Astartes Carry the Coffin

Tigurius glanced at him, very pleased with his cooperation.

Not everyone could open their hearts to another person without defenses, completely free of guilt.

He had seen far too many wounded personnel brought in for psychic treatment.

Whether they were Astartes or ordinary humans, everyone had their own defenses. When lying in an iron coffin, eight out of ten people were tense. They would say they were fine, but even with their eyes closed, their eyelids would keep twitching.

Some people cooperated very well, answering every question they were asked. But the moment a psychic probe touched the surface of their consciousness, their defensive mechanisms would spring up automatically, as though they had been burned.

If everyone could be as calm and open as Priest Lin En, how much trouble would that save them?

Tigurius nodded in satisfaction, then made a brief gesture to the three senior Librarians and two battle-priests in front of the altar.

"Begin."

Multiple Chief Librarians worked together to construct a stable psychic barrier, soothe the mind, and suppress psychic pain.

The psychic gems atop their staffs lit up one after another, forming a silver-white curtain of light around the altar.

The psychic runes carved into the surface of the stone platform also lit up in succession, adding a flowing halo around the iron coffin.

Throughout it all, Lin En lay there with his eyes closed, completely unaware.

The Librarians began their work.

The Librarian of the Biomancy discipline lightly pointed his staff at Lin En's brow, using gentle psychic power to smooth out his damaged nerves and cracks in his consciousness, eliminating the tearing pain in his skull caused by psychic overload.

Lord of Change's full-powered strike had left countless minute injuries in Lin En's consciousness. These injuries could not be seen with the naked