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As the mechanical button was pressed, the outer armor plates of the lower deck slowly shifted.

The ship's airtight environment was breached, and air was sucked into the vacuum of space.

The turbulent airflow, like a raging river, violently buffeted the Inner Circle veterans, halting their advance.

"Quick, get into the boarding craft! Those damned aliens are trying to suck us into outer space!"

The group squeezed into the boarding craft, and Nergson manipulated the panel, igniting the thrusters to start.

The airflow grew more and more violent, actually pushing the boarding craft outwards along its original path, the hard hull scraping violently against the shattered ship structure, erupting in a cacophony of noise.

A dozen seconds later, the boarding craft was forced away from the ship, tumbling through the air amidst a flurry of flying metal shards.

The outer armor plates of the frigate closed, leaving a visible patch where the boarding craft had broken through.

Having shaken off the Inner Circle veterans, the frigate reversed direction, accelerating away from the homeworld, and soon opened a warp gate, leaving the area of conflict.

On the other side, the boarding craft's death spiral was brought under control, and the hull stopped swaying from side to side.

The Inner Circle veterans pulled out fusion battery packs from the ceiling compartments and worked together to equip them.

The power armor's energy supply was completely restored, and various scanning devices were activated.

The scan results showed that they were currently in an uncharted region of space.

Faced with an unfamiliar star system, they felt a sense of bewilderment for the first time in their lives.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

We are the Dark Angels Legion, the Deathwing, knights of the Broken Claw Chapter.

We are in the O'Neil homeworld system, about to face a vast alien army.

We must quickly find a hiding place, verify the truth of the Randan Alliance's return, and send a warning to the Broken Claw Monastery.

Calming their minds and looking into the distance, a horrifying sight came into view.

"What is that! Could it be the warp beacon?"

"Oh, Terra, what blasphemy and heresy is this!"

"The damned O'Neil actually used the corpses of their own kind to build such a terrible orbital tower!"

Outside the porthole, a spire over three hundred kilometers tall rose from the ground.

It was difficult to put into words the ugliness and strangeness of this building.

It was composed of metal and indescribable fragments of bodies, possessing both the toughness of steel creations and the growth potential of flesh creations.

Steel formed its skeleton, indescribable fragments were its muscles and tissues, the despair and wails of the dead provided its energy, and dense psychic fluctuations converged from the base of the giant tower to the tip, forming a glittering purple orb.

The ultimate visual shock was enough to break the will of ordinary people, and even the mentally resilient Inner Circle veterans inevitably felt a great tremor in their hearts.

"Brothers, this star system must be completely purged."

Montreit's voice was low, and his eyes revealed a cold light:

"This planet is beyond saving, and a thorough culling is inevitable. Our primary task is to contact the Monastery, convey information, obtain support, and strive to have the Chapter Master sign an Exterminatus order."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Nergson, find an orbital spaceport where we can land; we'll go there first."

"Roger, Captain."

An orbital command tower usually has devices or personnel responsible for warp communication, and can also obtain a certain amount of supplies.

However, the Inner Circle veterans were about to be disappointed.

The giant tower in front of them looked like an orbital tower, but it was actually a warp beacon, lacking orbital command capabilities and facilities such as space docks.

"Clang!"

The boarding craft pierced the outer armor plates and launched a boarding action, and the Inner Circle veterans landed successfully, wreaking havoc in the frigate.

During the battle, the veterans noticed something was wrong.

The enemy was divided into two types.

One type was the slave soldiers wearing mental collars, equipped with rudimentary gear and almost no armor.

The other type was the O'Neil officers commanding the slave soldiers. They were fully armed, possessed plasteel armor and automatic weapons, but were not equipped with communicators, and did not communicate with each other. However, they were able to cooperate and advance and retreat with order.

This characteristic was highly consistent with the Bone Drinkers, who possessed mental communication abilities.

Could it be, as that O'Neil captain had said before, that the O'Neil homeworld had been occupied by the Bone Drinkers?!

This thought sent a chill through everyone's hearts, and their killing actions became even more fierce.

Bolters flew, gunfire roared, and the violent sound waves spread from the breach point to the bridge, as the Inner Circle veterans cut a bloody path.

A moment later, the group captured the captain alive and took control of the ship.

