Facing the genestealer bishop's interrogation, Alexander maintained a straight face and said solemnly.
"How dare you impersonate a Primarch?!"
The psychic flames in the genestealer bishop's eyes seemed to solidify, as if gushing from the Empyrean to completely fill the narrow passage.
She was furious; the fury of the entire genestealer' collective will condensed upon her.
This despicable man had deceived her, deceived the exalted Four-Armed Emperor.
He had defiled the great sacrifice, obstructed the patriarch's grand plan, and shamed the faith in the Four-Armed Emperor.
What a shameless scoundrel! The patriarch's command was but one: make him endure the Four-Armed Emperor's retribution.
For this, the patriarch had granted her the use of the entire hive will of the genestealer, strengthening her psychic power to an unparalleled degree.
The genestealer patriarch took a step forward.
She opened her mouth slightly, injecting the vast will of the entire genestealer into her voice through psychic power.
"Stand still!!!!"
The psychic-infused voice was amplified by the four preachers' megaphones, echoing through the narrow corridor.
The Seducer's Whisper, like insects, pierced into everyone's ears, burrowing into their brains, wills, and souls.
The vast will of the genestealer suddenly pressed down upon Alexander, Marquite, and the plague zombies.
They all stood rigidly in place, their minds seized by the collective will.
A cold smile appeared on the genestealer bishop's lips.
No one could defy the powerful Seducer's Whisper, infused with the will of the entire genestealer.
An individual's will, no matter how strong, could never surpass the collective.
Even the unbeliever who called himself "Neoth" stood stiffly, staring blankly at the genestealer bishop.
"You should commit suicide—"
The bishop raised her voice, intending to use the Seducer's Whisper to compel these heretics to commit suicide.
But suddenly, her psychic premonition warned her of approaching danger.
She instinctively reached out, pulling a nearby preacher in front of her.
Screech!!!!
Blazing lasers shot forth.
The preacher, shielded by the genestealer bishop, was instantly incinerated into a charred corpse.
The genestealer bishop cautiously peered out, her face filled with horror.
Then she saw more lasers firing from the lasgun floating beside Alexander, the blue light converging into a torrent.
She hurriedly reached out, forming a psychic barrier.
The azure lasers collided with the psychic barrier, creating a dazzling explosion in mid-air.
Through the psychic barrier, the genestealer bishop saw Alexander shaking his head with a look of regret.
"He dodged it. And here I was, acting so seriously," Alexander sighed.
The Seducer's Whisper, infused with the will of the entire genestealer, was indeed powerful.
It did make Alexander's body stiffen for a brief moment.
But only for a moment.
The collective will of these genestealer was indeed strong.
But it still couldn't compare to Sanguinius at the corner of his eye, nor could it compare to Tzeentch's corruption from before.
Alexander's mind had long been tempered.
"It's only slightly stronger than Bileena."
Alexander made a judging expression, nodding as he spoke.
"How can you resist my Seducer's Whisper?!"
The genestealer bishop was utterly astonished, unable to believe it.
Alexander, however, did not give her time to be shocked.
Alexander's figure flickered, suddenly appearing behind the genestealer bishop.
His fist, clad in the Superman Gloves, swiftly smashed towards her back.
The genestealer bishop had no time to dodge.
But the eight genestealer guardians around her moved with unnatural speed.
They appeared beside Alexander in a flash, almost like shadows.
Eight sharp, master-crafted longswords were drawn, simultaneously thrusting at Alexander's vital points.
Alexander's hand, gripping the Sword of Light. Denkōmaru, moved with them, wielding the short sword with almost inhuman grace.
The clash of blades echoed through the corridor; it was as if eight Sword of Light. Denkōmaru simultaneously blocked the genestealer guardians' longswords around Alexander.
The genestealer guardians' faces beneath their hoods were filled with bewilderment.
Someone was actually able to single-handedly fend off all eight of their simultaneous attacks.
The genestealer bishop turned with fear, rapidly unleashing psychic power to form layers of thick psychic shields, attempting to block Alexander's fist.
Bang!!
Fist met psychic shield, and a piercing explosion rang out.
Cracks immediately appeared on the psychic shield.
Alexander's fist exerted a little more force, and the shield shattered into fragments.
Those layers of thick shields broke like thin paper before Alexander's fist.
The gloved fist arrived before the genestealer bishop's face in an instant.
The genestealer bishop's pupils suddenly contracted, overlapping with Alexander's eyes.
A powerful psychic shriek, like an arrow, heavily pierced into Alexander's mind.
A triumphant smile appeared on the bishop's lips.
Even if this man's willpower was strong enough to break free from the Seducer's Whisper's shackles,
What about a more direct, more intense psychic shriek, containing the collective will of more than half the genestealer?
Time was too short; the genestealer bishop only managed to condense the will of half the genestealer.
But such a close-range, powerful, and sudden psychic shriek, impossible to defend against...
This was enough to churn this man's brain into a pulpy mess!!
The bishop's will plunged directly into Alexander's mind.
Clocks, distorted clocks, hung within Alexander's mind.
They were clocks that constantly twisted, melted, and pulsed like liquid.
Varying in size and shape.
The genestealer bishop gazed blankly at this scene, then looked at his essence, standing at the center of Alexander's mind.
It was a blurry, indistinct blue figure, plump and somewhat cute.
How could a person appear like this in the sea of their soul?
A sense of unease rose in the genestealer bishop's heart.
But no matter what, an individual's will could never surpass the collective.
The genestealer bishop looked behind her.
Behind her, the will of more than half of the entire genestealer was condensed, forming figures that composed the psychic shriek.
I won.
The genestealer bishop thought so.
Then, she saw light.
Light.
In Alexander's consciousness, dazzling pale golden light suddenly poured down from above.
It was as if a tiny sun hung high in his sea of consciousness.
The genestealer bishop raised her head in confusion.
She was able to see an angel.
A figure with pure white wings floated within Alexander's will, looking down at the genestealer bishop.
In the underground palace beneath the government building, the genestealer patriarch suddenly let out a roar filled with anger and pain.