Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

In the end, Sanders didn't know how many of his colleagues succeeded. The only thing he was sure of was that his former subordinate, Ramon, was fortunately chosen and completed a further sublimation. Afterwards, the Emperor personally established a force called the Exorcists, specifically to deal with the demons in the Warp.

When he first saw his formerly powerless colleague transformed into a powerful psyker, everyone in the squad, including Sanders, was stunned. They knew full well that the Custodians were not supposed to possess psychic powers, yet a simple transformation had transformed Ramon. As a former colleague, Sanders could sense that Ramon maintained his unwavering loyalty to the Emperor. A large part of the Custodians' aversion to psychic powers stemmed not from simple prejudice, but rather from the fact that psychics were more susceptible to the influence of the evil gods of the Warp.

However, as Marius said, if there were absolutely safe psychic power, all the Custodians would say "Give me some!"

In the end, a small group of lucky people in the Imperial Guard successfully completed the sublimation. Of course, in order to keep it secret, only a handful of people in the fleet knew about the so-called sublimation ceremony, and they only knew the name. No one knew the specific principles and effects. Moreover, when performing the mission, they themselves were also given special seals to ensure that the information was not leaked.

Afterwards, Sanders participated in Ramon's test. The latter not only possessed powerful psychic powers, but also had great improvements in physical fitness, reaction speed, etc.

However, this was not the most surprising thing for Sanders. After completing his sublimation, Ramon possessed a very special ability when navigating in the warp. This ability could not even be explained by psychic power. He could guide the fleet to pass through the warp storm at a faster speed, and could use a special force to fight against the tide of the warp. Moreover, those terrifying warp creatures had a special awe of Ramon.

Even Sanders admitted that Ramon was definitely the most crucial and important person in the entire Exorcist team. And now, they were about to engage in their first actual combat.

The Exorcist Squad's combatants were divided into three main categories. The first, naturally, consisted of the Emperor's Custodians. These, the products of the Emperor's finest mass-produced genetic technology, wielded the most terrifying weapons of the Imperium and served as the primary force in battle. The second category consisted of the Sisters of Silence, whose innate anti-psychic stance offered a significant resistance to demons. The third category consisted of trained psykers, who fought demons in the psychic realm.

Ramon, in principle, would not participate in the battle. Yes, you read that correctly. The gene-seed created by the Emperor and the Traveler, originally intended to combat demons, would not participate in the first battle. This was partly because the number of these new warriors was too small, and partly because they played an irreplaceable role in navigating and guiding the fleet. And the second point was even more important to the Emperor!

This time, the combat mission came unexpectedly. Just a few days earlier, while Sanders was busy training and integrating his men, a captain of the Custodes approached him with an order signed by the Emperor himself. Sanders then led the fleet toward the target area. According to the mission briefing, a group of demons were attempting to lure the Fifteenth Legion through some medium. Their mission was to drive out the demons and then take away all of the Fifteenth Legion's personnel and fleet for processing.

"For a dangerous encounter like this, we should take thorough and decisive action," a fellow Imperial Guard officer said with some dissatisfaction. "Just like we did with the Thunder Warriors."

"The 15th Legion is special, and the Lord has high hopes for it," Sanders said to his men, setting down his datapad. "Furthermore, if the Lord demands that we bring back survivors, then we must do so. If the Lord demands that we capture a single demon alive, we must bring them back too! This is an order!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Commander. I was wrong, and I promise that something like this will not happen again." The Imperial Guard who had spoken just now bowed and apologized for his words and actions.

"Ah..." Sanders sighed inwardly. Although what his colleague said was a bit too much, among the Imperial Guards, and even in the Terra Military Affairs Department, as long as they had some understanding of the situation of the Fifteenth Legion, most of them were actually uneasy or even afraid of this legion.

Psionic powers are already uncomfortable for most people, but the sudden, sometimes violent, mutations are even more terrifying. A Space Marine who was perfectly fine a second ago suddenly becomes a twisted mass of flesh covered in tentacles, teeth, and eyeballs. Who could stand that?

Therefore, within both the Terran Military Affairs Department and the Custodians, there have been numerous calls to purge this terrifying and disturbing Legion. The Emperor's response to these calls has been to suppress them all. As a veteran Custodian Captain, Sanders knows some of the inside story. The Fifteenth Legion is indeed highly regarded by the Emperor. It is said that the very first batch of the Fifteenth Legion's officers and soldiers were personally recruited by the Emperor, a feat unique among other Space Marine Legions.