Tech-Sergeant Nergson took charge of the helm, maneuvering the frigate towards the nearest orbital tower, preparing to deal with interception and orbital bombardment.

But the message that followed forced him to reduce his speed.

"Say what you just said again?"

Barbus grabbed the captain's shoulder and twisted it hard, crushing the bones in his shoulder.

Strangely, the O'Neil captain did not show the slightest pain, as if the shoulder Barbus had crushed did not belong to him.

"I said, you dog bastards of the Human Empire, you're too late."

The captain's lips curled into a smile, and cunning and ruthlessness appeared on his deep purple face:

"The Randan Alliance fleet set off more than half a month ago and is about to arrive in the northernmost part of the galaxy. You can no longer stop their arrival. This place will become your graveyard, we will thirstily drink your blood and devour your flesh..."

"Bang."

Barbus threw a punch, smashing the left half of the O'Neil captain's shoulder, "Speak, where can I find a warp communicator?"

"Heh... heh heh heh..."

The O'Neil captain coughed up blood and chuckled sinisterly, "I dare say, do you dare to go? Have you forgotten what we Bone Drinkers are best at?"

Bone Drinkers were best at parasitism and predation.

After revealing the location of the warp communicator, the Bone Drinkers could set up deadly traps there, waiting for the Space Marines to set foot in them, and enjoying the pleasure of the hunt.

"I hate psychic networks. I'd bet the enemy is converging on us. We can't sit here and wait for death; the sky is not our main battlefield."

Barbus gave the O'Neil captain another punch, loudly demanding details about the star system.

A few minutes later, the causes and consequences of the event became clear.

The O'Neil had two planets, designated Planet 1 and Planet 2, respectively.

Planet 1 was the territory of the higher O'Neil, and Planet 2 was a gathering place for laborers, slaves, outcasts, and convicts.

The O'Neil infected by the Bone Drinkers were mainly the higher O'Neil on Planet 1, who were generally officers, wealthy merchants, slave owners, and the like.

The planet the group was currently on was Planet 1.

The higher O'Neil built spires here, and many of the raw materials they used came from Planet 2, and the construction process could be described as cruel slaughter.

Planet 1 was a site of heinous sacrifice, and all the surface facilities served the spire.

A psyker might be able to control the spire and send a warning to the heart of the Empire, but the Inner Circle veterans couldn't do it, as they were not psykers.

The veterans might be able to find psykers in the higher O'Neil capital on Planet 1.

There were factory clusters, palaces, technological facilities built in imitation of the Human Empire, and the warp communication facilities that were urgently needed, which was a psychic hall suspected to be operated by astropaths.

The aliens never failed to disappoint when it came to being inhumane.

They did not know where they had captured a light cruiser, and had taken over the astropath choir on it, forcing them to serve them.

These stranded people were trapped in the capital mansion on Planet 1, unable to live or die, and could only broadcast news of the Randan Alliance to the districts of the Midlark Sector in the north of the galaxy under the coercion of the Bone Drinkers.

The good news was that the higher O'Neil civil war and sacrificial rituals had consumed an unimaginable amount of manpower.

At this time, the planet's capital had a weak defense, and the number of armed personnel might not even be one percent of what it was during its peak.

Montreit gave Barbus a gesture, and the latter decisively ended the captain's life.

"Can this ship perform warp travel?"

"No, Captain. The ship has no warp engine, no navigation computer, and no navigator."

Nergson paused and asked:

"Captain, before astropaths are formally employed, they undergo a soul-binding ceremony within the Imperial Palace on Terra. They have an indelible psychic connection with the Astropathic Choir of Terra. But just now, that Bone Drinker said that they had controlled the astropaths..."

"Yes, I know what you're worried about."

Montreit frowned slightly, forming a "川" character between his eyebrows:

"The soul-binding ceremony is not a loyalty failsafe. When astropaths succumb to external forces, they will still betray their beliefs and join the ranks of the enemy. Those captured astropaths are very likely to be traitors."

Everyone's eyes flashed with killing intent; the First Legion had always been quick to kill traitors.

But nothing is absolute.

There were also many traitors who had a change of heart.

"We're going to the capital of this planet. By the way, Nergson, can this ship fly in the atmosphere?"

"I think there's no problem; I saw an atmospheric cruising mode option in the operating system. However, the ship's hull structure is damaged and won't last long in the atmospheric environment, so we need to land quickly."

