[The metal fingertips of the 'tyrant' trembled slightly. ]
[A surge of surging psychic flames erupts from your body. ]
[However, you did not feel any pain while being heavily enveloped by the psychic flames.]
[You subconsciously let out a roar mixed with a hint of psychic flames.]
[You held the 'black sword' tightly in your hot, dark red metal hands, and rushed towards the 'tyrant' without hesitation.]
[You swung the 'black sword' vigorously. ]
[The pitch-black sword was forcibly blocked by the undulating layers of spiritual energy barriers.]
[The shell of the 'Armor of Faith' is gradually crumbling and is making waves of twisted metal sounds like wailing. Even the hum of the power backpack seems to be on the verge of collapse.]
[At the same time, more than 40 think tank brothers also burst into battle roars that resounded through the heavens and the earth, desperately trying to break free from the endless spiritual suppression.]
[They either wielded power weapons or pressed the roaring switches of chain swords, driving the power armor to pounce on the surroundings of the "tyrant". ]
[As the distance between the two sides closes, the anti-psychic device seems to have played a partial role. ]
[The psychic attacks launched by the Tyrant seemed to have weakened a lot. With each attack, a Think Tank brother was killed by the terrifying psychic energy and offered his loyalty to the Emperor.]
[However, even though the Librarian brothers who were nearby were repeatedly devoured and burned by flames and lightning, the Astartes Brothers of the Black Templars showed no signs of retreating.]
[A power sword that emits a deep blue energy field strikes the psychic barrier of the 'tyrant', causing ripples to tremble endlessly.]
[The next second, the attacking think tank brothers were shattered by the powerful psychic power of the "tyrant", and their power armor and flesh bodies were shattered, leaving only a pile of bones falling in front of everyone. ]
[But the next fearless think tank brother has approached again, and a roaring chainsaw sword abruptly sawed on the ripples of the psychic barrier. ]
[Even though they could only use their lives to launch a single attack, the remaining think tank brothers still surrounded the tall body of the "tyrant".]
[Countless psychic flames are still surging in your body.]
[But you didn't die easily. ]
[The opponent's psychic flames seem to be transformed into strands of subspace flames that support you to continue your actions. ]
[You once again let out a battle roar that echoed all around.]
[Even the blade of the 'black sword' you are holding tightly seems to be emitting a faint golden light.]
[The next second, the pitch-black sword forcibly penetrated the heavy psychic barrier of the "tyrant" and stabbed into the opponent's flesh and blood body.]
[Instantly, streams of dark red mixed with purple smelly blood spurted out continuously, splashing onto your body.]
[The 'tyrant' with a distorted and ferocious expression suddenly let out an inhuman and terrifying howl, and an even more terrifying spiritual energy impact suddenly erupted.]
[In the blink of an eye, a dozen think tank brothers surrounding the other side lost their lives silently, and were shattered into countless dancing blood mists by the raging terrifying psychic energy.]
[Your mouth and nose are also spurting out uncontrollably scarlet blood. ]
[The skull relic of the 'traitor' that you placed above the iron halo shattered with a bang, barely able to resist the opponent's wanton spiritual energy attack.]
[You subconsciously blinked your bloodshot eyes.]
[You thrust the 'black sword' deeply into the flesh and blood of the 'tyrant'. ]
[Accompanied by a sound of metal collision and sliding, the pious chain was tightly wrapped around the opponent's thick neck. ]
[At this moment, a metal arm covered with mysterious mechanical structures actually penetrated the power armor protected by the iron halo, inserted into your chest cavity, grabbed your spine and lifted it up.]
["You are a human puppet brainwashed by the false emperor! The dictator is not worth everything you have to give! The dirty human empire is not worth everything you have to give!" The blood-red eyes of the 'dictator' stared at you who was constantly spitting blood, and the surging terrifying spiritual energy was constantly overflowing from the dark single eye on his forehead. ]
["As a heretic, you will never understand how much willpower and courage it takes to lead humanity on the right path. You are selfish and will not understand how much the empire composed of countless humans has paid in order to survive…"]
[You slightly moved your blood-stained lips, and a weak voice as thin as a mosquito reached the other person's ears.]
