With that, the Emperor opened the heavy doors before him.
The Emperor's psyker power slowly flowed over Evan, pouring vast amounts of knowledge into his mind.
Such as "Introduction to Psyker Power."
Otherwise, never mind reaching the Webway—with his muscles tied into knots, Evan would struggle even to wriggle there.
Following the Emperor's guidance, Evan untangled the psyker power surging within him and realized the Emperor did not need to do anything drastic.
He could not survive anyway.
An ocean of psyker power was crushing his soul. Every second, it suffered terrifying pressure.
For him, death was only a matter of time.
Did the Emperor have some other reason for sending me into the Webway? Was there a solution there? Was he sending me to plug the line?
Evan did not know Dorn had already sealed the breach in the Webway. He still thought daemons were rampaging inside.
Seeing that the Emperor had already left, Evan suddenly thought, ...Shit, where did you put your Webway entrance?
There was no one around...
No, there was still the half-dead Magnus.
"Old Magnus~~ Old Magnus~"
Magnus was still secured beneath the Golden Throne, digesting the Emperor's earlier psyker shockwave.
Evan called out once. When no one answered, he felt his way along the iron chains toward the Webway.
Anti-psyker or not, I spent so long beneath a Blank's bones. Why would I fear this little bit of pain?
Inside the Webway, once the warriors sensed the psyker power disappear, most of them stared intently at the entrance to the Webway Gate.
Without orders to retreat, none dared leave, but everyone hoped it heralded victory.
They hoped to see the Emperor.
The two Adeptus Custodes guarding the gate heard movement.
It was not the creaking of vehicles from the transport passage. It was footsteps