"Execute her. May her soul return to the Throne."
Leonardo said, drawing a master-crafted bolter from his waist and aiming it at the Inquisitor's head.
"No, let try. Perhaps I can save her."
A calm voice ca from beside him.
The mont the words fell, Leonardo imdiately felt sothing was wrong.
The machine spirit of that master-crafted bolter... seed to be resisting his control?
The machine spirit was displeased?
At this mont?
He turned his head and saw Adam's calm face.
"The threat is far from resolved. We've only roughly dealt with the boarding Chaos heretics; that Chaos Warband's strike cruiser is still lurking nearby, eyeing us covetously."
Adam continued, "We need manpower. Right now, any situation that might lead to a reduction in personnel is unacceptable."
"What thod do you have?"
Leonardo looked at him, his previous attitude gone, and asked cautiously, "This Psyker is now in severe backlash. If a decision isn't made soon, she could easily tear a hole in the veil large enough for a Chaos daemon army to invade reality."
"It's better to give her a peaceful and serene death now, allowing her to return to our Lord's side."
Having personally witnessed Adam's ability to influence machine spirits so freely, Leonardo's attitude imdiately changed.
With the insight of a Custodian, he knew very well that this was not sothing a Psyker dabbling in witchcraft could easily achieve.
Otherwise, how could the followers of the omnissiah on Mars, the Tech-Priests, be the faction with the lowest percentage of Psykers in the Imperium?
"I have a way."
Adam didn't explain much, as a full explanation would take too much ti.
He nodded slightly in Lucia's direction, and she imdiately complied, clearing the path.
"Co back..."
Leonardo tried to stop him.
He still hadn't completely let go of his vigilance. In this dark universe, one could only trust oneself. Who knew if this person was a potential heretic, attempting to corrupt a senior Inquisitor through this ans?
Just then, an arm covered in bright yellow gauntlets reached out, stopping his action. Leonardo looked up and t Lucia's gaze.
No, that wasn't the gaze of the current Canoness.
The experienced, battle-hardened Custodian froze on the spot, stunned.
A vast and boundless will, using the Living Saint as a vessel, cast a gentle glance into the real world, eting Leonardo's eyes.
"…"
At this mont, no matter what, as an Imperial Custodian, Leonardo could absolutely not interfere with any of Adam's actions.
Adam, anwhile, used this opportunity to quickly walk towards Sibylla, who was kneeling on the ground.
Deprived of the Living Saint's calming presence, her psychic energy continued to surge and boil, violent psychic lightning dancing like silver serpents, creating an area around her that ordinary people could not cross.
Of course, this was useless to Adam.
It had been less than an hour since he was abducted to this world by the Emperor. After interfering with Warp jumps, detonating Chaos Sorcerers, and assisting Lucia in her ascension, Adam had co to a realization.
That is, when it ca to influencing the Warp, he, as a Reality Warper, actually had a great advantage.
As is well known, what Reality Warpers change is the objective reality of existence, which is Reality Intensity.
And so spatial phenona, the more regular, knowable, objective, and stable they are... the stronger their Reality Intensity. Conversely, the weaker they are.
And as the Sea of Souls, the vast ocean of all emotions and spirits, the reflection of the material world... the overall Reality Intensity of the Warp is much lower than that of the real world.
Much, much lower.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
As if sensing soone approaching, Lucia shrieked in pain. The already violent psychic lightning beca even fiercer, even actively striking towards Adam.
However, every psychic lightning bolt, which could easily kill an Astartes, vanished into thin air the mont it entered Adam's vicinity.
Walking up to Sibylla, Adam reached out and directly activated his Reality Warping Ability.
Following the previous steps, he skillfully extracted a portion of his personal Reality Intensity field, which he had slightly amplified by slaughtering the Chaos Warband, and transferred it to Sibylla.
Then, he casually interfered with her consciousness, clarifying her originally chaotic thoughts, allowing her to stably sort out and control the completely unstable, violent psychic power.
Ten minutes later.
"I... I'm still alive?"
A pale Sibylla barely regained her senses.
It had been a long ti since she had used her psychic powers at full strength, causing her to completely misestimate her limits.
When she first realized the psychic backlash, Sibylla had even prepared her last words. Unexpectedly, she hadn't returned to the Throne?
She tentatively used her psychic powers.
Hmm, terrifyingly stable. The Warp whispers, which had been like hallucinations in her ears, also disappeared.
If her previous psychic power was like a child wielding a sledgehamr, easily hurting herself if she wasn't careful, now... Sibylla even felt that even without using practiced spells, her psychic power would be enough to tear apart heavy vehicles like tanks, without any risk of backlash!
"How do you feel?"
Adam asked.
Hearing this, Sibylla looked up at the three people in front of her.
Like a religious painting, the Living Saint's pure white wings spread, floating in mid-air, her face compassionate and holy, the surrounding domain filled with a sacred aura.
And the solemn Custodian stood tall, his gaze sharp, his right hand resting on his sword hilt, exuding an indescribable heroic deanor.
These two figures, as if stepped out of an epic painting, stood together behind the mysteriously appearing young man, silently attending him.
As an Inquisitor who should question everything, Sibylla should have been suspicious of the current situation, because the Imperium currently had no leader noble enough to have these two saints serve as guards.
Even a High Lord of Terra, no matter how noble, would be completely insufficient to receive the allegiance of a Living Saint and a Custodian.
However, Sibylla had no such thoughts.
She straightened her body, faced Adam, and perford an Aquila salute.
"Inquisitor Sibylla Barrios of the Holy Hamr Conclave, I pledge myself to the hope of the Imperium and humanity. As per your will, my wisdom and strength shall be a stepping stone on your glorious path."
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