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The surrounding think tanks acted together. Their well-honed psychic powers were able to maintain the same frequency and merge with each other. They attacked with the psychic binding network of the Titus core, trying to bind the psychic girl again.

The Librarians struggled to fight against the Alpha-class psykers before them. They had to use their skills and willpower to fight against psionic powers that were stronger than them.

"Damn it, think of a way, any way." Luo Xi's scalp tingled. He flipped through his memory bank, trying to find a way to stop the rampaging psychic girl.

In a hurry, he reached into his pocket for the book of essays written by Lowell McKeon, the chronicler of the Amatra legend.

After the conversation with the Word Bearer hermit, Luo Xi remembered his advice and kept this essay with him.

He has always been a man who is willing to accept good advice. Now that the hermit has reminded him of this, he has put aside his contempt and his mentality of taking chances.

"Anyway, let's give it a try." Luo Xi couldn't think of a way to have the best of both worlds for a moment. Either let the Untouchables completely subdue Joey and then kill him, or try the method of psychic metaphysics.

With trepidation, he held the book of Lowell in his hands. He opened the essay, which he had read several times, and tried to recite the words and feelings.

As his voice began to sound, the ordinary essay in his hand actually emitted a golden flash, and a special psychic power began to take effect.

The golden light began to spread with the book as the core. When the light shone on everyone, everyone felt a kind of tranquility and peace from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially for think tanks like Titus, when the golden light shone on them, their psychic eyes felt a stinging pain, as if they saw the shadow of a sun in the vast and unpredictable warp space.

The book that recorded the struggle, perseverance and sacrifice of the people of Amatra became a carrier of a certain power and will, enabling the sun to project power across time and space.

And in that golden light shining at the core of Joy, deep streams of smoke emerged from her naked body. They screamed and emerged from the psychic's body under the light of the book, and then disappeared without a trace like water vapor evaporated by the sun.

"What! This book can also burn the power of Warp Demons?"

Luo Xi felt incredible. He had read this book many times before and could even recite much of its contents by heart.

He was sure that this was just an ordinary book, recording at most the stories and feelings of the people during the Battle of Amatra.

How could such an ordinary book actually burst out with the magical power to expel the evil forces of the subspace?

His intuition told him that this was another mysterious psychic power, a power that was difficult to explain with science and reason.

"Can the collective faith of mankind really create a tangible power in the warp? This book from the Battle of Amatra condenses the power of faith of everyone on that planet, making it a holy object in a sense?"

Luo Xi could only use this superstitious metaphysical concept to explain, otherwise he could not explain why a book could suddenly emit golden light and expel the malicious forces in the warp space.

After being illuminated by the Book of Lowell, Joey indeed calmed down. Her face was peaceful, just like a real child, and she fell asleep with the comfort of her parents.

Seeing this scene, Luo Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, no disaster occurred.

Chapter 218 The power of faith

The girl who awakened Alpha-level psychic powers was temporarily placed in the monastery of the think tanks, and her mother, Elena Vera, was responsible for accompanying and taking care of her daughter to prevent the child, who was only two years old mentally, from doing anything dangerous.

Roche ordered a squad of Untouchables to be stationed near the monastery, ready to subdue any out-of-control psychics at any time.

"I don't want to kill a child I delivered myself. If I had a choice, I would try to save her."

In the office, Guilliman pushed aside the official documents on the desk and listened carefully to Roche's words.

He had figured out what was going on at the Think Tank Monastery, and Roshi was reporting back to him.

"What Alina said is correct. Joey is only a two-year-old child. She is not wrong. It is the damned psychic curse that has come to her. This is the curse of the subspace on humans."

Although Luo Xi considered himself to be a person with relatively indifferent emotions, he did not show strong sadness when facing those who unfortunately died in the battle in Cowes, simply because he had seen too many deaths.

Everyone, regardless of gender, rich or poor, is the same after death. The body will rot and stink, and in the end not even the bones will be left.

But he also has some bottom lines, one of which is that he will not kill a child easily.

"You did nothing wrong, my friend. You don't have to explain anything."

Guilliman consoled him, revealing his attitude, "Even if I were faced with that situation, I would do my best to try to save that child. She is the son of Calth, and I owe this to the people of Calth."

Guilliman's comfort made Roxi feel much better.

From the most rational point of view, what he should do is not to get entangled with Elena and her daughter, but to completely and decisively eliminate the threat when he finds danger.

It’s just that Luo Xi’s humanity does not allow him to do such a thing. This is not the so-called sainthood, but a person’s most basic moral bottom line.

As long as there is a glimmer of possibility, he will try his best to save a child.

"And what do you plan to do with her? I assume you have already thought of a plan," Guilliman asked.

Luo Xi was also thinking about this problem. Ever since Elena brought Joey to seek his help, he had taken on this hot potato.

If one is clearly capable of doing something but is unwilling to do it, his human nature will make him feel guilty.

"Anyway, I'll let her stay with the Titus Think Tank for a while. The director of the think tank is capable enough to supervise and educate Joey. We need to let her understand some principles that adults should understand as soon as possible, so that she can restrain and control her own power."

Although Joey is technically only two years old, this is not strict for an Alpha-level psyker who can use psionic powers to interfere with the growth rate of his body.

Her physical age and mental age cannot be measured by common sense.

"She is a gifted Alpha-class psychic. After the systematic training of the think tank director, she may become a qualified and controllable psychic."

The population base of the Five Hundred Worlds determines that there will inevitably be a large number of psychics, and the huge base means that some powerful psychics will inevitably be born.

