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

Chapter 191 "I am Rogal Dorn"

"18 psykers, 9 Zeta-class and 9 Delta-class."

Natason reported the scan results of the auspicious instrument, and everyone was shocked.

"So many Delta levels? The psychic talents of the Onye people are truly terrifying." Barnett muttered in a low voice.

Nathan shook his head:

"No, their psychic talents are not high. I found the ingredients of ghost potion in the syringe components on their backs. It is probably this potion that increases their psychic strength."

Looking far away, he fell on the psychic's backpack. Three glass tanks were connected to the psychic's head through hoses. The colors from left to right were red, blue-purple and green.

The bluish-purple potion was exactly the ghost potion, and it was a viscous concentrated liquid that drew lines on the glass surface.

Barnett pointed his gun at the enemy who was trying his best to maintain the psychic shield, and said puzzledly:

"Given their psychic power, it would be no problem for them to kill us all. But why don't they attack us?"

"I don't know, but I don't care about that anymore. We have to enter the Psychic Hall as soon as possible and find the Astropath inside."

Monritt marked an enemy with his holographic goggles and gave the order in the internal channel:

"Focus on the target I marked, firing alternately to tear a hole in their defense."

"receive."

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

The rhythmic sound of shooting sounded, explosive bullets pounced on the enemy, and dense ripples appeared on the psychic shield.

It turns out that when Psykers put their minds to one thing, the Space Marines are completely helpless against them.

The psychic shield released by 18 psychics together is tall, large and solid. It may not be able to be blown open even by cannons, let alone grenade launchers.

Li Nuo simply gave up and used brain freeze on the enemy to lend a helping hand to the veteran in the inner circle.

But who would have thought that the 20-meter-high door opened just one second before the brain freeze spell was about to be thrown out.

The heavy door slid horizontally, revealing a gap about one meter wide, and the space inside was filled with light of various colors.

Some of the lights are like stars, hanging in the air and twinkling.

Some of the light is in the form of strips, flowing around a central point in the space behind the door.

The light escaping from the crack in the door is magnificent, and the faint whisper echoes in the space inside and outside the door, making people unconsciously immersed in it.

"Focus! It's psychic power!" Monritt shouted, forcing the team members to come back to their senses.

Everyone was startled, the confusion in their eyes disappeared, replaced by fear and vigilance.

The psychic in front of the door suddenly removed his psychic shield, turned and walked towards the crack in the door, exposing his back to the enemy without reservation.

The old soldier in the inner ring didn't waste any time and raised his gun to fire a volley of shots.

A strange scene appeared.

The barrage was affected by the invisible force, and its flying speed became slower and slower, and its trajectory changed from a straight line to a spiral.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The warhead lost power and fell to the ground without causing any effective damage.

"The psychic mask is gone, but the psychic fluctuations are getting stronger. The strange thing is that the psychic fluctuations are coming from the door panels and walls, not from those psychics."

Negson scanned the area with the auspicious instrument, pointed at the black lines on the wall and issued a warning:
"Look at these patterns. Are they moving? Strange. These carvings are obviously made of metal, but why do they move like living things?"

"Om——"

A low roar was heard from the space behind the door, and the psychic energy readings continued to rise, about to reach the Alpha level.

The gravity parameters of the environment were changed by some force. Everyone felt a buoyancy lifting their bodies, and they could only stand on the ground by activating magnetic boots.

The door slowly opened, the gap expanded outward, and more of the space inside the door came into view.

This is a rally site.

A crowd of people was suspended in mid-air. There were astropaths from the Human Empire and the Ark Eldar. They circled around the figure in the center, emitting various kinds of light.

When the inner circle veterans outside the door saw them, they also saw the inner circle veterans.

The crowd stopped circling in the air, and dozens of eyes fell on the veteran in the inner circle.

At this moment, the gaze seemed to carry weight, causing the power armor to creak. The veterans in the inner ring were unable to move and were forced to bear this huge force.

The figure in the center of the crowd floated a distance toward the door, revealing his figure.

This is a humanoid creature with extra limbs, purple skin, small bumps on the skin, wings on its back, some feathers, and horns on its head. It is half human and half demon, and very creepy.

Its eyes glowed with a faint blue light, the corners of its mouth raised, and two fangs emerged between its teeth:
"You've arrived just in time. The ceremony is almost ready, except for you."

The strange voice was both hoarse and pleasant, like an old voodoo woman in the deep mountains and forests, who was cooking poisonous mushroom soup while using her charm to bewitch innocent passers-by.

The 13 inner circle veterans had different reactions.

Those with weak wills will take the initiative to walk towards the monster with wings on its back.

Those with wills as strong as rocks glared and shouted coldly.

"Be careful! Don't fall for it! It's a monster!"

