After a moment of hesitation and shock, Emrys quickly snapped out of it.
He gripped the 'Singing Spear', and the surging psychic energy once again covered the spearhead, his eyes flashing with cold bloodlust: "I almost forgot, your most Good at trick is the so-called illusion."
However, the 'Emrys' lying on the ground, shakily supporting himself on the edge of the garden fountain, slowly stood up.
The horrifying wound in his chest, pierced by the 'spear', was still gushing blood, gathering into a gurgling stream at his feet, like an invisible encroaching domain, slowly spreading and extending throughout the entire garden.
"The one who should die is you, Emrys!"
'Emrys' pressed a hand over the wound on his chest, dragging his heavily injured body, limping like a zombie.
Each step he took landed in viscous blood, leaving behind crimson, glaring footprints.
His gaze was filled with resentment, abomination, and disgust, and he growled in a hoarse voice, as if questioning: "Why… can a selfish coward like you live until now?!"
"Shut up!"
Emrys gripped the spear tightly, his pupils filled with bloodlust.
A surge of power propelled the psychic energy-infused spearhead, fiercely stabbing into 'Emrys'' mouth!
The throat and tongue that were making sounds were directly pierced by the spear tip.
Thick, foul blood immediately gushed from his mouth, followed by 'Emrys'' look of shock.
"You don't understand me at all." Emrys' eyes were calm, and the brief, momentary lapse of focus had now completely recovered: "Do you think that by impersonating me, you can destroy my will?"
'Emrys', whose throat and tongue were pierced, couldn't make a sound at all.
"You… you underestimate me a bit too much, don't you?"
Emrys hoisted him into the air, looking at the identical face, a hint of mockery appearing in his expression.
One thing he had to admit was that when he first saw his own face, he was indeed shocked and hesitant for a few seconds.
But he quickly sobered up; this wasn't him at all, but an 'illusion' created by psychic energy!
The Chaos Gods, or rather Tzeentch, loved to play tricks.
It was to exploit the weaknesses of the human heart, thereby breaking down and dismantling the inner defenses step by step, and then dragging them into Chaos.
But clearly, this trick didn't work much on him.
Emrys' inner strength might not be as resilient as many Inquisitors, but he also had an unparalleled advantage: his understanding of the Warhammer Universe!
It was precisely because of this that he was able to awaken from the illusion created by 'Tzeentch' in just a few seconds!
"Tell your master, this kind of disgraceful trick… stop showing it off in front of me."
Emrys sneered, then directly poured out all his strength, releasing the accumulated massive psychic energy all at once.
Boom!
Terrifying fire immediately ignited 'Emrys'.
"Do you like it? A special execution method prepared just for you." Emrys watched coldly, as he was hoisted into the air: "Just like those Witches burned in the Middle Ages, let you repent for your actions in the psychic fire!"
In the burning psychic fire, 'Emrys', hoisted into the air by the spear, seemed to feel no pain at all.
His mouth curved into an exaggerated arc, almost reaching his ears, looking extremely bizarre and filled with a chilling sense of dread!
Then, he was completely engulfed by the fire and burned to ashes.
"Bluster."
Looking at the remains that had been burned to a pile of ashes, Emrys coldly put down the 'Singing Spear'.
However, just at this moment.
From the ashes of the remains, a gust of wind blew, outlining a portrait.
Despite being mentally prepared, the moment he saw that portrait, Emrys still couldn't control the anger that was almost burning within him!
The portrait was of Elsa.
Her full body, for some unknown reason, had become withered and thin, like a light, dry skeleton.
Her smooth hair had completely fallen out, and her entire being was like a desiccated corpse, with no trace of life, yet only her bright eyes, filled with indescribably complex emotions, gazed at him silently.
She parted her lips, as if wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
"Go to hell!"
The enraged Emrys' eyes were bloodshot, revealing a chilling murderous intent.
Fierce and merciless like a beast, the palpable rage stimulated every nerve in him, his right hand gripping the 'Singing Spear' tightly, knuckles protruding, veins bulging, and under the impetus of that furious energy, he thrust the spear at the portrait of the ash remains!
Rumble!!!
The already fragmented ashes were easily shattered by a single spear thrust!
However, even though the portrait disappeared, the lingering tremor in his heart and the chilling sensation never dissipated.
Emrys stood rooted to the spot, constantly telling himself that it was just an illusion!
It was a fantasy created by 'Tzeentch', meant to break his inner defenses, it wasn't real, and it couldn't possibly happen!
But… what if?
Suddenly, Emrys swayed, his head throbbing with pain.
It was happening again. Ever since he set foot on Vigilus, he had often felt headaches.
But this time, it was different from before, as if a red-hot steel needle had pierced deep into his cerebral cortex, accompanied by intense churning!
Pain, despair, abomination, resentment, and other negative emotions, like a massive, dark, and profound vortex, dragged him into the abyss within that vortex, to completely fall into Chaos!
At this critical moment, Emrys, with his strong willpower, forcibly broke free from the shackles of the illusion!
Frightening veins bulged on his face, and the projection of his soul in the Warp actually burst forth with dazzling light, like a burning sun, releasing an unparalleled, massive impact!
Boom—!!!
Along with that violent explosion, the illusion that had enveloped Emrys' eyes finally completely disappeared.
However, in the moment before the illusion dissipated, he seemed to hear a sneer.
Emrys didn't have time to ponder, feeling unusually fatigued, his expression dazed, unable to concentrate.
Just then, a loud bang from nearby suddenly pulled him back to reality.
Emrys managed to concentrate, looking up at the source of the sound, and discovered it was the Eldar War Witch, Hilda, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
"What happened?" Hilda's red hair flew, her face filled with vigilance, her blade wrapped in surging psychic energy, as if it would erupt at any moment: "I sensed your psychic energy, did an enemy invade?"
"Yes, an enemy…"
As Emrys was about to recount everything that had just happened, his pupils suddenly constricted.
His gaze swept around, and he realized that he was still sitting in his study chair, and there had been no enemy from beginning to end.
The entire study was still in its original state, with no traces of a fierce battle!
It was as if everything that had just happened was a 'nightmare'!