The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 272 The Gap Between Psionicists Attracts Law Enforcers
Night Owl Gang's headquarters.

Dozens of psionicists, dressed in tattered robes, formed a crooked line, all their eyes fixed on the high platform.

Their hunched backs seemed to bear an invisible burden, a whisper from the Warp, the gaze of the Imperial Inquisition, and the galaxy's inherent aversion to psykers.

But now, a fog has risen above them, a black fog that can shelter them from the wind and rain.

On the high platform, Qin Ye's figure appeared and disappeared, and the black mist slowly writhed beneath his feet.

The psionicists below him generally had low psionic levels, with the highest being only 'Zeta' level.

If psionicists are classified into levels 1-30, they are as follows:

Omega- (Level 0): This category belongs to the extraordinary 'Untouchables'. Only 'Churisas', one of the six great temples of the Imperial Assassin's Court, and Sister Silent belong to this level.

People with this gene do not have a soul projection in the warp; instead, they are a black hole that constantly devours the surrounding psionic energy.

In the real universe, such people create a blank space around them within a certain range, which can suppress nearby psionic activity.

Psionicists will feel intense, unbearable pain if they get close, to the point that they are unable to use their psionic abilities.

It can be said that the 'Untouchables' are the nightmare of all psionicists.

Omega (Level 1): Ordinary untouchables. These individuals have extremely high insensitivity to psionic activities and may even produce anti-psionic effects.

Omecron (Levels 2-5): Ordinary human.

Kappa (Level 6): Psionicists at this level are usually unaware of their psionic activity. Only the most thorough screening can detect it. Their psionic activity is usually unconscious and subtle.

Yota (Levels 6-10): From this level onwards, psionic activity becomes noticeable and grows exponentially with each level, attracting special attention from the Imperial Inquisition.

Zeta (Levels 10-15): Psionicists of this level possess extremely high psionic talent. Their existence poses a substantial threat to the Empire. Once discovered, they will be strictly controlled, and those in danger may face imprisonment or execution.

Gamma (Level 15-20): There may be only one gamma-level psionic per billion people. They usually exhibit extremely dangerous psionic talents, and an untrained brain has difficulty processing this level of subspace energy.

Beta (Levels 20-25): Danger! Disaster!

Alpha (Level 25-30): Extremely dangerous! And extremely rare! The evolution of the human brain is not sufficient to control Alpha-level psionic energy, so psionicists at this level are either insane or mad, and are prone to losing control.

Alpha+ (30+): An extremely powerful psionicist whose abilities are beyond description. If one had to put it into words, it would fall into the category of the Four Chaos Gods and the Emperor, the ruler of mankind.

On the high platform, Qin Ye's cold gaze slowly swept over the group of psionicists standing below.

These few dozen scattered individuals were clearly not enough to satisfy him; there were definitely more psionicists hiding in the dark corners of the underbelly.

However, this group is at least a start. He has a feeling that before long, the number of psionicists joining him will increase like a snowball.

“From this day forward, you will be the first think tank company of the Ruined Legion.” Qin Ye’s voice echoed across the empty field. He raised his hand and placed it on Hela’s head: “And she will be your company commander.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in commotion.

All the psionicists turned to look at the little girl leaning against Qin Ye's leg, idly fiddling with the hem of her clothes.

Hela looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her youthful face still carrying a touch of innocence, while most of the psionicists standing below the stage were middle-aged, many with gray hair, the oldest of whom could even be Hela's grandfather.

Making them obey such a young girl? That's clearly hard to accept.

Qin Ye was not surprised by this at all. The Curse of Ruin would only keep the controlled person absolutely loyal, but it would not suppress their personal character and thoughts, and would completely preserve their original cognition and thinking.

This is why these psionicists are able to retain their full combat awareness and judgment, and unleash their maximum combat power.

Among the crowd, the only Zeta-level psionicist stepped forward.

This was a tall, thin man, around thirty years old, with a gloomy face and heavy dark circles under his sunken eyes. He exuded a sense of exhaustion from long-term mental depletion.

Qin Ye remembered this person's name.

Dudian, a name with a distinctly Chinese style.

Dudian stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Qin Ye, and then said, "Boss, I'm not questioning your decision. I just want to know, how can such a thin girl be our company commander?"

