I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 190 Living Saint

"Bang bang."

Two gunshots were fired.

The bolts struck the bolts, sparks flew, and the metal bars broke.

Strikers Babers broke through the gate and rushed into the corridor first.

He was greeted by several grenades and a barrage of bullets like water splashing down on him.

Babers raised his gun and fired. The first five bullets hit the grenades accurately, detonating them prematurely. The remaining bullets flew towards the enemies in the corridor, and snowflakes exploded.

The ammunition was exhausted and a crisp ding sound was heard from the gun barrel. Barbers moved aside to make way and changed the magazine with his gun against the wall. The team members filled the gap and exchanged passionate shots with the enemy.

After the brief battle, the 13 veterans from the inner ring continued to advance with firm and decisive steps.

When passing by a corpse on the ground, Technical Sergeant Negson let out a sigh and reminded his teammates in the internal channel:

"Look, this corpse has the parasitic spores of the Bone Drinker."

Everyone slowed down and turned their guns to point over there.

Dozens of spores smaller than rice grains emerged and floated close to the ground with the low-altitude air currents, emitting a faint blue-purple light.

The force field sword wrapped in lightning cut through the air, and the electric arc refined the spores in an instant.

Captain Montrit sheathed his sword and turned the corpse over with his toes.

An Oune officer wearing carapace armor emerged, with a unique armband on its right shoulder, indicating its special status.

"It might be a role like a personal guard, who was ordered to come here to supervise the battle, and was just killed by us."

Montrit and his teammates looked at each other and nodded slightly:

"Stay alert and don't let your guard down. More guards will appear next. These guys are very likely to be infected by the Bone Drinkers."

"Yes, Captain."

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

"Do you think that the psychic hall could be a trap set by the Bone Drinker?"

Montrit replied:
"The information collected by the Memory Recorder clearly shows that the Onyx people have concentrated the astropaths in the Psychic Hall. Even if that place is a trap, we have to go there. Rescue those in distress, or punish the traitors."

"Memory Recorder", the eighth genetic organ implanted into the recruit's body, its scientific name is genetic detection nerve.

It allows Space Marines to quickly acquire the recent memories of native creatures by consuming parts of their tissues.

Due to some uncontrollable factors, this genetic organ was rejected by the Imperial Medical Department and major legions.

Most regiments choose to skip the organ implantation procedure and not insert it into new recruits.

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

Veterans of the Dark Angels' Inner Circle possess this genetic organ, and are highly skilled in using it.

It can fill your stomach and collect intelligence at the same time, so why not do it?

"The enemy has appeared. At three o'clock, two hundred yards away, at least four hundred life signals. Concentrated compounds and strong electromagnetic signals have been detected. The probability that they are carrying heavy weapons is over 78%."

Tech Sergeant Negson, auspex in hand, issued a warning.

The team adjusted their formation while marching, and the members holding shields came to the front.

The group approached the corner and heard two crisp "pop" sounds at the end of the bend. Some kind of chemical dust was sprayed into the corridor by a smoke bomb.

In just a few seconds, white smoke filled the hundred-meter-long corridor.

Negson glanced at the scan results on the auspicious instrument and said in a low voice:
"It's a specially made white phosphorus powder. When it comes into contact with metal, it will catch fire due to friction. The sticky flame can burn through the joints of the power armor."

Montrit ordered:
"Retreat ten yards. Babers, manually ignite the white phosphorus."

"Yes." Baggett followed the team and retreated a few steps. He took out a fragmentation grenade from his waist and threw it towards the corner.

The grenade bounced off the wall and fell into the corridor behind the right-angle bend.

"boom!"

Fragments flew everywhere, white phosphorus dust was ignited, and a sea of fire spread rapidly.

The vicious white phosphorus traps did no harm.

At the end of the passage behind the corner, a loud-voiced Onie yelled at his subordinates:
"Are you idiots? The Imperial scum haven't even entered the corridor yet, why are you launching white phosphorus smoke bombs?!"

"Sorry, sir... I... I was so nervous..."

"Clap clap."

