The Savior: Throne Out of Control? My Fist Hasn't Failed Yet

Not hard!

"Hiss. That previous medical bill was a total waste."

Ron looked at Dorn, who had fainted on the floor, and felt a little numb all over.

It seemed The Emperor's Psyker Power attack had been even fiercer than he'd imagined. Even a body as tough as Stubborn Donkey's couldn't withstand it.

He hurriedly ordered the Custodians to come in at once and drag the miserable Dorn away to the ICU.

That would also make it easier for him to withdraw.

The Custodian Elders did not hesitate in the slightest. They quickly came in, carried away the Master of the Phalanx, and then withdrew from the Throne Room.

They sealed the great doors shut.

They knew full well that they could not take part in an incident of this level.

Rashly interfering with The Savior would only make things worse.

"My lord, has your pain deepened again?"

The Captain of the Throne Guard gazed at the sealed Throne Room, deeply worried.

Though The Emperor had lost control before, it had never been this severe.

Now the Throne Room was shaking, and rubble kept falling.

Rumble!

Rampaging Psyker Power clashed against itself, brilliant golden light pouring out through the cracks in the door, with faint black arcs of electricity visible within.

It was an intense Psyker Power confrontation, one that involved higher dimensions.

The Custodian Elders were deeply uneasy. They could only hope The Savior could suppress the runaway power of the Golden Throne.

And let The Emperor, the Master of Mankind, regain his calm.

As for Dorn, The Emperor's Primarch son, the Custodians dumped him on the ground, his face planted against the floor as he "slept" very sweetly.

The Custodians regarded Dorn as the culprit behind this loss of control, so naturally they had no intention of treating