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off.”

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

The ship accelerated, the thrusters emitting bursts of roaring sounds.

The damage caused by the boarding was located on the lower deck, where the airtight doors had been activated, isolating it from other areas.

Even so, the act of entering the atmosphere still had some impact on the bridge.

The violently trembling air surged within the bridge, the ear-piercing explosions assaulting every auditory nerve, forcing the Space Marines to activate their 'Leman's Ears,' actively blocking out external noise.

Several ships patrolling in near-Earth orbit surrounded them, using macrocannons and laser arrays to 'warmly welcome' the arrival of the Space Marines.

“Don't get bogged down in fighting, initiate orbital drop immediately.”

“Roger.” Negson's hands moved rapidly across the console, creating afterimages.

Due to the lack of a large crew, he had to personally execute the switching and adjustment of many mechanical devices.

The ship's flight attitude changed to a downward slant.

The bow first rubbed against the thin atmosphere, the white contrails extending outward along the curved hull, then turning into faint black smoke, with some of the armor plates turning red in the intense friction.

“Activate magnetic boots, it's going to be very bumpy. I will perform the drop at the maximum load the hull structure can withstand.”

Negson spoke rapidly, and with two hissing sounds, his feet were firmly attached to the floor.

The ship skillfully avoided the attacks from near-Earth orbit, but many aircraft appeared on the surface, surrounding them from all directions.

Negson piloted the frigate, decisively moving downwards along the tangent of the surface, the speed increasing faster and faster.

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The thrusters at the stern were shut down, and the thrusters at the bow roared, trying to suppress the ship's descent speed as much as possible, with every corner of the hull shaking violently.

“Hold on tight! I'm going to adjust the flight attitude! Dizziness is normal!”

Negson roared and pulled the lever forcefully.

A grating sound of deformation echoed throughout the bridge, and immense pressure pressed down on everyone like a mountain.

The pressure was so great that the equipment in the bridge showed a noticeable arc.

“Squeak squeak squeak, crack crack crack!”

The rivets on the armor plates could not withstand the immense pressure and shot out like springs, and the armor plates detached from the hull, turning into fallen leaves in the raging wind.

The altitude dropped rapidly, the ear-piercing alarm was drowned out by the noise, and the reverse thrusters turned into a raging fireball in the overload.

Finally, at an altitude of 2000 meters, the hull righted itself, and the thrusters at the bottom began to work, providing lift for the ship.

The frigate slowly descended, the yellow sand-covered ground was close at hand, and a large number of buildings and convoys appeared not far ahead, and further away was an orbital tower, which was where the capital was located.

Many armored vehicles were speeding towards them, stirring up large swathes of smoke in the sky.

“Shoosh shoosh shoosh shoosh—” A row of rockets flew with trails of flames, about to land on the frigate's bridge hull.

The armored vehicle convoy was coming with ill intentions, and the upcoming battle would be very difficult.

“Click click.”

The bolters were loaded, and Montreit and the team members exchanged glances, their voices calm but revealing a deadly aura:

“Remember our experience hunting the beasts of the forest on Caliban? How did we finally fight our way out of the herd?”

The team members responded in unison:

“Drink their blood, eat their flesh, use their bones and tendons as weapons, never let up for a moment.”

“That's right! We never let up for a moment!” Montreit roared:

“A moment of relaxation, a lifetime of heresy! For the Lion, exterminate the xenos!”

“For the Lion, exterminate the xenos!”

The battle cry and the sound of explosions rang out simultaneously, and a dozen rockets exploded on the bridge hull.

“Rumble rumble rumble rumble—”

Flames rose, thick smoke filled the air, and blade-like fragments splashed everywhere.

The armored vehicle convoy moved away from the bombed ship, and a small part of the hull was reduced to ashes.

The armored vehicles opened their doors, and slave soldiers with collars around their necks walked out.

Most of these people were Oni, and a small number were humans and various subhumans.

The collars around their necks crackled, and the person behind the scenes used some kind of electric shock to force them to obey orders.

The slave soldiers looked numb, holding guns and detectors, confirming the life signals of the Space Marines.

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

The detector's signal was affected by the thick fog, and the detection result was blurred.

The slave soldiers surrounded the silent bridge, the remaining flames crackling and spitting sparks.