The sound of the slap was very loud and was accurately captured by the sound pickup device of the inner ring veteran.

The sound signal is fed back to the holographic field of view, marking the enemy's position.

Montrit made a tactical gesture forward, and everyone turned into a right-angle bend to vent their firepower.

The fighter holding the smoke bomb launcher was shot in the head, the Oni commander who scolded his men was hit by several bullets, and the enemies operating the heavy weapons platform died one after another in a torrent of bullets.

The inner ring veterans acted too fast, far exceeding the reaction speed of ordinary people.

Their running and shooting movements appear intermittently like "frame skipping" when they fall on the retinas of ordinary people.

0.1 second ago, their left foot just stepped over the corner.

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

Faced with such a freakishly powerful opponent, the Onie people were completely suppressed and could be said to be continuously providing weapons, ammunition and supplies to the Space Marines.

Until a group of special Onye people appeared, the situation of the battle changed.

These Onye people are sturdy and strong as bulls. Their highly mechanized bodies emit boiling heat, and the syringe components on their backs are eye-catching.

"Puff, puff..."

The piston pushed the hormone drug into the body, and the sturdy Onye man grew rapidly in size, pressing down like a mountain of meat.

The grenade launchers roared, and the bullets exploded as they hit their skin and metal shells, leaving only a little charred black, with no visible pits or wounds.

"Be careful. Their artificial skin is made of psionic skin, and the metal shell is made of ceramite. The weak points may be the eyes and mouth and nose."

Negson spoke rapidly, sharing the high-precision scanning results of the auspicious instrument in the internal channel.

The veteran soldier in the inner circle focused his attention, aimed at the eyeball of the sturdy Onye man and shot a bullet.

“Ding ding ding——”

There was a loud sound of metal clashing, and the strong men's heads shook a few times, but their glass-clear eyeballs were intact.

When Negson saw the scan results, he was stunned for a moment and a question mark popped up in his mind:
"This is... spirit bone? These Onye people actually used spirit bone to create eyeballs. Where did they get this specialty of the Ark Eldar?"

The battle was fierce and no one could give Negson any advice.

The fastest man rushed to the front, swung the power hammer in his hand horizontally, and hit the shield with a clang.

A large piece of the ceramic steel shield collapsed, and the old soldier took several steps back, only able to stand firm after his companions behind him held his shoulders.

"What an amazing strength! Come on! Let me see what you can do!" The old soldier threw away his shield, drew the serrated sword from his leg, and rushed forward with a roar.

The serrated chain rotated at high speed, and the serrated sword hit the armor on the abdomen of the strong Onye man. Iron chips flew everywhere and the cutting sound was deafening.

The strong man from Onye did not dodge or evade, but just kept swinging the hammer.

The magnetic induction propeller inside the power hammer is stimulated, and a slight static electricity appears in the air. Under the action of the magnetic field, the hammer head accelerates within half a second and is swung out heavily.

Another veteran from the inner ring slid over and scraped the sturdy man's ankle with the blade of his sword.

The sturdy man lost his balance, and the trajectory of the hammer deviated, brushing past the head of the old soldier in front of him.

The chainsaw sword slashed out diagonally, cut into the strong man's jaw, and cut the strong man's head from bottom to top.

"Pfft."

The first Ounye strongman fell to the ground.

There is no time to celebrate, as there are more than thirty opponents as tough as it!
The force field sword in Captain Monrit's hand emitted a faint light, and with a sweep he cut the second Onye man in half.

Before the snowflakes dyed his armor red, the force field sword was blown away by a huge force, and Monritt's right hand was strangely twisted and broken.

The heavy hammer came whistling, and Monritt narrowly avoided it. The hammer head hit the wall, and cracks quickly spread.

There was a sound of whistling wind behind me.

"Be careful!" Babers pushed the captain away.

A blue light passed between the two of them and almost pierced the back of Monrit's head.

Looking closely, the light was exactly Monritt's force field sword.

It seemed to have life, transforming into an agile fish, swimming around the battlefield and attacking the Space Marines from insidious angles.

"There's a psychic! Find it!"

