Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Chapter 584 Tina's Soulless Domain

"Ahhh!" Tina raised her hand slightly and took off the suppressor on her body.

The psychic who was originally flashing with dazzling psychic lightning all over his body suddenly lost all his light. Those violent and raging psychic lightning seemed to be wiped out in an instant by an invisible big hand and disappeared without a trace.

This sudden change made him open his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief and astonishment. However, this astonishment only lasted for a moment, and then he felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort surge into his heart like a tide.

The discomfort was so severe that he had no time to react and his body collapsed to the ground involuntarily.

He held his head tightly with both hands and let out a painful howl that echoed throughout the corridor.

And it wasn't just him. The psychics in other corridors around him seemed to be affected by some mysterious force. They fell to the ground one after another and began to let out shrill wails.

For a moment, the entire corridor was filled with screams one after another, which was creepy.

At this moment, these psychics were like fish caught on the shore, twisting their bodies desperately, trying to absorb even a trace of oxygen from the air.

Their faces turned pale as paper from the extreme lack of oxygen, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. Some people even disregarded their appearance and frantically tore at their collars, desperate to breathe in a little fresh air.

This was the first time that everyone experienced such intense discomfort. Even when they were being hunted by the Sisters of Silence, they only lost the ability to use their psychic powers.

However, this kind of experience that made it difficult for everyone to breathe was the first time, and it was the first time they felt such a terrifying soulless area, which was unimaginable to everyone.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Tina took steady and powerful steps, slowly walking towards the psychic who fell first.

With every step she took forward, the psychic's wails became more miserable, as if Tina's footsteps carried an invisible pressure, making his breathing increasingly difficult.

As Tina gradually approached, the psychic's body began to tremble uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and despair, as if he saw the god of death walking towards him step by step.

However, in the blink of an eye, Tina, who was originally clearly in his eyes, seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, and disappeared completely from his sight in an instant.

It was as if Tina had never appeared in this world. Such a sudden and strange scene left him dumbfounded and in disbelief.

But at the same time, the extremely subtle sound of Tina's footsteps kept echoing in his ears like a devilish sound.

Every step was like the whisper of death beside him, bringing endless fear and trembling, making him shudder.

Although he was filled with fear, he could not find the real source of the dangerous aura, nor could he see Tina.

It was not until this moment that the psychic woke up from his dream and felt deep regret.

He never expected that the group of people in front of him would be the terrifying existence that specifically restrained psychics - the Soulless.

Why would he be so reckless as to provoke such a group of terrifying evildoers? He was really asking for trouble!

"Ahhh! I know I was wrong. Please, sir, have mercy on me and spare my life!"

The psychic cried out at the top of his lungs, while enduring the extreme discomfort in his body, and crawled towards the direction of the other four Inquisition Guards.

He fell to his knees with a thud, and then banged his head against the iron-hard floor repeatedly, making dull and miserable noises, while he kept begging bitterly:

"I really won't dare to do it again. I beg you, sir, to be magnanimous and have mercy on me and let me go like a trivial fart!"

The psychic's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He opened his mouth wide and begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

At the same time, he used his trembling and blood-stained hands to support his body with difficulty, moving inch by inch towards the direction of the Judgment Guards.

Every few steps he took, he would use all his strength to bang his forehead heavily on the hard ground, making a clear and loud kowtow. This kowtow echoed all around, like a cry of fear and despair from his heart.

Under the shadow of death, this psychic no longer cared about his dignity and image. At this moment, he was like an extremely devout believer, worshiping the supreme god in his heart with the most humble and respectful attitude.

He kowtowed again and again, his movements mechanical and persistent, and he slowly crawled towards the direction of the Judgment Guards, kowtowed step by step.

"Bang!" Suddenly a dull crash was heard. It turned out that the psychic who was crawling desperately bumped into Tina's leg because of his obstructed vision and high mental tension.

The impact was so powerful that the psychic felt dizzy for a moment.

However, only a moment later, the psychic realized that he had bumped into the real person. So, he endured the pain and slowly raised his scarred head with great difficulty, looking towards Tina's position with horror.

"Sir, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong! Please have mercy on me and spare my life!" The psychic burst into tears and begged bitterly.

Tina lowered her head slightly and looked down at the disheveled psychic at her feet with an expressionless face.

Her beautiful yet icy face showed no trace of pity. Then, she stretched out her hand and easily lifted the psychic up like a chicken.

Then she raised the other person's head to the level of her eyes and stared at him with extremely cold eyes, as if she was examining an insignificant object.

Just as the psychic was easily lifted into the air by Tina, his terrified head seemed to have lost control. He kept looking left and right, eager to capture Tina's exact location.

At the same time, from his mouth, which was twisted and deformed by extreme panic, came out a continuous stream of extremely shrill and horrifying wails and screams, interspersed with desperate pleas for mercy.

Tina stared expressionlessly at the trembling psychic in her palm, her eyes as cold as ice, without a trace of pity:

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? You were blaming all the blame on us. Why are you so embarrassed now? Where has your previous arrogance and domineering spirit gone?"