Chương 3: Chapter 3: The Awakening of Psychic Powers
"Enjoy the pleasure!"
The Daemonette's claws slowly tore Eden's clothes, leaving thin, bloody scratches one after another.
She was toying with her prey, wanting him to die in extreme fear and torment.
For followers of Slaanesh, slaughter is also a form of pleasure.
Slaanesh's followers loved to host group orgies at gatherings, sharing the ultimate pleasures, but these often devolved into mutual slaughter.
When the hive enforcers arrived, they often couldn't find a single intact corpse, and sometimes bodies were even fused together.
They would tear the flesh off each other and swallow it in the ecstasy of their perverse rituals!
Eden knew that if nothing unexpected happened, the Daemonette in front of him would eviscerate and torture him to death!
But he still had a chance!
He had already called for help — all he needed to do was buy time.
Eden gritted his teeth and began to inch his way toward the bedroom door.
The Daemonette didn't mind, patiently leaving more and more scratches on his body, his blood dragging long trails across the floor.
Warhammer 40K is too hard! Even being a Planetary Governor isn't safe!
Eden clenched his teeth and kept moving; his chances of survival were growing. As long as he could hold on until the guards arrived, he might make it!
Finally, he reached the door and stretched out his hand to push it open, but all he felt was a cold wall.
An illusion?
Eden turned back to see the Daemonette blocking the way, a mocking expression in her hollow eye sockets.
She was laughing at him!
The illusion she had cast had led him into a dead end, and even if the guards arrived, his chances of survival were slim!
"You… can die now!"
The Daemonette had clearly had enough fun. She licked her claws and struck down viciously!
The claws slashed through the air, too fast for Eden to see clearly with the naked eye, and he didn't even have time to raise his hand in defense!
This strike would cut him in half!
Suddenly, Eden felt time slow down.
The Daemonette's claws became clearer in his vision, and he could even see the fine hairs on them.
Am I really going to die right after escaping?
Eden refused to accept this. He twisted his body, trying to avoid the vital areas.
As long as he could keep breathing, there would still be a chance!
With his strong will to survive, that familiar power from deep within his soul exploded once again.
Power surged forth instantly, and time seemed to freeze. The Daemonette's claws hovered in mid-air, unable to move.
At some point, a thin layer of frost had also formed on the ground.
Eden's eyes crackled with golden lightning, arcs of electricity surrounding his body, occasionally striking the ground.
"Finally, the power has arrived. I knew it, there's no way I could survive in Warhammer 40K without a cheat!"
Eden stood up, his cells rejoicing as his entire body and soul filled with electrical energy. His wounds gradually scabbed over and began to heal.
The feeling was incredible, though the faint whispers in the void were somewhat annoying.
Those were the calls from the Warp!
If he wasn't mistaken, he had awakened psychic powers, becoming a Psyker.
However, becoming a Psyker wasn't necessarily a good thing.
Psykers were considered a destabilizing factor in the Imperium, as they were extremely susceptible to corruption by the horrors of the Warp.
The Imperium constantly hunted and captured Psykers, sending them on the Black Ships of the Astra Telepathica to Holy Terra for testing.
Those who could resist corruption would serve the Imperium, while the unqualified ones would be sent to the Golden Throne to have their souls burned as fuel for the Emperor.
It was said that the Black Ships delivered a thousand Psykers every day to be consumed, sustaining the Astronomican.
This allowed the Imperium's Warp travel and communication networks to remain functional.
So Eden's situation as a Psyker wasn't exactly optimistic.
If his identity were exposed, even as a Planetary Governor, the Imperium would monitor him, and there was a chance he could be taken away on the Black Ships.
If he failed the test, he would be sent to the Golden Throne to serve the Emperor in death…
These thoughts flashed through Eden's mind before he snapped back to reality.
Now wasn't the time to worry about that — he had to deal with the Daemonette first!
"Die! Die!"
