The bridge was quiet. No! The bridge was deathly silent!
Van Roth, who was about to interrogate Bayer, froze in place, and the crowd around them who heard these words fell instantly into dead silence.
To be honest, being a Psyker in this galaxy is really not a good thing.
Bruno even recalled the 'Psyker batteries' he had seen earlier with Sith at the Omiya Astropathic Choir, and a chill ran down his spine.
But the person Bayer was asking right now was Sith, a master who bore the blessings of the Chaos Gods and could rub Abaddon's face against the surface of a warship.
Although they had never heard of 'gaining Psyker abilities later in life,' since it was Bayer who said it, they didn't doubt it for a second.
They only subconsciously thought that if Sith truly awakened as a Psyker, it would mean a new Mortal demigod would be born in the galaxy.
Unlike those Warp entities whose power is greatly diminished once they leave the Warp, Sith would become a true 'god' of the material universe!
Van Roth's heavy breathing was the first to break the deathly silence on the bridge.
Then, this breathing seemed to be contagious, instantly spreading throughout the bridge.
Even Sith, standing above, set aside his dissatisfaction with the massive trouble Bayer had caused him and looked at Bayer seriously.
Although outsiders couldn't tell, a violent storm was raging in the depths of Sith's heart.
Because he thought of two words more than anyone else... 'A hundredfold!'
Even swallowing hard, Sith could no longer maintain a calm expression; he lowered his head slightly and slowly spat out four words:
'A, hundred, fold, Psyker...'
Seeing that even Sith had a grave expression, a flash of smugness crossed Bayer's eyes.
Because this was the umpteenth time he had swindled his 'teammate'.
Although he wasn't lying—relying on the Necron relic in his possession, he could indeed make someone awaken as a Psyker later in life—he had truly never seen anyone survive the awakening process.
But now, looking at Sith before him, after scanning him repeatedly, his mouth slowly curled into a grin, his eyes staring straight at Sith, and he extended a dark red tongue to lick his lips.
Bayer's partner, and also a test subject on his operating table!
The atmosphere on the bridge was eerie, and everyone was waiting for an opportunity to break the silence.
And just as everyone watched Sith finally straighten up to speak, the one to break the silence came from outside the ship.
Macro-cannons, Gauss, Warp energy.
The artillery fire from the Imperial Fleet, the Necrons, and the Chaos fleet actually struck the ship at the same time.
Massive tremors accompanied by flashing red lights and piercing alarms instantly turned the bridge into a boiling pot.
Sith snapped back to reality. Too busy to pay attention to Bayer, who also wore a look of regret below, Sith turned his head to look at the projection in the center of the bridge.
At this moment, beside his small cluster of fleet blips were three dense, blinding red clusters that gathered together like giant whales.
Compared to them, his own small cluster was like a little fish waiting to be hunted.
And what was worse was that he, the little fish, was being hunted by all three of them.
'Retreat immediately and open up distance. All warships, withdraw behind my flagship as much as possible.'
Sith hurriedly stood at the command station and gave the order. The crew below immediately began to bustle, while Van Roth stared at Bayer and, with a full twenty members of the Blackwatch, escorted him to the other side.
Looking at these Blackwatch, who clearly looked like Mortals but exerted a pressure on him far more exaggerated than the Astartes, Bayer rarely chose not to pull any tricks.
Sith's fleet began to rapidly increase the distance. At the same time, Sith glanced at the projection and the void outside the porthole. After closing his eyes to sense for a moment, he reopened them with a furrowed brow.
Because the eyes that had been constantly watching Sith had finally changed from seven pairs to six.
'The God-Emperor has finally bypassed those six.'
Sith sighed inwardly. It was precisely because the God-Emperor had finally found an opportunity to seek out Guilliman that the Chaos Gods had immediately used every means to intensify their offensive against Sith.
They all hoped to seize this final opportunity to force Sith completely into opposition with the Empire.
In fact, no one knew what the Chaos Gods had done, but the Imperial Fleet was indeed the most aggressive of the three parties.
The Imperial Fleet was almost ignoring the fire from the other two sides, intent on blowing Sith to pieces.
Not only were dense macro-cannons and Light Lances constantly striking the shields, but a large number of frigates and destroyers also forcibly charged through the fire nets of the other three sides, approaching Sith's strike cruiser to conduct large-scale boarding actions.
Facing the waves constantly rippling on the void shields before him and the dense red dots of boarding parties on the hull, Sith could only organize a counterattack while retreating as much as possible.
Fortunately, the three opposing sides were not of one mind. When they were close enough to each other, a fierce melee began to break out between them.
In the void at this moment, there were actually over a thousand warships, desperately pouring firepower at each other within a web of countless shells, beams, and Light Lances.
A few fighters passed through the disintegrating hulls of debris-scattering ships, crossed paths with incoming and outgoing boarding craft, and then, braving the sky-filling close-in fire, turned into balls of crashing flames.
While the three sides were pouring fire at each other, almost none of them had forgotten the main goal of their trip.
The Empire needed to hunt down the traitor, Vashtorr wanted to reclaim the fragments, and the Necrons wanted Bayer to die a horrible death.
So much so that even though the three sides were fighting tooth and nail, they still poured more and fiercer firepower onto Sith's tiny fleet.
Even with Sith holding the line in front, the fleet behind, consisting mainly of frigates and destroyers, began to be blown to pieces one after another.
The crew members on board and the newly recruited soldiers were swept into the void in terror, mixing with the wreckage to become an ocean of human bodies.
Then a violent explosion occurred, shockwaves surged through the void, and Sith stood on the bridge, watching the rolling corpses blowing toward the porthole like waves.
The vast majority were human, mixed with quite a few mutated crew members.
Then came the Astartes and Necron skeletons, also swept along, constantly 'thumping' against the porthole.
Sith tore his attention away from the ocean of corpses that was quickly forming, turning instead to the center of the battle, where a Necron Tomb Ship was using exaggerated Gauss weapons to tear an Imperial battleship, which had been attempting to charge toward Sith, in half.
At the same time, it kept pouring fire at the Ark of Omen, both sides causing massive explosions and scattering debris on each other's hulls.
Then there were the boarding actions between the two giant ships, which barely stopped for a moment.
But as the Imperial battle group charging at the front was being beaten up, the Tomb Ship and the Ark of Omen were gradually shifting their firepower. Countless artillery fire began to concentrate on the strike cruiser, which couldn't even compare to a battle cruiser, and Sith finally gritted his teeth and looked away.
He could no longer worry about whether Bayer could actually do it, how he would do it, or if he would use some tricks afterward.
Sith could only look at the old quack in the corner, with the ripples of his void shields trembling behind him, even after a hundredfold increase!
'I want to awaken as a Psyker!'
'Right now!!!'
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