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Chapter 73: The Twisted and Melted Clock

"I am Rogal Dorn."

Facing the questioning from the Genestealer leader, Zhou Yun kept a straight face and spoke seriously.

"How dare you use the Primarch's name?!"

The psychic flames in the eyes of the Genestealer Bishop seemed to solidify into substance, pouring out from the sky and completely filling up the narrow passage.

It was angry. The anger of the entire Genestealer race was condensed in it.
This shameful man in front of him deceived it, deceived the noble Four-Armed God Emperor,
He defiled the great sacrifice, blocked the patriarch's plan, and humiliated the faith in the Four-Armed Emperor.

What a shameless person! The clan leader has only one order, that he should be punished by the Four-Armed Divine Emperor.
For this reason, the clan leader gave it the hive will of the entire clan, which strengthened its psychic power to an unprecedented level.

The Genestealer leader took a step forward.
It opened its mouth slightly, and injected the great will of the entire tribe into the sound through psychic energy.

“Stand still!!!!”

The voice mixed with spiritual energy was amplified by the four missionaries' loudspeakers and echoed in the narrow corridor.
The bewitching voice pierced into everyone's ears like a worm, and drilled into their brains, wills and souls.

The huge will of the Genestealer tribe suddenly weighed down on Zhou Yun, Markit, and these plague zombies.
They all stood stiffly where they were, their minds captured by the will of the group.

The Genestealer Bishop sneered.

The powerful voice that infuses the will of the entire Genestealer race, no one can disobey.
The will of an individual can never be stronger than that of the group.
Even the unbeliever who called himself "Neos" froze in place, staring blankly at the Genestealer Bishop.

"You should commit suicide——————"

The bishop raised his voice, trying to use his voice to bewitch these heretics to commit suicide.

But suddenly, its psychic premonition suddenly reminded her that danger was approaching.

It instinctively reached out its hand and protected the missionary beside it.

Stab! ! ! !
Burning lasers shot out one after another.
The missionary who was protected by the Genestealer Bishop was shot into a charred corpse in the blink of an eye.

The Genestealer Bishop poked his head out with a look of horror.

Then more lasers were seen shooting out from the laser rifles floating beside Zhou Yun, and the blue light gathered into a torrent.
It quickly stretched out its hand and formed a psychic barrier.
The azure laser collided with the psychic barrier, causing a dazzling explosion in mid-air.

Through the psychic barrier, the Genestealer Bishop saw Zhou Yun shaking his head with a look of regret.

"I dodged it, thanks to me for acting so seriously." Zhou Yun said with a sigh.

The bewitching voice that infuses the will of the entire Genestealer race is indeed powerful.

It did indeed make Zhou Yun's body stiffen for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

The will of these Genestealers to come together is indeed strong.

But it was still not as good as the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eyes, and it was far less corrupt than Tzeentch's previous corruption.

Zhou Yun's spirit has long been tempered.

"She's only slightly stronger than Reina."

Zhou Yun nodded and said, pretending to be critical.

"How can you resist my bewitching voice?!"

The Genestealer Bishop was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Zhou Yun did not give it time to be shocked.

Zhou Yun's figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared behind the Genestealer Bishop, and his fist with the Superman glove quickly smashed into her back.
The Genestealer Bishop had no time to dodge.

But the eight Genestealer guards around them were incredibly fast.

They appeared beside Zhou Yun in the blink of an eye, almost like shadows.

Eight sharp and finely crafted long swords were unsheathed and stabbed at Zhou Yun's vital points at the same time.

Zhou Yun's hand holding the famous sword, Dian Guang Wan, followed suit, wielding the dagger in an almost inhuman manner.

The sound of swords clashing echoed in the corridor. It seemed as if Zhou Yun had eight famous swords at the same time. The electric pills simultaneously blocked the long swords of the Genestealer guards.

The Genestealer Guard's face under his hood was also full of confusion.
There was actually someone who could resist the simultaneous attack of eight of them by himself.

The Genestealer Bishop turned around in fear. She quickly released her psychic power to form layers of thick psychic shields, trying to block Zhou Yun's fist.
Bang! !

The fist collided with the psychic shield, and a sharp explosion sounded.
Cracks suddenly appeared on the psychic shield.

Zhou Yun's fist exerted a little force, and the shield shattered into pieces.

The thick layers of shields were shattered like thin paper in front of Zhou Yun's fist.
The gloved fist was in front of the Genestealer Bishop in the blink of an eye.
The pupils of the Genestealer Bishop suddenly contracted, overlapping with Zhou Yun's eyes.
A strong mental scream turned into an arrow and pierced into Zhou Yun's mind.

The bishop smiled triumphantly.

Even if the person in front of him has strong willpower enough to break free from the shackles of the bewitching voice,

What about the more direct, more intense mental scream that contains the collective will of most of the race?
Time was too short, and the Genestealer Bishop only had time to gather the will of half of the tribe together.
But at such a close distance, and with such a strong force, it was released suddenly, and there was no time to resist the spiritual scream.
This is enough to smash the man's brain into a ball of mud! !

The bishop's will penetrated directly into Zhou Yun's mind.

The twisted clocks hang in Zhou Yun's mind.

Those are clocks that are constantly twisting, melting, and beating like liquid.

Different sizes and shapes.

The Genestealer Bishop looked at this scene blankly, and looked at his essence standing at the center of Zhou Yun's mind.
It was a blurry blue figure, round and cute.

How can a person be like this in the sea of ​​souls?
The Genestealer Bishop had a bad feeling in his heart.

But no matter what, the will of an individual cannot transcend the group.

The Genestealer Bishop looked behind him.

Behind it, the wills of most of the entire Genestealer community gathered together, transforming into a series of figures that formed a mental scream.

I won.

The Genestealer Bishop thought so.
Then it saw the light,

Light,
In Zhou Yun's mind, a dazzling light golden light suddenly shone down from above.

Like a small sun hanging high in the sea of ​​his consciousness,

The Genestealer Bishop looked up in confusion.
It was able to see the angels,

A figure with white wings was floating in Zhou Yun's will, looking down at the Genestealer Bishop.

In the underground palace under the government building, the Genestealer leader suddenly let out a roar filled with anger and pain.

(End of this chapter)