Qin Ye wasn't angry that the other party had raised a question. To truly gain Hela's respect, he did need to demonstrate his strength.

"It seems," Qin Ye said slowly, "that you want to be the company commander?"

Dudian nodded without hesitation and said bluntly, "I don't think this little girl's psionic abilities are stronger than mine. If I were to become the company commander, I would definitely be able to better share your burdens."

"Alright!" Qin Ye suddenly raised his voice: "I'm very democratic. Here's the deal: whoever can beat her will be the company commander."

After he finished speaking, he gently patted the little girl's head beside him.

"Go ahead, but go easy on them. These are all your future subordinates."

Hela nodded obediently and lightly leaped off the edge of the platform.

Her figure drifted down slowly like a willow leaf in the wind, and her toes touched the ground without making a sound.

After regaining her footing, she beckoned to Dudian with her finger, a sickeningly sweet smile spreading across her pink lips.

Dudian stared intently at the seemingly harmless girl, his feet moving slowly, his expression so grave it could drip water.

Despite his confident words, he knew perfectly well that the boss would never allow a piece of trash to lead them.

Suddenly, Dudian took a deep breath, his chest visibly expanding as psionic energy gathered in his throat.

The next second.
"Wow—!"

A piercing psionic shriek tore through the air, and a visible sonic wave swept toward Hela as if it were a tangible entity.

Caught off guard, the onlookers of psionic abilities covered their ears and staggered back. Several of the weaker ones fell to their knees in pain, clutching their heads and groaning incessantly.

But Dudian's attack went far beyond that; as he let out the shriek, his body began to change.

Psychic energy surged into his limbs and bones like a tidal wave, causing muscle fibers to expand wildly under the energy stimulation, and strange bluish-purple patterns to appear on the surface of his skin.

This is the signature ability of a bio-engineered psionicist: 'Lightning Momentum' increases speed, and 'Hammer Hand' amplifies strength.

Almost instantly, the enhanced Dudian transformed into a blur and rushed towards Hela.

In the Warhammer universe, psykers are divided into many factions.

The 'prophetic system' seeks answers by investigating information in the subspace to predict the future.

A 'biochemical system' that manipulates bioenergy and physiological processes, such as altering or influencing the physiological forms of oneself and enemies.

The 'psychic system' is the ability to manipulate matter or form protective barriers with one's mind.

And so on, including 'psychic' techniques such as reading minds, implanting illusions, or directly destroying consciousness.
Dudian is clearly a practitioner of both biochemistry and mental science.

This combination is practically perfect: psychic abilities interfere with enemies, while bio-engineering enhances oneself, allowing even physically weak psychics to possess close-combat strength that can overwhelm Astartes.

However, all of this seemed like an ant trying to shake a tree when faced with Hela, an Alpha-level psionic.

Hela simply raised her little hand casually and waved it gently.

The psychic shriek, powerful enough to shatter the spirit of an ordinary person, vanished instantly like a thin mist meeting the blazing sun. Dudian's swift charge also came to an abrupt halt, his entire body suddenly suspended in mid-air, as if firmly gripped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move even a finger.

Dudian's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with horror. At this moment, he finally understood why his boss had made this young girl the company commander.

The unfathomable level of psionic energy left him without even the courage to speculate.

Within this petite body lies a terrifying power capable of crushing him.

"I...I lost," Dudian managed to squeeze out through gritted teeth. "You're the company commander!"

The suffocating feeling of being bound by psychic energy made him no longer dare to utter a single defiant word.

In fact, if Hela hadn't remembered Qin Ye's instruction to "go easy on him," she would have crushed him into a pile of minced meat in that instant.

Hela pursed her lips, then withdrew her small hand, releasing the psychic energy binding.

Dudian stumbled to the ground and hurriedly retreated back into the equally horrified crowd.

"Now, is there anyone still vying for the position of company commander?" Qin Ye's voice was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.

The psionicists below the stage fell silent, no one daring to voice any objections.

In this dog-eat-dog world, seniority and age are never the yardstick for measuring status.

Power is the only truth.

Qin Ye nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, Dudian, from now on, you are Hela's adjutant."

"Yes, boss!"

