You muster your remaining strength and channel it into a psychic blow. Aiming directly for his head you fell power crackling through your body. You focus and channel it, then send it right into the Daemons skull.
İt howls in pain and throws you aside. You hit the wall with such power that your armour cracks, your rib brakes and all of your breath are pushed out of your lungs. You try to regain your breath as bloodthirster claws at his face.
-İt is pointless. How valiant your efforts may be, you will doom yourself.
Daemon horde slowly moves closer to you.
-You will die, for nothing, all of your chapter will die for nothing.
Bloodthirster turns to you, his face is a bloody mess but he still lives.
-Just trust me. Thats all i ask. İ am not your enemy. İ am not one of the horrors of warp. And i can help you.
Bloodthirster walks up to you.
What now Librarian?