Chapter 73: Twisted and Melting Clocks

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Facing the questioning of the Genestealer Bishop before him, Zhou Yun kept a straight face and said solemnly.

"You dare to impersonate the name of a Primarch?!"

The psychic flames in the Genestealer Bishop's eyes seemed to condense into substance, about to surge out from the Empyrean and completely squeeze into this narrow passage.

It was angry; the anger of the entire Genestealer brood's will condensed on its body.

This shameful man before it had deceived it, deceived the noble Four-Armed Emperor,

defiled the great sacrifice, blocked the Patriarch's grand plan, and humiliated the faith in the Four-Armed Emperor.

What a shameless person; the Patriarch's order was only one: make him suffer the punishment of the Four-Armed Emperor.

For this, the Patriarch handed over the hive mind of the entire brood to it to use, making its psychic power strengthened to an incomparable degree.

The Genestealer Patriarch took a step forward,

it opened its mouth slightly, injecting the massive will of the entire brood into its voice through psychic power,

"STAND STILL!!!!"

The voice mixed with psychic power was amplified through the loudspeakers of the four preachers, echoing in the narrow corridor.

The hypnotic sound pierced into everyone's ears like insects, drilling into their brains, will, and souls.

The massive will of the Genestealer brood suddenly pressed down on Zhou Yun, Margit, and these plague zombies.

They all stood stiffly in place, their minds captured by the brood will.

The Genestealer Bishop's mouth revealed a cold smile.

The powerful hypnotic sound injected with the will of the entire Genestealer brood could not be defied by anyone.

An individual's will, no matter what, could not be stronger than a cluster.

Even that non-believer who called himself "Neos" was stiff in place, staring blankly at the Genestealer Bishop.

"You should commit suicide——————"

The Bishop raised her voice, wanting to use the hypnotic sound to manipulate these heretics into committing suicide.

But suddenly, her psychic premonition reminded her that danger was approaching.

She instinctively reached out and pulled the preacher beside her in front of her.

Sizzle!!!!

Beams of scorching laser shot over.

The preacher protected in front of the Genestealer Bishop was shot into a charred corpse in the blink of an eye.

The Genestealer Bishop poked her head out in horror,

and then saw more lasers shooting from the laser guns floating beside Zhou Yun, the blue light gathering into a torrent.

She hurriedly reached out to form a psychic barrier.

The azure laser collided with the psychic barrier, setting off a dazzling explosion in mid-air.

Through the psychic barrier, the Genestealer Bishop saw Zhou Yun shaking his head with a look of pity.

"Dodged it... I acted so seriously." Zhou Yun sighed.

The hypnotic sound injected with the will of the entire Genestealer brood was indeed powerful,

and it did make Zhou Yun's body stiffen slightly for a moment,

but it was limited to just a moment.

The will gathered by these Genestealers was indeed powerful,

but it was still not as good as the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eye, and far from the corruption of Tzeentch before.

Zhou Yun's spirit had long been tempered.

"Not much stronger than Leina."

Zhou Yun made a comment and nodded.

"How can you resist my hypnotic sound?!"

The Genestealer Bishop was stunned, unable to believe it.

Zhou Yun didn't leave her time to be shocked.

Zhou Yun's figure flashed, suddenly appearing behind the Genestealer Bishop.

The fist wearing the Superman glove smashed toward her back quickly.

The Genestealer Bishop couldn't dodge in time,

but the eight Genestealer guards around were faster than common sense.

They were almost like shadows, appearing by Zhou Yun's side in the blink of an eye.

Eight sharp precision long swords were drawn, stabbing at Zhou Yun's vital points at the same time.

Zhou Yun's hand holding the famous sword... Denkoumaru moved accordingly, swinging the short sword in an almost inhuman posture.

The sound of sword collision echoed in the corridor; it was as if eight famous swords... Denkoumaru were blocking the Genestealer guards' long swords at the same time beside Zhou Yun.

The Genestealer guards under their hoods were also full of confusion.

Someone could actually block their eight-person simultaneous attack with his own strength.

The Genestealer Bishop turned around in fear; she hurriedly vented her psychic power, forming layers of heavy psychic shields, trying to block Zhou Yun's fist.

Bang!!

The fist collided with the psychic shield, and a harsh explosion sounded.

Cracks appeared on the psychic shield immediately.

Zhou Yun's fist exerted a little force, and the shield shattered into slag.

Those layers of heavy shields shattered like thin paper in front of Zhou Yun's fist.

The fist wearing the glove came to the Genestealer Bishop's face in the blink of an eye.

The Genestealer Bishop's pupils contracted suddenly, overlapping with Zhou Yun's eyes.

A strong psychic scream turned into an arrow, stabbing heavily into Zhou Yun's mind.

The Bishop's mouth revealed a successful smile.

Even if this man's willpower was strong enough to break free from the shackles of the hypnotic sound,

what about a more direct, stronger psychic scream containing the cluster will of more than half the brood?

Time was too tight; the Genestealer Bishop only had time to condense half the brood's will together,

but such a close distance, so powerful, and suddenly released, completely unable to defend against the psychic scream...

This was enough to stir this man's brain into a pile of mud!!

The Bishop's will stabbed straight into Zhou Yun's mind.

Clocks... twisted clocks hung in Zhou Yun's mind.

Those were clocks that were constantly twisting, constantly melting, and constantly beating like liquid.

Different sizes, different shapes.

The Genestealer Bishop looked at this scene blankly, looking at the center of Zhou Yun's mind, his essence.

That was a blurry, hazy blue figure, round and looking a bit cute.

How could a person be like this in the Sea of Souls?

A sense of bad feeling rose in the Genestealer Bishop's heart.

But no matter what, as long as it was an individual's will, it could not surpass a cluster.

The Genestealer Bishop looked behind itself.

Behind it, the will of more than half the Genestealer brood gathered together, turning into figures forming a psychic scream.

I won,

the Genestealer Bishop thought so.

Then, it saw light.

Light.

In Zhou Yun's consciousness, dazzling pale golden light suddenly spilled down from high above.

It was like a small sun hanging high in his sea of consciousness.

The Genestealer Bishop raised its head blankly.

It was able to see an angel.

A figure with clean white wings was floating in Zhou Yun's will, looking down at the Genestealer Bishop.

In the underground palace beneath the government building, the Genestealer Patriarch suddenly let out a roar full of anger and pain.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 74 =====