How could this happen?!
The Trisolaran Council on Tethys had fallen into deathly silence.
Just a few hours ago, they had been brimming with confidence, unilaterally tearing up the peace agreement and declaring war on all of humanity. Now, the Psykana Legion they had pinned all their hopes on had been effortlessly crushed by the Adeptus Mechanicus on Mars. Only two hours had passed!
They had thought this was already the limit of humanity's strength.
But they never imagined that the three hundred thousand Psykana Legion troops attacking Luna would suffer an even more devastating defeat!
In the images transmitted by the Sophon, the Psykana Legion, assembled through the painstaking efforts of the entire civilization, looked as fragile as a flock of chicks before those "savages" clad in heavy Power Armor and wielding Chainswords and Bolters!
Yes, before the Astartes, this Psykana Legion was nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
From the Astartes' perspective, the Psykana Legion formed by the Trisolarian Civilization was indeed an extremely threatening force.
But there was a prerequisite... and that was willpower!
Everything about a legion—its equipment, training, tactics, and so on—could only be considered an external factor. Though these things could influence the course of a war, ultimately, what truly determined victory was willpower!
Clearly, the Trisolarian Civilization did not possess such willpower.
Faced with massive casualties, their own commanders sacrificing themselves, and an enemy charging forward without regard for its own life, the Trisolarians' Psykers were terrified out of their wits. They forgot what they were supposed to do and could only flee desperately!
And that was when the disadvantage of the Trisolarian species' racial talent became apparent.
When no one was capable of taking control of the situation, one person's fear quickly spread from the level of the Mind Stone