Chapter 3 Psychic Awakening

"Enjoy the pleasure!"

The banshee's sharp claws slowly cut open Ron's clothes, leaving one thin blood mark after another.

She was playing with her prey, wanting it to die in extreme fear and torture.

For the followers of Slaanesh, killing is also a kind of pleasure.

The followers of the Slaanesh sect like to have group parties in the gathering to share the ultimate pleasure, but it often develops into mutual slaughter.

When the hive law enforcers arrived, there was often no complete corpse at the scene, and some corpses were even stuck together.

They tore each other's flesh and swallowed it in pleasure!

Ron knew that if there was no accident, he would be disemboweled and tortured to death by the banshee in front of him!

But he still had a chance!

He had already called for help, and he just needed to delay time.

Ron supported his body and moved towards the bedroom door little by little.

The banshee didn't care at all, and patiently left one scratch after another on his body, blood flowing, dragging a long mark on the ground.

Warhammer 40K is too difficult to survive. Being a planetary governor is not safe!

Ron gritted his teeth and continued to move. His chances of survival were getting bigger. As long as he could hold on until the guards arrived, he would be able to survive!

Finally, he crawled to the door and reached out to push it, but touched the cold wall.

Illusion?

Ron turned his head and saw the banshee blocking him. There was a hint of teasing in her empty eyes.

She was laughing!

The illusion created by the banshee made him run to a dead end. Even if the guards arrived, he would not have much chance of survival!

"You... can die!"

The banshee had obviously had enough fun. She licked her claws and stabbed hard!

The claws stirred up a fishy wind, so fast that Ron could not see it with his naked eyes, and he didn't even have the chance to raise his hand to block it!

This blow was enough to cut him in half!

Suddenly, Ron felt that time slowed down.

The claws in front of him became clearer and clearer, and even the hair on them could be seen clearly.

After finally escaping from the dead, was he going to accept death again?

Ron was unwilling to give up, and he twisted his body hard to avoid the vital parts.

As long as there was a breath, there was still a chance!

With the will to survive, the familiar power deep in his soul burst out again.

The power surged instantly, and time seemed to be controlled by something, and the claws hovered in the air, unable to move.

At some point, a layer of light frost condensed on the ground.

Ron's eyes flashed with golden lightning, and the current overflowed around his body, and the overflowing current hit the ground from time to time.

"Huh~ It's finally arrived. I said, without the golden finger, how can I survive in the world of Warhammer 40k!"

Ron got up, and all the cells in his body were cheering, his body and even his soul were full of electricity, and the wounds gradually recovered and scabbed.

This feeling is too good, but the whispers in the void are a bit annoying.

That is the call from the warp!

If I guess correctly, he awakened his psychic power and became a psyker.

Becoming a psyker is not necessarily a good thing.

Psykers are the restless factor of the empire, and are extremely easy to be corroded and corrupted by the terrible existence in the warp.

The empire searches and captures psykers everywhere, and the black ships of the Star Tongue Court send them to Holy Terra for testing.

Psykers who can resist erosion will be used by the empire, and those who are unqualified will be sent to the Golden Throne to burn their souls and dedicate everything to the great God-Emperor.

According to the black ship, a thousand psykers will be sent in every day as fuel to maintain the operation of the Star Torch.

Keep the empire's warp channel and information transmission channel smooth.

So Ron, as a psyker, is not optimistic.

If his identity is exposed, even if he is the governor of a planet, he will be monitored by the empire, and there is a chance that he will be taken away by the black ship.

If he fails the test, he will be sent to the Golden Throne and serve His Majesty the Emperor...

Ron came back to his senses after a flash of thought.

Now is not the time to think about these things. We have to deal with this banshee first!

"Go to hell, go to hell!"

The escape of the prey made the banshee furious. She screamed and struggled, eager for cruel slaughter!

The banshee broke free from her restraints and pounced on her, vowing to tear the hateful human in front of her into pieces and swallow it bit by bit!

However, a fist shining with golden lightning hit her abdomen from bottom to top, hitting her flying in the air, and mucus splashed out of her mouth.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Ron's other fist followed up and hammered the banshee's cheek: "Get down!"

The banshee's face was distorted and deformed, bounced and smashed through the stained glass window, and fell on the balcony motionless.

"Dead?"

Ron did not rush forward to check to prevent the enemy from counterattacking before death.

After all, he was still a flesh and blood body, and if he was stabbed by the spikes and hit the vitals, he might lose his life.

His concerns were correct, such an attack still could not kill the banshee.

The banshee suddenly jumped up, and her half-broken head looked towards this side with resentment, and the strong malice exuded, which made people shudder.

The banshee has become stronger!

Okay, okay, let's play it this way, right?

Just as Ron was about to fight to the death, there was a movement outside, that was the sound of heavy boots stepping on the ground.

He stopped immediately and dispersed his spiritual energy.

"Governor!"

Boom!

The next moment, the door of the bedroom broke open.

Carter Crowley, the most loyal captain of Ron's guards, led a team of fully armed guards to rush in.

The guards each had an Imperial bolter in hand, wearing ceramic steel armor, and their body shape was even more unusual.

They were well-trained, and immediately looked for Ron to form a formation to guard him, while pointing the muzzle of the bolter at the banshee on the balcony.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the banshee on the balcony: "Solve..."

Boom!

Before he could finish his words, the guards pulled the trigger, and the fire flashed and the bullets poured out.

The bullets formed a cross chain and hit the body of the banshee like a broken sack.

After one round of shooting, another round of bullets was fired.

After two rounds of saturation shooting, the captain of the guard, Carter, walked over quickly.

He pulled out the chain saw sword and cut the banshee's head vertically, and blood and flesh splattered!

Then Carter raised his foot and kicked the banshee's body and the marble fence off the balcony.

After dealing with the banshee, Carter turned around and walked to Ron and half-knelt down, his resolute face full of determination.

"Governor, the heretic has been executed!"

As soon as the voice fell, a muffled sound came from under the balcony, and the banshee fell to the ground and became a box.

Ron looked at the balcony, and the wind blew in from the gap, which was quite cool.

Under the moonlight, the balcony and bedroom with blood and flesh splattered all over looked like a tragic crime scene.

These guys are quite fierce.

Ron looked at the guards. These people seemed to have undergone a certain degree of transformation, and their bodies were much larger than ordinary people.

The body size of the guard captain Carter was even more amazing. He was estimated to be two meters tall and muscular.

Genetic modification engineering?

This body size is almost catching up with the space warriors. This family is not simple...

The guards thought that the governor was going to blame them. They looked at each other and lowered their heads.

"Very good, very energetic, you did a good job!"

Ron nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to pull Carter up, patted his shoulder, and made the other party feel a little at a loss.

It's good to be rough, so be rough!

This world is in chaos, and only tough guys can calm the situation.

At this moment, Ron's fear has disappeared without a trace. He has realized it!

All fears come from insufficient firepower.

He wants to develop power, explode troops, attack with endless legions, and let fierce artillery fire cover all enemies!

Slaanesh, right? I'll remember it. I'll definitely beat you up when I get a chance!

Just when Ron was distracted, a nervous voice interrupted him.

"God Emperor, are you okay, sir?"

Bayev Cotton, the senior steward of the Grant family, hurried in with a nervous look on his face.

As Ron's confidant, he managed all the chores and personnel in the Royal Court.

He even helped with some government affairs, which was a heavy responsibility.

Bayev saw a trace of frost on the ground from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but frowned.