Perturabo Was Still Quite Reliable

In Viziaole's night, "Judge" Yaxin had fought through fifteen hours of the star system's long darkness. His spirituality was exhausted, leaving him unable to use most of the abilities bestowed by the Black Emperor.

But he could still use some of them, including the Spirit Sight mastered by every member of the Royal Court.

Yaxin caught the murky lights flickering together, raised his Archaeotech Pistol, and fired a beam with a lift of his hand.

The stellar beam began to visibly ripple and scatter in waves of Entropy Energy while it was still two meters from its target.

The deep-blue beam rapidly dimmed, first turning pure blue, then becoming a streak of pale-blue light the instant it struck.

Amid a sizzling hiss, the stinking robe was pierced through, and a molten point of light appeared on the Hinged Armor.

Rustle, rustle...

Four Scorpion Turrets rapidly grew dim under the scouring of the torrent of time, as if they had been left in time for more than six thousand years.

The Tech Sergeants heard an aged wail ring out, and immediately a gap appeared in the defensive line they had built.

The "Monsters" between the Scorpion Turrets felt a scorching breath rush into their faces. As their breathing grew heavy, their armor and bodies became heavy as well.

The strange acceleration around the Hrud changed the composition of the atmosphere, making the surrounding environment heavy.

"Death!" A roar in Dunnish rang out, and Yaxin dragged afterimages behind him as he slammed into a Hrud at high speed.

His fist tore through layer after layer of rippling waves and smashed hard onto a Hrud's head.

With a booming bang, the dark head wrapped in thick mucus burst apart.

The "Judge" drew in a deep breath of heavy air. His temples throbbed, and