Chapter 26 An Indigenous Planet

Chapter 26 An Indigenous Planet

Among the busy voices, Wo Kuotai's hoarse voice on the radio is particularly eye-catching.

"Space Warriors, assemble!"

war room.

All the space fighters were seated, including Fu Qihai, a new star fighter.

Everyone is wearing power armor, neatly dressed, with helmets held around their waists, ready to go.

They all looked towards the end of the conference table.

At the end of the conference table, the expressionless Wo Kuotai on the wheelchair didn't talk nonsense, slid back a bit, and said:

"I ask Captain Adenauer to explain the situation to us."

A middle-aged officer with a black beard in a neat uniform stepped forward and introduced:

"Soldiers, this is the case."

With his fingers shaking, a holographic projection rose in the middle of the conference table.

A blue-green planet.

"We have reached the edge of the solar star field, the Leather star field, and the specific coordinates have been surveyed. The energy of the short sword is still sufficient, but other materials are insufficient, and the parts damaged in the previous battle cannot be completely repaired. The management team is seriously short of materials."

"The closest to us is this planet, numbered 09-177."

"I need you to land on this planet, find out the situation, and get enough supplies for the Dagger."

Wo Kuotai slid forward, cleared his throat, and said:

"This planet numbered 09-177, the last update on the voyage log is: 2.756.094.M30, No. 9 Expeditionary Fleet, Eighteenth Legion Salamander, regained the world."

"But this time is too far away from us, the rebellion has happened, and none of us know what is going on with this planet, so before I can get supplies, I will send a tactical team to the surface to recover the planet. The capital city of the city, this place labeled 'Bang Raja', find out."

As Wo Kuotai's fingers rotated, the planet presented by the holographic projection also rotated rapidly and continued to enlarge.

Finally, a horizontal projection of a city with scattered heights is presented.

"The quartermaster handed over the list of needed materials to Talar. This time, Talar led the team to select personnel, and the rest stayed behind on the battleship."

Afterwards, Adenauer introduced the pitifully little information on this planet and the city to everyone, partly from the information in the voyage log, and partly from the data from the auspicious instrument.

Finally, Wo Kuotai concluded: "Warriors, Orudo of Chagatai, I don't know how many of you are 'star hunters' who joined the Legion before the Great Crusade, but I know that the scout's blood It has not been lost in the inheritance of gene seeds, we are not those steel warriors and imperial fists who can only fight stupid battles, we have long been used to getting supplies from the enemy!"

"Let's go! If this planet is still loyal to the Empire, then let them provide the necessary supplies to the Imperial Army. If this planet has shamefully bowed to the traitors, then get supplies from the enemy and bring them destruction by the way! "

The soldiers suddenly responded.

After Wo Kuotai delivered a brief combat speech, Fu Qihai, who was pointed out by Talar, also came to the boarding deck with other soldiers.

The boarding deck is still busy, with welding sparks flickering, oil-stained maintenance workers and machine servants coming and going.

In the cleared space, a huge Stormbird has been waiting for a long time.

The soldiers lined up neatly, and the huge hatch outside the deck slowly opened, revealing the true face of the planet.

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Inside the Stormbird, accompanied by the turbulence and noise passing through the atmosphere, Fu Qihai asked Talar who was sitting opposite:

"Are we going to drive straight down like this?"

Talal smiled and said: "I know what you want to ask, the planet's orbital defense system has failed, and there is no one on the outer space station, and there is no response to our signal, Wo Kuotai Guess they've been 'patronized' by other legions."

Fu Qihai understood. The army that patronized this planet destroyed all the military facilities on it, leaving behind a planet that was almost streaking. If the attitude of this planet is loyal, then the fleet that patronizes it must be a fleet of rebel legions , otherwise it is the fleet of the loyal legion.

Not long after, the Stormbird slowly landed on the ground.

The space marines quickly filed out of the landing port lowered behind the Stormbird's rear.

Fu Qihai's hard magnetic soles stepped on a piece of soft and damp humus, and the dead leaves creaked under his feet.

Fu Qihai looked around through the helmet goggles, and saw a lush tropical rainforest.

Albus Lang, who was standing beside Fu Chenghai, took a deep breath, and his voice came out from the loudspeaker:

"Through the breathing valve, I can feel the air here is full of moisture."

"Zi... fighters." Talar's voice sounded from the communication channel, "In order to prevent being observed by equipment that may exist in the city, our landing site is still 30 kilometers away from the city of Bang Luojia. Now, follow me , maintain tactical formation, set off!"

The White Scars warriors rearranged their formation and followed Talar into the jungle.

