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The Omophagea, or 'Purifier,' is the fourteenth gene-seed organ implanted into a Space Marine.

It helps Space Marines to eliminate toxins.

Its detoxification effect is enhanced when working in conjunction with other gene-seed organs.

For the past 26 days, the Inner Circle veterans had been immobilized by magnetic locks, forced to endure anesthesia, unable to move, and unable to actively seek food or excrete waste.

Li Nuo had neither starved them nor allowed them to defecate on the metal plates.

Fluid nutrient tubes and catheters had been continuously inserted into the Inner Circle veterans, and 'Bao Zheng' (diapers) were changed daily by the Blood Raven aspirants.

With good food and drink provided, the physiological functions of the Inner Circle veterans remained intact, and the various gene-seed organs worked with the Omophagea to purify the anesthetic drugs, resulting in the Inner Circle veterans developing an increasing resistance to anesthesia.

Seeing that the Inner Circle veterans were about to break free, Li Nuo knew that it was time for him to go online and take command, so he quickly took out the magical spore and put it in his mouth, loading the save file of Blood Raven Chapter Master - Kroen.

The perspective switched from the bedroom in the Wangting District residence to the bridge of an Orne-style escort ship.

Li Nuo possessed the Blood Raven Chapter Master and opened his eyes.

He fixed his gaze on the monitoring screen, where 13 figures in the secret room were writhing on the metal plates, the amplitude becoming larger and larger, causing the metal plates to creak.

The Inner Circle veterans wore masks on their faces.

The mask's soft tube entered the oral cavity, passed through the throat, and reached the esophagus.

The soft tube was used to deliver fluid food and anesthetic agents.

For the Inner Circle veterans, the immediate priority was to get rid of the masks and pull the soft tubes out of their esophagi, preventing more anesthetic agents from entering their bodies.

They struggled violently on the metal plates, and although their limbs and arms were fixed by magnetic locking devices, they used brute force to twist off the screws and welding points, not giving up even when their skin was scratched bloody by the metal.

Outside the secret room, a squad of Blood Raven aspirants, carrying toolboxes and concentrated anesthetic, ran quickly to reinforce the magnetic locking devices and inject more anesthetic components into the 'shrimps.'

Li Nuo turned his head and glanced at the aspirant controlling the navigation computer:

"How long until we reach our destination?"

"10 minutes, sir."

Li Nuo thought for a moment, activated the communicator, and issued an order using the internal encrypted communication:

"Squads 15 to 20, move away from the secret room and proceed to battle area BT114 on the upper deck to await orders."

The Blood Raven aspirants in the picture stopped, and the leader pressed his headset to respond:

"Yes, sir."

They returned the way they had come, leaving the scene as quickly as possible, and as soon as they entered the elevator, a dramatic change occurred in the secret room.

Several figures, with low roars of anger, tore off the magnetic locking devices on their wrists, suddenly sat up, grabbed the masks on their faces, and pulled hard.

The soft tubes came out of their mouths, with strands of silver wire clinging to the ends, and were casually thrown on the ground by the Inner Circle veterans.

"Snap, snap, snap…"

The magnetic locking devices that bound their torsos, legs, and feet were forcibly broken, and the veterans who woke up first rolled off the beds, helping their comrades break free from confinement.

From the monitoring screen came a low and hoarse exchange, spoken quickly in High Gothic, a language difficult for xenos to master.

"Barbas, how are your injuries?"

"Almost healed. I'm going to kill these Orne! They dare to desecrate my gene-seed organs!"

"Quiet, move quickly, don't alarm the Orne outside."

"Negson, open the door."

A Techmarine named Negson came to the gate, reached into his abdomen, and took out a mechanical tool hidden under the synthetic skin, using some kind of multi-functional lock pick to open the door.

One of the Inner Circle veterans looked up at the sky, his eyes sweeping across the ceiling, and muttered:

"Do you think there might be surveillance in this secret room?"

Negson, who was picking the lock, shook his head:

"The electromagnetic signal scanner in my body has not detected any additional electromagnetic signals. It is unlikely that there are surveillance cameras here."

Heh heh.

Li Nuo chuckled inwardly.