The Emperor had indeed used this Legion as a trump card to counter the evil gods of the Warp and certain powerful psychic aliens. He trained it as much as he could, but who could have imagined such a result? Not only could the Thousand Sons Legion not expand in size, but on the contrary, it was constantly on the brink of extinction.

But it was obvious that the Emperor had not given up on saving this legion, at least Sanders thought so. After all, the first mission of his exorcist team was to save the Fifteenth Legion.

"Alright, the rest of the voyage will be smooth sailing." At this moment, Ramon stepped down from the magic circle and came to Sanders' side. After crossing the warp storm, the fleet's navigation could be left to ordinary navigators, and Ramon took this opportunity to rest up.

"I feel like you seem to have changed a lot." Sanders looked at his former colleague in the Imperial Guard.

"Yes, I feel like I've definitely changed," Ramon said after a moment's silence. As a former Imperial Guard, Ramon's life was simple: training, then going out to kill people. Or staring at someone, assuming the worst of them! Yes, there were also Imperial Guards who specialized in dirty work, and Ramon was one of them.

"People who know me feel that I am like a scholar now. I like reading books, I like wandering in the ocean of knowledge, I like all kinds of vehicles and creations, and I especially have an extraordinary love for starships. These interests seem to have popped out of my mind all of a sudden after being sublimated. I don't know why." Ramon said.

"It's not just that. The most crucial thing is your attitude towards others," Sanders said, looking at Ramon. "You're no longer a Custodian. You're overly emotional. You're a bit like the men of the Thirteenth Legion. You view others with a strong-protecting-the-weak mentality. Your emotions are filled with too much love, fairness, and justice."

"These are all virtues, aren't they?" Ramon said after a moment's reflection.

"But this virtue is an unnecessary burden for the Imperial Guards," Sanders said with a sigh.

Everything has a price, and Ramon's transformation in character and preferences is the necessary cost the Emperor paid after merging with the Traveler's power. The Custodians are absolutely loyal to the Emperor, a feat that cannot be explained by simple genetic engineering. If there is one entity in the Imperium of Man that is absolutely incorruptible, it is the Custodians. They are an extension of the Emperor's will, ruthless and meticulous, like a group of precision machines, carrying out the Emperor's orders without compromise!

Their will is so strong and unchangeable that even the evil gods cannot corrupt it. However, the Custodians were created by the Emperor. If the Emperor could create them, he could also transform them. So, after the Emperor unlocked the seal on the Custodians' minds and added the power of the Traveler, the original "single-core" Custodians became a "dual-core" force. They still retained their nature of being immune to the corruption of the Warp, and they became even more powerful. However, at the same time, the Traveler, while granting them extraordinary powers, also changed their personalities and hobbies!

"You are no longer a member of the Imperial Guard, my friend." Sanders looked at Ramon in front of him and fell into a rather complicated emotion. Obviously, Ramon had obtained the power that Sanders had always dreamed of, but in Sanders' view, the more powerful Ramon was a little "cowardly" in his mentality.

"But I'm still serving humanity, am I not?" Ramon said.

"?!" Sanders was shocked when he heard Ramon's words. In such situations, the Custodians' response was "Serving the Emperor," not humanity! Clearly, this sublimation had changed Ramon's personality and subconscious. At that moment, Sanders felt wary and uneasy about Ramon.

"You worry too much, my friend," said Ramon.

"Can you read my mind?" Sanders subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"No, I can't read your mind. It's impossible. It's just that your expression betrays your thoughts. The Imperial Guards are still human beings, and we are still human beings. But as human beings, we have our own emotions, and when we have emotions, we will reveal them unconsciously." Ramon said calmly.

"Let's carry out the mission." Sanders obviously didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore. He decided to do his job first!

Chapter 123: The Demonic Army Attacks 1 (8K chapter, rewards and blades for extra chapters)

"Is this all that Maraudon brought back from the Eldar ruins?" Ahriman asked, looking at the Eldar items placed in the center of the magic circle in a secret room on the Radiance.

"Yes, Maraudon said he had handed over all his belongings. Our people also searched the Stormbird he was riding, and there were indeed no other items on it." said a think tank next to him.

