"I am Rogal Dorn."
Facing the question from the Genestealer cult leader before him, Zhou Yun kept a straight face and spoke with solemn seriousness.
"You dare impersonate a primarch?!"
The psychic flames in the Genestealer bishop's eyes seemed to solidify, ready to pour forth from the Empyrean and completely fill this narrow passageway.
It was furious. The fury of the entire Genestealer brood's collective will had converged upon it.
This disgraceful man had deceived it, deceived the exalted Four-Armed Emperor.
He had defiled the great sacrifice, obstructed the Patriarch's grand plan, and humiliated the faith in the Four-Armed Emperor.
What a shameless wretch. The Patriarch had issued but one command: make him suffer the Four-Armed Emperor's punishment.
For this, the Patriarch had granted it access to the entire brood's Hive Mind, elevating its psychic power to an unimaginable degree.
The Genestealer Patriarch took a step forward.
It slightly opened its mouth and infused the brood's vast collective will into its voice through psychic power.
"Stay where you are!!!!"
The psychic-laced voice was amplified through the loudspeakers of the four preachers, echoing through the narrow corridor.
The Voice of Temptation burrowed into everyone's ears like insects, drilling into their brains, wills, and souls.
The immense will of the Genestealer brood suddenly descended upon Zhou Yun, Malkit, and the plague zombies.
They all stood rigidly in place, their minds seized by the brood's collective will.
A cold smile appeared on the Genestealer bishop's lips.
No one could defy the powerful Voice of Temptation infused with the will of the entire Genestealer brood.
No individual will could possibly surpass a collective.
Even the unbeliever calling himself "Neos" stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the Genestealer bishop.
"You should kill yourselves—"
The bishop raised its voice, intending to use the Voice of