The old soldier in the inner circle who was walking towards the monster suddenly woke up, stepped back several steps, his body trembling uncontrollably, his pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick, and his chest heaved violently.

In their eyes, monsters disguised themselves as their own family members, or showed themselves with fresh and otherworldly beauty, easily gaining their trust and enslaving their will.

But in the eyes of those with strong will, this monster is ugly, with a haggard face and skin covered with layers of wrinkles, shaped like tree bark.

The old soldier in the inner circle, who was hallucinating, was frightened by the monster's true appearance and started shooting.

"Bang bang bang bang——"

As the explosive bullet approached the target, its speed slowed down, it turned in the air, made a right-angle turn and fell to the ground.

"Don't struggle, don't resist, it will only bring more pain."

The monster floated in the air, approaching the inner circle veterans little by little.

Just as it was about to take further action, its head suddenly swelled violently.

"boom!"

The head exploded.

It was thanks to the headshot.

But the monster did not die. It reassembled its head in just one second.

"Bang bang bang!"

The head exploded continuously, and each time it was able to condense again.

It was obvious that this monster had a special physique and could not be killed by a headshot.

We have to find another way to deal with it.

A wall made of condensed air slammed into it.

The air wall compressed and then bounced up, knocking the monster away with a bang. The latter was bounced out like a cannonball and then hit another air wall behind it.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The front and back air walls turned into two ping-pong paddles, hitting the monster repeatedly and actually keeping it firmly within a close range.

This scene made the veterans in the inner ring lose their minds.

A few seconds later, Monrit suddenly understood something and shouted:
"Barnett, Gavins, follow me and rush in to rescue them. The rest of you will stand guard outside."

Montritt ran away, completely ignoring the monster in the air. The two veterans whose names he mentioned immediately followed him.

The monster was trapped between two walls of air and let out an angry scream.

The cry was extremely sharp and had the ability to create hallucinations, causing severe pain in the eardrums and making people lose consciousness, but it lasted for less than 0.5 seconds before it stopped abruptly.

The monster's neck was strangled by an invisible hand, and a strange crackling sound came from its throat. Its limbs kicked around randomly, but it could not make any sound and was unable to move.

After Monritt and the other two rushed into the gate, some kind of psychic energy that had been lingering in the place suddenly erupted, causing the sensors in the armor to emit a dense stream of error messages.

After a while, the sensor began to emit a wisp of smoke, and was declared scrapped.

A strong feeling of dizziness kept washing over their minds, and the other two Monritts held their heads and groaned in pain.

The genetic organ "Insomniac" in the back of the head accelerated its operation and proactively cut off part of the brain activity. The three of them felt much better and were able to barely cheer up and recognize the astropath's condition.

"There! The Astropath seems to still be conscious!"

Montrit pointed to a figure not far away.

He was a middle-aged man, wearing a standard Astropath robe, with thin cheeks and bony body, as if he had been abused for a long time.

He twisted in the air, trying to break free from the restraints on himself, and at the same time opened his mouth and made a faint sound like the flapping of mosquito wings, which was difficult to hear.

Montrit did not act immediately. He carefully scanned the surroundings.

The runes on the ground have psionic effects, and can bind people in the air and drain their psionic energy.

There were 29 people bound, 18 of whom were psychics who had been guarding the gate. They looked serene and somewhat content, as if they were in a beautiful illusion.

Of the remaining 11 people, 6 were astropaths from the Human Empire and 5 were pointy-eared Eldar.

The middle-aged male astropath is the only one who can speak, but that doesn't mean he can be trusted.

But is there any choice now?

Obviously not.

"Shoot Rune and save him." Montrit ordered.

Barnett and Gavins fired, and the bullets turned in the air and fell to the side.

This is the helplessness of firearms when facing subspace factors.

For some reason, swords and fire are always more effective than bullets when dealing with the elements of the warp.

The three men drew their weapons, stepped forward, and heard clearly the words of the middle-aged star talker.

"Quick...leave...this planet..."

"We need astropaths to contact the First Legion and our Primarch." Montrit raised his force field sword and was about to stab the runes on the ground, but the astropath's next words made him pause.

"The afterbirth of the stars is oozing blue-purple pus and blood, and the breath of corruption is rushing along the veins of starlight. This place is about to become a cradle of blasphemy. We see the flesh-and-blood star rings gnawing at celestial bodies, and rotten maggots sipping at star cores..." "Damn it, why can't these astropaths learn to speak human language." Barnett stabbed with a sword, and the high-speed rotating chainsaw blade was fixed by psychic energy when it approached the rune, and could not move forward at all.

The middle-aged astropath took a deep breath and spoke in human language:

"Hurry up! This place is going to be destroyed by the Extermination Order!"

