Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 31 "Purification"

However, after knowing Russell's predictive ability, a doubt lingering in Milak's heart has also been reasonably explained:

How did this psyker in front of him, whose body was no different from that of a mortal and not wearing any power armor, perfectly destroy the attacks launched by the commandos twice successively?
It should be noted that, except for the accompanying Sisters of Silence, all members of this commando team are elite Astartes from the Repenting Fire Chapter.

As a biological weapon designed by the human emperor himself, the body of the Astartes monk has undergone 18 surgical transformations, implanted with various superhuman organs, and all bodily functions, including brain analysis and neural response capabilities, are far superior to humans.

They are the Emperor's angels of death, and angels are beyond the reach of mortals.

Even a powerful psyker, with the nervous system of an ordinary human being, would never have any time to react to the joint raid launched by multiple space fighters at the same time.Psionic spells are casted inorganically, and will only be caught and killed at close quarters.

But Russell is not, he reacted, twice.

Twice, he successfully blocked their attacks with a lightning storm just before the attack was about to succeed. Even without aiming, the violent electric current directly washed the entire Throne Hall.

How could a mortal's reaction be faster than an Astartes' attack?
Such a speed cannot be explained at all, unless he predicted the Astartes' actions in advance, and decided to counterattack before being attacked... As a result, he really knew how to predict.

Psychic, it's amazing.

"...You claim that the future me will give you some kind of vital help, let me be curious, what exactly is this so-called 'help'?" Mirak's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, and there was a bit of vigilance in his eyes.

"Curiosity is not a good habit." Russell politely declined his inquiry.

Milak wisely did not continue to ask, but at this moment, a think tank suddenly said:
"Perhaps you are right. The battle moon will be completely swallowed by chaos after the death of the orc warlord, but—even if we don't kill it, the flame of life of this orc is already a dying candle in the wind, and it may go out by itself at any time."

The Sister of Silence standing next to Mirak was silent.

The treasure that the emperor asked for - "The Last Bao" has been polluted by chaos, and the will of the god emperor has not been implemented. She, who is extremely ashamed because she cannot complete the task entrusted by the lord of mankind, is ready to die here.

So you guys are really extreme... Russell was amazed at this group of people.

"...Indeed, even if you don't do it, its death will only happen sooner or later. And Bao has been polluted, and your mission is doomed to fail from the very beginning." Russell said, holding the Huntress Blade with one hand, and stabbing the silver-gray blade into the Flesh Throne covered with blood vessels and tree roots:
"In that case, the things are already dirty anyway, and you don't want to take them, so can I take them away? I think they should still be usable after washing them."

"What are you doing—"

A think tank was shocked by Russell's actions. This sudden change made him exclaim in alarm, but he froze in place as soon as he uttered half a sentence.

If it weren't for the fully enclosed helmet on his head, the other combat brothers present would have seen the distorted look of fear on the face of this resolute and unyielding psychic Astarte.

From the perspective of the psyker, at the moment Russell stabbed the blade, an abyss-like horror of nothingness was centered on Russell's body, spreading in all directions.

It was a "void," a void of nothingness.

As the void unfolds, nothingness spreads.The whispers of the warp that echoed eternally in this throne room suddenly became stagnant, indistinct, and slowly faded away.

After Russell's death, the vicious abscesses and flesh distortions that grew on the surface of the Dreadnought quickly faded and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only pitted and deep scars on the body.

The tentacles and twisted flesh protruding from the wall are shrinking and withering, the filthy soup covering the ground is evaporating, and even the blood vessels and tree roots growing on the throne are wriggling and gradually disappearing, or being swallowed.

With the Huntress Blade in Russell's hand as the center, where his power unfolds, everything related to the subspace is swallowed by the void and decomposed into the purest nothingness.

Perhaps, this can be called a "purification".

However, Russell's "purification" process of chaos pollution is not the slightest bit sacred, even distorted.

In essence, he is driving something more terrifying than chaos to devour and disintegrate the filth that leaks from the warp into reality.It is even more blasphemy than space evil, and even more indescribable than chaos evil god.

Several think tanks froze in place, their bodies trembling slightly.

Perhaps they should be thankful that their psychic cultivation is not as exquisite as the female prophetess Alexi and her disciples, and they can only vaguely see a hazy shadow of nothingness through the barrier of reality. Coupled with the strong psychological quality of the Astartes monks, they did not have a nervous breakdown when they glimpsed the "empty".

Even so, everyone, including the Silent Sister, had the same feeling at this moment: if Russell hadn't deliberately avoided it, even their souls would be swallowed and disintegrated by this terrifying void.

The left hand of the Dreadnought Mech, which was loaded with a heavy flamethrower and a large-caliber machine gun, slowly fell down. Even through layers of armor, Russell could still see the ghost-like expression on the face of this veteran buried deep in the mecha sarcophagus.

Generally speaking, there is absolutely no possibility of saving people and machines polluted by chaos. In his long life, he has also witnessed two miracles in which chaos was expelled and pollution was purified, but those two miracles were performed by the living saints of the emperor.

Besides, Russell standing in front of him was covered in mist. Not only did he look unholy, but he also acted like a heretic. He suspected that this guy could not even recite the Emperor's hymn.

"Forgive me, that kind of hymn is too nasty to read." Russell shook his head.

Mirak silently clenched his bolter and chainsword tightly.

His brows were tightly frowned. As the oldest fighter besides the holy and fearless among the personnel present, his experience was not insignificant.

After witnessing the terrifying scene that could be called a miracle, Mirak involuntarily connected the empty area around Russell without any psychic energy with the confusing and strange things he had seen in a distant battle.

"Exorcism Death Zone...?"

"I didn't expect you to know about the death zone of exorcism. If I remember correctly, it should be in the 39K period. The undead should not have awakened yet. Where did you know..." Russell thought for a while but couldn't figure out why, so he smiled: "Well, it's pretty close, but unfortunately, it's not."

While speaking, the surrounding area has been completely cleared, and the throne room seems to have been scarred like a layer of flesh and blood, revealing the random piles of metal structures and crudely connected energy transmission cables inside.

Only the unlucky orc warlord whose body had been hollowed out remained on the steel throne that had been stripped of flesh and blood. The abscesses and rotten spots on his body had disappeared, replaced by bone-seeking wounds all over his body. Fortunately, such injuries were nothing to the strong orc.

It's just that Bao, a humanoid creature made of tree roots, still hugged it tightly, and a few flexible roots penetrated deeply into the chest and abdomen of the orc warlord.

The psychic mist on Russell's face squirmed slightly, and he pulled the Huntress Blade out of Bao's body, pointing the blade at the head of the orc warlord.

"Excuse me? The bugs are coming, I'm in a hurry."

(End of this chapter)