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Chapter 248 A Different Russell
Although Tytus, Russell, Celestine, and their forces successfully reunited, their overall strength was still insufficient to directly defeat the Dark Eldar army.
But they were already capable of carrying out some crucial missions. After careful analysis by Titus, they decided to first attack a key Eldar stronghold—where tens of thousands of former planetary defense soldiers were imprisoned. Rescuing these people would greatly enhance their strength.
In a secluded temporary command post, Titus stood before a holographic projection, his gaze coldly fixed on the outpost markers on the map. His voice was deep and powerful: "This outpost is the main detention facility for the Dark Eldar, holding tens of thousands of soldiers from the Planetary Defense Force. If we can rescue them, our strength will be greatly enhanced."
Russell nodded, his eyes flashing with determination: "We need a detailed plan. The Dark Eldar's defenses will not be relaxed."
Celestine stepped forward and traced a route on the map with her finger: "We can break in from the east, where the defenses are relatively weak. At the same time, send a small team to launch a feint attack from the west to draw the enemy's attention."
Titus nodded, a hint of approval in his voice: "Very good. Russell, you lead the Kashejin squad to break in from the east. Celestine, you lead the Battle Sisters squad to launch a feint attack from the west. The Death Watch squad and I will handle the frontal assault."
Night fell, but the rain continued to pour down. Titus, Russell, and Celestine led their respective teams, moving swiftly according to plan.
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In the torrential rain, Russell's breath condensed into white mist inside his power armor helmet. His fingers unconsciously caressed the handle of the Blooddrinker entrenching tool—ever since Kayans infused his soul with that purple psionic energy, this weapon had never left his hand. The dark red blood grooves on the blade now glowed with an eerie purple light, as if something alive swam within them.
"Psionic resonance rate 83%, it is recommended to lower the output threshold." The warning from the Mechanicus priest rang out in the communication channel, but Russell immediately cut off the data link. Seventeen years ago, Lisa held this very hand as she lay dying, and now, the gifts of chaos were flowing along the same veins.
As Kashejin's squad stormed the eastern side of the stronghold, three Dark Eldar Screamers emerged from the rain. Their crimson visors locked onto Russell, and the purple-black beams of their venomous rifles crisscrossed in the air. Russell didn't dodge—the instant he raised his entrenching tool, a bolt of purple lightning exploded from his palm, tearing the venomous energy net apart. Arcs of electricity followed the rain, clinging to the Screamers' bodies; their screams were cut short as they were reduced to charred remains.
“Captain, your eyes…” the recruit’s voice trembled. Through the gaps in Russell’s helmet visor, a flowing purple mist was seeping out.
Before the alloy gates at the heart of the stronghold, the claws of the Dark Eldar's Pain Engine tore apart the bodies of two Kashejin warriors. Russell watched his comrades' remains splatter in the rain, and the psionic core in his chest suddenly trembled violently. He heard Kayanth's whisper in his ear: "Anger is the sweetest catalyst."
Purple lightning erupted radiating from beneath his feet, simultaneously melting the joint armor of five Pain Engines. Russell leaped into the enemy ranks, his entrenching tool no longer a slashing tool—a three-meter-long blade of psionic energy extended, each sweep slicing through the dark Eldar along with the metal wall. But with each kill, a new warning line appeared on his helmet display:
**Genetic Seed Contamination Index: 17%...24%...31%...**
When Titus, with Deathwatch, smashed through the final gate, he found only a pile of Eldar wreckage, emitting wisps of smoke. Russell knelt in the center, his Blooddrinker entrenching tool deeply embedded in the ground, purple arcs of electricity still crackling across his armor. The rescued Defenders huddled in a corner, gazing at this "savior" radiating warp energy with a mixture of awe and fear.
“You used that thing.” Titus didn’t put down his bomb gun, and the Deathwatch’s signature anti-psy field collar was slightly warm.
Russell removed his helmet, revealing his left eye as a pure purple crystal: "It's better than turning these people into Eldar puppets." He loosened his collar, and the Tzeentch runes that had appeared on his neck were slowly fading.
On the transport plane returning to base, Sister Celestine silently polished her flamethrower. Her combat sisters were quietly reciting the chapters from the Holy Scriptures concerning heretical psychic powers. Russell leaned against the bulkhead with his eyes closed, his entrenching tool resting on his lap—only he knew that when the psychic power reached its critical point, he had a vision: Kayanth, bound by chains, smiling deep within Tzeentch's Demon Realm, the other end of those chains wrapped around his own soul.
Inside the makeshift command post, dim light illuminated Russell's face. His left eye still gleamed with a faint purple light, like a cursed gem. Titus and Celestine stood opposite him, their eyes filled with worry and an undisguised wariness.
Titus broke the silence, his voice low and cautious: "Russell, your condition...we need to talk."
Russell looked up, a hint of weariness in his eyes: "I know what you're worried about, Titus. The power of psionic energy has made me stronger, but it has also brought me closer to the edge of chaos."
Titus nodded, a hint of concern in his voice: "Russell, we've fought side by side, I trust you. But the corruption of psionic energy is irreversible, you must be careful."
A flicker of pain crossed Russell's eyes, his voice low and firm: "Titus, if one day you discover that I have been corrupted, do not hesitate, kill me immediately."
Celestine's gaze held a complex emotion as she whispered, "Russell, your courage is admirable, but the power of psionic energy is not something mortals can wield. We must ensure that you do not become a tool of Chaos."
Russell nodded, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "I understand your concerns, Celestine. I will do my best to control this power, but if I lose control, you must stop me."
Russell was torn. He knew that the power of psychic energy made him stronger, but it also brought him closer to the edge of chaos. Every time he used psychic energy, he could feel the dark temptation, as if countless whispers were echoing in his ears.
“Titus, Celestine, I’m not sure if I will be corrupted.” Russell’s voice trembled slightly. “But I swear, I will do everything in my power to resist the temptation of chaos.”
In fact, Russell's worries were unnecessary; he could never be corrupted because someone had already planted the seeds of light deep within his soul.