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If the Red Marker truly possessed self-awareness, it would likely be experiencing unprecedented shock at this moment.
Because it discovered that this group of warriors completely ignored its psychic assault.
Its whispers were sufficient to drive entire colonies to madness, sufficient to cause human federal armies to collapse, yet against these beings, they were like stones sinking into the sea, unable to stir even ripples.
There was only one reason.
Sui Meng and the Breachers were all blood descendants of the Human Emperor.
The Emperor's mark flowed in their bloodlines—a domain even Chaos Gods could barely touch.
Mere whispers?
Mere so-called mental temptation—how could they shake these beings born to stand above mortals?
In the cargo bay, one side was a "slaughterfield" of necromorphs torn apart by firelight and bolter rounds, the other was the frustration of the Red Marker's psychic assault returning without effect.
The scent of blood and scorched metal filled the entire cargo bay, yet under Sui Meng and the Honor Guard's presence, it instead highlighted a cold, solemn killing intent.
They were not mortals swallowed by darkness, but the Empire's spear.
Soon, the cargo bay's whispers grew more intense, as if countless invisible mouths murmured simultaneously at one's ear, seeking to corrode all thought completely.
Metal bulkheads trembled faintly, the entire space being squeezed and pulled by some force.
Yet Sui Meng remained unmoved.
His towering frame, clad in heavy armor, stepped across the deck producing heavy, powerful sounds.
Thud!
Thud!
Each step was like drumbeats striking this massive vessel's heart, making surrounding necromorphs and shadows tremble involuntarily.
This was a Primarch's majesty—requiring no words, mere presence was sufficient to completely shift the battlefield's focus.
The Red Marker seemed to sense true threat approaching.
Its whispers suddenly turned urgent, originally vague tones now seeming to condense into something tangible, directly launching bombardment at Sui Meng's mind's depths.
If it were ordinary warriors, even iron-willed auxiliary soldiers, facing the Marker's direct psychic attack would likely have them screaming in agony or going immediately insane.
However, Sui Meng's gaze beneath his helmet remained coldly unmoved.
He did not even slow his pace, as if that psychic interference were merely meaningless whispers in wind.
Sensing oppression, the Red Marker began mobilizing new power.
Roar—————!!!
Howls suddenly erupted.
From shadows in the cargo bay depths, more deformed and much larger figures crawled forth.
Unlike previous low-level necromorphs, these individuals far exceeded human size, their shoulders and backs protruding armor-like shells, limbs covered with blade-like bone spikes, some even growing grotesque tentacles, dragging metal debris as they advanced.
Their eye sockets flickered with dark red light, seemingly direct will granted by the Marker.
Upon appearance, these monsters immediately emitted soul-tearing howls, sound waves making bulkheads echo.
They formed a living flesh wall, charging toward Sui Meng, attempting to drown this unshakeable "threat" in bloody frenzy.
But...
Sui Meng could not even be bothered to look directly.
He merely raised his left arm, small seal script runes on his armor instantly igniting like hundreds of thunderbolts converging in his palm simultaneously.
Then he gently waved.
Boom—!!
Visible psychic impact suddenly exploded, countless runes transforming into light flames sweeping outward.
Those charging special necromorphs, before they could even emit screams, were torn and crushed by the psychic blast.
Flesh and bone instantly scattered into countless fragments like pottery smashed by giant hammers, even debris falling on deck emitted scorched breath.
Under this single strike, the entire cargo bay trembled, dust and debris falling, illumination lights flickering violently.
Yet Sui Meng merely retracted his arm and continued forward, as if everything before was just casually brushed-away dust.
The Red Marker's whispers grew more urgent, as if...
"Panicking"?
It began condensing stronger psychic fluctuations, whisper sounds no longer simple murmurs but transforming into hammer-like mental impacts.
Cargo bay air shook, space faintly producing displacement illusions, as if reality was folding and collapsing.
If ordinary warriors were present, their vision would certainly be filled with hallucinations, unable to distinguish friend from foe, minds completely plunged into chaos.
Yet in Sui Meng's eyes, there was only one crystal-clear path—toward the Red Marker's direction.
His pace was unhurried yet unstoppably determined.
Each fall of heavy armored boots was like crushing the Marker's resistance.
