Farewell to the Beautiful World!

Lin En stood before the porthole, holding up his hand and using the Drukhari Archon's psychic attacks as a power bank.

He had maintained that pose for over ten minutes. Honestly, his arm was getting a little sore.

But he did not want to lower it. If he did, it would lose its effect.

Come on. Your daddy's standing right here. Hit me however you like. Aim for the face.

The black bean sprout of an Archon on the other side did hit him.

The Drukhari kept firing psychic attacks at Lin En.

Not only was Lin En unafraid, he even took a step forward!

Other people spent stamina and ammunition when they fought. He spent the enemy's psychic power. What a bargain!

Heh heh.

That one restored 0.1. This one restored 0.05. Another 0.05...

That Drukhari Archon was quite persistent, blasting him again and again.

The psychic attacks had been quite strong at first, but later they clearly began to run out of steam. This one restored 0.02. That one restored 0.01...

That was it?

That was all the Aeldari's psychic attacks amounted to?

Pretty mediocre.

If he had to rate them, they were inferior to the Ultramarines' Chief Librarian.

Paper-thin. All for show.

A little of the Emperor's psychic exhaust could shoot him straight to 80, and a full-force blow from a Tzeentch Greater Daemon could directly restore him to 32.

Now, relying on this Aeldari Archon, he had stood here and taken nearly ten psychic attacks, only to restore one-eightieth of that 50%. The efficiency was far too low.

Still, Lin En had to admit that he was quite persistent. At least that perseverance deserved recognition.

That Drukhari Archon had fired who knew how many psychic attacks at him already.

Out of ten points, he would probably