New Psychic

The infantry, who had been calm moments before, now wore serious expressions and dared not breathe heavily as they walked into the area where many abominations had gathered.

Before and after the counterattack, these incredibly hard-to-kill monsters with astonishing destructive power had left a terrifying impression on everyone.

But Grot's impression of this thing was merely that the thickness of an abomination after being crushed by a gravity shield was greater than that of other crushed enemies.

"BOOM!" Grot stood behind the abominations and made a sound to attract their attention.

The abominations turned their heads numbly. Upon seeing Grot, they seemed to recall something and suddenly roared with manic rage, charging at him.

"Come on, you bastards." Grot gripped his gravity hammer, using the jetpack on his back for propulsion, and charged forward.

He knocked aside two abominations and swung his gravity hammer in a wide arc.

The gravity hammer could not be blocked. All abominations within its sweep were crushed by gravity and swept to the side, then slammed into the wall and stuck fast.

Grot then displayed his skilled close-combat and control techniques.

He would sometimes dodge and weave, and other times slam his shoulder into an abomination.

When he initiated a charge, the jetpack on his back would be controlled by him to provide thrust, allowing him to stagger the abominations.

This seemingly simple action was actually not easy to accomplish, as the jetpack's control was achieved by detecting movements. If a forward-lunge-like motion could not be performed during a shoulder charge, the jetpack would not provide propulsion.

Every abomination he hit would lose its balance and then be smashed on the head by the gravity hammer, its head being crushed down to its waist.

When another abomination attacked, Grot would nimbly crouch down and fire a scatter laser from his left hand against the enemy's waist.

As the dense orbs of light pierced through its body, and its organs and blood were instantly heated to boiling by thermal energy, another abomination fell.

Grot skillfully killed the abominations, only activating his gravity shield in the most critical moments.

Only when this close combat made him feel fatigued did he hang the gravity hammer on his back, and the weapons in both his hands and his shoulder cannon fired simultaneously, eliminating all abominations within the firepower coverage in an instant.

"Finished." Grot was satisfied, admiring the "masterpiece" he had left here.

"You should have checked what was inside first," an officer stepped forward to remind him, pointing his arm towards the room that had been previously surrounded by abominations.

"Sorry, I forgot the main task." Grot immediately walked to the room and pulled out his gravity hammer, smashing it against the door.

The door was an iron plate door, commonly found in the Underhive, welded from scrap metal. However, after Grot hit it with his hammer, the door didn't budge.

"Huh?" Grot was stunned. He retreated twenty meters and assumed a charging stance.

The jetpack roared, its propulsion even causing Grot to slide forward on the ground.

Then Grot ran at full speed, and as he neared the room, he slammed his shoulder hard into the iron plate door.

The moment the power armor's shoulder made contact with the iron plate door, Grot actually felt resistance. He then directly activated his gravity shield, attempting to crush it with gravity.

Under the effect of the gravity shield, the iron plate door did not break, but the wall did.

Grot looked in astonishment at the iron plate door standing within the effective range of his gravity shield, then bypassed it and entered the room.

The room's furnishings were simple, with only a bed.

There were no terrifying enemies in the room, only a昏迷 blonde woman.

The woman wore tattered and ill-fitting rebel uniforms, but she was human.

Because in Grot's helmet HUD, the woman's body was outlined, and her head was compared to a normal human's head. The outline then displayed: Human.

"Emperor above. What in the blazes is going on?" Grot felt like he had seen a ghost.

"I don't know who she is, but I think she should be taken to a safe place," the officer stepped forward and draped his jacket over the woman.

Grot strongly agreed with the officer's suggestion. He immediately slung the woman over his shoulder and carried her out of the underground air-raid shelter, onto his transport aircraft, and ordered the transport aircraft to return to the 47th Regiment's fortress.

To ensure the woman's absolute safety, Grot even called for fire support drones to escort them.

"We don't know this lady's situation; she was brought here unconscious."

"I don't want to interfere with your research, Legion Commander, but you really need to know about this."

In the fortress corridor, the soldier who stayed behind to guard led the way. Qin Mo silently followed him through the corridor.

The two finally arrived at a room on the top floor.

This room was the best-equipped room in the fortress, previously used as housing for Laun.

The soldier stood guard at the door.

Qin Mo pushed open the door and entered. He saw the woman sitting on the bed and the officer who was asking her about her condition in front of her.

The officer spoke in a soft voice and had even prepared a cup of relatively clean water for the woman.

"Legion Commander, she just woke up." Upon seeing Qin Mo, the officer immediately stood up and performed the Aquila salute, then silently withdrew from the room, glancing back at the woman worriedly before leaving.

Qin Mo stared at the officer curiously until he left and closed the door.

There might be many reasons why these crude men were so respectful to a woman, but in Qin Mo's opinion, there was only one possibility now: this woman was a psychic, and she was interfering with the minds of those nearby, making them treat her kindly.

Qin Mo walked towards the woman and sat down in front of her.

At this moment, Qin Mo could feel that the woman was indeed a psychic, but she had no ill intentions. Therefore, despite his aversion to psychic power, it wasn't as strong as it had been on the rebel positions.

"You're a psychic," Qin Mo said. "Civilians are very rare in the Underhive. Are you from an Underhive gang, or are you a bounty hunter?"

"You can call me Vanessa," the woman replied, ignoring his question.

Qin Mo felt a surge of dissatisfaction.

Just as he was about to repeat his question, Vanessa smiled and spoke, "You've led an army that should have been annihilated to this day. Well done... prisoner."

The statement hit Qin Mo with a strong mental impact, a purely linguistic effect rather than anything psychic.

After a brief silence, Qin Mo reached out and grabbed Vanessa's neck, demanding in a deep voice, "How do you know who I am? Answer me in three seconds, or I'll burn you to a crisp."

"From... from..." Vanessa struggled, hitting Qin Mo's arm. "From the head of your guard, Grot..."

"It seems I need to move up my plan to research psychic dampeners." Qin Mo didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it. "Any last words, psyker?"