"Didn't you use psychic interrogation on Maraudon? Didn't you search him? Did you use psychic investigation?" Ahriman hesitated for a moment, but still said it.

"There's no need for that. Maraudon is an honest and knowledgeable man. He is a very good commander in the 15th Legion. Lord Ahriman, this behavior is a bit excessive." Another colleague said with some dissatisfaction.

"Is this too much?" Ahriman gritted his teeth. The warning signs in his heart were becoming increasingly obvious, but unfortunately, with his current level of understanding, Ahriman didn't know the specific content of the prophecy.

At this time, Ahriman had already vaguely felt that the crisis was approaching. An unspeakable existence, or a group of unspeakable beings, were approaching his fleet. He had ordered the fleet to be on high alert, but nothing was found. Before, he had also organized psychics to perform divination, but the veins of fate had become a mess.

He now felt a deep sense of powerlessness, even helplessness, within the Thousand Sons Legion! Because now, he realized that the Fifteenth Legion was too disorganized! Disorganized, undisciplined! It was more like a gathering of psykers than a legion! For example, this time, despite the order for the fleet to speed up, someone still violated the ban and went to the ruins!

Ahriman could punish such acts of blatant disobedience, but for minor offenses, or those not considered serious by his colleagues, Ahriman could not punish them even if he knew about them. It might even cause dissatisfaction among his colleagues, who would think Ahriman was inhumane and inflexible.

For example, if Maraudon was asked to hand over all the items he had obtained from the Eldar ruins, did he actually give them all up? Ahriman didn't believe it. Even if he hadn't used his psychic powers to investigate, he was certain Maraudon hadn't handed over everything! He'd definitely kept some "insignificant" items as souvenirs. That's human nature! The luck and arrogance inherent in human nature! Don't ask how Ahriman knew this! Because this kind of thing is practically standard practice among the psykers of the Fifteenth Legion!

There is even a custom in the Legion that "the spoils of war on the battlefield belong to the legion's officers and soldiers!" To put it bluntly, if Ahriman had not detained these items because they were dangerous, it would have been wrong for Ahriman to ask Maraudon to hand over these things in the Fifteenth Legion!

"For the first time, I feel that we are too lazy! We don't look like a legion!" Ahriman said gritting his teeth.

"So do we still need to recover the personal belongings kept by Lord Maraudon?" asked a colleague.

"Recover it! You must recover it! From now on! I will re-establish the law! Anyone who disagrees can give it a try." Ahriman spoke word by word, raising his staff high in the air. His brother Ohmzod also consciously stood beside Ahriman. A moment later, most of the others sided with Ahriman.

Ahriman decided to implement the second and third principles within the Legion: the Supreme Commander decides everything and whoever has the biggest fist is right! Obviously, Ahriman and his brother have the biggest fists in this group...

However, Ahriman clearly had no time to deal with Maraudon. He and his men had to seal the Eldar items first. Then, he would personally go to Maraudon to address the matter. Meanwhile, Maraudon was imprisoned in a cell for disobeying orders. As Ahriman had predicted, he had not surrendered all his possessions. He was found fiddling with a delicate dagger.

"The Slayer of Fate?" When Maraudon picked up the dagger in his hand, he was surprised to find that a name automatically popped up in his mind.

"The Slayer of Fate? Haha, such an exaggerated name. Who knows how arrogant the one who possesses this weapon is?" Maraudon snorted coldly. After a moment's contemplation, Maraudon set up a simple magic circle on the floor and placed the dagger in its center. He attempted a ritual to gain insight into the dagger's wielder and past.

With the shining psychic energy, the memory fragments lingering on the dagger were extracted by Maraudon and then entered the latter's consciousness.

"Swish!" A blurry figure was moving at a speed beyond mortal perception. He was wrapped in a ball of purple mist and moved quickly through an Eldar building. He held a dagger in his hand, and every swing could take the life of an Eldar warrior. Those Eldar warriors tried to defeat the intruder with various weapons, but all long-range attacks, whether it was solid ammunition, plasma or thermal, could only hit the fast-moving afterimage.

Amidst the hail of bullets, the dagger-wielding being uttered a terrifying shriek. Even as he retrieved fragments of memory, Maraudon felt a stinging pain in his brain, like needles pricking him. However, this being's martial skill was truly exceptional. He danced through the Eldar ranks, unleashing a storm of slaughter wherever he went. Flesh was shredded, souls absorbed by his dagger.

