"Brothers, help me!" Hawk roared when he saw the psychic storm strike Cheng Mingrui.
He felt the Emperor's might. The great Emperor seemed to be watching this battle, and Hawk needed greater power to banish the powerful daemon here.
Sure enough, groups of Space Marines wreathed in flames stepped out of thin air. They resembled moving suits of armor, driven by hatred of heretics, xenos, and the enemies of humanity.
They could be called the Emperor's daemonic host. Their name was the Legion of the Damned.
The rounds fired from their Boltguns carried potent hatred and the power of the Warp, posing an even greater threat to the Yellow Turban Strongmen than the Grey Knights' weapons.
As Cheng Mingrui watched the Yellow Turban Strongmen struggle to endure the psychic storm with their blessings, only to be killed one by one by the Legion of the Damned's bullets, he felt those around him die, their souls crushed. Rage devoured his reason.
He let out a roar that shook the entire space, terrifying even by the standards of the Warp. It shattered the psychic storm and killed many Space Marines and several Grey Knights outright.
"Corpse Emperor, you deserve to die too!" Cheng Mingrui's voice truly sounded like a daemon's now.
Before he could launch a furious attack, a bolt of silver lightning struck his chest.
It was Hawk. As an Omega-level psyker, he possessed a psychic gift that might appear in only one out of hundreds of billions of humans.
Just moments earlier, with his brothers' psychic support, his psychic power had almost exceeded the limits of what his body could withstand.
He had turned into a bolt of lightning and plunged his Nemesis Power Halberd into Cheng Mingrui's chest, moving too fast for even Cheng Mingrui to react.
The blow