With the awakening of the machine spirit.
Vast amounts of psychic energy erupted from the psychic conduits.
Those densely packed null-energy conduits ultimately converged into implants that were inserted into Malcador's brain, processing these sensory issues as quickly as possible.
"Still a little short." Malcador muttered to himself. It was still far too different from how he had been back then.
But it would barely do.
"Then I'll make some further adjustments—"
"No need." Malcador stopped Archmagos Carl and looked at the familiar device. "Forget it. This will do. It's enough."
He did not need a fully prepared psychic amplifier. He only needed the current amplifier to meet his temporary needs.
It was just a pity.
He had once experienced what it was like to sit upon the Golden Throne, but even now, he had no desire to experience that pain again. Yet the Emperor had endured that agony for ten thousand years.
Connecting himself to this thing would also bring him extreme pain.
But now was the time for him to step forward. This burning external psychic energy was like burning gasoline, supplying his body with power.
"Activate it!"
Behind him, Archmagos Cawl connected the conduits one by one. Below them stood numerous members of the Adeptus Mechanicus orders. The third auxiliary mechanical arms behind them were precisely controlled by Adeptus Mechanicus personnel, recording every detail and accurately transcribing the data onto data-slates.
As the psychic ring appeared, the psychic power around Malcador became even more formidable. It was as though some terrifying sound kept erupting around him. The immense psychic energy was so overwhelming that even these Adeptus Mechanicus members could barely withstand it.
"My lord's psychic power is approaching Omega level."
"That is, Level Five."
The highest level of psychic power humanity could attain. Level Five psychic