This is a threat, but also an opportunity. If these powerful mortal psykers can be trained into a psychic force, they will have more cards in their hands when facing the threat of the Warp.

"Let's stop here for the matter of the psychic girl. I'm more concerned about the book."

Roche pulled the original copy of the Book of Lowell from his pocket and placed it in front of Guilliman.

"You should have read Titus's written report. This book played an incredible role. Titus saw the cold sun in the warp. The power it released drove away the evil in the warp. It sounds..."

"We suspect it is the power of the Emperor, as your brother Lorgar's sacred text says."

After hearing Roche's words, Guilliman first remained silent.

He seemed to be trying to explain it all using the Imperial Truth method.

"This may be some kind of warp reaction. You know, this book was written in the flames of the Battle of Amatra. The faith of those who died and their belief in the Emperor may have been melted into this book and become a part of it."

"It's a conceptual change. The Lowell book was originally just an ordinary essay, but those beliefs made it extraordinary."

"This is the power of faith. Faith in the Emperor may really work."

Roche said a lot in one breath, but Guilliman remained silent.

As a listener, Guilliman's superhuman brain was naturally able to understand what his mortal advisor wanted to tell him.

What Luo Xi wanted to say was that one should look at faith objectively, rather than being prejudiced against faith because of the Word Bearers.

However, this was difficult for Guilliman, who advocated rationality and truly believed in the truth of the Empire, to accept.

In his opinion, he is not against freedom of belief, but these so-called beliefs are nothing more than people's wishful thinking. They entrust their hopes and desires to an illusory concept and pray to it.

But the belief in nothingness cannot respond, this is a materialistic universe.

But now, what happened in the Think Tank Monastery undoubtedly proved that his idea was wrong, or in other words, not entirely correct.

Faith is not just an illusory thing, it can even appear at the critical moment and fight back against the malice of the warp.

In a sense, this book may have become a sacred object in the religious field. It symbolizes mankind's belief in unyielding struggle and fearless sacrifice, and can transmit subspace energy with the help of this belief.

Guilliman digested this information. The concepts of the Emperor, faith, and humanity emerged one by one in his mind.

"Father, is it true that part of what Lorgar wrote in the Holy Words is correct? Can a human really do such a miraculous thing?"

Roboute's worldview changed quietly. He originally firmly believed that his father was just a powerful psychic, although this power was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The man-made wonder on Terra: the Astronomican, a powerful psychic beacon that can illuminate the entire galaxy. Its energy source is the unfathomable psychic power of the Emperor. This great achievement accomplished by one person is unimaginable for mortals.

"I understand. I will ask the hermit about religious issues again. Perhaps our concepts really need to keep pace with the times." Guilliman said.

"In that case, I'll leave this aspect of the matter to you. I already have enough troubles." He stared into Guilliman's eyes and said.

"Give up those thoughts. I won't help you with this matter anymore."

Roche stopped Guilliman's combo in advance. Based on his understanding of Roboute, the opponent would most likely use his skill of passing the blame again.

The Primarch smiled awkwardly, he did mean that.

After all, who can resist a friend who always gives surprises and works hard without complaint?

Sometimes, Guilliman was in a trance and vaguely saw the shadows of the Emperor and the Demonic Symbol Malcador in him and Roche.

The Emperor and Malcador are also close comrades-in-arms, and the Imperial Chancellor is one of the few people whom the Emperor completely trusts.

"I have to leave Macragge for a while. The [seeds] I sowed on the edge of the Ultima Segmental Region have already received a response. Several planets have sent back useful information. I have to go there in person."

Roche has had enough of the political turmoil that has been going on in Macragge recently, the establishment of the embryonic form of the Second Empire, the arrival of the Lion King Lion Jonson, the terrorist Midnight Haunter, and Vulkan who is still in a state of madness.

Dealing with these abnormal people was really a destruction to his brain cells, so he decided to stay away from the center of the storm and go to Sosa to explore the new world.

If he stayed here any longer, he would probably have to continue to be Guilliman's nanny and deal with a lot of annoying things for him.

"Since you have made your decision, I will not try to keep you here. After all, my mortal advisor has too many things to do. If you are really too busy, this matter can wait until you are done with your work."

Guilliman smiled awkwardly at Roche's increasingly dangerous gaze.

"Just a joke, just a joke."

He straightened his expression and patted Luo Xi's shoulder.

"In short, be careful at the edge of the galaxy. There are dangers there that are beyond our knowledge. Nothing else matters. What matters is that you can go there safely and come back intact."

Luo Xi smiled and looked confident.

"Don't worry. Even if there are some unknown dangers in that star region that is not in the records, I am sure I can escape if I can't defeat you."

After that, Roxi left Guilliman's office. He had to take a few more people with him before returning to Sotha.

He has to be fully prepared before he sets out.

Chapter 219: The Edge of the Galaxy, Here I Come

This is not the only thing Roche took the opportunity to advise Guilliman about. In addition to the matter of faith, he was also hinting that the Emperor still existed.

After all, it was when the Warp storm raged and blocked the connection between the Ultima Segmentum and the Solar System, and no one knew whether the Imperium and the Emperor still existed, that Guilliman came up with the idea of ​​forming a Second Empire as a backup of human civilization.

However, what happened in the Ultramarines' think tank monastery and the power revealed by the Book of Lowell all proved that the Emperor still exists.

After all, if the Emperor is dead, then who answers the call of the Relic Book?

It was impossible for Guilliman not to understand such a simple truth, but Roche did not say it clearly. After all, the Second Empire had basically taken shape, and he knew that the Emperor was not dead, so Guilliman was left in a very embarrassing situation.