[At the same time, one of your hands reaches for the hot melt bomb under the power backpack.]
["Everything is a lie of the false emperor! You are the traitors to humanity! And I will be the only savior of humanity!" The 'dictator' with a distorted and ferocious expression roared at you crazily.]
[You blinked your blood-covered eyes.]
[A faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of your blood-stained mouth. ]
[Just behind the 'tyrant', several remaining think tank brothers and the seriously injured think tank director Horadrim slowly performed a Black Templar warband salute to you. ]
[The next second, they took off their anti-psychic devices and exploded into dancing blood mist in the blink of an eye.]
[With a large amount of psychic power out of control, an extremely unstable subspace rift suddenly appeared in the physical space, constantly absorbing everything around it. ]
[This is not the result of the terrifying psychic power of the 'tyrant', but the spontaneous sacrifice and dedication of the Astartes monks. ]
[This is Plan B that you and the think tank director Horadrim developed.]
[If the anti-psychic device does not work, or the Think Tank brothers suffer heavy casualties and fail to successfully kill the heretic 'tyrant'. ]
[Then the think tank director Horadrim needs to use the ancient forbidden knowledge to actively open a space rift leading to the subspace and exile the "tyrant". ]
[A cold smile appeared at the corner of your mouth. ]
[You grabbed the pious chain wrapped around the tyrant's thick neck. ]
[You violently shook your broken body that was pierced by the mechanical arm, and crashed into the 'tyrant'.]
[At the same time, you have already activated three melta bombs, and they are about to explode.]
["No--"]
[The 'tyrant' who discovered the fatal crisis suddenly erupted with a terrifying psychic energy that shook the entire planet. It wanted to use its terrifying psychic power to suppress and erase the existence of the subspace rift. ]
[However, the nearby subspace rift actually took the initiative to increase the suction force to absorb everything. ]
[You and the 'tyrant' were completely unable to resist, and were forcibly sent into the chaotic and disordered subspace by an unknown powerful force. ]
[The next moment, the terrifying high temperature from the hot melt bomb exploded instantly, completely devouring the flesh and blood of you and the tyrant.]
[The terrifying psychic energy in the body of the 'tyrant' completely lost control as his flesh and blood body melted away, and a terrifying psychic energy storm with extremely destructive power began to stir up the subspace.]
[Your flesh and blood body has long since dissipated.]
[Your spiritual will, supported by the flames of the warp, still has a breath left. ]
[Just when your consciousness is about to fall into endless darkness. ]
[You suddenly see clearly the subspace location you are in. ]
[You seem to be in the sky above an eternal battlefield. ]
[Under the strange sky where blue and purple are constantly interweaving, countless Tzeentch demons are engaging in a brutal battle with a Khorne army.]
[A tall figure wearing white wolf skin and a set of pitch-black armor is wielding terrifying melee weapons and servo-mechanical arms, leading countless terrifying werewolves wearing broken power armor to charge into the array of Tzeentch demons.]
[At this moment, the warp flame that supports your spiritual will is about to go out. ]
[Your perspective gradually falls into endless darkness.]
[Your consciousness is about to return to nothingness. ]
[You...are dead.]
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This short story is about:
The Despot was the name of an extremely powerful cyborg xenos psychic who was responsible for the "Screaming" incident in M34. The Despot's psychic powers were enough to completely control 1300 star systems. He was eventually killed by the Black Templars, but the resulting backlash distorted the Astronomican's signal, burning billions of Astropaths across the Imperium, and the resulting anarchy led to the loss of millions of ships and the regression of the entire sub-sector to a barbaric age.
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