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"Bang, bang."

Two gunshots rang out.

Bolter rounds struck the door bolt, sparks flew, and the metal bar snapped.

Assault Marine Barbus kicked open the gate and charged into the corridor.

He was greeted by several grenades and a barrage of bullets.

Barbus raised his gun and fired, the first five bullets accurately hitting the grenades, detonating them prematurely, while the remaining bullets slammed into the enemies in the corridor, causing bursts of snow to erupt.

Ammunition exhausted, the gun chamber emitted a crisp 'ding,' Barbus sidestepped to clear the way, pressed against the wall to reload his magazine, and his teammates filled the gap, engaging in a fierce firefight with the enemy.

The brief engagement ended, and the 13 veteran Inner Circle Marines continued forward, their steps firm and decisive.

Passing by a corpse on the ground, Tech-Sergeant Negson made a soft exclamation, alerting his teammates on the internal channel:

"Look, this corpse shows signs of Bone Drinker parasitic spores."

The group slowed their pace, swiveling their gun muzzles towards it.

A dozen or so spores, smaller than grains of rice, emerged, drifting along the ground with the low-lying air currents, emitting a faint blue-purple glow.

A power sword enveloped in lightning slashed through the air, incinerating the spores in an instant with its electric arc.

Captain Monreith sheathed his sword and used his toe to flip the corpse over.

An O'Neil officer wearing carapace armor was revealed, a unique arm badge on his right shoulder indicating his status and position.

"Probably some kind of bodyguard, ordered to oversee the battle, just happened to get taken out by us."

Monreith exchanged glances with his teammates and nodded slightly:

"Stay vigilant, don't let your guard down. More bodyguards will be coming. These guys are highly likely to be infected by the Bone Drinkers."

"Yes, Captain."

Barbus continued to lead the way, asking as he walked:

"Do you think that psychic hall might be a trap set by the Bone Drinkers?"

Monreith replied:

"The information collected by the 'Remembrancer' clearly indicates that the O'Neil are concentrating the Star Speakers in the psychic hall. Even if that place is a trap, we have to go. To rescue those in distress, or to punish the traitors."

"Remembrancer," the eighth gene-organ implanted in the bodies of new recruits, scientifically known as the Gene-Detection Nerve.

It allows Space Marines to quickly acquire the recent memories of local organisms by consuming a portion of their tissue.

Due to some uncontrollable factors, this gene-organ is rejected by the Imperial Medical Department and major legions.

Most legions choose to skip the implantation surgery for this organ, not putting it into the bodies of new recruits.

Only a few legions, such as the Blood Angels, retain this surgery.

Dark Angels Inner Circle veterans possess this gene-organ and are very skilled at using them.

It can fill the stomach and collect intelligence, why not?

"Enemies detected, three o'clock, two hundred yards, at least four hundred life signals, detecting concentrated compounds and strong electromagnetic signals, they have a greater than 78% chance of carrying heavy weapons."

Tech-Sergeant Negson warned, holding a auspex.

The squad adjusted its formation during movement, with shield-bearing members moving to the front.

The group approached a corner, and two crisp "pop" sounds came from the end of the bend, with some kind of chemical dust sprayed into the corridor by smoke grenades.

In a few short seconds, a white fog filled the hundred-meter-long corridor.

Negson glanced at the scanning results on the auspex and lowered his voice:

"It's a special white phosphorus powder that ignites upon contact with metal, and the sticky flames can burn through the joints of power armor."

Monreith ordered:

"Retreat ten yards. Barbus, manually ignite the white phosphorus."

"Yes." Barbus retreated a few steps with the team, detached a fragmentation grenade from his waist, and threw it towards the corner.

The grenade bounced and ricocheted off the wall, landing in the corridor behind the right-angle bend.

"Bang!"

Shrapnel scattered, the white phosphorus dust ignited, and a sea of flames spread out with a whoosh.

The venomous white phosphorus trap caused no damage.

At the end of the passage behind the corner, a loud-mouthed O'Neil shouted at his subordinates:

"Are you idiots? The Imperium scum haven't even entered the corridor yet, why are you launching white phosphorus smoke grenades?!"

The sound signal was fed back onto the holographic vision, marking the enemy's position.

