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Chapter 184: Secret Room \u0026 Binding, The Darkest Day for Inner Circle Veterans

Time rewinds to the moment the boarding craft first entered the frigate.

Laser cutters brutally tore open the frigate's armor plating, and the hard ceramite drills pierced into the ship's external hull, causing the boarding craft to shake violently, accompanied by incessant, ear-splitting cutting noises.

Seconds later, with a loud clang, the boarding craft collided with the lower deck's side keel, halting its progress.

“Tss — —”

Pneumatic gates pushed outward, clearing away debris around the boarding craft, creating space for the Inner Circle veterans from the Severed Claw Chapter to move.

Thirteen fully armed Space Marines entered the O'Neill's frigate.

They wore MK3 pattern power armor with white livery.

This power armor was known as "Iron Armor" and was an improved version of the MK2 pattern "Crusade" armor.

It was equipped with additional armor plates on the limbs, head, and chest.

The back was not reinforced, a weakness compensated for by the close coordination of the boarding team, which heavily relied on the synergy and discipline between team members.

A holographic tactical sandbox projected a blood-red grid onto his retina.

"Full team, wedge formation. Second fire team, secure the ventilation shaft at six o'clock. Six life signs detected at the corner five hundred yards ahead. Explosion signal detected, confirmed as smoke grenades."

“Bang, bang, bang.” Three smoke grenades were launched from grenade launchers, bouncing and refracting off the right-angled walls, landing in the corridor where the Inner Circle veterans were.

The smoke grenades exploded, forming a dense gray fog.

The power armor's heat dissipation grilles automatically closed, and the air circulation system switched to internal circulation, comprehensively preventing smoke particles from entering the power armor.

Assault Marine Barbus raised his shield and charged into the smoke first, his heavy bolter mounted on the shield's edge spewing fire, bolter rounds firing one after another towards the right-angled bend ahead, continuously suppressing the O'Neill.

The enemy didn't seem to have any intention of engaging them in a direct confrontation.

The boarding team did not encounter any resistance and passed directly through the smoke zone, only to be stopped by a heavy gate.

Clearly, the O'Neill were trying everything to slow down the boarding team. Their release of smoke grenades was to buy time to open this gate.

Merrit signaled to the team's Techmarine-Nigel.

Nigel squeezed through the gap created by his comrades, first scanning the scene behind the door with a handheld auspex, then taking out a multi-toothed breaching tool to dismantle the gate's hinges and locks.

"This gate has an anti-electromagnetic interlayer. The auspex's scanning signal can't penetrate it. Get ready to engage the enemy, I'll open the door after a three-count."

Nigel retracted the multi-toothed breaching tool, placed his hand on the gate's handrail, and exchanged a glance with Barbus beside him.

The two silently counted to three in their minds. Nigel forcefully pulled open the gate, and Barbus charged in with his shield raised.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang — — — —”

Gunfire erupted at the end of the corridor behind the door.

With superhuman reflexes, Barbus located the source of the gunfire, aimed, and pulled the trigger, responding with a barrage of bolter rounds.

The team members passed through the gate one by one, their weapons pointed at every corner where enemies might emerge, crimson lenses flowing with starlight-like streams, and environmental information constantly fed back into the holographic vision through sensors.

"Ceasefire, those are decoy rounds," Merrit said in a deep voice.

The gunfire within the team subsided, and scanning results indicated that no life forms were killed in the firefight just now.

The gunfire they heard after passing through the gate was nothing more than decoy rounds set up by the O'Neill at the corner ahead.

"These O'Neill are no different from rats. Knowing we're here, they're all hiding and not coming out," Barbus sneered in the internal channel, covering his comrades as they advanced, his steps steady and swift, without pausing for a moment for the decoy rounds.

They moved quickly through the lower deck, passing more than a dozen intersections that could be ambushed.

But strangely, no O'Neill came out to stop them, as if all the xenos on the ship had evaporated.