Montrit took the serrated sword handed to him by his companion with his left hand, and with a glance, he saw a cloaked figure at the corner at the end of the passage ahead.

The man was hiding behind a corner, with only a small half of his body exposed. The scanner detected psychic fluctuations from him.

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

As a technical sergeant, Negson was not very good at close combat, so he simply carried a grenade launcher and provided support from behind.

After receiving the captain's order, he immediately turned the gun and pointed it over there.

However, he never expected that the force field sword would pierce through his head from the side and back, and come out from his forehead.

"No! Negson!"

Monritt was furious. He rushed forward, grabbed the hilt of the force field sword, and held it in his hand with all his strength.

Negson's body mechanically executed the final command issued by his brain, pulled the trigger, and fired a volley of bullets, but because the enemy psychic was protected by a shield, he gained nothing.

He fell to the ground, leaning against the wall, his hands hanging limply and blood gushing out.

"No, Negson, no..." Monritt blamed himself very much. It was all his fault that he failed to hold the hilt of the sword, allowing the force field sword to be taken away by the psychic.

His eyes were red, and he roared as he rushed towards the enemy, holding a sharp sword in each hand, like a ferocious beast that had unleashed all its fighting desire, completely ignoring the severe pain from the fracture of his right hand. The rest of the team members saw Negson's miserable state, and they were all furious, bursting out with all their strength, hacking and killing crazily.

What they didn't notice was.

Negson's wound miraculously stopped bleeding.

Fresh granulation tissue appeared on the wound surface, and brain tissue, skull and membrane grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His breathing and heartbeat gradually recovered, and his dilated pupils began to shine again.

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

He felt an indescribable itchiness on his head, as if countless ants were crawling and biting him, and his whole body was warm, just like soaking in warm spring water.

"What...is...this situation?"

His thoughts were intermittent, his chest rose and fell, and the lost vitality was recovering.

Negson heard the roar of the chainsaw sword, the shouts of his teammates, the wails of the enemies, and the dull sound of heavy objects falling.

The pitch-black vision turned from dark to light, and the sight became clear. Twelve figures fighting bloody battles were entangled with the enemy, and the insidious psychic was hiding in the distance and attacking.

"I want to... fight... I want to... join them..."

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

He raised his hand and stroked his head.

There were cuts on the forehead and back of the head, but the head below the cuts was intact.

The Emperor is above!

This is unbelievable!
My brain has recovered!

The brain sends a "stand up" command to the body, and the nerve signals enter the pipelines of the electronic muscle bundle through the contacts of the black shell. The crackling static noise announces the recovery of function.

Negson stood up straight with a sudden movement, as if he had never fallen.

His teammates were immersed in the battle and failed to notice his abnormality at the first time. Instead, the enemy's psychic immediately discovered this strange scene.

"What the hell! Why is he standing up?!"

The psychic screamed in the language of the Oune, extremely shocked.

The scream brought Negson back to his senses.

He bent down to pick up the bolter, took a plasma grenade from his belt and stuffed it into the underslung launcher.

"boom!"

The azure bullet flew out and hit the psychic's shield in the blink of an eye. The plasma torrent surged violently, and the psychic shield trembled continuously and was about to collapse.

Negson fired explosive bullets continuously, sparks exploded on the shield, and the psychic shield was completely destroyed.

The psychic's head exploded and his body was torn apart by explosive bullets, leaving him a corpse riddled with bullet holes.

Just at this moment, the last strong man of the Onye people fell to the ground and could not get up.

When Monritt and his group were about to deal with the psychic, they suddenly found that the guy had already fallen in a pool of blood.

They looked in the direction of the gunshots behind them, and their expressions beneath their helmets quickly froze.

"My Terra..."

"Am I hallucinating?"

"What's happening here…"

...

...

Ugh…

What else could it be?

The God Emperor has appeared.

It makes sense for a living saint from the 40k era to travel through time and save a Space Marine.

Li Nuo hid in the dark and smiled at himself.

You couldn't help it after all, Li Nuo.

You said it would be great if you could just be patient and let that technical sergeant die.

