[A dazzling pyrokinetic flame suddenly descended from the sky. It erupted in a towering wall of shimmering heat between you and the hunched figure.]
[The jet-black blade pierced through the pyrokinetic flame without damage. The 'Black Sword' continued its arc, about to impale the opponent's frail body.]
[However, another extremely powerful psychic energy suddenly appeared. A crushing, invisible force froze the slender blade of the 'Black Sword' in mid-air, stopping it dead just inches from the target.]
[Even the stretched pious chain creaked and groaned, straining as if it would snap under the immense telekinetic pressure.]
["Heh..."]
[The heretical psyker, possessing both fire and telekinetic abilities, let out a low, mocking laugh at your overestimation of your abilities. The sound was thin and wet, barely heard over the wind.]
[The next second, you had already ignored the trapped sword, turned, and snatched the fallen Newblood's chainsword from the snow. Its serrations grated loudly as you activated it.]
[Your magnetic boots trampled the surging mortal puppets, using their bodies as a foothold to leap from the ground in a single, powerful bound.]
[Your towering figure soared through the swirling snow, landing hard on the Chimera transport, rocking the vehicle on its tracks.]
[You remembered what Horamir had told you: the most important thing in dealing with psykers is to distract them.]
[Accompanied by the rapid whine and spin of the chainsword's sharp teeth, your ferocious attack whistled through the air, striking the frail body before it could even react or dodge.]
[An incredibly piercing shriek instantly resounded through the heavens, so loud it seemed to shatter the air and disperse the dark clouds above, revealing the pitch-black, cold depths of space.]
[At the same time, a surging tide of psychic energy, like an endless sea, began to erupt uncontrolled from the depths of the frail, mutilated body.]
[The 'Black Sword', freed from its psychic restraints, suddenly fell. Its pitch-black blade plunged down, easily piercing the thick armor of the Chimera transport with a loud thunk.]
[Your metal arm, bound with the pious chain, extended forward.]
[You grabbed the heretic's slender neck. Your thick, metal-encased fingers crunched and dug deep into his flesh.]
[As you pulled upward with your left hand, the chainsword in your other palm pressed down hard.]
[You suddenly roared.]
[With a violent rip, you pulled out the heretic's head and a large section of his bloodied white spine.]
[You gripped the whistling chainsword and brought it down, cleaving his mangled, still-convulsing body in two.]
[Countless scalding, foul-smelling droplets of blood splattered onto your 'Armor of Faith', sliding slowly down the white-painted ceramite.]
[However, in that brief moment of relaxation, that split second of victory...]
[A psychic surge, long brewing within the heretic, completely spiraled out of control with his death.]
[Endless psychic energy erupted like a terrifying flood from a collapsing dam. It was a silent, colorless explosion of pure force.]
[Your towering body was engulfed by the chaotic psychic shockwave.]
[Even your incredibly heavy power armor could not stop you from being flung backward, sent flying through the air like a toy.]
[In an instant, the Chimera transport below was pulverized, its metal hull collapsing and then atomizing into a pile of metal fragments by the chaotic psychic energy.]
[Even the chainsword, still whirring in your hand, was twisted and torn into a piece of scrap metal in a fraction of a second.]
[For a moment, only the 'Black Sword', firmly bound by the pious chain, remained unharmed, flying wildly on its tether alongside your towering body.]
[As the psychic surge rapidly spread, countless Imperial vehicles were overturned and crushed. Large numbers of mortals, their bodies made of flesh and blood, instantly transformed into bursts of red blood mist, vanishing completely into the air.]
[You clutched the mangled head and spine of the psyker in your palm, your gauntlet slick with gore.]
[Your towering body swayed back and forth in mid-air, weightless in the blast.]
[Blood spurted from your mouth and nose, hot and metallic, quickly congealing inside your metal helmet, clouding your visor from the inside.]
[Your unwavering will was baptized by the impact of the psychic tide.]
[You entered a cold, strange, hazy state. You were no longer in your body.]
[Before your eyes appeared the life of a strange, mutilated, and hunched human. His short life was impoverished and tragic.]
[It was abandoned by its parents shortly after birth, subjected to the rampant exploitation of Hive City gangs, and later, due to an unexpected outburst of psychic power, faced the contempt of its neighbors and the pursuit of Imperial authorities...]
[Its greatest wish in life was nothing more than to eat a meal of unrestricted corpse starch.]
[But more importantly, even in such a painful life, its heart was filled only with hatred for the cold Imperial bureaucracy. Its faith in the Emperor had never wavered.]
[It had never betrayed the Emperor, nor abandoned human dignity...]
[It was merely a psychic puppet, given a name by an unknown being posing as the 'Emperor', and destined to sacrifice everything.]