Necromorphs continued emerging, yet no "corpse" could block his steps.
The Honor Guard cleared aftermath in the rear while Sui Meng himself, like an arrow, pointed straight at the core.
As distance continuously shortened, the Red Marker's released power grew increasingly violent.
Whisper sounds became unbearably piercing, countless phantom shadows seeming to writhe in cargo bay darkness, transforming into endless evil spirits attempting to submerge Sui Meng's form.
Metal flooring began cracking, walls twisting into fierce visages, the entire massive vessel "roaring" for the Marker.
However, Sui Meng's stride remained composed.
Those illusions before him were mere mirages, unable to touch him in the slightest, and the Primarch's presence blazed like scorching sun, completely burning away false shadows.
One step, then another.
Massive oppressive force accumulated with each approach—every inch closer shattered another layer of universal barriers.
Finally, the cargo bay's shadows were completely torn open.
Among wreckage and twisted metal, that Marker emanating dark red radiance throughout emerged.
Spiral-shaped, resembling DNA structure, it was like a "heart" soaked in blood, pulsing regularly and sickeningly, each beat accompanied by whispers and psychic surges, seeking to drag the entire world into abyss.
Sui Meng stopped.
He stood mere steps from the Marker, runes on his armor likewise flickering with light.
The Primarch was like an incomparably sharp blade pointed directly at that twisted source.
The Red Marker seemed to sense "doomsday approaching"—its whispers neared madness, sound waves激荡 so intensely the entire cargo bay trembled, lighting instantly turning dark red as if the entire space was blood-stained.
But all this remained meaningless to Sui Meng.
He had already walked before the Marker.
At this moment, air in the Ishimura's cargo bay seemed sliced layer by layer by invisible blades, shrieking whispers rising and falling, growing increasingly chaotic with Sui Meng's approach.
The Red Marker's light pulsed continuously, casting the originally spacious bay section in strange blood mist. However, under Sui Meng's gaze, these whispers and illusions were all as fragile as candles in wind.
He continued forward, each step like war drums thundering, shaking the Ishimura's "skeleton."
Breachers who had completed cleanup missions withdrew their firepower, standing silently on both sides like thirty iron prison deities draped in crimson cloaks, gazes cold and silently watching.
They understood that Marker was no longer a target they could touch—only their Primarch could personally conduct the "sealing."
The crimson Marker sensed mortal threat.
As Sui Meng approached, it suddenly released circles of twisted energy waves, directly tearing harsh metallic groans from the cargo bay's armor plating.
Numerous necromorph remains instantly convulsed and turned, pulled by this sinister force, seemingly seeking to reassemble and revive.
However, they had barely raised broken arms when Sui Meng's psychic flames ruthlessly obliterated them.
"Enough."
Sui Meng's voice was deep like judgment falling from heaven.
He slowly extended his hand, palm aimed at the violently pulsing Marker.
Instantly, the entire cargo bay seemed swallowed by an invisible vortex, mental and material layers overlapping and colliding, crimson and pure energy tearing at each other in void.
The Marker burst with intense red light, transforming into countless illusions lunging at Sui Meng's consciousness—
There were infant cries, spectral wails, even twisted beast whispers from unknown abyssal depths.
But all this, before Sui Meng's psychic power, was like paper.
Pure psychic energy surging within him originated from Samuel Young, then through Athena's tactical tutelage and Hera's psychic instruction, forged into "pure flame."
Without any impurities, like pure golden firelight from heaven and earth's essence, it burst from his palm, forming chain-like energy flows, directly binding toward the Red Marker.
Boom—!
Crimson and golden radiance clashed violently in mid-air, spark-like energy fragments flying, instantly illuminating the entire cargo bay like daylight.
The Marker struggled desperately, its patterns writhing madly, attempting to break free from pure psychic suppression.
But Sui Meng's feet never moved an inch—he simply stood there like an unshakeable heavenly pillar, with absolute will and pure psychic suppression, firmly restraining that sinister evil force.
"Futile."
Sui Meng's eyes flickered with stellar brilliance, his voice utterly cold, as if directly bombarding the Marker's "mental" layer.
Rumble————!!
The Marker's final burst of crimson waves rapidly retreated like collapsing blood tide.
