Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 551 06.0550: "'Certified' Star Talker"

"Change of plans."

Ravenor picked up another glass of finely brewed Amacia, a tithe paid to the Imperial Navy from another sunny agricultural world in Ultramar.

This tax was also known as "blood and wine" in the empire. The blood tax replenished the contract workers, and the wine tax replenished the morale of the officers and soldiers.

"This girl's psychic talent is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. She is a controllable Alpha-level psychic."

"Controllable Alpha level?" Horatio's eyes turned strange.

"That's right. And according to my experiments, her performance is more stable when you are around."

Horatio's eyes rolled around.

[Could it be that my 'Psychic Attunement' can stabilize the psychic?]
He thought about how, as long as he was next to Farida, her untouchable qualities would be weakened a lot, making her less disgusting to ordinary people, but she would still be powerful against the creatures of the warp.

Clarence glanced at Horatio calmly with a 'you do have a secret' look.

He noticed it immediately, and then didn't think about it any further.

“I don’t care what secrets you have, Captain, as a rising hero of the Empire you have the right to hold secrets.

However, are you interested in accepting a controllable Alpha-class illegal psychic on board as a test? Of course, Thei and the military supervisors of your ship's supervisory department will keep an eye on her. "

"Even if Thei can turn a blind eye, the Military Supervisory Committee will not let off illegal psychics. Think carefully, Inquisitor. Their loyalty is clear to all, and I don't want to make things difficult for them."

"What if I have transformed this illegal psychic into a legal psychic through dressing and forgery? In fact, this kind of procedure is common in the Inquisition."

"In other words, you forged the certifications of the Star Torch Court and the Star Language Hall?"

“Your choice of words is really harsh.

I need to correct that this is me, as the throne's agent, choosing a better way to serve the Emperor's currency. After all, the old-fashioned Astronomican Court would only push this girl into the Astronomican and burn her to death out of blind fear and dogmatic "just in case."

The Inquisitor calmly drank a whole cup of Amashaik. "Of course, I'm not saying I have to force anything on you. If you really don't need it, I'll continue to use it. It's really useful. It can directly communicate with psychic energy under the electromagnetic interference of the Tau Empire, which is so strong that it will burn the motherboard of all imperial electronic equipment. I think you have experienced the pain of complete communication loss.

I just think that if she could stay with you, she might be able to master this power better. Although some people call this gift a "blessing", it is a heresy in the Inquisition, but I don't care about the form because I am a psyker myself."

"Are you sure she's okay?"

"Not sure. Anyway, at least it's fine for me to use it now. She's very obedient. As a psychic, I taught her many techniques to control this power, and she has indeed gradually mastered these techniques.

However, I must admit that there is some empathy in this proposal as a fellow psychic, but this girl's talent is not only unique to me, but also rare even in the empire."

"I have to think about it. Where is she?"

"The Forbidden Demonic Domain of the Epic."
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The 'Forbidden Demon Realm' is a place on the Imperial warship for astropaths to train their psychic powers.

It is made of special materials, and it is said that the ashes of untouchables were mixed into the walls during casting.

Its bulkheads are covered with sacred inscriptions that prevent the psychic power inside from leaking out, allowing legitimate psychics of the Imperial Navy, such as the Astropaths, to practice supreme power.

"Even if you are the inquisitor, I still want to warn you not to ship anything onto my ship!" Horatio frowned and warned righteously.

If something unexpected happened, such a powerful psyker could easily turn a battleship into a subspace rift, let alone the Epic which is only 2.2 kilometers in size.

"Sorry, sorry. Time is of the essence, Captain. Besides, nothing will go wrong under proper and scientific containment. As a senior psyker, I guarantee it."

After Horatio scolded him harshly, he was too lazy to say anything else. If something really happened, the Iron Hand's Omen Fragment would not sit idly by.

After all, he is Iron Hand's 'master'. If his master dies, Iron Hand will be finished.

The heavy hatch slowly opened with Horatio's authorization. This was part of the newly added one kilometer. The previous Epic did not need to reserve a specific area for psychics to practice.

The sleeping girl was floating in a liquid tank, with two sets of thick nerve plugs connected to the back of her head. Horatio knew that the thicker the thing was, the stronger the power of the psychic was.

"But the Epic is indeed short of a chief astropath now. They will send someone over from Holy Terra. Since Lati told me not to use the subspace jump for the time being, let's forget about it for now. It can wait." The chief astropath is both the psychic communication transmitter on the battleship and the captain's personal 'psychic phone'. They are often the strongest in astropathic transmission ability and psychic power on the battleship.

When the Navigator's perception of the subspace is not strong enough, the Chief Astropath also assists the Navigator family in understanding the light of the Astronomican.

After all, some say that they can communicate directly with the One on the Golden Throne.

Gurgle gurgle.

As Horatio entered the chamber, the solution in the tank was gradually emptied.

laugh!
The hatch slowly opened, and the sleeping girl opened her pair of mysterious and eye-catching heterochromatic eyes, one of which was red, just like the one carved out of the Machine Soul Girl on the Epic.

"It's you." The girl called out, with a familiar feeling in her unfamiliar tone.

Horatio's pupils flickered with disbelief.

[Why... does she look like the Epic Machine Soul Girl?]
"You are the daughter of a baker and his wife."

Horatio replied calmly, but the girl's eyes remained calm.

But when she was freed from the restraints of the neuralgia, her expression suddenly trembled.

His eyes changed again, becoming clear and bright.

"That...big brother?" the girl called out.

Horatio blinked, recovering from his disbelief.

"Yeah." He replied a little dully, "Long time no see."

"Thank you, big brother. If it weren't for you and that sister, I might have died." The girl walked towards him with her white feet on the floor.

"You look healthy." Horatio reached out and touched the girl's head.

"I tell you, it's amazing." Clarence Ravenore said with a crooked smile.

Horatio sighed. "Well, I can keep her on this ship. But..."

"Don't worry too much. The certification from the Star Torch Court and the documents from the Star Tongue Hall that I "provided" are very formal and ordinary. You and I are the only ones who know that she is an Alpha-level psyker."

"Although my ship is indeed missing an astropath, she seems too small."

"I can do it, Captain." The girl's heterochromatic eyes blinked and she said, her tone returning to that of the Machine Soul Girl, as if there were two souls squeezed in this small body.

Although Horatio did not understand the connection between psychic energy and machine soul, he could feel that there was a strange and powerful power hidden deep in her small body.

This power is not even something that can be controlled by the current 'Psychic Attunement'.

He would use the extra skill points here when he got them in the future. He really needed to consider upgrading his Psychic Synchrony.

"Then I'll leave her to you, Captain." Clarence Ravenno turned and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"The Inquisitor is very busy. There are hundreds of operations of all sizes waiting for me to complete. Goodbye, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. Perhaps we will meet again soon."

"Good luck."

"You too." The Inquisitor waved his hand casually with his back to Horatio. "I sent you a psyker. Do you mind if I take a bottle of Amachaic wine with me?"

"Please help yourself." Horatio smiled helplessly.

(End of this chapter)