After a while, the intruder, perhaps deciding this slaughter was too inefficient, or perhaps he'd had enough, began unleashing his own psychic powers. This was a psychic power Maraudon had never seen before. A curtain of purple light, mingled with pink powder, emanated from him. All the Eldar warriors exposed to the curtain instantly fell into a daze, some even turning on their former allies! A perverted and eerie aura gradually spread! Then, under the influence of this foul psychic energy, some Eldar began to behave in a disgraceful manner. The malice emanating from these actions filled Maraudon, who was merely observing the fragments of memory, with deep disgust.

"What a blasphemous and corrupt thing this is!" Maraudon sighed. Looking at the blood-soaked and decaying scene in the memory fragments, Maraudon wanted to cut off the spell. However, a strange thought arose from the bottom of his heart!

This, using the bodies of the Eldar to make machines and dolls? This idea... Maraudon suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in breaking a taboo, and a different kind of sensory stimulation made him want to continue watching.

"Holy shit... Is this even possible?"

"Emperor, please forgive me. I seek knowledge..." Maraudon didn't realize that as he continued to pursue the fragments of memory, his thoughts gradually fell into chaos. What he couldn't imagine was that as he explored the secrets of the dagger, the owner of the dagger was also gradually projecting his spirit into the depths of Maraudon's soul through this ritual.

"What a delicious soul." In the storm of the Warp, a huge figure overlooked the fleet of the Fifteenth Legion in the real universe in the waves. Under normal circumstances, the barrier of reality would be enough to stop the prying eyes of a great demon. However, now, when the barrier of reality became increasingly thin due to the storm of the Warp, and on the opposite side, a psychic who was completely unsuspecting of Chaos was fiddling with a Chaos artifact, the existence of the Warp could already penetrate its influence into reality!

The Secret Keeper Moses watched Maraudon's every move through his dagger. This unsuspecting psyker was stealing the memory fragments and power from the Fate Slayer's dagger. However, he didn't know that what he wanted to obtain was exactly what Moses wanted to give him!

"This is a very valuable prey." Moses opened his snake-like eyes and carefully examined Maraudon. He had already implanted a trace of his consciousness into Maraudon's soul through the dagger. Then, by reviewing his memories, he learned everything about the fleet, including the composition and deployment of the Fifteenth Legion and the situation of its mortal members.

"Although the souls of the human race are not as delicious as those of the elves, there are a lot of them. And..." Moses looked towards a certain place in the battleship Glory. Several bright soul projections made him lick his lips constantly. His long snake-like tongue kept moving on the purple lips and sharp dagger-like teeth. Saliva with fragrance and poison flowed from the corners of his mouth. At this time, he was already a little hungry and thirsty!

However, he cannot take action now. He must wait for the Dark Prince's permission because according to the agreement of the gods, the Fifteenth Legion already has a master!

At this moment, deep in the subspace, a blurry light blue figure was standing opposite a purple figure.

"Your prey walked past my doorstep and took what belongs to me!" the purple figure spoke.

"Is this yours?" the blue figure said after a moment's silence.

"Of course it's mine. My army destroyed that Eldar world, and I paid a heavy price! This place is naturally mine!" the purple figure sneered. His slightly hoarse voice held an irresistible allure. "My men were preparing to recover the items and souls left behind, and just then, your prey appeared before me and took the spoils that were originally mine!"

"Lord of Pleasure, the world called Mills was indeed attacked by your legion 100 years ago. You succeeded, but also failed. Your legion eventually forced the Eldar to abandon their world, but at the same time, the remaining barriers prevented you from entering. Then everything in this world is ownerless. Since it is ownerless, then what is yours?" The blue figure said indifferently.

"But I can take it all back anytime!"

"Fate has told me that you can't get it back." The blue figure sneered.

"Are you mocking me?!" The purple figure screamed!

"Sarcasm? No, I'm just stating a fact. Your claim is meaningless. Even if you choose to fight, you still can't take back these things that don't belong to you. Never mind, they're just some chess pieces. If you like, take them." The blue figure did not hide his attitude at all.

"By the way, don't forget, if your men are exiled in the battle now, they may not be able to make it to the feast in the future." The blue figure laughed and then turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared from sight.