Just then.

The curtain formed by the thick smoke was split open by bayonet-like gun barrels, ceramite boots crushed the rubble on the ground, and the claw-shaped emblem of the Disciples of Caliban jumped out.

Thirteen tall figures formed a hard line, crushing the enemy from the front.

Bolter rounds turned into a rain of bullets, covering the entire field.

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—”

…

…

“Bang bang bang…”

The gunshots passed through layers of ship cabins and passages, reaching the lower deck of the ship, turning into muffled sounds that lingered around the landing craft.

“Click click click.”

A faint mechanical sound came from the rear of the landing craft, and a metal plate was pried open from the inside, about to fall off.

“Clang.”

The metal plate landed.

A bronze-colored thigh stretched out first, followed by a torso, limbs, and head of the same color.

“Hiss—Huff—”

Li Nuo let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and mumbled as he took out a potion and drank it in large gulps.

“Damn, I finally got out. I almost suffocated in the rear compartment of the landing craft.”

The potion took effect, and his height of sixty centimeters shot up to one meter sixty, and his shriveled muscles quickly filled out, with clear and distinct lines.

Li Nuo clenched his fist, feeling the muscle strength of the Special Ops Kid - Bond 3rd Generation, and nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around, crouched and crawled into the rear compartment of the landing craft, destroying the devices inside.

The same device had appeared on Granite Five, and then the rebel headquarters became fireworks in a plasma explosion.

This time, Li Nuo was not here to suppress the rebels.

His goal was to clear the data records about Palu.

The Oni privateer fleet had visited Palu.

Li Nuo was worried that this data would fall into the hands of the Human Empire, so he deliberately tampered with the landing craft, personally eliminating the hidden dangers of Palu.

He hand-crafted weapons, equipment, and instruments using the scrap on site, using 'Mao Ge's Black Hair', 'Mao Ge Quietly', and the Fungal Ability - Optical Invisibility to achieve perfect stealth.

After some preparation, the gunshots subsided, and Li Nuo was ready to go out and explore.

He entered stealth mode, patted the Dongdong Finder on his waist, and issued an instruction with the Gao Mao Goggles:

“Scan all signals inside and outside the ship.”

“Alright, give me three minutes.” The Orkish brain in the Dongdong Finder responded.

Three minutes later.

“I'm telling you, there are a lot of dead Purple Skins outside, and thirteen restless Shrimps. Those Shrimps have terrifyingly strong life signals, as powerful as the clan boss. You with your little arms and legs, you'd better not go and die.”

Isn't that nonsense?

Li Nuo rolled his eyes at the glib Dongdong Finder.

He only had bulletproof plastic armor on his body, while the Inner Circle veterans wore ceramite, and had auxiliary power sources.

The difference in combat power between the two was self-evident.

Of course, Li Nuo himself knew that he was enough to crush that group of veterans.

The Dongdong Finder did not include the Fungal Ability when measuring combat power.

The Fungal Ability was the biggest trump card, and Li Nuo would never leave any clues, so it was normal that the Fungal Ability did not exist in the Dongdong Finder's database.

He pressed the 'Mao Ge Quietly' force field generator on his waist a few times, increasing the shielding level of the psychic signal to Gamma level.

In this way, the psychic fluctuations caused by the Warp Walking would not spread beyond the 'Mao Ge Quietly' force field.

With a thought, the Warp Walking was activated, and the closed passage turned into a black and white photograph.

Li Nuo found the right direction, passed through the thinnest area, and came directly to the yellow sand outside the ship.

This was his first time performing a Warp Walk of more than a hundred meters, and he gained a lot, and had an increasingly clear understanding of the details of Warp Walking.

First of all, Fungal Abilities can be used during Warp Walking.

However, if the target is in the material universe, you must first end the Warp Walking, return to the material universe, and then use the Fungal Ability on the target.

In addition, when performing Warp Walking, you have no collision volume.

But as long as you lock onto a certain objectively existing material object with your mind, you can have a collision relationship with the other party, and use the surface of this object as a support.

Like the sea of sand under your feet.

If you silently say in your heart 'I want to stand on the sea of sand', Li Nuo's feet will be able to borrow strength from it, and then stand firm, and will not put his feet into the ground by accident.

This detail is very good, and can prevent yourself from accidentally getting stuck in obstacles.