Chapter 81

Emperor above, this is utterly insane!

Winnie even doubted if she had gone mad—why else would she agree to this bastard’s audacious demand?!

She was an Imperial Inquisitor!

How could she possibly agree to a date with some low-nest scum?!

But clearly, regret was already too late.

Facing a near-ceiling torrent of dense laser fire, Alvin manipulated his armor with zero retreat or evasion, like a storm-swift sea swallow, charging straight into it!

“Are you insane?!”

Winnie screamed in terror.

“Since we’re going to die anyway, why not go wild?!”

If Winnie had lifted her visor now, she would have seen Alvin’s grotesque face—and those horrifying blood-red eyes!

“I’ve got nothing to lose—who cares?!”

With his armor’s full-power thrusters, his furious roar sent Alvin hurtling forward like a meteor, slamming straight into the barrage!

It’s over…

That was the first thought in Winnie’s mind.

Then, an icy coldness, seeping into bone and soul, spread through the armor.

“Sunday, activate psychic auxiliary mode!”

Alvin’s eyeballs were streaked with blood, dark veins bulging on his forehead—he had already discarded all side effects and costs.

Costs? Only those who survive get to pay them!

As for now?

He had only one thought in his mind!

Rashid, you’re dead, even the Blood God can’t save you!

“Auxiliary mode activated!”

The Mark V’s built-in auxiliary mode could maximally link with Alvin’s psyche, using psychic energy with maximum efficiency and minimal waste!

The only flaw: activating it caused massive psychic drain!

This was Tony’s final weapon, entrusted to Alvin for the most desperate moments!

The next instant, Alvin’s psychic power surged dramatically—he felt he could precisely control every filament of his psychic energy and psychic force.

Psychic Barrier!

His torrential psychic energy merged with the Warp, continuously drawing psychic power to form an unbreakable psychic defense!

Invisible—but undeniably real!

Invisible psychic force coalesced into mirror-like angles, deflecting every crimson laser strike in other directions.

Around Alvin, a radius of several meters became an inviolable sacred domain, repelling and refracting the entire laser storm!

“Is this… psychic energy?!”

As an Inquisitor, Winnie had studied such knowledge—she recognized it instantly: the power of psychic energy!

“Hey, how about that? Didn’t see that coming?”

Even now, Alvin couldn’t resist a taunt.

“You…” Winnie was speechless with rage: “I’ll temporarily overlook you being a psychic—but what about the things behind us?!”

The crisis was far from over!

The metal beetles behind them hadn’t been reduced by the lasers—in fact, after consuming vast amounts of metal and energy, their numbers had doubled again!

“Then… let’s see who’s got the tougher life!”

Alvin’s fierce gaze locked onto Rashid, standing at the very top of the foundry, his face twisted in fury: “It’s time… to settle the score!”

Boom!

The hot energy nozzles retracted, their exhaust trails stretching longer.

Carrying the terrified Inquisitor, Alvin used his psychic barrier to endure the laser storm, rocketing upward from the foundry’s lowest level!

“What… what are you doing?!”

Seeing Alvin wasn’t fleeing—instead heading straight for the man—Winnie screamed in horror.

“That’s Rashid!”

Alvin stared fixedly at the man, voice low: “The true mastermind behind all this. If we kill him, we end it all.”

“You’re insane?!”

Winnie truly doubted this guy was sane!

Can’t you see what time it is?!

Enemies ahead, pursuers behind—and now you choose this moment to kill the cult leader?!

“Inquisitor, you’re too cautious!”

Alvin licked his lips, growing even wilder: “If we kill that bastard, we cut short the cult’s plot right now!”

Winnie was speechless, deeply shaken.

Who the hell is the real Inquisitor?!

“This isn’t gambling—it’s necessary!”

Alvin was mad, but his mind was clear: “If we let Rashid escape now, with his rank, he’ll soon lead the cult to crush the entire hive. So… we must find a way to kill him here!”

“Hmph…”

Suddenly, the person on his back let out a scoff: “Sounds like you’re the Inquisitor. Don’t forget—I graduated from the Faithful Disciples Academy, from the Winslet family!”

“Understood, Lord Winslet!”

Alvin accelerated, darting past layer after layer of steel girders, pursued by countless Minggongshengjiachong .

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!”

At the foundry’s top, Rashid, seeing this, instantly understood his intent—his face twisted in rage: “You think these bugs can kill me?!”

“I never expected… these bugs to kill you!”

Without hesitation, Alvin drew his bolter and fired at Rashid on the platform.

Boom boom boom boom…

A string of flaming bullets streaked toward Rashid.

But the bullets vaporized instantly as they neared—dissolved by a roaring wall of fire!

“Watch out—he’s a pyrokinetic psychic!”

Winnie shouted a warning: “He excels at explosive attacks—extremely powerful!”

“I… know!”

Alvin shaped his psychic energy into a giant hand, snapped off steel beams weighing dozens of tons, and hurled them like spears!

Crash!

The beams shattered the sound barrier instantly.

Like hypersonic missiles, dragging shockwaves, their terrifying momentum resembled main battle tank shells!

“Blazing Light!”

Rashid, unafraid, fired a searing beam from his palm—melting the steel beams midair.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rolled out in heat.

Under Rashid’s icy, venomous gaze, the sleek silver-black armor landed with a graceful, defiant thud on the foundry’s upper bridge.

“So… you’re a psychic!”

Rashid’s eyes turned poisonous—he wanted to tear this bastard apart: “Who are you? How did you find this place?!”

He’d thought his secrecy was flawless—never imagined a psychic had slipped in under their noses and caused this chaos!

“I’m your father!”

Alvin sneered, beckoning with a finger: “Come on—no running. Let’s see who survives last!”

As he spoke, the air trembled—a deafening hum rolled in like a tidal wave!

The next instant, countless Minggongshengjiachong surged upward like a black-green tide from the foundry’s depths!

Wherever they passed, nothing remained!

At that moment, Rashid’s pupils shrank—despite possessing the “Sacred Relic,” seeing those damned beetles devour the entire factory down to dust, he couldn’t suppress his dread!

Alvin stepped forward with supreme authority; psychic energy surged like a tidal wave, rippling through the Warp, an icy, chilling aura dropping the surrounding temperature drastically!

“You little bastard, look me in the eye!!!”

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