Its patterns gradually stilled, ominous whispers gradually obliterated by pure psychic energy bit by bit. After mere moments, this evil Marker that had once stirred the entire massive vessel, transforming countless beings into necromorphs, completely lost struggle under Sui Meng's control.
With complete psychic sealing, the entire Ishimura suddenly quieted.
Oppressive, twisted atmosphere retreated like tide, remaining necromorphs simultaneously stopped convulsing, losing the Marker's pull, becoming cold hard corpses once again, scattered across the ground.
Blood-colored mist originally shrouding the cargo bay also rapidly retreated, revealing original cold, empty steel environment.
Sui Meng slowly retracted his hand—that Red Marker now sealed layer by layer with psychic energy, quietly existing within psychic barriers like imprisoned flame, unable to emanate any evil presence.
Sui Meng raised his gaze, his expression beneath helmet calm yet eyes flickering with light proclaiming absolute victory in this mental confrontation.
Seeing this, Breachers bowed their heads in respect to their Primarch.
Even these supremely elite warriors had to acknowledge their Primarch was not only the battlefield's sharpest spear, but an unshakeable barrier in mental and psychic realms.
Sui Meng gazed at the Marker, a flash of coldness passing through his heart.
He was not unaware that this so-called Red Marker was not merely technological creation, but fragments touching "transcendent realms."
In ordinary hands, it could turn entire planets into nightmare lands.
But now it was firmly locked under his control, losing any possibility of stirring waves.
'Father was right—this is merely a training stage.'
He murmured inwardly, tone cold and confident.
As for the Ishimura, it had completely returned to tranquility.
Only pure psychic light remained in the cargo bay, like sacred fire lit in this deathly silence, illuminating iron walls and wreckage.
Sui Meng stood in radiance, armor stern, crescent moon-like power spear hanging at his side—his figure seemed to condense all Imperial Martial faith and pride.
To call him a "brute" would be the greatest misunderstanding.
Athena taught him strategy, Hera taught him psychic mastery, and Samuel Young's bloodline placed him atop myriad realms.
In psychic application proficiency, he might not match Magnus's ultimate depths, but on battlefields, his psychic energy burned pure and efficient as flames, sufficient to completely incinerate all filth.
With the Red Marker sealed and the Ishimura's gloom dispelled—
Soon after—
"Notify the legion's tech-sergeants to immediately take custody of the Marker."
His command echoed in the empty cargo bay, carrying invisible authority.
Those black-armored tech-sergeants arriving aboard Thunderhawk gunships immediately responded, their footsteps producing heavy, rhythmic sounds on metal decking as they entered the cargo bay one by one.
The Marker remained firmly sealed by psychic energy, residual red light on its surface like dying embers yet unable to breach that pure psychic barrier.
Sergeants carefully deployed isolation arrays, ritualistic mechanical devices and energy barriers interweaving, ensuring even when they removed it, the Marker could never regain a moment's freedom.
Meanwhile, engineering department technical engineers also boarded the Ishimura in groups under Sui Meng's orders.
Clad in heavy work power armor, carrying blue-glowing scanners, they advanced one by one through dim corridors.
The Ishimura's interior was full of wreckage and broken metal beams, reeking of char and blood, yet they still systematically executed repair missions.
The most critical phase was cutting out the planet cracker program targeting Shield-7.
This program was like a "malignant tumor"—if it continued running, the entire planet's crust would be ruthlessly torn apart.
Engineers quickly located control centers, then their fingers rapidly struck control consoles.
Engineering vessels had long waited in Shield-7's high orbit—once the planet cracker program was completely removed, they could immediately begin repair operations, gradually healing Shield-7's wounds.
Simultaneously, Sui Meng issued another command: "Auxiliary forces, enter the vessel, search for possible survivors."
Large numbers of fully armed auxiliary troops also boarded the Ishimura via assault boats and transports, dividing into several squads, moving through corridors, compartments and ruins.
In dim environments, they used searchlights, illuminating corpse after corpse of inactive necromorphs scattered in passages and wall corners.
Occasional electrical sparks added more eeriness to the silent vessel.
Yet they showed no fear, knowing the Marker was sealed and those necromorphs had become completely harmless remains.
The Ishimura—this massive vessel once controlled by "heretical" forces—had now completely entered the Empire's order.
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