Just as they were about to use the elevator to go directly to the bridge, a golden-white energy barrier appeared in the passage ahead, blocking their way.

“Buzz.”

In the faint electrophoretic sound, a barrier composed of countless golden-white dots appeared out of thin air, leaving brilliant star-like spots on the Inner Circle veterans' lenses.

"A cheap trick, just an energy shield, watch me tear it apart."

Barbus stepped forward steadily, about to collide with the energy barrier, but was stopped by the team's Techmarine.

"Don't go, Barbus. When did the O'Neill master such advanced force field technology?!" Nigel's voice trembled slightly, as if he had seen some incredible technological creation.

Nigel was a Space Marine specializing in technological research and mechanical manufacturing, who had received professional training on Mars and was defined as a Techmarine among the Space Marines.

Thanks to the scientific and technological knowledge he had learned in the past, he was the first to discover the threat from the golden-white light curtain.

He stopped his teammate in time, preventing a tragedy from happening.

Now, he had to make his teammates understand that although the golden-white light curtain looked light and thin, it contained a terrifying power that could disintegrate the entire team.

"Everyone, that's a positive ion barrier. The only outcome of our contact with it is that all the pipelines in the power armor will short circuit. This hard armor on our bodies will become our burden and coffin."

Nigel pointed to the golden-white energy barrier, trying to appease his teammates, warning them not to make reckless moves.

But someone didn't quite believe what he said.

Barbus shook the shield in his hand, sending out a voice message:

"Positive ions? What positive ions? If it's a particle related to electromagnetism, I don't believe it can penetrate the armor and damage our pipelines."

"The destructiveness of positive ions is indeed related to electromagnetism, but that's not its full power."

Nigel explained patiently:

"A positive ion is an atom that lacks several electrons due to external forces. When it comes into contact with normal particles, it will trigger a positive ion polymerization reaction, that is, stealing electrons from normal atoms. And those atoms whose electrons have been stolen will become new positive ions, and they will continue to steal electrons from other atoms."

"This polymerization reaction is chain-like, and once it starts, it's difficult to stop. Theoretically speaking, as long as one positive ion penetrates our armor, the pipelines will be paralyzed in a few seconds, and the strong electromagnetic pulse will be enough to stun us."

"So exaggerated? Do the O'Neill have this kind of technology?" Barbus unknowingly expressed the same exclamation as Nigel, and then asked:

"Can we shield these positive ions after closing the heat dissipation grille?"

"Unfortunately, no. The connection between our sensor lenses and armor joints can only shield molecular-level interference and cannot resist atomic-level positive ion streams. An energy shield can block positive ion streams, but..."

But the MK3 pattern power armor was not equipped with a shield generator.

There was no need for Nigel to point this out, everyone could naturally think of it.

Looking around, the pressure on the veterans' hearts increased.

A total of four positive ion barriers, front, back, left, and right, blocked the boarding team's path.

There was also a layer of positive ion barrier on the surface of the ceiling.

The floor under their feet was made of metal and did not contain positive ions.

But the problem was that the exterior of the ship was below this deck.

Destroying the floor was undoubtedly courting death.

Five positive ion barriers formed a secret room composed of positive ion barriers.

Behind the barriers in the front, back, left, and right, about a hundred meters away from the boarding team, there were many figures wearing plastic-steel armor and holding bolter weapons.

Judging from the skin color exposed from the gaps in the armor and the scanning results of the sensors, these armed personnel were all O'Neill.

Unlike the rumored image of privateers, the O'Neill in front of them were well-equipped, disciplined, and exuded a capable aura.

This was not a free and undisciplined privateer, but a well-trained armed force.

Such a team, coupled with the positive ion barrier blocking the way, made the Inner Circle veterans have a bad feeling.

"It seems we've stepped into a trap," Nigel said:

"The O'Neill are premeditated. They deliberately sent a frigate and a barge without power into our star system to lure us into boarding operations, with the aim of trapping us in a positive ion trap. They want to capture us alive."