"He mocked me!" the purple figure roared furiously, powerful psychic energy resonating through the depths of the Warp, forming a terrifying tidal wave. Clearly, the Lord of Change had chosen to ignore his warning and taunt his legions. The Chaos God was capricious, yet also deeply vindictive! Especially when faced with contempt and ridicule from his own kind!

The purple figure was well aware that he was too young, far behind the other three. When he was born, a dark green creature stole his toy. Then, another furious creature destroyed another of his toys. Yet, he was powerless to do anything about it. Jealousy, anger, and revenge tormented him constantly. He had originally considered the blue creature a potential partner, but now it seemed he looked down upon him.

He wanted revenge, revenge on the guy who had just humiliated him! However, he also knew that his attack might not succeed, because the subordinates of that hateful curser were almost here! He was the enemy of the entire Chaos Realm.

"You seem to be in trouble." Just as the purple figure was considering what to do, a lukewarm voice sounded in his ears. A moment later, a khaki shadow appeared in his field of vision. The distance between the two sides was not far, and they could see each other, but at the same time they were not close at all, in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

"It's you? Lord of Entropy and Pestilence? Are you here to humiliate me as well?"

"No, I'm not." The khaki figure gradually became clearer. "He" shook his swollen body, and a seemingly sincere smile appeared on his swollen face. Although to the purple figure, this smile was truly disgusting.

"So, what are you here for?"

"I don't like the Lord of Change. He sees everything as a chess piece that can be discarded at any time. He plucks the strings of fate at will, watching his believers and even subordinates fall into struggle. He enjoys this process, and thus changes fate again and again. This shouldn't be right." The khaki figure spoke, shaking his head.

"I think we should accept all believers, no matter they are old or young, handsome or ugly. When they accept us and become our believers, we should give them new life. Repay them with our kindness and give them eternity." The khaki figure said.

"This time, I believe what you say," the purple figure said in a calm tone after a moment's contemplation. "He chose to trust the other party, not because of their words, but because of their priesthood! And the resulting attitude toward their followers. Tzeentch represents change and conspiracy. This dictates that He will inevitably view all things as chess pieces and pursue endless change."

And what about this one before him? He represents both an end and a morbid rebirth. He represents disease, decay, and yet also a new beginning. This necessitates that he pursues the end of all things, a result inherently hostile to the change represented by Tzeentch. While this so-called rebirth is also change, it is one shaped by Nurgle's ideologies, a stark contrast to Tzeentch's pursuit of endless change. This fundamentally alters their attitude toward their followers.

"So, Lord of Entropy and Plague, are you going to help me win this victory? Will you stop the subordinates of the Cursed? What do you want me to pay?" the purple figure asked tentatively.

"I will not stop the Cursed's minions. I have no desire to engage in combat now." Nurgle's clone shook his head. "Of course, I will not seek payment from you."

"So what's your purpose in looking for me?"

"Let the chess piece that Tzeentch has his eye on escape from his grasp."

"Hmm?! Letting His pawn escape control? What an interesting idea." The purple figure was silent at first, then laughed. "Although I didn't gain anything this time, Tzeentch suffered a loss. This is truly a good thing."

"Yes, that's quite something." Nurgle's clone smiled, writing a name in the air with his thick, fat fingers. "This is someone He is interested in. You can choose to kill him or lure him."

"Kill or lure him? No, this method is too common, there is not even a bit of novelty. I want His chess piece to hate Him for the rest of his life and be His enemy forever!" The purple figure let out a heart-pounding scream.

"What's your purpose in helping me? Is it simply a conflict of divine nature?" the purple figure said, changing the subject. "You have your own reasons, don't you?"

After hearing the words of the purple figure, Nurgle's clone fell silent, as if He did not want to answer this question.

"It's the Flesh and Blood Aberration, right? Are you also interested in the Fifteenth Legion?"

"I'm not that shortsighted." Nurgle's clone shook his head and said, "The Lord of Change has found His path to the future. Endless change, without beginning or end. In this endless flux, He draws the power of growth, which is invisible and terrifying. You haven't realized how powerful Tzeentch was in his time. He was once the chief of the gods. Only after your birth did we drive Him down, choosing a being who knows only rage to be the strongest. But Tzeentch remains powerful. He is always plotting his own schemes deep within the Crystal Labyrinth."

