Feeling Inferior to Archangel Psykana

Chapter 30: Feels Inferior to an Archangel. Psykana

Without hesitation, Zhou Yun lifted his linen robe and pulled the stopper from the gourd.

"Stay where you are!" the Ark Gang's Pontiff suddenly raised his voice, powerful Psykana energy striking Zhou Yun's mind directly through his voice.

Psykers could project their powerful psychic energy through their voices, releasing enchanting sounds capable of controlling minds and bodies.

This was a common way to use Psykana, and the Ark Gang's Pontiff clearly understood it well.

This captivating and authoritative voice echoed in Zhou Yun's mind. His body was controlled by this enchanting sound, stiffening in place for a moment.

But before that, he had already removed the stopper from the Pocket Tornado.

A gray-black tornado roared out of the gourd, expanding and growing in an instant, filling the entire corridor.

The gale was like knives and hammers. The Ark Gang's Pontiff's footsteps suddenly became unsteady, his mind scattered.

Zhou Yun seized this fleeting opportunity and regained control of his body.

He raised the Pocket Tornado high, unleashing an even fiercer tornado within the narrow corridor.

The gale, strong enough to overturn a small house, raged in this corridor where only two or three people could walk abreast.

Everything in Zhou Yun's vision was filled with gray-black. The Ark Gang's Pontiff's figure was also swallowed by the gale. The strong wind pounded heavily on his face, causing waves of pain, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

The windows along the corridor shattered under the intense wind pressure, and the walls shook, shedding chunks of plaster.

Zhou Yun quickly took the Psykana Cap from his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket and put it on his head.

He concentrated, and his figure vanished from the corridor in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Yun was standing in the small courtyard outside the house.

The Ark Gang members in the courtyard were startled by Zhou Yun's sudden appearance and drew their weapons from under their robes.

However, Zhou Yun's gaze swept over them, and the mechanical hand on his head swept over them as well.

BANG!!!

The Ark Gang members fell to the ground as if their chests had been struck by invisible giant hands, collapsing in unison and passing out.

Zhou Yun looked up towards the second-floor corridor.

The entire corridor was filled with the pitch-black gale he had unleashed from the Pocket Tornado.

Under the pressure of the gale, the entire building shook uncontrollably, and windows shattered one after another.

Finally, the walls of the second-floor corridor could no longer contain the gale. They were torn apart by the fierce wind, and fragments of paper pulp, wood, low-quality ceramic steel, and bricks flew wildly with the wind.

"Hoo!!!"

A panting sound came from the gale on the second floor, filled with anger.

"Assassin in human skin! Are you a lackey of the star demons?!"

A clear female voice, filled with burning rage, pierced through the gale. She sounded to be in her early twenties.

The tornado began to sway and shake.

The gale, strong enough to blow down a small house, was like a ball of gray-black putty, kneaded and lifted by a pair of invisible hands.

Then, it was thrown heavily towards Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun remained unfazed, revealing the gourd beneath his robe.

The violent gale instantly turned into wisps of gentle breeze and was drawn back into the Pocket Tornado by him.

Zhou Yun looked towards the second-floor corridor.

The outer wall there had been completely torn apart by the gale, revealing a hole the size of a small car.

The Ark Gang's Pontiff stood in the hole, looking down at Zhou Yun.

The gale lifted her hood, revealing her true face.

It was the face of a woman in her early twenties, with features somewhere between East Pacific and European. Her eyes, dark with a hint of dark blue, seemed to symbolize her Psykana power.

She had soft, black hair that cascaded down to her waist. On her left cheek, lightly covered by her black hair, a tattoo of Low Gothic letters could be seen.

Zhou Yun couldn't make out what the characters said from such a distance, nor could he accurately determine if this woman was a Chicken Thief.

The Pontiffs of Genestealer cults were often the most human-like members of the entire cult. Zhou Yun could only judge by appearance at extremely close range.

But the Ark Gang's Pontiff clearly had no intention of giving Zhou Yun time for a closer inspection.

Her pupils contracted sharply, the dark blue parts expanding. The surrounding air suddenly turned cold, and layers of frost condensed on the walls, floor, and air in a manner that defied the laws of physics.

"Stay where you are!" the Ark Gang's Pontiff raised her voice again, her authoritative and enchanting voice flooding Zhou Yun's ears.

Simultaneously, the frost covering the ground spread towards Zhou Yun like a thicket of thorns.

Zhou Yun, who was already prepared, covered his slightly dizzy head and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to overcome the enchanting sound.

Zhou Yun focused his attention behind the Ark Gang's Pontiff—

His figure vanished from his spot once more.

The Ark Gang's Pontiff froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Zhou Yun to overcome her enchanting sound so quickly.

Without a strong will, prolonged training, and psychic resistance, it would be impossible to easily withstand her long-honed voice of temptation.

"BOOM!!!"

Before the Ark Gang Pontiff could even figure out how Zhou Yun had overcome the voice of temptation, she heard a bang from behind her, as if her back had been struck heavily by a pneumatic hammer.

She lost her balance and fell through the hole in the second-floor exterior wall, plummeting to the ground.

She quickly suppressed her dizziness and channeled her psychic energy to slow her descent.

After landing smoothly, the Ark Gang Pontiff looked up sharply at Zhou Yun and shouted with all her mental focus, "Get down here!!!"

However, this time, Zhou Yun merely shook his head, seemingly unaffected.

The Ark Gang Pontiff froze, "What in the world are you?! How can you overcome my voice of temptation?!"

"What's going on with this psychic resistance???"

She could feel that the person before her had not undergone any resilience training to resist psychic energy, nor did he possess any psychic abilities himself.

He was purely relying on his own willpower and psychic resistance to fend off her voice of temptation.

What was this psychic resistance all about?!

Unless an extremely powerful psyker was so bored they were constantly projecting their will into his mind, subjecting his psyche to the constant tempering of psychic energy and external will, a non-psyker's psychic resistance would absolutely not be able to withstand her voice of temptation.

Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in his white light and vaguely guessed where his psychic resistance came from.

Ever since he transmigrated, this Warp entity calling himself Sanguinius had frequently projected his will into Zhou Yun's mind.

This process was similar to the voice of temptation.

Once he got used to it, the Ark Gang Pontiff's meager psychic projection towards his will would have no effect whatsoever.

It was like a single drop of water merging into the vast psychic ocean of the winged figure in the white light, unable to affect Zhou Yun, who was immersed within it.

"Feels less potent than an Archangel's psychic abilities," Zhou Yun said to the Ark Gang Pontiff with a straight face.