Chapter 593

"I will die."

"But not now."

In the instant before Szarekh's scythe fell, Jeanne had already waved the war flag in her hand, blocking the Void Warscythe.

The power spear and the warscythe collided, golden flames and emerald energy intertwined.

"Prophecy ability?"

Before Szarekh launched the attack, Jeanne had already reacted.

But Szarekh was not surprised; it was normal for psykers to have such talent.

Before his eyes burning with emerald flames appeared fields woven from invisible threads; that was the specific form of the anti-Warp field, and all contact with the Warp would produce ripples on it.

Sure enough, the anti-Warp field around Jeanne was rippling wildly.

Although he didn't know what method this woman used, no matter how stubborn she was, what she was using was the power of the Warp.

Szarekh sneered, turning the warscythe in his hand slightly.

The phase shift effect was activated instantly; the warscythe passed through the war flag in Jeanne's hand like a phantom, broke through the energy field released by the iron halo behind Jeanne's head, and stabbed directly at Jeanne's head.

This was the crystallization of Necron phase technology, which could pass through any form of defense——————

Suddenly, a clanging sound came from Szarekh's chest; his living metal body dented into a pit, and his body tilted backward uncontrollably, as if some invisible iron fist had smashed into him.

Szarekh's body swayed slightly, the warscythe trembled, and it brushed past Jeanne's face.

Szarekh staggered back a few steps; he was a bit dazed.

What was that just now?

Even if this human woman could use psychic power in the Pariah Nexus, she would leave traces on the anti-Warp field, and would not let Szarekh have no perception at all.

But the invisible power released by that woman just now did not cause any reaction from the blackstone, as if... as if it were completely power from the real universe, having nothing to do with the Warp.

"This is the power of faith." Jeanne said lightly.

This was the power of the Superpower Training Box.

The Superpower Training Box was a relatively cheap gadget; users could use it for training for three hours a day for three years, and after completing the training, they could master three abilities: teleportation, clairvoyance, and telekinesis.

Even without completing the training completely, just by doing a few training sessions, one could crudely master these three items.

Now these three abilities were not to say they were everywhere in the Imperial army, but they were at a level where any Commissar could play a few tricks.

Even because a Commissar led a group of Astra Militarum soldiers who had practiced telekinesis to ambush and blow up the brain of an Ork Warboss together, it caused a series of "I think so" in the Ork interior, so that now humans would automatically learn telekinesis when facing Orks.

Szarekh was stunned by Jeanne's words.

Life instinctively fears the unknown, even if the Necrons have no souls.

His combat experience made him cautious; the Phaeron retreated a step, used the phase cloak on his body to drill into a nearby pocket dimension, instantly opened a distance of several meters from Jeanne, and then——————

Stab!!!

The sound of a long spear breaking through the air rang out suddenly; Jeanne completed the teleportation almost at the same time as Szarekh, and the long spear in her hand stabbed directly at Szarekh's head.

"Deceiver's foster!" Szarekh was startled and hurriedly rolled up the phase cloak on his body, pulling a fallen Necron corpse from the nearby ground, using that living metal body to barely block Jeanne's sudden strike.

Just like before, Jeanne's teleportation did not cause any reaction from the anti-Warp field.

But Szarekh also had no small understanding of space and dimension technology; he could completely judge that Jeanne's teleportation just now was not through a pocket dimension, but some kind of space technology he couldn't see through, couldn't perceive, more advanced, and richer in mystery.

Szarekh barely caught a glimpse of the mystery with his understanding of the nature of space, but just that little bit made Szarekh's computing unit almost crash on the spot due to high occupancy.

"Is this still the power of faith?" Szarekh couldn't help but open his mouth to ask.

"This is the power granted to humanity by Saint Doraemon; of course, it is the power of faith." Jeanne answered in a tone that was hard to doubt.

Truly Deceiver's foster.

Szarekh cursed in his heart.

The Necrons' countless years of technological accumulation were replaced by a mere sentence of faith.

If this is really the case, then what kind of scientific research are the races in this universe doing? Wouldn't it be more effective for everyone to worship the great god?

Szarekh quickly exchanged several moments with Jeanne, waving his warscythe.

He didn't believe this was really the power of faith; he had studied human history, and he guessed that it was actually some kind of technological product of the human Golden Age—this explanation was more acceptable to Szarekh than the idea that this was the power of faith surpassing the Necrons' long years of technological accumulation.

Although there was a feeling that the Necrons' space and dimension technology was inferior to that of humans in the Golden Age, it was still better than worshipping the great god and surpassing the Necrons' long years of technological accumulation.