pertwk Chapter 53 Wild Psionicists
Chapter 53 Wild Psionicists
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Under the flickering emergency lights of the corridor.
Several thugs who were about to storm the alloy door to the basement stopped in their tracks.
Their cloudy eyes reflected Mary's figure.
"Child of the Stars—Obstacles, Die!"
A thug dressed in oil-stained overalls let out an inhuman roar.
He raised a solid iron crowbar high and lunged at the woman who was swaying precariously in front of him.
"Get out of here."
Mary murmured.
No actual contact occurred.
The thug froze when he was three meters away from Mary.
He crashed into an invisible wall of air.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of bones cracking rang out in rapid succession.
Without any external force, his body began to collapse and twist inward.
His elbow broke in the reverse direction, piercing the skin;
His spine twisted like a pretzel;
His eyeballs could not withstand the sudden increase in pressure inside his skull and burst open as two clouds of blood mist.
What's most terrifying is his brain.
The grayish-white substance was instantly boiled by the microwave, and mixed with fresh blood, it meandered out from the seven orifices.
"thump."
The corpse, twisted into a mass of rotten flesh, slammed heavily onto the metal floor.
The mob around them, caught in a frenzy, came to a uniform halt.
As a puppet manipulated by the will of the gene-stealer race.
They should have been deprived of the emotion called "fear".
But at this moment.
The biological instincts ingrained deep within their mutated genes began to tremble violently.
It is the physiological panic experienced by a creature at the bottom of the food chain when it encounters a top predator in this confined space.
This is a violent, chaotic force, filled with a primal desire for destruction.
It is wild psionic energy that has not been tamed by the Holy Terra and has not been selected by the Golden Throne.
Mary ignored the trembling ants.
Guided by countless purple threads, she walked step by step toward the basement.
With each step she takes, the surrounding wall lamps shatter due to the excessive energy load.
A layer of white frost, emanating a chill, quickly spread across the wall.
The gravitational field around her was briefly disrupted.
The rubble, bullet casings, and blood droplets on the ground defied the laws of physics and slowly floated into the air.
It then turned to dust in a terrifying frequency tremor.
She's going to end it all.
The underground laboratory is on the verge of collapse.
"Advisor, we can't stop them! These lunatics! They've blocked the ventilation ducts with corpses!"
Buck's scarred face was covered in blood, and the barrel of the explosive gun in his hand was red and hot, emitting a burnt smell.
Only two of his personal guards remained.
Ammunition is exhausted.
He was preparing to draw his chainsaw sword for a final hand-to-hand combat.
Rowe stood in the shadows, gripping the laser pistol tightly in his hand, his thumb pressed firmly against the safety switch.
The distress signal was sent out ten minutes ago.
In theory, if we hold on a little longer, we should be able to get reinforcements.
It was at this moment that Lo Wei was surprised to find that he seemed to have tinnitus.
All the noise came to an abrupt halt.
The thugs, who were frantically ramming the alloy door, froze in place like machines whose power had been cut off.
Immediately afterwards, a suffocating chill surged in from the end of the corridor.
It pierced through the thick protective suit in an instant.
It acts directly on the soul, slowing down one's thinking.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of bare feet stepping on the metal floor was very clear.
Mary came in.
Her hospital gown was tattered and covered in dust and dark red bloodstains.
Her hair floated and danced weightlessly behind her head.
Centered on her, the surrounding air appeared distorted, and the light was greedily swallowed up.
"Ms. Mary?" Buck exclaimed in surprise.
Luo Wei, on the other hand, was under a lot of alarm.
The burnt smell of static electricity, the distortion of light.
And there were countless whispers in my ears, barely audible—
He knew all too well what this meant.
Psychic Awakening!
Still on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
The most dangerous and uncontrollable wild psionicists!
Mary didn't even glance at them.
She walked straight to the cracked explosion-proof glass and fixed her gaze on the petri dish inside.
In her psychic vision, the pureblood fetus suspended in the nutrient solution was no longer a living entity.
Instead, it was a constantly wriggling mass of purple flesh.
It was covered with countless greedy mouths, frantically sucking the life force from the entire granary.
It was laughing, emitting a sharp, vicious laugh like a baby.
It was mocking her stupidity.
They mocked her dead husband.
"You are not my child."
Two streams of bloody tears rolled down Mary's cheeks.
"You have eaten my hope."
"You are—a demon."
She stretched out her pale hand and gently grasped the bulletproof glass through the void.
"Snap!"
Special polymer glass, capable of withstanding direct fire from heavy explosive guns, is instantly deconstructed at the molecular level, turning into a shower of crystalline powder.
The alarm immediately went off.
The fifth-generation purebred fetus, suspended in the nutrient solution, sensed impending doom.
It struggled to open its enormous eyes and let out a piercing scream.
It tried to mobilize its still-developing psychic energy to control the crazy woman in front of it.
But its power is too immature.
Faced with the psionic storm that Mary unleashed in despair, grief over the loss of her husband and son.