The Daemonette was furious that her prey had escaped. She roared and struggled, filled with a savage desire to kill!
She broke free of the restraints and charged at Eden, determined to tear this loathsome human to pieces and devour him bit by bit!
However, a fist crackling with golden lightning shot upward, striking her abdomen and sending her flying through the air, spitting out foul liquid.
"What are you thinking, sweetheart?" Eden followed up with another punch, smashing the Daemonette's face. "Stay down!"
The Daemonette's face twisted and deformed as she flew through the stained glass window and crashed onto the balcony, motionless.
"Is she dead?"
Eden didn't approach to check, wary of a final counterattack.
After all, he was still made of flesh and blood. A single well-placed spike could end his life.
His caution was justified, as the Daemonette was not dead yet.
She suddenly sprang up, her half-shattered skull glaring at him with intense malice, radiating a thick, chilling aura.
She had grown even stronger!
Alright, if that's how you want to play…
Just as Eden was about to engage in a life-or-death struggle, a commotion from outside caught his attention — the heavy footsteps of combat boots stomping on the ground.
He immediately halted and dissipated his psychic energy.
"Governor!"
Boom!
In the next moment, the bedroom door was smashed open.
Eden's most loyal Captain of the Guard, Carter Crowley, led a squad of fully armed guards into the room.
The guards each carried an Imperial-pattern boltgun, and they wore ceramite armor. Their physiques were far beyond that of normal men.
Trained to perfection, they instantly formed up around Eden, protecting him while aiming their boltguns at the Daemonette on the balcony.
Eden breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the Daemonette. "Finish…"
Boom!
Before he could finish, the guards had already pulled the triggers, their weapons flashing as bullets poured out.
The rounds crisscrossed in the air, tearing the Daemonette's body apart like a rag doll.
After the first volley, they reloaded and fired another round.
After two volleys of fire, Captain Carter quickly approached the Daemonette.
He drew his chainsword and vertically sliced through the Daemonette's head, sending flesh and blood flying.
Then Carter gave the corpse a mighty kick, sending the body and part of the marble railing tumbling off the balcony.
After dealing with the Daemonette, Carter turned and half-knelt before Eden, his determined face full of resolve.
"Governor, the heretic has been executed!"
As soon as he spoke, a dull thud echoed from below as the Daemonette's body hit the ground.
Eden looked toward the balcony, where a cool breeze blew in through the broken window.
Bathed in moonlight, the blood-splattered balcony and bedroom resembled the scene of a brutal crime.
These guys are pretty tough…
Eden studied the guards. It seemed they had undergone some form of enhancement, as their physiques far exceeded those of normal men.
Captain Carter's figure was particularly impressive, easily over two meters tall, with a muscular build.
Genetic enhancements?
Their size was almost comparable to that of a Space Marine. This family was definitely something…
The guards exchanged uneasy glances, thinking their Governor was about to reprimand them, and bowed their heads in silence.
"Very good, excellent spirit. You've done well!"
Eden nodded approvingly, pulling Carter up and patting him on the shoulder, making the captain a little flustered.
Brutality is good, brutality is exactly what we need!
In this world, plagued by Chaos, only real tough men could hold the line.
Eden's fear had completely vanished — he had realized something important!
All fear stems from insufficient firepower.
He needed to grow his power, build armies, and send out endless legions to cover all his enemies in devastating firepower!
Slaanesh, right? I'll remember this. One day, I'll have my revenge on you!
Just as Eden's thoughts drifted, a nervous voice interrupted him.
"By the Emperor, are you alright, my lord?"
Bayev Cotton, the Grant family's senior steward, rushed into the room, looking worried.
As Eden's confidant, Bayev managed all the affairs and personnel of the royal court.
He even helped with some governmental matters, a man with significant responsibilities.
Bayev's eyes briefly flicked to the faint frost still lingering on the ground, and he furrowed his brow slightly.
(End of Chapter)
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