionicists would become the bridge for chaos to enter the real universe.

But that was enough to crush these ordinary soldiers.

"These cunning individuals are far more shrewd and cautious than we imagined. Logically speaking, the cunning clan chief and the pure-blooded cunning individuals should be enough to annihilate this team. The clan chief's psionic energy can suppress these illegal psionicists, but the other side did not directly attack, but instead weakened the number of soldiers as much as possible."
Fortunately, we didn't show up directly and take control of the governor, otherwise he might not have shown up at all.

Norris watched the carnage unfold before him and couldn't help but sigh.

Even with the situation having reached this point, Norris and the others remained patient and waited.

The battle slowly subsided. There were screams and severed limbs everywhere. Augustus, panting heavily, sat down on the ground.

More than a dozen of the psionicists around him died, and some of those he ordered to be slaughtered were killed directly by these psionicists, while many more escaped.

They no longer protect the governor, who has gone completely insane.

In the eyes of ordinary mortals in this world, psychic power is superstition and witchcraft. When such supernatural, large-scale destructive magic appears...

The mental fortitude of ordinary people simply cannot withstand it.

Looking at the dismembered limbs and corpses scattered on the ground, Augustus actually felt a sense of relief.
Those traitors who tried to kill him are either dead or have fled, and he is finally safe.

Barnes, help me up.

But when Augustus turned to look at Barnes, the latter had already been reduced to a mangled mess by the concentrated laser fire.

"Damn it, Your Majesty! We can't stop! If we can reach the emergency exit, we can escape from here!"

But just as Augustus was about to continue, screams came from the end of the corridor. The fleeing pdfs were being slaughtered, and the roar that belonged only to Tyrion made Augustus's eyes widen.

"Turn back! Go in another direction!"

But as soon as he turned around, he heard the sound of sharp claws rapidly stomping on the metal floor behind him.

The psionicists around him were also nearing their limits, and they too looked at the two ends of the passage in despair.

As the lights above went out, the cunning individuals cut off the energy supply to the area.

Only a few emergency lights remained in the entire corridor, flashing red continuously.

At the dark end of the passage, countless blood-red eyes flickered and approached.

"Here you are, Tiberius! You freak! You've finally arrived!!!"

Augustus drew his laser rifle from his waist and fired it continuously at his eyes.

However, the laser rifle failed to achieve any results.

Using the light from the laser rifle, Tiberius's blasphemous body was revealed to Augustus.

The laser beam left only a faint mark on his carapace.

The psionicists attempted to use their psionic magic once again to kill their enemies.

However, the cunning clan chief, being the most powerful individual, also possessed extraordinary psychic abilities. Psychic spells had no effect whatsoever; in fact, the psychic illusions released by Tiberius even bewitched several psychics who had already reached their limits.

They picked up the pistols from the ground without expression, pointed them at their heads, and pulled the triggers without hesitation.

Augustus watched helplessly as his alien brother stood before him, looking down at him as if mocking him.

"Hahaha, Tiberius, you've won. I truly regret not killing you back then."

At this moment, Augustus's psychological defenses had completely collapsed.

He laid down his weapon, walked past the few remaining psykers around him, and slowly walked towards Tiberius.

He knew he had no chance of surviving today, so Augustus even stepped forward and begged for death.

Meanwhile, the cunning thieves around them immediately pounced and killed the few remaining psionicists.

The blood splattered from his torn body stained Augustus's magnificent clothes.

He opened his arms, closed his eyes, and prepared to accept his death.

Tiberius also raised his claws, ready to finish off his brother whom he wanted to kill.

The claws fell heavily, but after a moment, Augustus felt no pain whatsoever.

He opened his eyes and saw the neat cuts on Tiberius's claws. A human wielding a glowing blade had appeared in front of him.

Norris made his move, using his phase shift ability to instantly block Tiberius's fatal blow. Now that their target had been revealed, Norris and the others no longer needed to hide themselves.

The ghosts, having exhausted their psionic energy over a long period to maintain their stealth, began firing with their psionic light blades and the special armored rounds equipped on their C-20A munitions.

Before the purebred thieves could react, armor-piercing bullets pierced their brains.

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of the enemies, the Tyren had not expected that so many enemies were lurking in the shadows.

The Dark Templar, on the other hand, rely on their superior psionic abilities and control over them to maintain stealth at all times.

In Tiberius's psychic perception, he only sensed dozens of vague, powerful psychic reactions moving among the cunning individuals under his command.

One after another, these pure-blooded thieves were stabbed to death in vital organs before they even saw their enemies.

Zeratul, in particular, possesses exceptional combat skills and mastery of Void energy, making him extremely efficient at killing.

As he moved about, he found himself surrounded by the corpses of numerous cunning thieves.

Biological instincts made Tiberius aware of how troublesome these beings were.

Despite losing an arm, Tiberius still possesses formidable fighting power.

Norris, standing before him, also felt immense pressure.

The opponent's speed was astonishing; the cunning clan chief in front of him could dodge his slashes and ignore the bullets fired from his gun.

His own psychic manipulation had no effect on her.

Sensing the increasingly intense psionic energy emanating from Tiberius, Norris immediately retreated.

A psionic shriek emanated from Tiberius and spread outwards in all directions.

The psychic shockwaves, ignoring friend and foe, disrupted the control of psychic energy by the ghosts and celestials, forcing even the invisible daggers to break their stealth.

(End of this chapter)