The Bishop's words, amplified by psychic power like a powerful shockwave, spread across the entire position. Even the farthest Genestealers could hear them clearly.
The Genestealers fleeing for their lives turned back one after another, their gazes locking onto the Bishop floating in midair.
The Genestealers, who had been demoralized and panicked, seemed drawn by an invisible force the moment they saw the Bishop. Many stopped running and stared blankly at his figure, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
"Counterattack! Pick up your weapons and counterattack!" The Bishop's voice rang through the Genestealers' ears again, carrying unquestionable authority.
Yet although some Genestealers stopped, even more chose to keep fleeing the battlefield. Their feet did not slow in the slightest as they ran desperately toward the rear of the position.
Watching those Genestealers who were still fleeing, the Bishop could no longer suppress the rage that had long been building inside him.
He raised both hands, and countless thick bolts of psychic lightning gathered around him in a blazing radiance. Like ferocious dragons, the bolts coiled and danced through the air.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Amid rolling thunder, a vast number of psychic lightning bolts poured down like raindrops upon the fleeing Genestealers.
Each bolt contained immense energy, instantly ionizing the surrounding air and creating a searing sea of electric light.
The fleeing Genestealers were dumbstruck by the sudden assault. They screamed in terror, trying to evade the lethal strikes.
"Lord Bishop, spare us!"
"Lord Bishop, please, no!"
"Lord Bishop, I was wrong!"
As they fled from the incoming psychic lightning, the Genestealers continued begging, hoping to make the Bishop stop his attack.
But the psychic lightning was incredibly fast and caught up with them almost instantly. Some Genestealers were struck, their bodies burned to ash in an instant; others were