The monitoring equipment and sound pickup equipment in the secret room were all protected by 'Mao Ge's Black Hair' and 'Mao Ge's Quietly,' even a Primarch might not be able to detect them, let alone a Techmarine's scanning implants.

In fact, Li Nuo had plenty of time to remove the Techmarine's implants.

However, in order to get the others to cooperate with him in putting on a good show, he ultimately decided to leave these small items that could help the Inner Circle veterans 'turn the tables.'

"Click, click, click."

The gate made a strange noise, the lock cylinder was opened by the Techmarine, and a teammate next to him handed him an iron bar made from a table leg.

The Assault Marine named Barbas still took the lead.

He cautiously pushed open the gate, poked half his head into the corridor outside, quickly glanced around, and whispered back:

"There are no Orne guarding the door or patrolling. Something is wrong. What are these bastards up to?"

"Let's get our power armor back first," the boarding team leader signaled to the Techmarine. "Negson, lead the way."

"Let's go," Negson nodded, and entered the door.

The group moved quickly and quietly in the corridor.

Li Nuo picked up the communicator:

"Squads 1 to 20, be advised, the Space Marines are heading your way. Act like you mean it, don't let them see through it, but don't overdo it either."

"Roger."

Li Nuo pressed the monitoring button and adjusted the screen to the area where Squads 1 to 20 were located.

This was the middle deck of the escort ship, mainly consisting of loading platforms, cargo containers, crew quarters, and equipment depots.

Why were there no Orne guards or patrols near the secret room?

Because everyone was busy fighting the fire!

Anyone with experience in warp travel knows that there are two things to fear most in the warp: warp storms and fires on the ship.

Fire consumes a large amount of oxygen and produces waste gas that is difficult to recover and purify, causing great damage to the artificial ecological environment inside the ship.

There is nowhere in the warp to replenish oxygen or produce oxygen reactants.

Therefore, every escort ship and higher-level ship is specially equipped with a fire prevention department.

As soon as the fire alarm rings, the command authority of the fire prevention department head will be temporarily elevated, even higher than the helmsman and the engine room chief engineer on the ship.

At this moment, a fire personally started by the Blood Raven aspirants was spreading on the middle deck.

"Ding-ling-ling-ling-ling — — — —"

The piercing alarm sound pierced the ears, the red light of the alarm lights flashed on and off, and the noisy shouting and footsteps were endless.

The Inner Circle veterans hid behind the door, observing the situation of the fire scene from a narrow crack in the door.

The Orne were busy and overwhelmed trying to put out the fire, shuttling back and forth between the source of the fire and the water source, leaving the prisoners in the secret room behind.

Looking at this group of flustered and distracted xenos, everyone unconsciously curled the corners of their mouths into a sneer.

"The Emperor protects, the fire has helped us a lot," the captain patted Negson on the shoulder. "Continue to lead the way, bypass these bastards' blind spots."

"Follow me," Negson nodded and went through the door.

The group lowered their center of gravity and used the crates in the corridor to cover themselves.

Praise the fire.

In order to prevent the goods from being burned by the fire, the Orne transferred a large number of crates to places other than the warehouse, which happened to give them a chance to sneak around.

Li Nuo looked at the shadowy figures in the picture, smiled slightly, and said in the communication channel:

"Squad 1, listen up, the Space Marines are at your 3 o'clock. Go give them a surprise. Perform enthusiastically, don't let them see through it, but don't overdo it."

"Roger."

In the picture, 5 Orne, their faces covered in ash from the fire, were planning to find a place to slack off.

Coincidentally, the direction they were walking happened to form a tangent with the route of the Inner Circle veterans.

The two sides "accidentally" met behind a huge metal cabinet!

"Hell! Those humans have escaped!"

"Quick, tell the commander! Don't let these humans escape!"

"Stop them! Don't let them through!"

"Are you an idiot? They are Space Marines! We can't stop them! Run!"

The 5 Orne dropped the buckets in their hands and ran away, shouting, as if they had seen a man-eating tiger.

The boarding team leader calmly ordered:

"Accelerate! Before the fire is brought under control, these xenos won't be able to take care of us!"

The veterans ran wildly, rushing towards the warehouse where the power armor was stored.

Barbas smashed open the door panel with his hard shoulder, and the team members behind him filed in, cooperating with each other to block the door.