Now you are in trouble.

You saved the people, but how can you expect these 30k space marines to face such a supernatural phenomenon as resurrection?
Aren't you just hanging "Imperial Truth" on an electric fan?
Where do you think the Emperor and Malcador can put their faces?

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

Li Nuo complained harshly about himself in his heart.

He felt himself to be a contradiction.

They like to act rationally, but they may also act emotionally at times, which can put them in a difficult situation.

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

He was supposed to end this Waaagh simulation and go to the planet Palu to farm and invent something.

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

At that moment, the recognition and approval of the role of Space Marine created ripples in his heart, prompting him to make an impulsive action.

He used healing magic on Negson and saved his life.

But what to do next?

How to explain the resurrection?
Li Nuo pondered for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He slapped his forehead and suddenly realized:

"I'm not the one who has to explain the supernatural phenomena, so why should I worry? As long as I don't show up, who would know it was me? Let the inner circle of Dark Angel worry about it themselves. Besides, it was Bond III who brought people back to life, what does it have to do with me~"

Li Nuo's thoughts suddenly became clear.

He glanced at the injured Space Marine, and decided to go all out by casting several consecutive healing spells.

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

The sudden healing of the body completely stunned the mentally tough veterans of the Inner Ring.

"Are there psychics helping us?"

"Such a powerful spiritual power, the bone fragment stuck in the muscle actually returned to its original position!"

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

"Me too."

The gamma-level psychic fluctuations were caused by Li Nuo, but they did not come from bacterial abilities.

The ability of bacteria is not psychic power and has nothing to do with the subspace. No psychic fluctuations will be generated during use.

Li Nuo slightly reduced the coverage of the "Mao Ge Jing Quietly" force field and spread the psychic fluctuations of walking in the subspace to cover up the fact that he was using the ability of bacteria.

“Who is helping us?”

"Maybe a local gamma-class psyker."

"Could it be a trap?"

"Probably not. A gamma-class psyker can easily kill all of us, so why would he set a trap for us?"

"makes sense."

The veterans in the inner circle discussed among themselves and deliberately turned on the external speakers to broadcast their voices in an attempt to attract potential psychics to show up.

Li Nuo would never be fooled by them.

Isn't it nice to be a nobody quietly and control everything behind the scenes?

Seeing that the psychic had no intention of showing up, the veterans in the inner ring switched back to the internal communication channel and continued to advance.

They came to a stop beside the enemy psyker's corpse.

As expected, the corpse was found to contain parasitic spores of the Bone Drinker, and in quite a large number, more than thirty in total.

The spores emerged from the lower back of the corpse and floated around with the air flow in the corridor.

The veteran soldier from the inner ring used the flamethrower he picked up to release a dragon of fire, burning all the spores to ashes.

Dense footsteps came from another corridor, and strong Onye men, guards supervising the battle, and psychics swarmed in, and the enemy and our side started a fierce battle again.

Li Nuo used his mind to lock onto the psychic in the enemy's rear, consumed 800 kilograms of stupid mushrooms, and launched a brain freeze spell.

The psychic's brain froze instantly, and he was killed by a headshot.

Negson, who was in charge of dealing with the psychic, was stunned for a moment, took back the plasma grenade in the under-slung grenade launcher, and silently pointed the gun at the burly Onyx man.

The following battle process can be described as silky smooth.

With Li Nuo assisting in secret and secretly killing the enemy psychics, the group arrived at the Psychic Hall with almost no effort.

The walls and gates, which are over 20 meters high, are covered with black paint. The complex patterns on the surface reflect the greasy light, as if covered with a layer of oil, which makes people feel disgusted.

There were more than a dozen psychics guarding the gate, with strong psychic energy fluctuations lingering around them.

The psychic shield they jointly released just covered the door.

The 13 veterans from the inner circle stopped and stared at the psychic from a distance of dozens of meters.

These psykers have been infected by the Bone Drinkers, and their combat effectiveness has been enhanced.

The Inner Circle veteran has the backing of a mysterious and powerful psyker.

Both sides felt that I had the advantage.

(End of this chapter)