"Could you help me foresee how this war will unfold?"
After a long silence, Qin Mo brought up the imminent war.
The hive fleet had already drawn near the star system containing Pandora, and the shadow in the Warp had spread across the stars.
Yet Usulan had not lost his mind, gone insane, or dropped dead under the interference of the shadow in the Warp. He remained perfectly normal—normal enough to train the other Psykers among the Nami Tribe.
Part of the reason was that Usulan himself was a powerful Psyker. He had been active in major events involving various races ten thousand years ago, and he possessed many valuable artifacts.
Another reason was that Pandora's World Soul had weakened part of the shadow in the Warp's influence.
"Why ask me to foresee it? Have you not already reached a conclusion?" Usulan asked with a meaningful smile.
"I could wipe out the hive fleet with a black hole or a neutron star explosion, but I will not do that. Your kin on Pandora need to be tempered." Qin Mo leaned down to look at those undergoing Dragon Knight training. "But there must be limits to such tempering. If one misstep of mine results in Pandora being devoured by those vermin, then no matter how many Tyranids I kill afterward, it will be useless."
"Very well." Usulan nodded. "Then I shall foresee the outcome of this war. But you know that I cannot see you, nor that small group of people who are dead in the future yet alive in the present."
Qin Mo nodded.
Usulan waved his scepter and wielded Psychic Power beneath Qin Mo's watchful gaze. The ornaments on his body that protected his soul affected the process.
In Qin Mo's assessment of Psykers, there was no Alpha, Delta,