Psychic Power storm surged in the center of the barrier, with purple waves of energy crashing against the surrounding dark blue walls like rising tides.
Guyu gripped the hilt of the spine-bone greatsword tightly with her five fingers; the blade trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.
Like a ferocious beast that has been dormant for thousands of years finally awakening, each throbbing pulsed with a violent force that flowed down her arm and into her flesh.
This is no ordinary Psychic Power weapon.
From the moment they stepped into the Land Without Extension, the three bishops accompanying the group were never simply a support unit.
They are the container, the sword blade, and the killing move that Rena specially prepared to slay Luna.
The Nine-Sided Spirit-Sealing Barrier can suppress collective Psychic Power networks and isolate the long-distance transmission of the Hive Mind.
They can detect high-intensity energy bodies, but they cannot see through the Tyranids' mastery of biological camouflage.
Rena disassembled and reconstructed a greatsword that carried 30% of her power, splitting the core skeleton, Psychic Power reserves, and amplification nodes equally.
They were embedded in the bodies of three bishops, and differentiated into three skeletons.
When they separated, they were just three fourth-generation hybrid bishops with slightly stronger Psychic Power, their auras indistinguishable from ordinary high-ranking apostles, and even the Tzeentch Sorcerer could not detect anything unusual.
But once flesh and blood merge and the three bodies become one, the restrictions hidden deep within the bones will be completely unlocked.
All the biomass and Psychic Power of the three bishops were compressed and refined in an instant, ultimately condensing into this four-meter-long spine sword.
It is not an external object, but the continuation of the lives of three high-ranking hybrids, a knife that Rena handed to Guyu through the barrier!
At this moment, Guyu, who was standing with his sword in hand, was experiencing a terrifying increase in his Psychic Power level.
A pale purple Psychic Power emanated from her body, transforming into tangible waves of flame.
That aura had long since transcended the realm of "chosen creation," carrying an ancient, vast, and oppressive presence akin to the will of the Tyranids's main force.
It once broke through to the same level of Psychic Power as the Dragon of Frost itself.
The current Rena is no longer the weak Tyranid Warrior bug she was when she first arrived Hive City Necromunda.
Nourished by biomass in a desolate world, amplified by the system of the Crown of the Swarm, and spurred by countless wars.
She has long since completed the leap from a "single life form" to a "composite insect hive core".
The Dragon of Frost now possesses both the formidable physique and bio-energy production of a flying Hive Tyrant, and the Psychic Power control and consciousness dominance of Zoanthrope Tyrant.
Furthermore, the system grants them Psychic Power precision far exceeding the standard upper limit for the Tyranids.
Even a single sword strike from a clone imbued with power of equal rank would be enough to crush all living things within this barrier.
"Roar!"
The two Chaos Knight, which had been thrown back by the Psychic Power shockwave, had just regained their footing when inhuman roars erupted from their chests.
The Chaos runes on the mech's shell lit up wildly, and the corrupted Machine Spirit went mad under the infusion of Warp power.
The knight on the left flicked his wrist, and the Reaper Chainsword changed direction, its serrated teeth whistling as it swept horizontally towards Guyu.
The one on the right bent its knees and lowered its shoulders, its Thunder Power Fist crackling with electricity as it slammed into her head with immense force.
They blocked all escape routes, one on the left and one on the right.
Both knight mechs were piloted by fallen knights from a branch of the St. Garus Family, who gained superhuman strength through a deal with Chaos.
Furthermore, the firepower and melee capabilities of a single Knight mech are more than enough to crush an entire Imperium tank company head-on.
In Luna's original plan, these nine knights were the foundation of her confidence in conquering Saint Garus Castle.
But the next second, the image in their field of vision froze.
Just like an old projection device dropping frames, one moment Guyu was standing by the altar more than ten meters away, and the next moment, her figure moved forward several meters out of thin air.
It wasn't teleportation; rather, the flow of time around her was forcibly distorted.
Using the massive Psychic Power unleashed by the spine greatsword, Guyu temporarily disrupted the local time rules within the barrier.
The barrier's overall slowdown effect was still in effect, but in the one-meter-diameter area around her, the flow of time was stretched to several times the speed of the outside world.
With the contrast between the fast and slow movements, to onlookers, her actions appeared as nothing more than fragmented, intermittent frames.
As Guyu stepped through the air, the air beneath her feet seemed to solidify into tangible steps.
She stepped onto the spine of the Chainsword, and the heavy serrations sank downwards with her light step.
The second step landed on the surface of the Power Fist, and the crackling arcs of electricity seemed to freeze for half a second the moment they touched the sole of her shoe.
His gray robes fluttered as he moved at high speed, his four arms firmly gripping the greatsword, the blade held horizontally with the edge facing forward.
There were no superfluous moves, no fancy Psychic Power spells, just the simplest and purest horizontal slash.
But this sword strike contained Rena's own level of Psychic Power, the full power gained from the sacrifice of three bishops, and the terrifying acceleration brought about by the distortion of time.
"Tch!"
It was as light as the sound of a paper cutter slicing through rice paper.
A nearly transparent spatial rift spread along the blade, cutting through the air and leaving behind a lingering black mark.
The movements of the two Chaos Knight froze instantly.
They remained in their attack stances, the Chainsword blades still spinning at high speed, and the electric arcs from their Power Fist still leaping.
Even the Chaos runes on the surface of the mech were still glowing with a ghostly blue light.
However, the ion shield force field that was originally able to withstand the direct fire of the Macro-cannon was like a thin sheet of paper in front of the blade, failing to provide even the slightest resistance.
The blade sliced smoothly across the cockpits of both mechs.
First, a thin, almost invisible red line appeared on the armor surface, then the red line quickly expanded, the cut as smooth as if it had been polished by a precision machine tool.
"Snap... Crash!"
The sound of metal snapping mingled with the tearing of viscous flesh.
The upper part of the mech slowly slid down along the cut, revealing the cockpit inside, which was already in a terrible state.
Where are the normal human drivers inside?
The power of Chaos had already completely merged humans and mechs together.
Dark red flesh and blood, like tree roots, covered the interior walls of the cabin, and the pilot's body, control stick, neural interface, and mecha skeleton grew together.
His skin was a putrid, bluish-gray, his chest was swollen with countless pustules, his features had long since melted away, leaving only two turbid eyeballs embedded in his flesh, still holding a look of astonishment.
Where the spine sword had cleaved, flesh and metal tore apart together, and dark green pus gushed out from the cut.
Thump! Thump!
The two sections of the mech crashed heavily to the ground with two muffled thuds.
The decaying flesh inside the cabin was still twitching reflexively, but it belonged to the pilot's soul.
It was completely annihilated the moment the blade sliced through the air by the Hive Mind attached to the sword.