Chapter 316: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lin En withdrew his thoughts, and the radiance on the surface of the purple bio-armour gradually dimmed.

He raised his right hand, and the lingering warmth of the Spirit Energy Spear still remained at his fingertips.

For him and Lena, eliminating a heavily injured Green-skinned Warlord was not difficult.

But Lianggenna's extraordinary vitality still made him glance sideways slightly.

"Insect Nest analysis complete, target gene sequence thoroughly erased, no residual life signals detected."

Lena's ice-cold voice was transmitted into Lin En's mind through the system.

"Understood," Lin En responded in his heart.

He raised his head and looked toward the direction of the Bridge.

Behind the heavy Alloy Door, intermittent gunshots and battle cries were still coming through.

The Blood Axe Agents had not given up, and Dominic and Sorin's situation remained dangerous.

Lin En did not choose to charge directly inside.

His current appearance was too unusual; he could not be exposed before too many humans.

The Empire's vigilance toward the Tyranids was extremely high; once discovered, endless trouble would be brought.

He thought for a moment and activated the system in his mind.

【System, establish a Private Communication Channel with Binding Target Two (Sorin Vimlot).】

Simultaneously, behind the Bulletproof Door of the Bridge.

Sorin was leaning against the ice-cold Metal Wall, quickly replacing the Magazine of her Energy Pistol.

Her breathing was somewhat rapid, and fine beads of sweat seeped out on her forehead.

The recent high-intensity battle had also consumed much of her Stamina.

Dominic sat on the ground beside her, bandaging his own Wound with one hand using torn strips of cloth.

Severe pain made his face pale as paper, but he gritted his teeth and made not a sound.

Outside the Bulletproof Door, the pounding on the door and curses of the Blood Axe Agents never ceased.

The heavy Bulletproof Door had already begun to deform slightly; it would not be long before they broke through.

"We can't hold out much longer," said an injured officer with a trembling voice.

"Ammunition is almost exhausted, and there is no news of reinforcements."

A Naval Officer raised his head and looked at him with a determined gaze:

"Do not abandon hope. Soldiers of the Empire never bow their heads before the enemy."

"Even if we die, we'll drag a few Green Skins down with us!"

Just as the situation was on the verge of collapse, a familiar yet strange voice suddenly rang out in the depths of Sorin's consciousness.

"Sorin."

Sorin's body stiffened abruptly.

She instinctively gripped the Energy Pistol in her hand and looked around alertly.

Only Dominic was here, and moreover, the other party did not even know her name.

Dominic stopped his movements and looked at her with some confusion: "What is it, Inquisitor Adult?"

"Nothing," Sorin shook her head, forcing herself to calm down.

This was the second time she had heard this voice.

She had investigated countless times this strange power that could control her body and tamper with her thoughts.

She had read through all the classified files of the Inquisition and consulted all data regarding Heretic Technology and Evil God Blessings.

But she found nothing.

No known technology could do these things, and it could not be detected or shielded.

Nor was there any Evil God who would influence an Inquisitor in this way.

Keli Feng was like a ghost, a ghost that did not exist in any record.

He could easily manipulate her body, and even conduct Mental Communication with her without her noticing.

This feeling of being completely controlled made her feel extremely uneasy.

But at the same time, it also made her develop an increasingly strong curiosity about this mysterious man.

Who exactly was he?

However, from the current situation, the other party was generally inclined toward the Empire, which could be counted as one of the few pieces of good news.

"How is the situation outside?" Lin En's voice rang out in her mind again.

Sorin composed herself and responded in her heart:

"More than thirty Blood Axe Agents; we have over forty people on our side, but the equipment is poor and the ammunition is almost exhausted."

"The Bulletproof Door can hold out for at most five minutes."

"Very good." Lin En's voice had no emotional fluctuation.

"Is that Green-skinned Warlord dead?" Sorin asked tentatively.

"Mm," Lin En responded lightly, as if it were a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

Afterwards Lin En spoke again: "Do you have anything that can cause large-scale visual interference?"

Sorin froze for a moment, then immediately understood his intention.

Those Blood Axe Agents indeed needed a faster, stronger person to deal with.

"Yes." She answered in her heart.

"Three 'Twilight' Grenades, capable of releasing large-scale yellow smoke, interfering with vision and infrared detection, and also carrying a mild nerve paralysis toxin, disrupting creatures' five senses."

"Enough." Lin En said.

"I only need five seconds."

Sorin fell silent for two seconds.

She knew this was currently the only method.

If Lin En were allowed to charge in directly, his identity would inevitably be exposed.

And using smoke as cover could both eliminate the Blood Axe Agents and protect his secret.

"Alright." She agreed readily.

"Also, find a good reason, disguise it as your doing." This was the last sentence Lin En spoke.

Sorin holstered the energy pistol, and from the tactical backpack at her waist, took out three black grenades.

On the grenades' surface was printed a sunset emblem; this was one of her collection pieces.

She glanced at Dominic beside her.

Dominic's severed arm had already been bandaged, but his complexion remained pale, his body still very weak.

The 'Mist' Grenade's nerve paralysis toxin was mild, but for the current Dominic, it could still possibly cause serious harm.

Sorin thought for a moment, reached out, and removed the black mask from her own face.

Silver-white long hair slid down, pressing against her fair cheeks.

A clear-cold, stunningly beautiful face was exposed to the air.

Her skin was fair to near transparency, her features exquisite as if God's most perfect masterpiece.

A pair of bright red pupils, like the purest rubies, yet carrying a coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.

Even in such a wretched environment, she was still beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble.

Dominic froze.

As a Wen Cuiliya, he had lived in the Noble Circle since childhood.

Beautiful women were never lacking around him.

Other nobles' young ladies, each dressed up elaborately, vied to curry favor with him.

But he had never seen a woman like Sorin.

Her beauty was not that kind of delicate, alluring beauty.

Rather it was a clear-cold, proud, peerless beauty like an iceberg snow lotus.

Carrying a sense of distance that warned strangers away, yet making one unable to resist wanting to approach.

But it was only a fleeting glance.

Sorin had already reached out, and put the black mask on his face.