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The Astartes quickly advanced to a hillside on the edge of the city, and they could already see the faint khaki buildings in the distance.

At this distance, the communication channels remained silent, Talar stretched out his hand to signal the team to stop, he turned his head to look at the space warrior on the left, and gestured.

That's what it means to grab your tongue.

The soldier nodded and led another soldier beside him into the jungle.

Fu Qihai and others rested in place.

Not long after, two soldiers came to the hillside carrying a skinny old man with dark skin.

The tall space warrior carried the old man like a little chicken, and he put the old man on the ground. The old man, dressed in a shabby coat, folded his arms and stared at the little steel giants around him with shrunken eyes. His thin body trembled.

Talar took off his helmet, revealing the weather-beaten bronze face, and asked the old man in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Can you understand my language?"

The old man nodded apprehensively.

"Very good." Talar raised his finger and pointed to the khaki-colored buildings in the distance, "Is there Bang Luojia?"

The old man nodded again, "Baluojia." He repeated it, but with a strange accent.

Perhaps this is the correct pronunciation of the city.

After some questioning, the White Scars learned that most people in the area did not know about the arrival of the Dagger and the Stormbird, at least this old man did not know that he was just a poor man living in the suburbs. Then the gods and demon soldiers like Talar came to Bang Luojia. They not only killed the officials stationed by the empire on this planet, but also caused massacres in the city for no reason, and then left in a hurry.

After listening to the old man's description of the appearance of the group of "Heavenly Demon Soldiers", Talar smiled disdainfully, and said in a disgusted tone:

"It's those damn bats."

Fu Qihai nodded, the Eighth Legion, the Night Lords, the legion logo is a fang skull with bat wings.

If the white scars are just not following the rules, or if they are more abiding by the cultural customs of the mother planet Chogris than the rules of the empire, and are still within the scope of professional soldiers, then the Midnight Lords Legion is a group of outright thugs and criminals.

His behavior was cruel and terrifying, without any honor of a soldier.

Disliked by other legions.

Even before the Horus Rebellion, the Night Lords had already committed several horrific massacres. Primarch Konrad Curze was asked to go to Terra in response to the accusation for interrogation, but he had not yet arrived in Terra The Horus Rebellion happened, and Conrad Curze, the midnight ghost, took advantage of the trend to rebel.

The question now is whether the Night Lords' carnage is out of habit and tyranny, or whether they have thrown themselves into the arms of Khorne, to make sacrifices and please evil gods.

If it is the latter, then the situation in Bang Luojia is a bit complicated.

Fu Qihai shook his head. It should not be the latter. If it was about raising demons or offering sacrifices, let alone this city, this planet might not have a single living person left, so he would never meet the old man in front of him.

At the same time, the warriors of the White Scars knew that after the Night Lords killed the imperial officials who were unwilling to obey them on the planet and created a massacre among the locals, they looted some supplies on the planet and left.

Afterwards, the planet immediately split into a power structure divided by warlords in many places, large and small.

And the former royal family, which was overthrown by the imperial expedition fleet a long time ago, also jumped out some people who were said to be descendants of the royal blood, and these people occupied the capital of the planet, Bang Luojia City.

Hearing that the people of the Night Lords had left, and now a group of natives occupied the city, Talal smacked his lips in dismay, and said to the surrounding Astartes:

"Let's go, go at full speed. The building marked on the target map is not allowed to fire until I receive my instructions."

The Astartes sprinted down the hill with their bolters at their waists.

The poor old man was left in place, marching at the speed of a space warrior, and when he returned to the city, it was estimated that the city had changed its owner.

Despite maintaining a forward speed of 50 kilometers per hour, the space warriors are still calm and composed. After the communication channel was reopened, they even had the leisure to talk nonsense on the channel.

Looking at the exotic circular spiers and colorful shining glass of the khaki-colored buildings in the distance, Albslang said:

"It can be seen that it hasn't been long since this planet was recovered, at least their cities haven't been hive-capitalized, not completely hive-capitalized."

A soldier beside him answered, "Do you know that hundreds of years ago, the thing I was most worried about was that Chogris would become a damn hive city."

His voice sounded muffled, accompanied by heavy footsteps, as if a giant was trampling the ground.

Another soldier ran and said disdainfully: "Come on, Aaron, if you are free to talk nonsense here, you might as well think about how to make your legs go faster. We are running so slow now because you are dragging us down."

The soldier named Aaron became angry immediately, and cursed in a muffled voice: "Fuck, try wearing this armor! I said, you are not jealous that I can wear Terminator armor, are you?"