Nigel's analysis made everyone nod slightly, and everyone had the same thought in their hearts.

"Negerson, can destroying the internal mechanisms of the wall destroy the cation barrier?"

The speaker this time was the squad leader.

His name was Monreit, a veteran sergeant who had participated in three battles of Randan.

As he spoke, he marked his attack target with his goggles.

More than a dozen holographic markers appeared in the holographic vision of the squad members.

The locations of these markers were exactly where the cation barrier contacted the wall surface, with a noticeable ring of force field lines there.

Anyone could see that the gold and white cations were bound within the passage by some kind of force field device, which formed a plane that perfectly blocked the passage.

"Captain, destroying the force field generator has two possible outcomes. First, the cation barrier disappears. Second, the cation barrier goes out of control, and the internal cations spray in all directions, inevitably bringing us into contact with the cations."

Negerson shook his gun and gestured in the direction of the Orks:

"I'm not trying to scare you. Look at the equipment these Orks have. Other than communicators, they have no other electronic devices on them, clearly prepared for a cation barrier failure. We'd better not act rashly…"

"I don't agree with your suggestion," Babers interrupted Negerson, volunteering:

"If the cation barrier is as strong as Negerson says, the Orks wouldn't be acting like rats. Let me go ahead and scout the way."

Monreit nodded slightly:

"Go, Babers, we'll cover you."

"Then I'll start moving." Babers flashed out from behind cover, sprinting down the corridor, his clanging footsteps decisive and crisp, without any hesitation.

At the same time, his comrades behind him raised their guns, aiming and firing, standing in the corridor pouring out firepower, without any thought of seeking cover.

Although the power armor they wore was specifically designed for boarding operations, with a compact structure and streamlined materials, its defensive performance still far exceeded the weapons in the hands of the Orks, making it impossible to penetrate the armor.

The Orks exchanged fire with them, and in the end, only the Orks died.

But things didn't go as planned.

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When the first muzzle flash bloomed in the corridor, the boarding squad was greeted not by a hail of bullets, but by silence.

The Orks uniformly hid behind cover, using ceramite shields to resist the bolter barrage, single-mindedly playing dead.

Babers regarded the enemy's actions as cowardice, and couldn't help shouting in the internal channel:

"Ha! These worthless trash don't even dare to show their heads! Watch me charge in and kill them!"

The next second, Babers crashed head-on into the gold and white cation barrier.

Under the gaze of the inner circle veterans, Babers' running speed became slower and slower, changing from a sprint to a walk in three seconds.

Thick black smoke billowed from his heat sink grilles, and a strong burnt smell permeated the corridor.

"Clang!"

Babers staggered, his knees hit the ground, and his face kissed the ground, making a loud bang.

"Babers! Babers! Damn it! The cations destroyed his conduits!" Negerson shouted anxiously in the channel.

Captain Monreit ordered:

"Use the grapnel to drag Babers back. Negerson, you're responsible for checking Babers' condition and finding a way to deal with the cation barrier."

"Roger."

Two Space Marines picked up the grapnel guns from their waists, aimed at Babers' body, and pulled the trigger.

Just before the grapnel landed on Babers' body, it suddenly bounced away as if hitting something.

This scene stunned the inner circle veterans.

"Why did the grapnel bounce away? Is it some kind of force field device, or psychic power?"

The two Space Marines who fired the grapnel looked at each other.

They were about to retract the grapnel and fire again, but they saw several Orks leaving their cover and walking towards Babers on the ground.

These Orks slung their weapons behind their backs and reached out to Babers, seemingly wanting to carry him to another place.

"Don't let these bastards succeed," Monreit roared, pulling the trigger first.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—"

Gunshots exploded, and the bolter barrage roared.

A chilling scene appeared.

The bolter rounds were fixed in place by an invisible force.