Monreith gestured forward with a tactical hand signal, and the group turned into the right-angle bend, unleashing their firepower.

The combatant holding the smoke grenade launcher was shot in the head, the O'Neil commander who had been scolding his subordinates was hit by several bullets, and the enemies controlling the heavy weapon platforms successively died in the torrent of bullets.

The Inner Circle veterans' speed of action was too fast, far exceeding the reaction speed of ordinary people.

Their running and shooting movements, when falling on the retinas of ordinary people, were as jerky as "frame skipping."

0.1 seconds ago, their left foot had just crossed the corner entrance.

0.1 seconds later, they had already fired more than a dozen bullets.

Faced with this freakish and powerful opponent, the O'Neil were completely suppressed, providing the Space Marines with a continuous supply of weapons, ammunition, and supplies.

Until a group of special O'Neil appeared, the battle situation changed.

These O'Neil were burly and robust like bulls, their highly mechanized bodies radiating heat, and the injector components on their backs were eye-catching.

"Pfft, pfft…"

The piston pushed the hormone drug into their bodies, and the O'Neil brutes swelled in size, pressing over like mountains of flesh.

The bolter guns roared, and the rounds struck their skin and metal shells, exploding and leaving only a few scorch marks, with no visible dents or wounds.

"Careful. Their artificial skin is made of psychic dermis, and the metal shell is made of ceramite. The weak points may be the eyes and the nose and mouth."

Negson spoke quickly, sharing the auspex's high-precision scanning results on the internal channel.

The Inner Circle veterans focused their attention, aiming their bullets at the O'Neil brutes' eyeballs.

"Ding, ding, ding—— —— ——"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, the brutes' heads shook a few times, and their glassy, translucent eyeballs remained intact.

Negson saw the scanning results and paused, a question mark forming in his mind:

"This is… spiritbone? These O'Neil are actually using spiritbone to make eyeballs. Where did they get the craftworld Eldar's specialty?"

The battle was fierce, and no one could enlighten Negson.

The fastest brute charged to the front, swinging the power hammer horizontally, slamming it against the shield with a clang.

A large chunk of the ceramite shield collapsed, and the veteran staggered back several steps, only steadying himself when his shoulder was supported by a teammate behind him.

"What amazing power! Come on! Let me see your tricks!" The veteran threw away the shield, drew the chainsword from his leg, and charged forward with a roar.

The chainsword's teeth rotated at high speed, the chainsword hacking into the armor on the O'Neil brute's abdomen, iron filings flying everywhere, and the cutting sound deafening.

The O'Neil brute did not dodge or evade, but only wielded the heavy hammer single-mindedly.

The magnetic induction thruster inside the power hammer was activated, and a trace of static electricity appeared in the air, the hammerhead accelerating in half a second under the action of the magnetic field, swinging out heavily.

Another Inner Circle veteran slid over, the sword blade scraping against the brute's ankle.

The brute lost its balance, the trajectory of the hammer deviated, and it brushed past the veteran's head.

The chainsword swept out diagonally, cutting into the brute's lower jaw, severing the brute's head from bottom to top.

"Thump."

The first O'Neil brute fell to the ground.

There was no time to celebrate, there were more than thirty such difficult opponents like it!

Captain Monreith's power sword emitted a faint light, a horizontal sweep bisecting the second O'Neil brute at the waist.

Before the snow could stain his armor red, the power sword was sent flying by a tremendous force, Monreith's right hand twisting into a bizarre posture, already fractured.

The heavy hammer whizzed over, Monreith narrowly avoided it, the hammerhead slamming into the wall, the cracking lines spreading rapidly.

The sound of wind whistling came from behind him.

"Careful!" Barbus pushed the captain away.

A beam of blue light passed between the two of them, almost piercing Monreith's hindbrain.

Looking closely, that light was Monreith's power sword.

It was as if it had a life of its own, transforming into a nimble fish, weaving through the battlefield, launching attacks on the Space Marines from insidious angles.

"There's a psyker! Find it!"

Monreith took the chainsword handed over by a teammate with his left hand, his gaze sweeping, seeing a cloaked figure at the corner at the end of the passage ahead.

The person was hiding behind the corner, only revealing a small portion of his body, and the scanner detected psychic fluctuations from him.