"Funny Mud Pee (High Gothic: Funny Mud Pee)..."

The White Scars team that landed on the planet is a standard tactical team. Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.

Among the six people were two jumpers equipped with jet packs. The power packs on their backs were a whole circle larger than Fu Qihai's, and the two special-shaped thick tube exhaust ports were even more exaggerated, extending downwards. Twin engine nozzles like the turbofan nozzles of previous fighter jets.

In addition, it is equipped with a Terminator Astartes wearing a Terminator Tactical Dreadnought armor.

Aaron is equipped with the first generation of tactical dreadnought armor. Its logo is a canine-like helmet shape. Compared with ordinary power armor, the armor has a thicker ceramic steel guard plate, a more complex electronic muscle bundle network, and a stronger skeleton. Made of fine gold, the whole body is much taller and wider than ordinary space warriors.

This kind of armor, which sacrifices flexibility and speed, is specially used for close combat and assault, and it deals with more powerful battlefield firepower.

If the bulky Terminator is left behind, Fu Qihai's team can advance at a faster speed.

On the edge of the city in the distance, at the top of a towering minaret, a soldier in a robe and holding a rifle pulled his companions, pointed at the yellow smoke rising in the distance, and asked:

"Do you see what that is?"

The companion turned around, suddenly paled in shock, rushed into the room, and shouted into the microphone:

"Warning, there are armored vehicles approaching us, not wheeled vehicles, but... humanoid armored vehicles, God, it's those demons, they're back!"

After a few minutes of full speed, Fu Qihai could vaguely see the outline of the city wall in the distance. With a thought, the image compensation system built into the helmet was activated, and the scene in front of him instantly zoomed in and became clear—a temporarily reinforced steel building. The ancient masonry city walls, the gates are slowly closing, and some simple roadblocks are also being arranged.

"Talal..." Fu Qihai reminded in a deep voice.

"I saw it." Talar responded lightly, and then arranged: "The Terminator rushes forward, open the door for me, jump and pack the flying soldiers to the wings, and don't fire yet."

As the Astartes quickly approached the city gate, a few scattered bullets hit the ground ahead, ricocheting off the ceramic plates and clanging.

Rather than an attack, the meaning of warning may be stronger.

Bullets of this caliber, not to mention ricochet, would hardly leave a mark on the ceramic steel guard plate even if they were shot directly at close range.

When approaching the city gate, the formation spread out, and the trailing Terminator strode forward with heavy steps. A faint blue arc flickered on the huge and hideous power glove in his right hand, which was the start of the cracking position generator.

Then, he swung his raised arm brazenly, and slammed a straight fist on the thick concrete city gate.

"Boom—"

Smoke and dust filled the air, gravel flew, and the powerful Terminator didn't slow down or stagnate at all, and the whole person slammed into the city gate along the gap made.

The simple roadblock had already been trampled and knocked open, and the team members following behind quickly followed up and entered the city gate along the big hole opened by the Terminator armor.

Behind the city gate is a wide stone street. The whole city is spread along a gentle hillside. No need for a map. Along the wide central avenue, Fu Chenghai saw the target building in the distance as soon as he looked up.

At the farthest end of the road is also the highest point of the city. There is a tall building that is incompatible with the surrounding khaki exotic style paintings. It is a strange building that mixes Gothic aesthetics and industrial modern style. It is said to come from a famous imperial expedition. The handiwork of architects.

The human empire is stationed in the Planetary Governor's Mansion.

The Astartes continued toward the Governor's Palace. The strange thing is that this bustling street that should be the capital of the country is deserted and deserted. The wide street is empty. Only a few passers-by hid in the house in panic, showing a pair of frightened eyes through the window.

Are people hiding, or are they?

... Fu Qihai's heart sank, the killings caused by the midnight lords may be more than he imagined.

With no time to pay attention to the situation in the city, the Space Marines need to quickly control the Governor's Palace.

Along the way, they saw soldiers in robes continuously gathering towards the Governor's Mansion, but Talar and others ignored them. Destroying a city is easy for space warriors, but it is difficult to control a city, especially when the tactical team only has In the case of six people.

It's also good to concentrate, it's convenient to catch everything in one go.

The majestic Governor's Mansion is right in front of you. The two flying soldiers quickly moved to the sides. Their legs bent and their knees sank. The soldiers shot up and flew high into the air. One landed firmly on the roof balcony, and the other smashed the glass window and rushed into the room on the top floor.

Fu Qihai and the others also drew their guns and followed the Terminator up the smooth and bright marble steps.

