Young Master, Have a Biscuit

"The voices are gone! Those voices... they're gone!!"

The Psyker froze, then was flooded with explosive joy!!

Ever since he came of age, whispers had appeared in his mind. As time passed, those whispers had turned into frenzied screams!

All kinds of filthy curses, all kinds of twisted monster shrieks, screamed in his head day and night. His body could not rest, his soul was warped, and he gradually lost himself.

But today, now, when his hand rested on this man's neck... all those whispers had vanished!!

He stared at this man in shock, this man he could tear to pieces whenever he wished.

A cool, damp breeze blew from the lake, while night insects chirped merrily nearby. Every sound was incomparably clear and pleasant.

Compared to the wild howls of Daemons, the sounds of nature were like Mother's warm lullaby, healing his battered soul.

Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. This man, who had tortured himself until he was practically a Daemon, actually hugged Li Qinwu and began sobbing.

Li Qinwu was full of question marks. Being hugged and whined at by a severely disfigured man made him want to die.

Bro, if you want to kill me, just kill me. Can you stop attacking me with mental contamination?!

While he wore a dead-inside expression and became a human pillow, something unusual happened around them.

Bang!!

A gunshot suddenly rang out in the night, followed by a burst of rapid gunfire like exploding beans.

With Li Qinwu and the Psyker at the center, Water Supply Lake lay behind them, while an eerily quiet forest stretched ahead. Countless muzzle flashes erupted in the forest; someone had clearly set up an ambush here.

Li Qinwu's eyes widened. There were so many muzzle flashes—it looked like over a hundred people. What was going on?

"Kill that monster!!"

A shout came from the attackers, and the gunfire grew even fiercer.

The attackers were rebels. Water Pattern Monitoring Station had originally been one of their small command posts, responsible for directing several thousand nearby rebels in battle against the PDF.

But one day, the Psyker had suddenly appeared. This madman instantly killed the command staff inside Water Pattern Monitoring Station, then crazily swept through the surrounding garrisons, slaughtering nearly a thousand people in just a few days!

The rebels organized several campaigns against him, but none succeeded. This monster was too powerful. His unfathomable methods could instantly blast people into pulp, or make hundreds witness visions of hell and flee in terror!

It was not just the rebels. Even the PDF had been tormented half to death by this Psyker.

The PDF received word that Water Pattern Monitoring Station was a rebel command center, so they sent a scout company to infiltrate and take it out.

Everyone knew how that turned out. Two PDF infantry companies were wiped out. Then Second Lieutenant Rudosen received the assignment to investigate. Fearing he would repeat their mistakes, he sent Li Qinwu ahead.

Now, the abnormal situation at Water Pattern Monitoring Station had become common knowledge. Rumors spread among the rebels that a Daemon had occupied the station, leaving everyone deeply unsettled. That was bad for maintaining rebel stability.

Several nearby rebel leaders joined forces, gathering every Autogun they had and forming a hundred-man Autogun unit to hunt down the Psyker under cover of night.

In an instant, nearly a thousand rounds flew toward Li Qinwu and the Psyker.

The Psyker, who had just been immersed in Li Qinwu's tender embrace, did not move. He still buried his face in Li Qinwu's chest, savoring the scent of a male Mother.

But Li Qinwu noticed that this guy had begun releasing Psychic Power. An intense psychic force spread around him, and the space around them became viscous.

Yes, viscous. Li Qinwu could see it: after the high-velocity bullets shot toward him and the Psyker, they slowed down until they abruptly stopped in midair, hanging there completely still!

In that instant, more than a hundred guns fired at once. Thousands of bullets were frozen densely in the air three body lengths before Li Qinwu, forming semicircular nets of metal Bulletheads.

Slowly, the barrage stopped. Li Qinwu was stunned, and so were the rebel ambushers. Could such terrifying firepower really fail to even injure this monster?

The Psyker was still enjoying the male Mother's chest, but the thousands of Bulletheads hanging in the air were turning, their tips aiming at the rebel ambushers in the forest.

"Quick... throw the grenades!!"

The rebel commander shouted, snapping the stunned rebels back to their senses.

Some hurriedly reloaded their Autoguns, while others pulled the pins from homemade grenades.

The next moment, an incredibly violent psychic fluctuation erupted, and thousands of Bulletheads blasted back toward their owners.

A torrent of agonized screams rang out as the rebels were shredded by the metal storm, blood mist spraying everywhere. Some were hit by dozens of Bulletheads at once and exploded into piles of mangled flesh!

The forest rustled under the barrage as countless leaves were shaken loose. In less than three seconds, all hundred-plus rebel attackers were dead!

The rebel squad leader spat blood. Several psychic-reflected bullets had torn apart his chest.

With his last breath, he threw the homemade grenade in his hand. But after flying only a few meters, it returned exactly as it was, falling back into his arms.

Amid the rebel squad leader's unwillingness, the grenade exploded and tore him apart, sending him off to report to Chaos.

The scene fell silent. Li Qinwu looked at the wrecked battlefield in the distance, then at the Psyker tightly hugging him and burying his face in his chest, and realized he could move again.

He smiled and said, "Baby, want some milk? Fuck your mother! How long are you going to keep hugging me?!!"

Li Qinwu felt that if he had committed a crime, the law should judge him—not subject him to this kind of torture!

The Psyker slowly raised his head and looked into his eyes.

"You're very special. There's a... clean power on you! The Daemons don't dare come near me. Who exactly are you?"

Li Qinwu felt the Psychic Suppression binding him vanish. He let out a breath and looked at the teary-eyed Psyker, roughly understanding what was going on.

He took a Holy Biscuit from his pocket and handed it over.

"Here, young master, have a biscuit."