On the Bridge.
Miriael danced gracefully, wielding the blade of agony, once again breaking Lucia and Leonardo's combined attack with what she considered perfect elegance.
The blade of agony sliced through their weapons like cutting grass, then a viper-like sword shadow thrust out, only to change mid-way into several twisted and sinister sword moves.
Had the two not dodged in ti, they would have suffered a great loss.
Miriael giggled, just about to continue her pursuit, but her steps suddenly halted.
She tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion flashing across her face.
Over there... such a powerful Psyker fluctuation!
What's happening?
However, the Slaanesh Daemon Prince quickly understood what had happened.
The Warp covenant connection with Chaos Lord Malven had just been severed.
"How unfortunate, that Chaos Lord is dead?"
Combining this with the Psyker fluctuation she just felt, she realized what had transpired and chuckled, "That must be the Psyker who just left using Warp transmission, right?"
"This must be another one of your forr companions? Truly a powerful Psyker... it's just a pity her mind isn't quite right."
Miriael shook her head, letting out a series of sharp giggles, mocking them.
"If she had joined you in ganging up on , she might have posed so threat. But now it's different."
Her gaze maliciously scrutinized the Living Saint and Custodian before her, "In the previous battle, you both were poisoned by the blade of agony. Your bodies are already decaying, and your strength is far from what it was at the beginning. Even if that Psyker were to Warp-transmit back now, she couldn't threaten ."
"What a foolish choice."
After uttering her taunts, Miriael once again employed her Slaanesh-blessed ability to perceive emotions.
To Miriael's great satisfaction, this ti, the enemy's emotions were no longer as calm as before.
Living Saint Lucia remained relatively composed, treating Miriael's taunts as re background noise, her heart undisturbed, her holy will as steady as a rock.
However, a fleeting trace of doubt arose in Custodian Leonardo's heart due to these provocative words.
Although this doubt was imdiately extinguished and he wasn't enveloped by negative emotions, this discovery was enough to fill Miriael with joy.
However, the fly in the ointnt was that the Living Saint had the False Emperor's blessing, and the Imperial Guard Elite had never had a record of corruption, making them difficult to deal with.
If they were ordinary Imperial warriors, like Space Marines or Battle Sisters, the negative emotions festering in their hearts would definitely be influenced and amplified by the Slaanesh Daemon Prince's abilities. Once accumulated to a certain extent, it would lead to corruption, completely destabilizing them.
"I'm still not satisfied, let's continue our revelry!"
Miriael once again raised the blade of agony, striking an incredibly seductive sword stance, preparing to unleash another barrage of furious attacks.
But her massive daemonic body suddenly stiffened inexplicably.
Not only her, but also Lucia and Leonardo, who stood opposite her and should have seized this rare opening to continue their attack, simultaneously froze.
All three present clearly felt an entirely "abnormal" presence rapidly intensifying on the other side.
The Slaanesh Daemon Prince slowly turned her head, shifting her gaze.
Her eyes finally landed on the mortal who had been silently observing the battle from the doorway.
The "mortal's" appearance hadn't changed, he just stood there quietly, but the aura around him was no longer ignorable; instead, it had beco extrely conspicuous.
Sothing was violently fluctuating around him, carrying a sensation entirely different from the current reality of the universe.
It was as if... in a world that should only contain liquids, an unignorable solid object had suddenly been forcefully inserted, out of place, yet undeniably real and completely abnormal.
What was that?
At this very mont, Adam felt incredibly strange.
Since boarding this corrupted strike cruiser, they had collectively killed over a hundred Chaos Space Marines and a large number of Chaos Cultists.
The elite units among them, along with the Chaos Sorcerers killed, already possessed soul strengths far exceeding ordinary Astartes.
Coupled with the Chaos Lord, who possessed considerable psychic power and was ultimately killed by Sibylla, this finally t the last condition for advancent.
The requirent of souls equivalent to one hundred thousand people had now been successfully t.
"Heh, I thought I'd never be able to advance to this level in my life."
Adam murmured.
The power of his body's Reality Intensity was rapidly soaring under the augntation of various soul powers, like a massive bonfire, instantly crossing a chasm he had never dared to imagine.
His Hu Intensity incresed by 50%
"...Is this the power of a Level 3 Reality Warper?"
Adam extended his hand; a scorching plasma orb ford in his palm, then he slowly clenched his fist, making it vanish into nothingness. "This feeling is completely different from before."
From his current perspective, he could clearly sense the surrounding world exuding a kind of "malleability" like play-doh.
Unlike the weaker Level 2 Reality Warper.
A Level 3 Reality Warper experiences a qualitative leap in both their sphere of influence and the intensity of their abilities.
Nurous records regarding this instantly flashed through Adam's mind:
For example, a Level 3 Reality Warper codenad "Supersonic Girl" easily broke the sound barrier simply because she "wanted to run faster," and unconsciously warped a SCP Foundation researcher into the personality she imagined, simply by believing "that researcher was a good person";
Or, twisting her body into a miniature wormhole, a single roar could drive people within a thousand ters insane, rely believing in materialism could temporarily nullify all anomalies around her, and if she had even a slight thought of harming soone, that person would imdiately die due to reality collapse... (Note 2)
These are all things a Level 3 Reality Warper can achieve!
"What kind of psyker exactly are you... no, what deity are you?"
A voice broke Adam's contemplation.
He looked up to see that the previously arrogant Miriael had completely lost her exaggerated deanor, now slightly hunched, adopting an extrely tense offensive posture, entirely disregarding the two powerful enemies who had been fighting her at close quarters until now.
Adam's mischievous side erged, recalling his experience of being picked up by a certain Emperor.
He smiled faintly and replied calmly:
"I'm not a psyker, I'm far worse!
"And I am not a god; I am just an ordinary human from Terra."
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