"There! Kill it!" Monreith marked the enemy with his goggles.

Negson, as a Tech-Sergeant, was not very skilled at close-quarters combat, so he simply held the bolter gun and provided support from the rear.

Now that he had received the captain's order, he immediately turned the muzzle towards it.

But he never expected that the power sword would stab from his side rear, piercing his head in an instant, drilling out from his forehead.

"No! Negson!"

Monreith's eyes were bloodshot, charging forward to grab the hilt of the power sword, clutching it in his hand with all his strength.

Negson's body mechanically carried out the final commands issued by his brain, pulling the trigger and firing a burst of bullets, but to no avail as the enemy's psyker had a shield protecting him.

He slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall, his hands drooping weakly, blood gushing like a spring.

"No, Negson, no…" Monreith was filled with remorse, blaming himself for not holding onto the sword hilt, allowing the force field sword to be snatched away by the psyker.

His eyes bloodshot, he roared and charged towards the enemy, wielding a sword in each hand, like a ferocious beast unleashing its full battle lust, completely disregarding the excruciating pain from his fractured right hand.

The other team members, witnessing Negson's tragic state, were filled with rage and erupted with all their strength, hacking and slashing madly.

What they didn't notice was that Negson's wound had miraculously stopped bleeding.

Tender flesh buds appeared on the surface of the wound, and brain tissue, skull, and membranes grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His breathing and heartbeat gradually recovered, and his fading pupils regained their light.

Negson's fingers twitched slightly, and a look of astonishment appeared in his dead eyes.

He felt an unbearable itch in his head, an indescribable itch, as if countless ants were crawling and gnawing on it, and his whole body felt warm, almost like soaking in a warm spring.

"What… is… happening?"

His thoughts were fragmented, his chest heaving, and the vitality he had lost was recovering.

Negson heard the roar of the chainsword, his teammates' shouts, the enemies' wails, and the muffled thud of heavy objects falling.

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The pitch-black field of vision turned from dark to light, his vision became clear, and 12 blood-soaked figures intertwined with the enemy, while the insidious psyker hid in the distance, launching sneak attacks.

"I want… to fight… I want… to join them…"

Negson struggled on the ground, first his fingers twitched, then his arms convulsed, his chest heaved, and his head turned.

He raised his hand and touched his head.

There were gashes on his forehead and the back of his head, but the head beneath the gashes was unscathed.

Emperor be praised!

This was simply unbelievable!

His head had actually recovered!

His brain issued the command to "stand", and the nerve signals entered the electronic muscle bundle's conduits through the black carapace's contact points, and the sizzling static noise announced the recovery of function.

Negson straightened up with a whoosh, his movements smooth and fluid, as if he had never fallen.

His teammates were immersed in the battle and didn't notice his abnormality at first, but the enemy's psyker immediately noticed this bizarre scene.

"Hell! How did he get up?!"

The psyker screamed in the Orkish language, utterly shocked.

This scream brought Negson back to his senses.

He bent down and picked up the bolter, took a plasma grenade from his belt, and inserted it into the under-barrel launcher.

"Bang!"

The azure warhead spun out, instantly slamming into the psyker's shield, the plasma torrent violently surging, the psychic shield trembling incessantly, on the verge of collapse.

Negson fired bolter rounds in succession, and blossoms of fire exploded on the shield, the psychic shield disappearing without a trace.

The psyker's head exploded, and his body was torn apart by the bolter rounds, becoming a corpse riddled with bullet holes.

At that moment, the last Orkish strongman fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Monreith and his team were about to deal with the psyker when they suddenly discovered that the guy was already lying in a pool of blood.

They looked back at the sound of gunfire, and the expressions beneath their helmets quickly froze.

"My Terra…"

"Am I hallucinating?"

"What's going on…"

…

…

Sigh…

What else could it be?

The God-Emperor manifested.

It's perfectly reasonable for a living saint from the 40k era to transmigrate and casually save a Space Marine.

Li Nuo hid in the shadows, smiling self-deprecatingly.

You couldn't hold back after all, Li Nuo.

If you had just endured it and let that Techmarine die, how great would that have been.

Now you're in trouble.

You saved the man, but how are you going to let these 30k Space Marines face the supernatural phenomenon of resurrection?