The Terminator who walked in the front tore open the ornately decorated glass door. Before he could see the scene clearly, what greeted the tactical team was a storm of lasers and shells.

The super responsive ability endowed by the Astartes transformation surgery made Fu Qihai, Talar and others move sideways to dodge the moment they entered the hall, causing a bunch of shells to miss.

Only Aaron, who was wearing tactical dreadnought armor, still stood in the center of the gate, enduring the stormy attack. The warhead of the automatic cannon shot golden fire lines on his solid ceramic steel armor, and he just raised his arm Block the helmet.

In the center of the hall, in the two piles of bunkers that looked like they were temporarily built, two large-caliber automatic cannons were pouring firepower on the Astartes, and behind them were frightened and frantic mortal soldiers.

"Fire!" Talar ordered without hesitation. He has never been a soft-hearted person, let alone someone else's automatic cannon hit his face.

At such a short distance, Albslang and Fu Qihai extinguished the two automatic cannons with two random shots. The powerful mass-explosive bombs turned the enemy's barrel into a mass of scorched and twisted metal, and the gunner turned into a mass of blackened and twisted metal. A puddle of flesh and blood smeared on this mass of metal.

A large number of mortal soldiers poured out from behind the doors of each room. They shouted loudly and in a panic in an incomprehensible language. There was neither courage nor fighting intent on their faces, only fear. They used the weapons in their hands to fight in disorder. Launch an attack on the tactical squad.

Fu Qihai noticed that what they were holding in their hands were the standard laser guns of the imperial mortal army, including the two automatic cannons that were scrapped just now, which were also active weapons of the imperial army.

The scarlet light of the laser gun hit the power armor, leaving only a scorched black mark, which could not be penetrated at all. With such a small power, it is no wonder that the laser gun of the mortal army of the empire was nicknamed "flashlight", Fu Qihai thought to himself.

Talar didn't fire, but raised one arm in a stop gesture, and the loudspeaker on the armor's neck blared his voice:

"Stop, cease fire, we are not your enemy!"

But it was useless, the soldiers fell into a kind of great fear, they only knew to keep pulling the trigger, as if they couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

A laser beam hit Talar's helmet straight, causing a burst of static to overwhelm his senses and snowflakes in his goggles.

"Damn it." Talal didn't need to aim, just raised his hand from memory and knocked down the soldiers a few times, "Keep them quiet!"

Fu Qihai and Albus Lang followed closely and fired continuously. In the yellow cross flames erupting from the muzzle of the bolter, the soldiers were instantly knocked down, and the scene finally quieted down.

Even if the less powerful subsonic bombs are installed in advance, it is still difficult for an unarmored human body hit by a bolter to breathe. Talar looked at the mess in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and said: :

"Let's go, control the Governor's Mansion, search and check the situation inside, and gather on the top floor in 10 minutes."

Everyone dispersed and searched the room one by one.

Fu Qihai stepped over a tattered corpse, and the face of the owner of the corpse still had the frightened expression frozen before death.

Even the threat of death can't make them stop their fear, what are they afraid of... Fu Qinghai thought silently.

There was only sporadic resistance left in the entire Governor's Mansion, and the Astartes did not continue to kill, and quickly swept the entire building.

Ten minutes later, everyone gathered in the large office on the top floor.

Talar was standing at the large oak desk that used to belong to the planetary governor, but the place was empty at this time.

Talar's helmet was placed on the table, and he looked around at the warriors who saw nothing in front of him, and asked:

"Have you found someone in charge?"

The soldiers shook their heads.

Talal's order was to arrest someone who looked like the ruler of the city, but Fu Qinghai only saw soldiers in this building.

"Talal." The voice came from outside the door, and Albus Lang came in carrying a fat man in gorgeous clothes.

He threw the fat black man to the floor and said, "This man said that the prime minister and the princess were in the palace behind the mountain."

The fat black man who was thrown to the ground was lying on the ground crying and shouting: "Don't kill me... don't kill me..."

"Prime Minister? Princess?" Talal frowned.

"Maybe they are the so-called restoration forces of the previous dynasty." A soldier reminded.

"Shall we go to that palace to capture the so-called prime minister and princess?" Albus Lang asked.

"Well... don't be in a hurry." Talal said noncommittally, "Qingshan."

Talal turned to look at Fu Qinghai and pointed at a Thinker system that had stopped running next to the oak table.

Fu Qinghai understood, took off his helmet, and squatted in front of the machine.

Talar picked up the helmet on the table and put it on, and said loudly: "All the rest, let's go, let's meet the so-called prime minister and see where the gap between him and Malcador is."

There was a chuckle from the soldiers.

