"Where's the Psyker?!" Qin Mo searched around but still couldn't find the rebels' Psyker, so he turned to ask the soldiers standing dumbly inside the first floor.
These soldiers had been fighting the rebels inside the building, but so far, they had seen only one Psyker: Qin Mo.
"Don't stand outside!" An officer ran down from the second floor to warn Qin Mo. "Let's defend this building together."
Qin Mo remained unmoved by the warning. With the Gravity Shield on his back, he stood amid the hail of gunfire and surveyed every Planetary Defense Force soldier on the first floor.
The soldiers' faces were filled with shock and terror. The rebels' relentless attacks had left them exhausted and afraid.
Qin Mo realized he needed to do something to raise morale, so he looked at Grey.
Grey silently nodded, looked at the other four surviving soldiers of the 44th Regiment, then walked behind Qin Mo with them. Each person kept three meters apart to prevent the Gravity Shields' areas of effect from overlapping.
"The best defense is offense." Qin Mo turned to face the rebels surging toward him and stepped forward.
Grey and his comrades fired as they advanced. They appeared utterly fearless, but they still harbored a trace of worry.
Although the Gravity Shields allowed them to walk safely through a storm of bullets as if taking a stroll, what if someone among the rebels was using Laser Rifles...
Just as he worried, Grey caught sight of a large number of rebels gathering in the distance with Laser Rifles in hand. He immediately turned to warn Qin Mo, but Qin Mo had already responded.
Within a radius of five hundred meters, the laws of physics were selectively distorted. Accuracy, affected by countless factors, was altered into the fixed condition of absolute inability to hit.
Every laser fired at Qin Mo was deflected toward the ground.
Qin Mo took another ten steps forward, then raised the scepter high and smashed it against the ground.
A fan-shaped torrent of flames erupted from the ground, surging forward and incinerating every object along its path. Metal melted, and human bodies turned to ash.
Those hiding inside the building clearly saw that this single attack had wiped out a vast swath of rebels.
Qin Mo raised the scepter again, then pressed the button on his Chainsword. Amid the buzzing hum of its rotating teeth, he said, "For the Emperor."
His imposing figure stood amid the storm of gunfire. Neither bullets nor shells could harm him in the slightest.
At the top of the scepter in his hand, the golden Double-headed Eagle representing the Imperium gleamed brilliantly in the firelight.
Every soldier in the building who saw this felt their blood boil. They felt that the Lord of Humanity seated upon the Golden Throne had turned his gaze upon this battlefield, awaiting his subjects to show their courage.
"For the Emperor!"
The soldiers roared as they poured out of the building, charging the rebels without fear of death.
Qin Mo led the charge. He deactivated the Gravity Shield and swung his Chainsword, cutting down every enemy in his path. His valiant fighting form further stirred the soldiers on his side, and everyone took pride in charging at the front.
But Qin Mo's current condition was nowhere near as strong as he appeared. He was actually exhausted and numb, his body as heavy as lead. His eyelids were so heavy that if he used the strength sustaining his head to turn it, he could no longer keep his eyes open.
This condition was the result of altering the laws of physics when facing the Laser Rifles earlier. He had expanded that ability's range to its absolute limit, draining most of Qin Mo's energy.
It was in this weakened state that Qin Mo encountered the enemy he feared most.
That enemy was not a hulking Gene Stealers Aberrant, but a small purple creature with a build like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings and a vile-looking face.
It was called a Brain Grub Familiar.
They possessed the most threatening ability to Psykers—Psychic Power interference.
"Hehehe... hehehe..." A Brain Grub Familiar crawled onto a Rebel soldier's body and stared at Qin Mo from a hundred meters away, purple light flickering in its tiny eyes.
It was clearly already using its Psychic Power interference ability.
Qin Mo had intended to retreat, but he suddenly realized that this creature's Psychic Power interference had no effect on him whatsoever.
The two sides stared at each other for a while.
The atmosphere became rather awkward.
"..." The Brain Grub Familiar.
"..." Qin Mo.
Just as a puzzled expression appeared on the Brain Grub Familiar's face, Qin Mo raised the scepter and released lightning, blasting everything at the Brain Grub Familiar's location and within thirty meters of it into charred cinders.
With the threat dealt with, Qin Mo looked around.
Under his side's fearless counterattack, the rebels, who had long since lost their commanders, could finally no longer hold on. Those at the rear began to scatter, though most were still fighting.
Qin Mo prepared to completely shatter the rebels' morale. He floated into the air and began gathering power for his fiercest attack.
Soon, the rebels discovered that within a circular area fifty meters in radius at the center of their forces, all physical phenomena had become twisted and bizarre.
The metal ground beneath their feet sometimes became as soft as a sponge, sometimes flowed and churned like seawater, and those who stepped on it fell in and "drowned."
Their body armor underwent repeated transformations in just ten seconds. Sometimes it flowed down their bodies; other times it seeped into their bodies and surged through their blood vessels.
Bullets fired toward the Planetary Defense Force flew in from behind and struck the shooters in the backs of their heads.
Bayonets they thrust outward instead punched holes through their own abdomens.
These physical phenomena killed every Rebel within the affected area and caused the rebels who witnessed them to mentally collapse, fleeing in desperation.
Even the Planetary Defense Force soldiers who had fought alongside Qin Mo were frightened by the bizarre power he had unleashed.
When Qin Mo descended, everyone nearby except Grey and the surviving soldiers of the 44th Regiment instinctively stepped back, keeping their distance from him.
"This... this isn't Psychic Power," Qin Mo said weakly.
But the people around him did not understand, nor did they know why he was saying that.
Only Qin Mo himself knew that when the Brain Grub Familiar had been unable to interfere with his Psychic Power, he had become completely certain that his own power was not Psychic Power at all.
But he had no idea what it actually was.
"..." The soldiers and officers looked at Qin Mo in fear.
"He just saved your lives!" Grey roared at the others. "You people would have been torn apart by the rebels, just like everyone from the 44th Infantry Regiment except us!"
Hearing the rebuke, the others lowered their heads in shame.
Their shame was real, their gratitude was real, but so was their fear.
"I need rest." Qin Mo started toward the building. After taking only one step, he nearly fell, but he braced himself hard against the scepter and continued walking.
The battle had completely drained his strength. He was now supported by sheer willpower alone, because he did not want to crawl in front of so many people.
Grey immediately stepped forward, took the Chainsword, then removed the backpack from Qin Mo's back and carried it himself.
"He's right. He saved us." A burly soldier walked over, intending to carry Qin Mo, but Qin Mo merely handed him the scepter before supporting himself on another member of the 44th Regiment as he walked.
The surviving medic stepped forward to examine Qin Mo's body. The others either headed into the building together or hurried ahead to clear out a room where he could rest.
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