This was a sprawling mechanical workshop.

13 sets of power armor were laid out flat on the ground, a weapons rack next to them was filled with guns, ammunition and projectiles were piled in the corner, and many documents and photos were scattered on the workbench.

It seemed that before the fire, the O'Neill people were studying the weapons and equipment of the Dark Angels.

"Damn xenos, how dare they defile a domain that does not belong to them."

"Let us unleash carnage, brothers, and grant them punishment with blood and thunder."

The veterans manually donned their power armor, their anger accelerating their movements.

An embarrassing situation soon arose.

Their fusion battery packs and spare batteries were gone, turning the power armor into a burden, and the firing pins of their guns had been removed, rendering them completely useless.

Tech-Sergeant Negson came up with an idea:

"We'll go to the lower decks and find a landing craft. I personally maintained that landing craft, and I hid several sets of emergency battery packs and three laser pistols in a compartment under the floor."

Everyone saw a glimmer of hope, their eyes lighting up.

"You're a lifesaver, Negson."

"When we get back, I'll treat you to mead."

"Brothers, let's go. We'll borrow some weapons from the O'Neill people along the way."

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This time, the captain and Babers took the lead, as they were the strongest in the squad. Even without a power source, they could still walk quickly in their power armor.

The remaining members, after putting on their power armor, moved more slowly, barely keeping up with the captain and Babers' pace.

Several O'Neill squads received the message and came from the fire scene to stop the Space Marines.

"Bang bang bang — — — —"

"Da da da — — — —"

Bolters and automatic pistols roared, and a barrage of bullets rained down on the ceramite armor. Stray bullets ricocheted off, bouncing endlessly off the walls of the metal corridors.

This intensity of attack could not pose a threat to the veterans.

To put it bluntly, even without power armor, they could use their superhuman reaction speed and mobility to make the O'Neill people beg for mercy.

But times were different now. The priority was to obtain emergency power, and they must not get bogged down in a protracted battle.

"Break through, don't linger. Negson, Kolmar, Tavenson, you're responsible for covering our retreat and locking the gate, don't let those bastards catch up."

The boarding captain charged into the enemy ranks like a dump truck, smashing the weapons in their hands with his iron fists, waving his arms and clearing a large open space.

The O'Neill people were knocked over, screaming in terror, and their morale plummeted, turning to flee.

Thanks to the protection of their plasteel armor, they did not cough up blood and die on the spot after taking a few punches from the veterans, inadvertently defusing the crisis of exposing their secrets.

Li Nuo watched the Space Marines with guns in their hands on the screen, slowly nodded, and snapped his fingers to the helmsman beside him:

"Leave the warp and proceed at full speed to the target location."

"Yes, sir."

The helmsman, played by a Blood Raven grot, saluted Li Nuo in a convincing manner and pushed the lever in front of him with all his might.

A strong tremor came from the depths of the ship, quickly sweeping through the hull.

A rift appeared in front of the ship.

Within the rift, a planet covered in purplish-black clouds appeared before them, a slender spike extending from beneath the clouds to the highest point of near-ground orbit.

This was not Palu, but the O'Neill homeworld.

Li Nuo didn't want to lead the Dark Angel legion to his own territory. The O'Neill homeworld was undoubtedly the most suitable place to 'drop off guests'.

On the monitoring screen, thirteen inner circle veterans were engaged in a fierce firefight with their pursuers.

Bullets had no eyes, and casualties were inevitable.

Several Blood Raven grots were hit, bleeding dark brown blood, and the camouflage on their bodies became unstable.

Ripples spread out from the wounds, spreading throughout their bodies, and their appearance and physique uncontrollably shifted towards the original appearance of the Blood Raven grots.

Li Nuo put on his weirdboy goggles and stared at the injured Blood Raven grots through the goggles, casting the Weirdboy Power - Heal from afar.

The heavily wounded Blood Raven grots were dragged to the rear by their comrades, their wounds quickly stopped bleeding and healed, and their camouflage stabilized.

The inner circle veterans' attention was entirely on the battle at the front, and they did not notice this scene, which relieved Li Nuo.

