Lynn snapped out of his thoughts, and the light on the surface of the purple bio-armor gradually dimmed.
He raised his right hand, the fingertips still warm from the Psychic Power spear.
For him and Rena, eliminating a heavily damaged Orks warlord was not difficult.
But Ragnar's extraordinary vitality still made him glance at him slightly.
"Hive analysis complete. Target gene sequence has been completely erased; no residual life signals detected."
Rena's cold voice entered Lynn's mind through the system.
"Understood," Lynn replied in his mind.
He looked up and gazed toward the bridge.
Behind the heavy alloy door, intermittent gunshots and shouts of battle could still be heard.
The Blood Axes agents haven't given up, and Dominic and Sorine's situation remains dangerous.
Lynn did not choose to rush in directly.
His current appearance is too unusual to be exposed to too many humans.
The Imperium is extremely wary of the Tyranids; once discovered, they will bring endless trouble.
He pondered for a moment and activated the system in his mind.
[System, establish and bind a private communication channel with target two ( Sorine Wimlot).]
Meanwhile, behind the blast doors on the bridge.
Sorine was leaning against the cold metal wall, quickly changing the magazine of her energy pistol.
Her breathing was a little rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
The intense battle just now had also drained her of a lot of energy.
Dominic sat on the ground next to her, bandaging his wound with one hand using torn strips of cloth.
The intense pain turned his face as pale as paper, but he clenched his teeth and remained silent.
Outside the blast door, the sounds of Blood Axes agents banging on the door and shouting insults filled the air.
The heavy blast door has already begun to warp slightly; it won't be long before they breach it.
"We can't hold out much longer," a wounded officer said, his voice trembling.
"Ammunition is running low, and there's still no news of reinforcements."
A naval admiral looked up at him with a determined gaze:
"Never give up. Soldiers of the Imperium never bow before the enemy."
Even if we die, we'll take a few Orks bastards with us!
Just when the situation was on the verge of collapse, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out in the depths of Sorine's mind.
" Sorine."
Sorine's body stiffened abruptly.
She instinctively gripped the energy pistol in her hand and glanced around warily.
Dominic was alone there, and the other person didn't even know her name.
Dominic stopped what he was doing and looked at her with some confusion. "What's wrong, Your Inquisitor?"
"It's nothing." Sorine shook her head, forcing herself to calm down.
This was the second time she had heard that voice.
She had investigated this strange force that could control her body and alter her thoughts countless times.
She sifted through all the confidential files of the Ordo Hereticus, examining all the information about Xenos technology and the blessings of evil gods.
But she found nothing.
No known technology can do this, and it cannot be detected or blocked.
No evil god would influence an Inquisitor in this way.
Kerry von is like a ghost, a ghost that doesn't exist in any records.
He could easily manipulate her body and even communicate with her mentally without her noticing.
This feeling of being completely controlled made her extremely uneasy.
But at the same time, it also made her increasingly curious about this mysterious man.
Who exactly is he?
However, it seems that the other side is generally biased towards the Imperium, which is one of the few pieces of good news.
"How's the situation outside?" Lynn's voice echoed in her mind again.
Sorine composed herself and answered in her mind:
"There are over thirty Blood Axes agents, and we have over forty on our side, but our equipment is very poor, and we're almost out of ammunition."
"The blast door can only hold out for another five minutes at most."
"Very good." Lynn's voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"That Orks warlord, is he dead?" Sorine asked tentatively.
"Hmm." Lynn responded casually, as if she had done something insignificant.
Then Lynn spoke up again, "Do you have anything that can cause widespread visual disturbance?"
Sorine paused for a moment, then understood his intention.
Those Blood Axes agents definitely need someone faster and stronger to deal with them.
"Yes," she answered in her heart.
"Three ' Twilight ' grenades can release a wide area of yellow smoke, interfering with vision and infrared detection, and also contain a mild neurotoxin that disrupts the five senses of living beings."
"That's enough," Lynn said.
"I only need five seconds."
Sorine was silent for two seconds.
She knew this was the only way at the moment.
If Lynn were allowed to barge in, his identity would inevitably be exposed.
Using smoke as cover would both eliminate Blood Axes Agent and preserve his secret.
"Okay," she readily agreed.
"Also, find a good reason to make it seem like it was your doing." These were Lynn's last words.
Sorine holstered her energy pistol and pulled three black grenades from her tactical backpack.
The grenade, with a sunset symbol printed on its surface, is one of her collection items.
She glanced at Dominic beside her.
Dominic's severed arm had been bandaged, but he was still pale and weak.
Although the neurotoxin in the " Mist " grenade is mild, it could still cause serious harm to Dominic in his current state.
Sorine thought for a moment, then reached out and removed the black mask from her face.
Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down, clinging to her fair cheeks.
A cool and exquisitely beautiful face was exposed to the air.
Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her features were so exquisite they seemed like God's most perfect masterpiece.
A pair of bright red pupils, like the purest rubies, yet carrying an icy chill that keeps people at a distance.
Even in such a disheveled state, she remained breathtakingly beautiful.
Dominic was stunned.
As Ventria, he grew up in aristocratic circles.
He is never short of beautiful women.
The other noble ladies, dressed in their finest attire, vied with each other to curry favor with him.
But he had never met a woman like Sorine.
Her beauty is not the kind that is overly glamorous or alluring.
Rather, it possesses a cool, aloof beauty, like a snow lotus on an iceberg.
It carries a sense of distance that keeps strangers at bay, yet it makes people unable to resist wanting to get closer.
But it was only a fleeting glance.
Sorine had already reached out and put the black mask on his face.