The monster was powerless to resist.
Mary casually picked up a shard of glass that was floating in the air.
She pounced on her.
Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest maternal instinct, there was only pure, vengeful pleasure.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing soft flesh was dull yet clear.
A shard of glass pierced the fetus's large head.
Then the heart, then the abdomen.
Once, twice, three times.
Purple blood splattered on Mary's pale face, mingling with her blood and tears.
The baby's screams stopped abruptly.
For an instant.
A network of ethnic will hanging over the seventh granary.
It collapsed instantly.
The raging thugs outside the door immediately collapsed to the ground.
He clutched his head in bewilderment, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
With the death of the fifth-generation pureblood offspring, the last thread supporting Mary's sanity finally snapped.
The immense and violent spiritual energy within her had lost its outlet.
It began to radiate indiscriminately in all directions.
"Ahhhhh!"
Mary tilted her head back and let out a scream of extreme pain.
A purple energy storm is forming around her.
The precision instruments in the laboratory burst into sparks.
The hard metal walls, like candles scorched by high temperatures, began to soften and flow.
The air was so heavy it was suffocating.
The gravity parameters have completely lost their constancy.
Luo Wei felt his internal organs being kneaded and squeezed by an invisible force.
Even if the lungs expand desperately, they cannot inhale even a single drop of oxygen.
His right hand was still resting on the grip of the laser pistol.
But the mere few centimeters it would take to draw the gun was now completely immobile.
The nerve signals were interrupted during transmission by the violent psionic field.
His body completely betrayed his will.
This is a true reflection of how mortals are in the face of psychic power.
In this hopeless universe, sometimes what destroys you is not your enemy, but your own people who have lost control.
However, the psionic storm, powerful enough to distort steel, unexpectedly split as it swept around the bodies of Rowe and the others.
It's like a rushing river encountering a reef.
Guided by their subconscious, the raging energy deliberately avoided their vital points.
Mary has gone mad, she's out of control.
However, deep within her shattered consciousness, a few primal perceptions remained:
Loewe is not an enemy.
Mary's insignificant subconscious influence unexpectedly saved Rowe's life.
Luo Wei quickly calmed down.
Because he knew very well that was enough.
All he needs is this chance and this time.
Within the vast and cold administrative logic of the empire, the planetary governor has only two core responsibilities:
First, pay tithes on time and in full, whether it be grain, minerals, or soldiers.
Second, like hounds, they constantly sniff out psionic fluctuations on the planet and hunt down any unregistered psionics.
Then they were sent aboard the Black Ship as another form of tithe offered to the Holy Terra.
As a first-level agricultural planet, Abundance II would naturally have a Star Speaker at the top of the Governor's Mansion.
To a sensitive Star Speaker, Mary's unreserved burst of psychic energy just now was quite noticeable.
In the perspective of subspace, it's like a supernova suddenly rising in the pitch-black night.
It was blinding and deafening.
This is the seventh agricultural district, underground in the eastern granary.
It is only a hundred kilometers away from the Governor's Spire.
Governor Alicia must have received the Star Speaker's alert and will take action immediately.
The support arrived faster than Rowe had anticipated.
Only about a few minutes later.
A silver light suddenly shone from the shadowy corner of the laboratory.
It precisely sliced through the raging purple storm.
The light was not dazzling, but it exuded a cold sense of order.
"In the name of Holy Terra, silence!"
A dignified female voice rang out.
A figure appeared outside the door.
Lilith, the head of the guards at the Governor's Palace.
She removed the glove from her right hand, revealing a golden rune tattoo covering her entire arm.
The mark left by the Imperial Inquisition.
This is both a constraint and a permission.
She is a "Punisher" certified by the Holy Terra.
Lilith, her face grave, strode over to Mary, who was on the verge of collapse.
Ignore the raging energy flow around them.
A hand covered in runes pressed heavily onto Mary's forehead.
"Imprisonment".
The golden runes lit up instantly, transforming into chains that burrowed into Mary's brain.
The raging purple threads quickly retreated and dissipated.
The purple flames in Mary's eyes gradually died out.
She rolled her eyes and slumped softly into Lilith's arms.
The surrounding gravity returned to normal.
Floating pebbles fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Lilith staggered back a step, her face as pale as paper.
Clearly, suppressing a rampaging wild psionicist was a huge drain on her energy.
"According to Imperial law, she should be executed on the spot on any planet, or sent to the Black Ships. But she just saved us. If the fetus were taken by the Genestealers cult, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Lilith's expression was solemn as she continued, "Scribe, I will take her away. The Governor's Mansion has special cages for 'dangerous items.' If she can pass the loyalty test, perhaps she can become a useful weapon, just like me—"
Luo Wei was panting heavily.
He finally exhaled the pent-up breath that had been stuck in his chest.
He put the laser pistol back into its holster.
He straightened his slightly disheveled collar and resumed his cold, indifferent demeanor as a clerk.
"This is the optimal solution, Captain."