[Your spiritual tendrils continued to penetrate this heretical psyker, known as the 'Traitor to the People'.]
[You seemed to have briefly experienced its life, completely understanding everything about it. The cold, the hunger, the fear.]
[Then, your perspective gradually rose, pulling away from the body, entering the boundless, cold void.]
[You looked down at a still-rotating icy planet.]
[Countless stars began to shift, blurring. Your spiritual tendrils, which had been drifting, quickly probed an unknown planet undergoing global war preparedness.]
[You saw frantically operating foundries, and machine servants, under the angry rebukes of countless tech-priests, distributing lasguns to stiff, mortal puppets.]
[You also saw Leman Russ tanks and Chimera troop carriers, filled with mortal soldiers, speeding across the endless icy plains.]
[You even saw towering nine-meter-tall Imperial Knights strolling like gods on the edge of the city.]
[Your perspective rapidly swept across countless scenes, then suddenly plummeted, drawn to a single, powerful point.]
[You unexpectedly saw a towering figure, about three meters tall. His entire body, almost half-covered in mysterious mechanical structures, was obscured by his back.]
[The next second, the figure went still, as if it sensed your presence.]
[It abruptly turned around. A mutated psyker with a single, wet, jet-black eye in the center of its forehead glared fiercely in your direction. Its hate was a physical force.]
["Traitorous lackey of humanity! Puppet of the Imperial false emperor! Get out of here!" it roared at you with barely suppressed rage. The voice was not sound, but a psychic scream that tore at your mind.]
[In an instant, a single movement nearly tore through normal space, and terrifying psychic energy, revealing the raw, screaming madness of the Warp, surged rapidly from the figure's towering body.]
[Your spiritual tendrils were instantly annihilated, burned away to nothing before they could react.]
[You abruptly opened your eyes, fully awake.]
[Your tall frame crashed heavily onto the thick, icy ground with a dull, armored thud.]
[You quickly sat up, systems screaming warnings in your helmet.]
[You discarded the psyker's mangled head and spine, throwing it into the snow.]
[You snatched the shattered metal helmet from the Thorned Crown and tossed it aside. The sudden cold air hit your bloody face.]
[You suddenly vomited a large amount of dark red blood that quickly congealed into slush on the ice.]
[The remnants of the true culprit's will were churning within your thoughts, a cacophony of pained voices.]
["Great Lord of Humanity, why have you not appeared to save us from our suffering?"]
["Pain, pain, pain..."]
["Your humblest and most devout believer, I beg you to unleash your boundless power and save my wife and children!"]
["Honorable Inquisitor, I am an officially registered psyker! I am not a damned heretic! My faith in the Emperor is utterly devout!"]
["Hate, hate, hate..."]
["Aren't you the Emperor's messengers? Why are you slaughtering us!"]
["Those are the only possessions of my wife and children! You cannot take them! Give them back to me!"]
["Die, die, die..."]
["Why! Why!"]
["Why would the Emperor, whom I revere as a god, treat me like this! Why is the Empire so cruel!"]
["Humans shouldn't live like this! I shouldn't live like this either!"]
["Hypocritical Imperium of Man! Damn Inquisition!"]
["And... a false emperor..."]
["One day, I will personally set foot on Terra and ask you: Why!!!"]
[The opponent's remaining will and agony gradually dissipated, leaving a profound, cold silence in your mind.]
[You couldn't help but widen your eyes and gasp, sucking in the freezing air.]
[You slightly parted your blood-stained lips, revealing a twisted, bitter smile.]
["Crusader Squad! Survivors, report your status immediately!"]
[You took a deep breath, pushing the psychic echoes down, and quickly got up from the ground.]
[You didn't have time to retrieve the 'Black Sword', which was now being dragged around by the pious chain, and could only let it scrape loudly across the dirty snow.]
[You drove the 'Armor of Faith' and ran quickly towards the Castellan, who had also just gotten up from the ground, and several other surviving new recruits staggering nearby.]
["Is the battle over? Champion-Brother, you actually survived..."]
[The Castellan, raising his hand to lightly pat his metal helmet a few times, as if to clear it, stared at you through his shattered visor.]
["Brothers of the Black Templar! We're in big trouble!"]
[You shouted at him, your face set in a ferocious expression.]
["This is not the end of the battle! It's merely the beginning of a war!"]
["Immediately contact the Astropaths to notify all fleets of the chapter! Remember, all fleets! Even the High Marshal on his expedition must receive our warning. A super-psyker, whose psychic level may surpass Alpha, is attempting to instigate a massive rebellion that will sweep across the entire star sector and even the entire Imperium!"]
["What we just killed was merely a psychic puppet it deliberately controlled, named 'Traitor to the Bottom-dwellers'!"]
["Its real name is… 'Cacodominus!"]