"What? Extermination order? Who issued the extermination order?" Monritt was shocked when he heard this.

"It was your Primarch, El'Jonson the Lion. Thirty-six days ago, I glimpsed the light of Terra in the clouds of curse. Before the twilight line was swallowed, I conveyed the situation of this system. One day ago, I glimpsed the scene of the Warp again. Your Primarch signed the extermination order and personally led the 36th Expedition to destroy the world of the Onyx. The expedition carried atmospheric incinerator torpedoes. They have just left the Warp and are about to arrive in the low ground orbit of this planet..."

The middle-aged star talker spoke very quickly with an excited look, as if he was having a last burst of energy, but he suddenly became listless after he finished speaking.

"Go... get in touch with your Primarch... otherwise... you will die here... leave us alone..."

"Captain, is what he said true? Could it be some kind of hallucination?"

Barnett weighed the chainsword in his hand.

Mengli Te thought for a moment, raised his sword and stabbed the rune, tearing the lines apart with a violent force field:

"Save him first. If the extermination order has been issued, we are doomed to be unable to change anything."

The three of them were silent for a while, then swung their swords together.

The runes made of metal broke into pieces. Three minutes later, the psychic power that bound the middle-aged astropath lost its effect. Monritt caught him and carried him on his shoulders.

The group returned along the same route, reunited with their teammates outside, and left along the same route they came.

The monster trapped in the air by the wall of air screamed:

"Your Primarch has arrived, and the extermination order is coming! You can't change anything! He will bring disaster to you, but I will grant you eternal life. Come and merge with me. Only in this way can you survive!"

The 13 inner ring veterans ignored the situation and escorted the middle-aged astropath out of the orbital tower.

They went outside and looked up at the sky.

Thick purple-black clouds blocked out the sun, making it impossible to see the sun or the conditions in the near-ground orbit.

Negson debugged the auspex and searched for Auger signals from Imperial ships, but found nothing because of the thick clouds.

They injected drugs into the middle-aged astropath, monitored his breathing and heartbeat, and used first aid techniques to stimulate his blood circulation.

The middle-aged Star Talker woke up slowly, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his eyes were dazed and blurry.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he became alert and murmured:

"It's another damn illusion... Devil... Don't try to deceive me..."

Monritt pressed the side knob of his helmet and took it off, revealing the three gold service spikes on his forehead.

The rest of the team members also took off their helmets. The service studs on their foreheads were either gold or silver, and there were more than three of them in each group.

Their faces looked older than the middle-aged astropaths, with deep wrinkles on their faces and bright eyes.

"Look carefully, Astropath, we are warriors of the Dark Angel Deathwing. You are saved."

The middle-aged astropath raised his hand and touched the nail on Monrit's forehead.

This behavior was impolite, but it awakened the consciousness of the astropath.

He sat up straight nervously, looked up at the sky, and shouted:
"Don't contact your Primarch, this is a conspiracy! Pfft..."

The Astropath spat out another mouthful of dirty blood.

Monritt held him up, "What conspiracy? I need you to explain it clearly."

The Astropath grabbed Monrit's wrist, his eyes widened, his face ferocious, and he spoke incoherently:

"Hurry up and find a closed space underground to hide! Don't get hurt by the Extermination Order! Never!"

"If the extermination order is real, we will find a way to seek refuge," Monritt said.
"Now tell me, is your astropathic ability normal?"

"I can't speak astropathically! No! This is a conspiracy! Puff..." The astropath vomited dirty blood again, and the word "conspiracy" seemed to be his signal to vomit.

He tried to push Monrit away and roared:
"Go find a shelter! Go! Leave me alone! I'm cursed! Kill me! Puff..."

Another mouthful of dirty blood.

There were many pieces of internal organs mixed in the blood, and the middle-aged Star Talker would not live long.

Montrit slowly stood up, looked at his teammates, picked up the grenade launcher to see the Astropath off to prevent him from continuing to suffer.

"boom!"

The Astropath's breathing calmed down.

Monrit closed his eyes and turned his head to look at Negson:

"Find us a device that can contact the ground orbit. We need to find out whether there is an expeditionary fleet in the sky."

...

...

On the other side, near the top of ground orbit, 300 kilometers below the surface.

The 4th Expeditionary Fleet collectively jumped here, and hundreds of ships of different types occupied a small orbital space.

"Invincible Truth" Queen of Glory-class battleship.

The ship's strategic room was located on a wide semicircular platform overlooking the stepped structure of the bridge.

Directly below the main command level, hundreds of staff members in military uniforms and clean servitors shuttled around, carrying out the launch of atmospheric incineration torpedoes in an orderly manner.

At the front of the bridge is a giant reinforced porthole.

