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The Possessed Warrior ran more than three hundred meters before stopping to look around, but the daemons in his head were roaring madly.
"Don't stop, don't stop! Run! The Cursed One's power is catching up!"
The Possessed Warrior could only keep running. After another three hundred meters, he tried to stop and observe again, but the daemons in his head began roaring once more.
"Keep running, keep running! The Cursed One's power is coming again!!"
Helpless, he could only start running again.
When he stopped once more, the daemons in his head wanted to urge him to flee again. This time, he spoke first.
"We can't run anymore. We've reached the edge of the ship. There's a dead end ahead!"
Only then did the daemons realize that the Possessed Warrior had run from the middle of the ship all the way to the engines near the stern. If he kept going, he could only leap into space!
The advantage of Li Qinwu having shaved down the Space Hulk with torpedoes and shipboard weapons now became apparent.
From the daemons' perspective, the golden Psychic Power from the Boarding Torpedo was slowly spreading toward them.
Yet they had nowhere to go—neither heaven above nor earth below. What could they do?
The daemons howled within the Possessed Warrior's mind.
"Jump out! Jump out! Get away from this ship first! The Cursed One's power is spreading!!!"
The daemons had already lost the ability to think rationally. They only wanted to get away from the God-Emperor's Psychic Power generated by the Golden Altar as quickly as possible.
The God-Emperor's Psychic Power scorched their souls, and that kind of pain was beyond what daemons could endure.
But this time, the Possessed Warrior did not blindly