"Squads 20 to 40, the Space Marines are about to reach the lower decks, let them pass. After they leave in the landing craft, we will enter the warp here."

"Roger."

The Blood Raven grots withdrew from the battlefield, their backs looking somewhat embarrassed, appearing to be afraid of the Space Marines.

The inner circle veterans split into two groups, one group remained on guard, and the other group inspected the landing craft and searched for emergency power sources.

Thank goodness, the xenos had barely repaired the holes in the external armor plating during this time, and had no time to deal with the landing craft.

The landing craft ignited successfully, the engine was operating normally, the thrusters had surging power, and the emergency power sources and guns hidden in the compartment were also intact.

The ship adjusted its flight attitude, and the planet shrouded in purplish-black clouds appeared on the porthole.

At this moment, the veterans were all stunned.

"Where are we?"

"Could this be the O'Neill territory?"

"We have to find a way to confirm the spatial coordinates and contact the Chapter."

Captain Monrit thought for a moment and had an idea:

"We'll fight our way back, first recapture the fusion battery packs, and then control the bridge and take control of this ship. Move quickly, we must gain control before the frigate enters near-ground orbit."

"Yes, Captain!"

The veterans responded in unison, raising the weapons they had scavenged.

With the emergency power sources, their combat power had recovered to about 30%, enough to sweep away the xenos on the ship.

But they seemed to have forgotten one thing.

Li Nuo pressed a button, and a golden-white ion barrier appeared around the landing craft, just blocking the Space Marines' path.

The veterans were stunned, and someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Damn it, how could we forget about the ion barrier?"

"Why do I feel like these xenos are deliberately letting us leave?"

"They want to drive us off the ship."

"What exactly is their purpose? They could have killed us during the anesthesia, but they didn't."

Hey, it's not too late to realize it now.

Seeing that the inner circle veterans had finally figured it out, Li Nuo simply stated part of his purpose.

He turned on the lower deck's broadcast and cleared his throat, saying:

"Oh, hey, guys, let me make things clear.

"About three months ago, we O'Neill people received a warp message from the Randan Alliance from outside the galaxy. The Randan Alliance hopes that we will build warp beacons to help them return to the galaxy."

"Wh... what..."

"The Randan exile fleet escaped outside the galaxy? No wonder we haven't been able to find any trace of them for so many years."

"Don't believe the xenos' words, they must be lying to us!"

Li Nuo ignored them and continued to finish his words.

"Since receiving the news from the Randan Alliance, a great division has occurred within the O'Neill people. The fierce civil war ultimately ended with the Bone Drinkers winning. Yes, you heard me right, the victors of the civil war are the O'Neill people controlled by the Bone Drinkers. O'Neill people like us who have not joined the Bone Drinkers have become exiles who have lost our homeworld."

Monrit looked up at the source of the voice, which was a metal speaker protruding from the wall:

"Xenos, you are using us. You want to use the Imperium's hand to eliminate dissidents. Don't dream. You O'Neill people and the Randan Alliance are all our enemies. We will not cooperate with enemies... Destroy the ion barrier generator!"

At Monrit's command, bolters spewed fire.

Bolts penetrated the wall and hit the generator hidden inside.

The ion barrier went out of control, and golden-white light spots flew around, about to fall on the inner circle veterans.

At this moment, Negson raised a metal plate to block in front of his teammates, and the ion impact did not stir up the slightest ripple.

"Ha, xenos! Your tricks won't work on us twice in a row, just wait to die!"

The metal plate in Negson's hand had a thick layer of anti-electromagnetic lead, the raw material from the landing craft.

While the captain was negotiating with the xenos leader, Negson made this shield to deal with the ion storm.

Seeing this scene, Li Nuo showed appreciation.

As expected of experienced inner circle veterans, quick-witted and decisive. It would be great if these people could be transformed into his own green-skinned Palu.

Having said that, Li Nuo did not intend to continue to entangle with them.

"Since you don't want to leave, then I'll send you on your way. Also, a friendly reminder, your fusion battery packs are in the ceiling compartment of the landing craft."

"What?!"

The inner circle veterans were baffled, and really did not expect that the xenos would hide the battery packs there.

"Snap!" Li Nuo slammed down on the mechanical button.

Goodbye, Dark Angels, we will meet again soon.