Aren't you just hanging the "Imperial Truth" on a fan and whipping it?

Where are the Emperor and Malcador supposed to put their faces?

If this gets out, will the "Imperial Truth" still be promoted?

Li Nuo cursed himself fiercely in his heart.

He felt that he was a contradictory person.

He liked to act rationally, but would also act emotionally at times, putting himself in a dilemma.

About 10 minutes ago, he erased all the records of Palworld.

He should have ended this Waaagh simulation and gone to Palworld to farm and invent things.

But out of curiosity, he sneaked over to check on the Space Marines, and just happened to witness Negson's head being pierced.

At that moment, recognition and approval of the Space Marine as a character stirred in his heart, prompting him to take impulsive action.

He used a healing spell on Negson, saving his life.

But what should he do next?

How to explain the resurrection?

Li Nuo thought for a while, then suddenly an idea popped into his head, and he slapped his forehead, realizing:

"It's not me who has to explain the supernatural phenomenon, why am I worrying? As long as I don't show up, who will know I did it? Let the Inner Circle old men of the Dark Angels have a headache themselves. Besides, it was Bond 3rd generation who resurrected him, what does it have to do with me?"

Li Nuo's mind suddenly became clear.

He glanced at the injured Space Marines, and decided to go all the way, casting several healing spells in succession.

Being a living saint is like that, there are only zero times and countless times.

The sudden self-healing of the flesh completely stunned the resilient Inner Circle veterans.

"Is there a psyker helping us?"

"Such a powerful psychic power, the bone fragments stuck in the muscles have actually returned to their original positions!"

"I'm detecting a gamma-level psychic fluctuation here, what about you?"

"Me too."

The gamma-level psychic fluctuation was caused by Li Nuo, but it didn't come from fungal ability.

Fungal ability is not psychic power, it has nothing to do with the Warp, and it doesn't produce psychic fluctuations during use.

Li Nuo slightly reduced the coverage of the "Boss is Sneaking" force field, spreading the psychic fluctuations traveling through the Warp to cover up the fact that he was using fungal ability.

"Who is helping us?"

"Maybe it's a local gamma-level psyker."

"Could it be a trap?"

"It shouldn't be. A gamma-level psyker would have no problem killing all of us, why would they set a trap for us."

"That's true."

The Inner Circle veterans discussed it for a while, deliberately turning on the external loudspeakers, trying to attract the potential psyker to show up.

Li Nuo wouldn't fall for their trick.

It's better to be a little invisible person, controlling everything behind the scenes.

Seeing that the psyker had no intention of showing up, the Inner Circle veterans switched back to the internal communication channel and continued to advance.

They stopped next to the enemy psyker's corpse.

As expected, there were parasitic spores of the Bonesinger on this corpse, and quite a few of them, as many as thirty.

The spores crawled out of the back of the corpse and drifted around with the air currents in the corridor.

The Inner Circle veterans used a flamethrower they picked up to unleash a fire dragon, burning the spores to ashes.

Dense footsteps came from another corridor, and Orkish strongmen, commissars, and psykers swarmed in, and the enemy and us once again engaged in fierce combat.

Li Nuo locked onto the psyker in the enemy's rear with his mind, consuming 800 kilograms of Dull Fungus, and launching a Brain Freeze.

The psyker's brain instantly crashed, and then was harvested by a Headshot.

Negson, who was responsible for dealing with the psykers, was stunned for a moment, retracted the plasma grenade in the under-barrel launcher, and silently pointed his gun at the Orkish strongmen.

The following combat process can be described as smooth.

With Li Nuo secretly assisting, secretly taking out the enemy's psykers, the group arrived at the psychic hall with almost no effort.

The walls and doors, more than 20 meters high, were covered with black paint, and the complex patterns on the surface refracted greasy light, as if covered with a layer of oil, making people feel disgusted.

A dozen psykers were guarding the door, and strong psychic fluctuations surrounded them.

The psychic shield they released together just covered the door.

The 13 Inner Circle veterans stopped, facing each other across a distance of dozens of meters, with the psykers.

These psykers were infected by the Bonesinger, and their combat power was even higher.

The Inner Circle veterans had a mysterious and powerful psyker behind them.

Both sides felt that the advantage was on their side.