The rounds spun and vibrated in the air, but could not move forward at all, as if embedded in a wall made of air.

"What's going on?" Negerson glanced at the energy readings in his holographic vision:

"I'm not detecting any psychic signals. Other than the electromagnetic signal of the cation barrier, there are no other electromagnetic reactions on site. Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

No one answered Negerson, and no one knew what was happening.

But one veteran seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly said:

"I heard that the Orks have a very chaotic view of mate selection, and cross-species relationships are common…"

As soon as this was said, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became low, and almost everyone subconsciously thought of the scene of the Orks defiling their veteran…

Emperor on high!

What blasphemy is this!

Monreit roared:

"Keep firing! Don't let them take Babers away!"

Everyone came back to their senses and pulled the trigger, and the other inner circle veterans did the same.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—"

The heavy bolters roared, and dense rounds rushed towards the Orks like a swarm of bees.

But the Orks carrying Babers were not afraid at all, and didn't even glance at the roaring barrage.

They just lifted Babers together and struggled to carry this man in MK3 power armor towards the corner ahead.

Behind them, hundreds or thousands of bolter rounds hovered in the air, forming a honeycomb-like plane, enough to trigger any patient with trypophobia on the spot.

"No!!"

Monreit roared and walked forward, unable to accept the end of his subordinate being captured by aliens.

He approached the cation barrier step by step, but was pulled back by Negerson.

"Captain! Don't go over there!"

The barrage stopped, and several team members pulled back their captain to avoid more casualties.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The bolter rounds fixed in the air fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The Orks captured a Space Marine alive without suffering any losses.

On the contrary, the Dark Angels Legion's inner circle veteran team suffered a reduction in personnel, and also wasted a large amount of ammunition.

Monreit's chest heaved violently, and his heavy breathing could be heard in the corridor even through his heavy armor.

He slowly retreated with anger and coldness, away from the cation barrier, and discussed countermeasures with his team members.

The boarding squad held their guns, watching the Orks vigilantly, and from the outside, there were no more actions.

The scene became quiet for a while, with only the ship's engines humming.

On the other side, inside the bridge.

Four Blood Raven Boyz worked together to carry the Space Marine into here.

Li Nuo opened his eyes, ending a short Waaagh simulation.

He was on the scene when the inner circle veterans shot the Blood Raven Boyz.

He possessed the Blood Raven Boyz carrying the Space Marine, used the fungal ability - Brain Stun to control Babers, and then used Vibration to fix the bolter barrage.

"Strip off his power armor and undersuit, leaving only his underwear."

Li Nuo's consciousness returned from the Blood Raven Boyz to Kroen, and issued orders in the language of the purple skins.

With his order, the surrounding Blood Raven Boyz reached out and groped the Space Marine.

A part of the Blood Raven Boyz's gene fragments came from the Mek Boyz.

This made them naturally skilled at "mechanical devices".

After groping around the shell and seams of the power armor, they found a safe way to open the armor.

At this time, the Space Marine was still in a state of being fixed by Brain Stun.

From the consumption of Brain Stun, it can be seen that the Space Marine's willpower is far superior to ordinary people.

[You consumed 100 kilograms of Dummkopfpilz to cast Brain Stun on the Space Marine of unknown title.]

[Affected by the target's willpower, the duration of Brain Stun is only 1.3 seconds.]

100 kilograms can only control him for 1.3 seconds.

Fortunately, Li Nuo has developed a good habit of maintaining a stock of more than 1 million tons of commonly used fungi such as Li's Vibration Shroom, Glowspores, and Dummkopfpilz at all times, otherwise he really couldn't afford such consumption.

After stripping off the armor, the Space Marine was only left with his underwear.

The Blood Raven Boyz moved him to the table and used magnetic rope devices to fix his head, body, and limbs.

"Jie jie jie~" Li Nuo chuckled and approached, picked up the scalpel, and stretched out his "sinister" hands towards the Space Marine on the table.