Dudian knelt on one knee, his voice still trembling.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The continuous gangland fires and unusual psionic fluctuations finally caught the attention of the upper-level legal department of the Nest City.

A team of fully armed law enforcement officers was urgently dispatched to the bottom nest to conduct an investigation.

They had no interest in gang warfare, but psionic activities touched a nerve with the Empire.

Armed with sophisticated psionic detectors, the law enforcement officers followed the fluctuating pointers on the instruments, heading towards the area with the most intense psionic fluctuations.

As they turned into a rusty alley, they were suddenly surrounded by dozens of gang members dressed in owl-graffiti costumes.

The head enforcer was a middle-aged man in his early forties with dark, smooth, and firm skin, a stark contrast to the rough skin of the bottom nest residents, which was ravaged by radiation.

He took two steps forward, rifle in hand, and shouted sharply:

"Get out of the way immediately, or you'll be shot on the spot!"

His voice was as cold as steel; he had no interest in even asking these scumbags a question.

At that moment, a punk-style man with an exaggerated mohawk and a face full of piercings stepped out of the crowd.

This was one of the nine members of the Wild Dog Gang that Qin Ye had first recruited.

"This is the territory of my Night Owl Gang. Sir and Majesty, what can I do for you?"

"I don't care what gang you are, this is my final ultimatum: get out of here!"

With a synchronized mechanical sound, all the law enforcement officers simultaneously cocked their guns.

Even though they outnumbered their opponents, they were confident that they could annihilate them within a minute once the fighting began.

This is not just a gap in weaponry and equipment, but also a chasm in combat skills.

However, to their surprise, the gangsters, who used to be like mice before a cat when they saw law enforcement officers, were now rooted to the spot and did not flinch, and were not intimidated by them.

The gun in his hand was steadily aimed at the law enforcement team, and figures kept moving in the shadows in the distance.

The captain of the law enforcement team frowned; this group of scum was clearly different from those he was familiar with.

However, he had no patience to waste any more words with these scumbags and immediately issued an order:
"Fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out.

Seeing that the other side had fired, the Night Owl Gang members were not to be outdone and raised their guns to retaliate, the whistling of their inferior firearms mixed with the screeching of ricochets.

This behavior further enraged the law enforcement officers.

"This is outrageous! Call headquarters immediately and request the complete eradication of the area!"

In fact, there was no need for reinforcements to wipe out the group in front of them. Although the Night Owl Gang had a large number of members, their firepower was completely outmatched. They were quickly defeated and suffered numerous casualties, while the law enforcement officers did not suffer any casualties.

The fact that they dared to fire at law enforcement officers was extremely serious; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a rebellion.

This must be suppressed with the most brutal means!

Just as the Night Owl gang members present were about to be slaughtered, a large amount of psionic energy suddenly enveloped the battlefield.

Strange ripples appeared in the air, and even the light began to distort.

Dudian led the dilapidated think tank squad out from the end of the street, and dozens of psionicists attacked simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of psionic attacks such as psionic lightning, psychic shocks, and psychic shrieks at the law enforcement team.

This scene shocked the law enforcement officers.

They did detect unusual psionic readings in the vicinity, but they never expected so many psionicists to appear at the same time!
"The Night Owl Gang is harboring psychic abilities; are you planning a rebellion?!"

The captain of the law enforcement officers immediately grabbed the communicator on his chest, his fingers trembling slightly with panic: "Emergency call! The location of the psionicists has been locked, and there are many of them. Come quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a piercing shriek, like a steel needle, pierced his mind. His expression froze instantly, his knees slammed to the ground, blood oozing from his seven orifices, and the communicator slipped from his limp hand.

With the addition of the psionicists, the tide of battle turned instantly.

The law enforcement officers, who had initially held an absolute advantage, began to retreat steadily, their sophisticated weapons proving surprisingly fragile under the psionic bombardment.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

boom--

A tall figure clad in dark gold power armor descended from the sky, slamming the ground and creating spiderweb-like cracks.

The dark red cape on his back fluttered in the air currents, and the golden double-headed eagle insignia on his shoulder armor gleamed in the dim nest.

A two-handed power sword in his hand drew a sharp arc in the air.

The nearest psychic didn't even have time to react before their head flew high into the air.

Bright red blood shot into the sky like a fountain!

(End of this chapter)