His voice rang out, not from the throat, but directly into the consciousness of every living being from the spiritual level.
The voice was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, like countless audio tracks superimposed together, or like countless languages spoken in the same second.
However, his tone always carried a hint of mockery and sarcasm.
The moment the words left his mouth, something moved in the void.
The meteorite fragments floating around the castle ruins began to slowly rotate.
It's not pulled by gravity, but rather like chess pieces on a board being moved by an invisible hand.
They glided along complex trajectories, arranging themselves in the void into some incomprehensible array, as if completing a grand ritual.
Rena hovered in the void, her azure dragon scales surging with purple light.
Her gaze never left that figure.
She had already realized that there was no room for "fighting" behind that ball of blue light.
The other party never considered her a real opponent.
He was merely performing a ritual, a massive, complex ritual that sacrificed the entire battlefield along with all the souls of the people.
But His attention wasn't on her either.
Tzeentch's Psychic Power eyes, now piercing through Rena, landed on the figure slowly rising at the edge of the ruins.
Lynn managed to stand up straight, but his knees were still trembling, and he was covered in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to lift his head.
His gaze pierced through the hundred-meter-high void, meeting the distant, deep blue vortex of light.
On the surrounding battlefield, everyone was bound by that invisible force.
A few soldiers with remaining willpower knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold tiles, too weak to even lift their heads.
The soldiers whose souls had been ripped away lay sprawled among the ruins, their bodies now mere empty shells.
The Tyranids units fell silent. Without Rena's Psychic Power link, they could only spin aimlessly in place, unable to execute any commands.
Only those Genestealer lurking within humanity, due to their different connection to the main consciousness network, barely maintain their mobility, yet they are like candles flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
But this wasn't Rena passively severing the swarm's link; it was something she did intentionally.
She must focus her attention on this in order to have any chance of resisting Him.
Luna knelt in a corner of the ruins, her golden mask mostly shattered, revealing half of her face covered in bloodstains.
Her staff broke in two, and she clutched the remaining piece tightly in her hand.
She looked up at the blue figure in the void, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
That is His incarnation.
She prayed to Tzeentch countless times, asking for blessings, guidance, and mercy from the Lord of Change.
But she never imagined she would end up like this.
As a discarded pawn, I witnessed firsthand the arrival of His will.
Fear, resentment, and despair surged and overlapped in her eyes.
Lynn was the only one on the field who could hold his own.
His legs were trembling, his breathing was heavy like asthma, and his temples were still throbbing; the aftereffects of the Grip of Domination had not completely subsided.
But he remained standing.
He gazed at the enormous blue figure in the sky, at the countless eyes on its wings, and at the vortex that dragged the entire castle into the void.
He suddenly understood something.
The system never gave him anything; it was simply awakening what was already there within him.
Those Domination, those controls, those cross-species connections of consciousness—they were always his own power, but he never dared to admit it.
Once he identified that line, once he crossed that threshold, there was no turning back.
But if he doesn't act now, everyone will die here.
Doudou will die, Toothy will die, and those civilians who have just snatched a glimmer of hope back from the clutches of Chaos will also die.
Most importantly, he will die too.
What will happen to Rena after he dies?
He clenched his fist.
That's enough.
Not far away, Rena regrouped her Psychic Power.
The purple light on the surface of the blue dragon scales surged again, its brilliance as intense as a purple moon, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
She didn't turn around, nor did she send a telepathic message; she simply poured all her will into her claws.
Purple Moon, trailing a long shadow, crashed into the blue vortex.
She was incredibly fast, so fast that she left a glowing afterimage in the air, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
But just as she was about to touch the blue figure, the space widened again.
She aimed precisely at her target, but in the final millisecond before impact, she was moved back to her starting point by some unseen force.
once.
twice.
three times.
Every charge was made with all our might, and every single one was reset at the very last moment before we made our move.
The light of the purple moon flickered repeatedly in the void, crashing into the black hole and bouncing back to its starting point, in an endless cycle.
She was like someone chasing a destination that could never be reached, failing each time she got infinitely close.
The blue vortex continued to spin, still absorbing all the souls, light, and warmth around it.
He didn't even target her; He simply focused on his own ritual.
Lynn watched her charge again and again, and remained silent for a moment.
He then rose and used the Sword of Valenia to support himself.
He was going to fight, to fight alongside his beloved.
Regardless of the process or the outcome.