"That's a reasonable reason. May we work together happily," the purple figure agreed. Because Nurgle's power surpasses Tzeentch's, the latter will certainly keep a close eye on this potential usurper. And because of the conflicting divine natures, the conflict between them will be very prominent. As for S? Although the purple figure didn't want to admit it, he was indeed much weaker than the other three evil gods. And everyone wanted to step on him! Such things happened all the time!

If the Lord of Change had not humiliated him just now, if Nurgle had not personally extended an olive branch, he would never have cooperated with this guy covered in plague and herpes!

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Nurgle's clone thought for a moment and offered his "blessing".

"Moses, act according to my will..." The Prince of Darkness issued His instructions, and thus, the dark and bloody dance drama began.

"The fleet of the cursed will need to arrive later. My plan takes time." The Dark Prince hesitated for a moment and said fiercely. As a powerful being of destruction, he could naturally affect the ships sailing in the warp, but everything he did had to be paid for, especially when facing the subordinates of another powerful being.

However, driven by his inner anger and resentment, the Dark Prince chose to invest additional power. This meant that for a long time, it would be difficult for him to influence certain events. However, in his view, everything was worth it. He needed to demonstrate his strength to potential allies and make Tzeentch, who had just humiliated him, pay the price! Even if he suffered a loss, it didn't matter. After all, the Lord of Change would be the one who suffered the most in this drama!

Under the manipulation of the two gods, a ripple appeared in the sea of ​​fate. However, all this naturally did not escape Tzeentch's observation. He was surprised to find that someone who was gradually being bound by the thread of fate and was about to become his pawn as time closed in, was gradually moving away! A flaw in his plot began to appear, and it grew larger and larger!

The Lord of Change allowed plans to go beyond his expectations, and allowed himself to temporarily fail, but he would not allow a single entity to completely escape his control, even if that entity died. Because for him, this would mean the end of a key chess piece change, which he would not allow!

"Nolos! Correct this mistake! Remember, protect that crucial chess piece!" The Lord of Change issued his own orders: "Remember, bring the Changeling with you, and then put on a friendly and approachable appearance!"

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"This is really eye-opening!" After reading the last memory, Maraudon couldn't help but admire the knowledge and killing skills contained in it. In the last stage of the memory fragment, the vague figure turned into a tall warrior, or a mage. He used his martial arts and magic to easily slaughter a large number of Eldar warriors and prophets. At this moment, Maraudon seemed to have opened a door to a new world, and he was now eager to try it!

"I need souls, lots of souls to serve as nourishment for my promotion." Maraudon picked up the dagger, and he was in an inner struggle. If he was on the battlefield, he would not hesitate to sacrifice the enemy's soul to the dagger in exchange for power, but unfortunately, he was now in the Legion's fleet, he couldn't...

"They are just mortals, and you are a noble one, a believer in the pursuit of perfection. Those mortals are just the food for your advancement. Strength is the foundation, and rules are just constraints!" A vicious voice sounded in Maraudon's mind.

"This is wrong." Maraudon's face twisted as he looked at the blade in his hand. He struggled, trying to throw the dagger away, but no matter how he ordered himself, his hands still held the blade tightly.

"This dagger can completely end the curse that has shrouded the Fifteenth Legion. The mutation of flesh and blood cannot be avoided by conventional means. Sublimation is the only option. Embrace the gift that fate has given you, and then tell your colleagues and friends everything. The Dark Prince welcomes you to join. Perfection and endless joy await you." The devilish voice in his mind could not be stopped. Maraudon, whose mind was gradually controlled, finally began to mechanically walk towards the door of the confinement room.

"I grant you the power to open this gate. There are tens of thousands of souls waiting to be harvested here! You will complete your ascension today!"

"Kill that guy named Ahriman! He is preventing you from achieving perfection! He is the biggest enemy in your life!"

"Open your heart. You have no choice. If you retreat, they will extract your soul and interrogate you about everything. Only I can truly save you."

"Ahriman, this hypocritical guy, is also studying the power of taboos. Go kill him!" Finally, the curse-filled voice in his mind completely overwhelmed Maraudon's will. An invisible scream came out of his mouth. This invisible scream directly destroyed the psychic circle in the confinement room. Then, Maraudon rushed to the door. After one punch, the door, which was twisted by the huge force, flew straight out and smashed into the passage.

"My lord, what are you doing?" A mortal crew member looked at Maraudon in horror, whose face was distorted and whose whole body was covered with purple light.