Chapter 591: What Is Psychic Power? This Is Faith!

Xie Mohe stared in disbelief as the human woman raised a banner and charged into the ranks of the undead.

The undead legion, forged from living metal, collapsed like rows of straw before a harvester before this flesh-and-blood human.

The humans who charged with her suddenly became fearless, roaring as they clashed with the undead, refusing to retreat even against Gaosi weapons, as if the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone had no effect on them at all.

No, this fucking thing is wrong!

As Xie Mohe stood frozen, a high-priority quantum-entangled signal forcibly connected to his comm.

Before his eyes appeared a towering, slender figure composed of razor-sharp living metal, with four limbs and a single eye glowing with cold light—a sight so bizarre it stood out even among the Voidnecrons.

The monstrous metallic spider-like entity stood in his unknown laboratory, before a surgical table, upon which lay a human face twisted in terror.

The creature lightly swung its slender limb, as fine as a scalpel, and the human's body disintegrated before his eyes, dissolving into streams of crimson blood.

He was the Illuminator Zelas, one of the greatest criminals of the Voidnecron Dynasty, the one who made bio-transformation a reality, and who for countless millennia had steadfastly believed his deeds were righteous, convinced that bio-transformation was the necessary path of necron evolution.

Now that the Silent King had returned, he had retrieved this monster, granted him vast resources, and tasked him with researching how to reverse bio-transformation—to turn the necrons back into flesh.

Rumor had it he had achieved some promising results, but Xie Mohe remained wary of Zelas.

The Illuminator Zelas continued his research as he spoke to Xie Mohe: "I know you're having trouble."

As he spoke, several holographic screens appeared before Xie Mohe, each capturing the human woman named Jeanne from every possible angle as she fought.

Xie Mohe's forces were as flimsy as paper before this woman.

Xie Mohe narrowed his eyes slightly—these camera angles were too comprehensive, too precise. Were they taken from within a pocket dimension?

He had no fondness for the Illuminator; after all, this creature was one of the primary architects of Voidnecron bio-transformation. In Xie Mohe's mind, the Illuminator Zelas was even more repulsive than the Silent King.

Even the Silent King had admitted his past mistakes, but Zelas still refused to acknowledge his crimes.

"I can resolve this problem for you," said the Illuminator Zelas, his single eye glowing with eerie light as he fixed Xie Mohe with a stare. "Using my method."

His method?

Xie Mohe let out a bitterly cold scoff.

He knew perfectly well what Zelas's method was: the despicable, dishonorable Death Sigil.

These vile snipers and assassins could traverse pocket dimensions at will, nearly impossible to defend against.

But assassination was too dishonorable. Many Voidnecron Imperial Lords refused to use Death Sigils, and the ancient Necrontyr war codes forbade their use against other nobles.

The footage just shown was clearly captured by a Death Sigil from within a pocket dimension.

But this beast, this bastard Zelas, didn't care about honor—Xie Mohe did.

If he lost his honor, how could he conduct business with other dynasties and fill his vaults with wealth?

"Get out!" Xie Mohe growled in refusal.

Zelas shrugged, as if he didn't care.

"If you can capture her alive, hand her over to me. I'm very interested in her—of course, I'll pay you whatever price you demand."

As Zelas finished speaking, he severed the communication.

Xie Mohe snorted coldly, having no intention of obeying Zelas's orders.

The Illuminator was appointed by the Silent King as Chief Overseer of the Anti-Supreme Heaven Field.

But Xie Mohe was merely a mercenary hired by the Silent King—his duty was only to guard this planet. What did Zelas's orders have to do with him?

Xie Mohe intended to end this war in the way of a Voidnecron noble.

Jeanne blazed like a burning dark-gold sun, sweeping through the undead lines like wildfire, incinerating a group of Voidnecron warriors who tried to fire upon her in an instant.

A Voidnecron Lord, seeing this, swung his phase scythe toward Jeanne. On his chest hung an amulet engraved with the Dynasty's seal.

It was a Shadow Medal, an Aetheric Nullifier—a Voidnecron artifact capable of shielding against the Warp's influence.

The Lord likely believed the Black Stone Spire had malfunctioned, failing to suppress Jeanne's psychic power, and thus wore this anti-Warp necron weapon in an attempt to suppress her.

"Die, beast—take your Warp psychic tricks with you—"

But Jeanne's reaction surpassed even the Voidnecron Lord's expectations. As if she had foreseen his move, she effortlessly sidestepped his attack.

The battle banner arced through the air, its spearhead flashing with kinetic energy as it drove straight into the Voidnecron Lord's chest.

Scorching golden flames spiraled outward from the spearhead, surging into the Lord's torso.

"Wha—" The Voidnecron Lord gasped in disbelief, but in the next blink, he turned to ash, scattered by the battlefield's gale.

"This isn't psychic power," Jeanne said calmly. "We prefer to call it faith."

Even Voidnecron living metal could not withstand the searing fire of faith.

The fire burned within Jeanne, flowing beneath her skin.

The Lord's immortal guards tried to surround her, but Jeanne merely dodged aside, swinging her banner—scorching flames engulfed them all.

The Imperial Guard witnesses erupted in thunderous war cries.