But it didn't know that the first thread wasn't the killing move.
What Guyu is waiting for is this evasive action.
The instant the dragon turned to the side, the second Psychic Power thread, which had been lying in wait on its side, tautened at the base of its left wing.
"Tear!!"
A crisp, tearing sound rang out.
The condensed Psychic Power threads, like the sharpest scalpel, easily sliced through the armor and skeletal structure of the dragon's left wing.
The enormous metal wing snapped off at the base, spinning and sending Mars flying before crashing heavily against the wall of the hall.
"Bah!!!"
The Heldrake let out a painful roar.
Having lost one wing, it completely lost its balance and crashed to the ground in a wobbly, erratic manner, like a kite with a broken string.
A long furrow was plowed into the brick and stone ground, with gravel and Mars flying everywhere.
It tried to struggle to get up, but four Purestrain Genestealer were already waiting beside its landing spot.
Without the slightest hesitation, these silent hunters swarmed forward as the dragon lost its balance upon impact.
The sharp Rending Claws pierced deep into the gaps in the dragon's neck armor, tearing wildly along the junction of the tubes and flesh.
Blue fel blood splattered everywhere, the dragon's roar grew weaker and weaker, eventually turning into a few muffled whimpers before falling completely silent.
From the moment of the dive attack to the moment of being torn apart upon landing, it took only a dozen seconds.
With the aerial threat resolved, Guyu was finally able to deal with the two giant beasts on the ground.
She moved lightly, her figure darting to the front of the group.
At the same time, four arms were raised, Psychic Power threads rapidly condensed and twisted in her palms, eventually transforming into four ten-meter-long Psychic Power whips.
The whip gleamed with a rich purple light, and its surface was covered with tiny arcs of Psychic Power; just looking at it sent chills down one's spine.
"Drink!"
Guyu gave a low shout and waved all four arms simultaneously.
The two long whips on the left lashed out fiercely at the Helbrute that was locked in combat with Peter, accompanied by a whistling sound.
The two long whips on the right, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, coiled towards the other end of the line, which was rampaging through the ranks.
He wielded the bow with both hands, wielding four whips in unison—a truly impressive display.
Her wrist moved so fast it left afterimages; her Psychic Power whip wove a dense, impenetrable net of light in mid-air, dazzling to the eye.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
A series of rapid whipping sounds rang out.
Each time the whip struck, it exploded with blinding sparks on the Helbrute's armor, carving a deep groove in its armor.
The heavily armored Helbrute was forced back repeatedly by the blows, its armor fragments flying everywhere, and the Daemon Engine on its chest emitted an unstable roar.
Even more deadly is the Psychic Power corruption.
With each contact of the Psychic Power whip, a pure Hive Mind would seep into the gaps in the armor, tearing apart the twisted souls imprisoned within the Daemon Engine.
It was a mental torment a hundred times worse than physical pain, a fear etched into the instincts of beings in the Warp.
The two Helbrute roared in pain, their movements grew increasingly sluggish, and their attacks became chaotic.
Peter seized the opportunity and focused his mind on piloting the mech.
The Ion Shield slammed forward with all its might, knocking the Helbrute on the left off balance.
Guyu's long whip wrapped around its neck, and all four arms exerted force at the same time.
"Break it!"
Ziguang's stock price surged.
With a crisp "crack," the Helbrute's massive head was severed by the Psychic Power whip, rolling to the ground amidst gushing fel flames.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the other Helbrute turned to escape, but was hit in the leg joint by several monks with Meltagun, and staggered to its knees.
Guyu's long whip followed closely, shattering the Daemon Engine core in its chest.
A dazzling burst of Psychic Power flames shot into the sky, and the colossal beast crashed to the ground, shaking the earth three times.
The three-headed Daemon Engine were all destroyed.
Silence finally returned to the hall, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd and the crackling sound of parts breaking apart from the remains of the Helbrute.
Just as the last Helbrute fell, a sudden gust of wind swept through the entire underground hall.
A sinister blue wind swirled in the air, carrying rubble and bits of flesh, making a howling sound like the weeping of countless dead souls.
Hahahaha...
A sharp, manic laugh came from the dome, sometimes near, sometimes far, its direction indiscernible.
Everyone looked up abruptly and saw a larger, more ornately armored Heldrake slowly spiraling down from the dark dome.
A slender figure stood on the dragon's back.
She wore a long, dark blue robe, and a half-gold mask beneath her hood gleamed coldly. In her hand she held a magic staff inlaid with multifaceted crystals. She was none other than the Lord Regent of St. Garus.
Luna.
She looked down at the wounded group below, now reduced to only a few dozen people, her eyes filled with undisguised mockery and ridicule.
"What a wonderful performance!" Luna's voice was tinged with laughter, yet as chilling as a cold wind.
"A mere hundred or so people dare to trespass on my territory and even dare to plot my assassination..."
She shook her head, her tone full of regret. "Commendable courage, but unfortunately, pathetically foolish."
Guyu's expression darkened slightly. Just as he was about to unleash his Psychic Power to launch an attack, Luna gently waved her staff.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Nine thunderclaps echoed from all around the procession.
Nine two-faced wizards clad in dark blue cloaks appeared at the point where the Lightning struck, forming a perfect nine-sided shape.
They simultaneously raised their staffs, and the blue crystals at the top of the staffs lit up with a dazzling light.
"Buzz~~~!"
A dark blue energy barrier shot into the sky, closing in mid-air to form a nine-sided barrier, trapping the entire team firmly in the center.
The moment the barrier rose, Guyu's expression changed for the first time.
She could clearly feel that the connection between her consciousness and the subject was blocked by a thick membrane.
The previously smooth transmission of consciousness became intermittent, and even the flow of Psychic Power within the body became somewhat sluggish.
This barrier was actually set up specifically for the connection between Psychic Power and consciousness!
Or rather, it's a trap specifically designed to target the Tyranids!
Her main consciousness was temporarily trapped inside this body.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!..."
A sudden, urgent alarm sounded from the cockpit of the Armiger Knight mech.
Peter stared at the screen, his face ashen, his fingertips trembling.
He knew that alarm sound all too well.
This is the warning sound when the Imperial Knight mechs are airdropped.
But the alarm was shrouded in a thick aura of blasphemy and Chaos, and was definitely not from an ally of the Imperium.
Everyone suddenly looked up at the empty sky above the barrier.
Nine enormous black shadows pierced through the clouds, trailing raging flames, and crashed heavily into the barrier.
Nine Knights Drop Pod.
Carrying Chaos and corrupting aura, it crashed into the nine corners of the nonagonal barrier.
The hatch opened, and the sound of metal scraping together was harsh and heavy.
In the darkness, nine knight mechs with twisted shapes and covered in Chaos runes strode out of the hatch.