Chapter 175: How a Librarian can solo an entire Legion

Zhou Yun looked at the fifteen so-called champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius who walked onto the stage.

Among them were the Malefic Lord who specialized in flesh alchemy, the killer-type assassin, the sturdy Abomination, the powerful and flexible Pureblood Genestealer, and the Genestealer...

These fifteen almost included every powerful Genestealer type; they lowered their heads devoutly and walked slowly out of the crowd.

This made Zhou Yun raise his eyebrows slightly.

He was a bit confused about what the Genestealers were doing with this.

Was it really necessary to make it so ritualistic and full of sacredness? And fifteen so-called champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius to welcome the Living Saint Sanguineli...

"Ritual." A fragmented voice sounded in Zhou Yun's ear.

The voice of the winged figure in the white light faintly crossed the barrier between the Warp and reality and came to Zhou Yun's ear.

Ritual? This made Zhou Yun raise his eyebrows; he seemed to understand a little.

Mephiston looked at this scene, and his expression changed slightly.

He had read many dark scriptures, ancient books, and forbidden classics and knew many ancient and evil spells and rituals.

From the actions of the Genestealers, Mephiston clearly sensed the traces of deliberate ritual.

The preaching in front of almost all Genestealers, the team composed of fifteen so-called champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius, welcoming the return of that Lictor...

This all made Mephiston smell the taste of ritual; this might be an unknown xenos ritual, carried out through this series of ritualistic actions.

Most rituals, in essence, are to weaken the barrier between reality and the Warp and guide the power in the Warp into reality...

Preaching is to strengthen the cognition of the Genestealers toward the so-called Living Saint Sanguineli; the fifteen so-called champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius might have the function of pointing to the Hive Mind.

And once they welcome back that Lictor in this way, gathering the power projected by the Hive Mind and the worship of the Genestealers,

that Lictor might really become the so-called Living Saint Sanguineli to a certain extent and obtain extraordinary enhancement.

No wonder.

No wonder that Lictor could easily infiltrate the Angel's Fortress in the prediction, could lead the Genestealers to destroy the Sarcophagus Hall and the void shield array...

This is because the faith of the Genestealers for hundreds of years was deliberately guided to that Lictor, strengthening its power.

Mephiston couldn't help but be shocked internally; he remembered Zhou Yun's warning.

Could it be that the reason Saint Doraemon was so cautious was because he knew this point and knew the uniqueness of this Lictor?

Mephiston felt that he still underestimated Zhou Yun; he actually easily anticipated the swarm's actions.

Thinking about it carefully, it was correct. According to the scene Mephiston saw through the Eight-Faced Monster, Zhou Yun was both a competitor of the Hive Mind and a competitor for the relative position of the Hive Mind. The relationship between the two should be extremely hostile.

Perhaps in the long years that Mephiston didn't know, the two had already been clashing.

Mephiston calmed down; he knew he must infiltrate this team and kill the Lictor before it was welcomed back to Sheath-Wing Fortress.

Because once the Lictor was welcomed back to Sheath-Wing Fortress and appeared in front of many Genestealers, this ritual would be truly completed.

Mephiston guided his psychic powers slightly, infiltrating the brain of a champion of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius.

He condensed this bit of psychic power into a point and flowed it along the blood vessels to the side of a key brain nerve of this champion of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius.

Then Mephiston walked out of the Genestealer group as if no one was there, walking toward that champion of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius.

That bit of psychic power buried in its brain burst silently, breaking its key brain nerves.

That champion of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius only felt darkness before its eyes, pain in its brain, and wanted to shout out,

however, the psychic power released by Mephiston precisely cut off the nerve that controlled its language function, making it unable to make a sound.

The body of this champion of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius tilted backward uncontrollably.

Mephiston slowly reached out to support its body, and psychic power was injected from his hand without leaving a trace.

Almost all of its memories flowed into Mephiston's mind.

Subsequently, the body of this champion of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius instantly decomposed into large molecules invisible to the naked eye and disappeared from the spot.

Mephiston took the opportunity to take a step forward, stood in its position with a calm face, and modified the cognitive distortion, making everyone treat him as that champion of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius.

Almost no one noticed all this.

Except for Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun stood not far away, watching Mephiston showing off his skills with great interest.

It seemed that because of his own Warp essence and the influence of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun was immune to cognitive distortion and other psychic means involving the mind to a certain extent.

But even so, Zhou Yun couldn't help but sigh.

As expected of Mephiston, the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels, one of the peaks of the current psychic masters.

