Chapter 592

I will die.

But not now.

In the instant before Xie Mohe's scythe descended, Leina had already swung her battle standard, intercepting the Void Scythe.

The power spear and the scythe clashed, golden flames intertwining with emerald energy.

Precognition ability?

Before Xie Mohe launched his attack, Leina had already reacted.

But Xie Mohe was not surprised; it was normal for psykers to possess such talent.

Before his eyes, flickering with emerald flame, appeared a series of force fields woven from invisible threads—the physical manifestation of the Anti-Space Field, where any contact with the Warp would ripple across its surface.

As expected, the Anti-Space Field around Leina was violently rippling.

Though he did not know how the woman had done it, no matter how she denied it, she was using Warp energy.

Xie Mohe sneered, twisting his scythe slightly.

The phase-shift effect activated instantly; the scythe passed through Leina's battle standard like a phantom, pierced through the energy field emitted by the iron halo behind her head, and struck directly for her skull.

This was the crystallization of Necron Phase Technology—capable of passing through any form of defense.

Suddenly, a clanging sound rang from Xie Mohe's chest; his living metal body dented inward, and his body toppled backward uncontrollably, as if struck by an invisible iron fist.

Xie Mohe's body swayed slightly, his scythe trembling, grazing past Leina's face.

Xie Mohe staggered back several steps, bewildered.

What was that just now?

Even if this human woman could use psychic energy within the Spirit-Extinguishing Zone, she should still have left traces on the Anti-Space Field—she could not have gone entirely undetected by Xie Mohe.

But the invisible force the woman had just unleashed caused no reaction from the Black Stone at all—as if it were entirely from the material universe, with no connection whatsoever to the Warp.

"This is the power of faith," Leina said softly.

It is the power of the Psychic Training Box.

The Psychic Training Box is a relatively inexpensive device; users can train with it for three years, three hours per day, and upon completion, gain mastery over teleportation, x-ray vision, and telekinesis.

Even without completing the full training, just a few sessions are enough to crudely grasp these three abilities.

These three abilities are not exactly common in the Imperial Army, but any commissar you grab will know how to use at least one.

In fact, after a commissar led a squad of Astropaths trained in telekinesis to ambush and crush a Warboss's skull with a collective psychic strike, the Orks were thrown into a panic of "what the hell," and now humans automatically learn telekinesis when facing Orks.

Xie Mohe was stunned by Leina's words.

Life instinctively fears the unknown—even Necrons, devoid of souls, are not exempt.

His combat experience made him cautious; the High Pontiff stepped back, using his Phase Cloak to slip into a nearby pocket dimension, instantly creating a distance of several meters from Leina—and then—

SHHHH!

A spear's piercing cry rang out; Leina teleported simultaneously with Xie Mohe, thrusting her spear straight for his skull.

"Son of the Deceiver!" Xie Mohe gasped, hastily rolling up his Phase Cloak and yanking up the corpse of a fallen Necron from the ground, using its living metal body to barely block Leina's sudden strike.

As before, Leina's teleportation triggered no reaction from the Anti-Space Field.

But Xie Mohe had considerable knowledge of space and dimensional technology; he could definitively judge that Leina's teleportation had not passed through a pocket dimension—it was some advanced, undetectable, profoundly mysterious spatial technique he could not comprehend.

Xie Mohe, relying on his understanding of spatial properties, caught only a glimpse of its secret—but even that single glimpse nearly crashed his computational unit from overload.

"Still the power of faith?" Xie Mohe blurted out.

"It is the power granted to humanity by Saint Doraemon—of course it is the power of faith," Leina replied with an air of absolute conviction.

Truly, son of the Deceiver.

Xie Mohe cursed inwardly.

Countless millennia of Necron technological advancement had been replaced by a mere phrase: faith.

If this were true, why would any race in this universe bother with science? Why not just all kneel and worship gods?

Xie Mohe swung his scythe rapidly, exchanging blows with Leina over several instants.

He did not believe this was truly the power of faith; he had studied human history, and he suspected it was instead some artifact from humanity's Golden Age—a theory far more acceptable to him than faith.

Though it felt like admitting Necron space and dimensional tech was inferior to Golden Age human tech, it was still better than admitting that millennia of Necron advancement had been undone by worship.