In the center of the window is clear glass, surrounded by colorful patterns, and the brilliant stardust and the inky black space are clearly visible.

A magnificent banner hung above the porthole, with a solemn declaration embroidered in gold thread:

"I am the Lion of the Empire, the Sword of Truth."

A tall and majestic figure stood by the porthole, staring at the "spire" in the distance, with a cold expression on his determined face:
"If the Broken Claw Order and the Star Tongue Leader had not received the warning, we would have almost never discovered such a filthy planet."

The figure was dressed in white tabard and a power armor carefully crafted for him by the Emperor. Ornate golden scrolls were carved into the curved surface of the ceramsite, depicting the forest scenery of Caliban.

The figure turned around, his thick emerald green cloak swaying, and the Lion King Sword at his waist sparkled under the light of the force field.

There was a solemnity as he approached the tactical table.

The figures lined up around the table gazed at his every move in awe and adoration.

These people are the leader of the expedition's astropathic team, the commander of the fleet, the leader of the navigator family, the chief navigator, the chief communications officer, the chief secretary, the senior tactical officer, the senior herald officer, the ordnance officer, the fire prevention officer and other important officials.

They gathered here only to cooperate with the greatest existence in the fleet - the Primarch of the First Legion, Lion El'Jonson, to complete an extermination operation.

El'Jonson stood beside the table and said in a deep voice:
"Check for atmospheric incineration torpedoes."

The ordnance officer stepped forward, "The atmospheric incineration torpedo has been loaded, and the launch team is all normal."

"Confirm the best attack route."

The senior tactical officer replied, "The best attack route has been confirmed, target location VT-33-GP-81."

"Lock the target location."

The fire control officer responded, "The target has been locked, and the launch process can be initiated at any time."

El'Jonson nodded slightly:

"Brothers and sisters, let us cleanse this hopeless planet. Launch the atmospheric incineration torpedoes."

Following the Primarch's command, the ship shook violently and the roar of artillery fire echoed throughout the ship.

The mechanical priest who controlled the Auger Matrix said in an electronic synthesized voice:
"We are monitoring the flight path of the torpedo and preparing to evaluate its effects. The flight path is normal. It is expected to arrive at the target location in 32 seconds."

The high-level herald who was monitoring the sound array suddenly shouted:

"My Lord, I received a communication signal from the ground. The signal comes from the surface and is of medium strength. The identification code shows that the signal comes from Monritt of the First Company of the Broken Claw Knights."

"Monrit?"

"Didn't he and his team go missing?"

The crowd murmured.

El'Jonson's expression changed slightly, and he ordered:

"Put the communication signal in."

"Yes, my lord."

A holographic screen appeared on the tactical table.

In the picture, Monritt and 13 other veterans from the inner ring have been through hundreds of battles, their bodies are covered with bullet holes, and behind them are large piles of corpses, all of which are the bodies of the enemy.

El'Jonson leaned on the table with both hands, staring at the screen intently. His throat moved, his pupils trembled, and he asked with difficulty:
"Where are you?"

The 13 veterans of the inner circle knelt on one knee. Monrit first stared at the Primarch in the picture, then raised his head and looked at the sky:
"Sir, we are on Planet One of the Onyx, and we have just seized control of the orbital tower at the planet's capital... Wait, is that an atmospheric incinerator torpedo?"

El'Jonson's heart was gripped.

The figures around the tactical table inhaled sharply.

Lion El'Jonson attaches great importance to honor and loyalty, and regards every Space Marine as his own child.

When he saw that the torpedo he ordered was about to wipe out a squadron of honor and loyalty, El'Jonson could not help but roar in pain:
"No!!!!!"

"The torpedo is about to reach the target location and is expected to explode in 10 seconds!" The mechanical priest made a high-pitched electronic synthesized sound.

Just as everyone was feeling desperate, the ground beneath the feet of the Inner Ring veterans began to shake, and cracks spread rapidly.

The veterans tried to avoid the crack, but heard a voice coming from outside the screen.

"Don't move, stand still. Only the rock and soil can save you now."

Montrit shouted loudly:
"You're the psyker who's been helping us? Who are you?!"

The ground opened and closed like a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing all 13 veterans from the inner ring. The veterans were no longer visible on the screen, only a voice lingered:

"I am Rog Dorn, I am Rog Dorn, I am Rog Dorn, I am Rog Dorn, I am Rog Dorn, I am Rog Dorn, I am Rog Dorn, I am Rog Dorn..."

"Boom——" the atmospheric incineration torpedo hit the ground, and a plasma storm that burned everything swept in.

The communication signal was interrupted, and everyone in the bridge looked at each other in confusion, unable to recover for a long time.

(End of this chapter)