If we talk about the Librarians of the current Astartes, who can steadily win over Mephiston in both strength and record,

I'm afraid only the First Captain and Chief Librarian of the former Thousand Sons Legion, the Tzeentch Chosen Ahriman, remains.

The psychic power of this Ahriman, Professor A, is already terrifying, and his record is even more exciting.

Ahriman used a spell that can be called a unique skill, the Rubric of Ahriman, and almost soloed an entire Astartes Legion and enslaved it as a puppet... although this Legion was his own Legion.

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhou Yun's mouth couldn't help but hook into a bit of an arc. Thousand Sons jokes are always timeless. Mephiston, who had mixed into the team of champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius, turned his head and looked at Zhou Yun, who was still hiding in the crowd.

Mephiston felt a bit strange. Why hadn't this Saint Doraemon taken action yet?

It seems that this group of Genestealers is about to set off... Doesn't he intend to mix into the team?

Mephiston couldn't help but cast a suspicious look at Zhou Yun, as if asking how Zhou Yun intended to mix into the team.

Then...

Then Mephiston saw the corners of Zhou Yun's mouth hook into a playful arc, as if mocking the most stupid self-righteous person in the entire galaxy.

Mephiston's heart shook violently because of this smile.

His psychic power swept across the entire venue silently...

Then confusion appeared on his face.

No, in his psychic perception, Zhou Yun didn't seem to have infiltrated the team of champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius.

But remembering the extremely playful smile at the corners of Zhou Yun's mouth, Mephiston was not sure.

Could it be that long before Mephiston didn't notice, that Saint Doraemon had already infiltrated?

Mephiston thought about it and felt that this was completely possible.

As a Librarian who often contacts the Warp, no one knows the power of those dark gods better than Mephiston.

And Zhou Yun is a candidate for three positions in the Warp, always bringing Mephiston a strong sense of danger,

and his power might also far exceed Mephiston's imagination... Mephiston calmed down and looked at the other fourteen champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius.

Mephiston couldn't help but start thinking again, which one was disguised by Zhou Yun?

"Which one is it?" Mephiston sat alone on the sand dune, his psychic power sweeping across everyone present from time to time.

Whether it was the fourteen champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius, the Genestealer Magus, or even the Genestealer Patriarch who hid his figure with psychic power, they were all swept by Mephiston.

!. Read

However, they had left Sheath-Wing Fortress for half a day, and Mephiston still hadn't found which one was Zhou Yun.

Could it be that this Saint Doraemon didn't mix in? That shouldn't be...

Mephiston's eyes showed doubt, and he looked at these fourteen so-called champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius with his material world eyes again.

At this moment, a killer-type Genestealer wearing a woven shawl and a cowboy hat with three arms walked toward Mephiston.

According to the memory Mephiston obtained, the name of this Genestealer was... Three-Gun Calian.

The name Calian belongs to the First Captain of the Blood Angels, and he himself is currently supporting Cadia.

Mephiston's eyes moved slightly. Could it be him? Is he the disguise of Saint Doraemon?

Indeed, according to what Mephiston knew,

the marksmanship of that Saint Doraemon was superb, almost transcending the limits allowed by the material world,

and this killer-type Genestealer was also good at marksmanship, and Calian himself had contact with Saint Doraemon when he was on Ashford.

Mephiston looked at Three-Gun Calian walking toward him and couldn't help but brighten his eyes. It should be him.

"Azaha, drink some red-grass root soaked in water."

Azaha was the name of the identity Mephiston disguised as, a psyker among the Genestealers.

Three-Gun Calian revealed a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, lifted his shawl, took out a jar of soaked red-grass root water, and stuffed it to Mephiston:

"This is my exclusive recipe."

Mephiston looked blankly at the red-grass root water in his hand. Is this some kind of metaphor? Riddle? Or hint?

Then Mephiston saw Three-Gun Calian walk toward others, lift his shawl again, take out a jar of red-grass root water, and repeat the words he said to Mephiston.

Mephiston looked at the red-grass root water in his hand and couldn't help but fall into thought for a while.

Could it not be him? Could it be that he was just simply sharing his secret red-grass root water?

Mephiston was silent for a while, then looked at others... Would Saint Doraemon deliberately disguise himself as a dim-witted Abomination?

It's so hard to guess... He wouldn't have not followed, would he?

That shouldn't be... That Saint Doraemon clearly said he would participate in the hunt for the Lictor.

At the same time, Sheath-Wing Fortress, Sheath-Wings and Claws restaurant.

Zhou Yun put down the empty plate in his hand and shouted to the owner behind him:

"Boss, another portion of salt-baked fire scorpion! Add more spices this time!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 176 =====