Malcador is the Prime Minister of the Human Empire, the second-in-command of the Empire, and the third most powerful psyker in the entire Empire after the Emperor and Magnus the Red.

Dare to make fun of the imperial prime minister. Talal was not as rigid and rigorous when leading troops as Ogedai's deputy, Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

When everyone left, Fu Qinghai was still tinkering with the Thinker system in the office. After the attempt to start it failed, he opened the cover of the Thinker system. A familiar smell of engine oil mixed with preservatives hit his face. Fu Qinghai skillfully used his hands to He rummaged through the dark and thick pipes inside the machine.

The Meditator system is not a purely mechanical computer. The processor in the Meditator system is a human brain that has undergone special treatment such as embalming. It is a serious "brain in a vat".

Like parchment, it is also a product of the AI ​​phobia of the human empire. It can be understood as a special servitor with calculation and modeling capabilities. It is a unique computer system of Warhammer 40K.

While studying with Master Quinto, Fu Qinghai was no longer unfamiliar with this kind of imperial standard computer.

After a while, the machine started up and the empire's eagle symbol lit up on the screen.

Fu Qinghai entered the system and started searching. After browsing the planetary resource catalog, strategic reserve warehouse information, tithe collection statistics and other information, Fu Qinghai silently wrote down the data.

At present, Bai Scar knows too little about this planet. Seeing a "09-177 Moradigan Governance Memorandum", Fu Qihai opened it without any hassle.

The local name of this planet is Moradigan, a world where the level of military technology has just reached the bolt-action rifle, and the dynasty that rules it is also called Moradigan. The empire was attached, so it was destroyed by the No. 09 Expeditionary Fleet.

It is said that there are still some members of the royal family scattered among the people. These so-called "royal family members in exile" have somewhat created some insignificant ruling costs for the imperial governor.

After the customs clearance, Fu Chen rummaged in the governor's office. The cabinets and drawers were all empty. It seemed that they had been searched a long time ago.

After solving the matter here, Fu Qihai hurried to the palace behind the mountain according to the information left by Talar.

The light yellow majestic building in front of me is sandwiched between two mountains. It has tall stone columns with several people hugging each other. The roof is a round spire common in the city, which is quite a mix of ancient Greece and Arabia.

Fu Qihai stepped into the palace. In the spacious and spacious space, the light is bright, with high domes, complicated murals, and layers of thin curtains made of jute fluttering gently with the breeze.

In the middle of the main hall, the white-scarred interstellar warriors have already controlled some people who look like officials in gorgeous clothes. Surrounded by the interstellar warriors is a white-haired old man in a white floor-length robe. Plato in The School of Athens.

This bald old man with white hair and white beard stubbornly raised his head and glared at Talar who was half a body taller than him.

Hearing the sound, Talal turned his head to look at Fu Qihai, and asked, "Is it done?"

Fu Qihai nodded and said: "There is something we want, and the location is clear, but I don't know how much is left after being searched by the traitors."

Talar turned his head, took off his helmet, exposed his face, looked at the old man in front of him who was only as high as his chest, and said sincerely:

"Let me emphasize again, although we may look alike in your eyes, we are indeed different from the previous group of people. We have no intention of killing the planet, as long as you are willing to cooperate with us."

The old man blew his beard and stared: "But you just killed three hundred of our soldiers!"

Talal waved his arms helplessly, and said: "That was forced to fight back, you attacked us first, well, listen to me..."

Fu Qihai was not interested in the political negotiations between Talar and the "Prime Minister". He stood aside and looked up to admire the murals on the dome and the walls.

The murals seem to tell a story of creation, and this story has nothing to do with Terra, the true birthplace of mankind.

Unlike the empire's heavy and opaque velvet, the locals seem to like to use light and translucent hemp fabric as curtains.

Fu Qihai was admiring it, when he suddenly saw through a light red linen curtain from the corner of his eye, the stone brick behind it retracted, revealing a black gun barrel and the face of a woman wearing a hood.

Fu Qihai's pupils shrank suddenly!

You don't need ballistics analysis to know who she is aiming at, and Talar is the only Astartes in the audience who doesn't wear a helmet!

The moment he saw the barrel of the gun, Fu Qihai's hand subconsciously touched his waist to draw the gun, but it was too late, time slowed down at this moment, and Fu Qihai clearly saw the yellow flame bursting out from the muzzle of the gun. I saw Talar's head being smashed like a watermelon, bursting into pieces of bright red blood.

"Boom!"

"Ding!"

The imaginary head burst did not appear. Talar stood on the spot without turning his head. He just raised his arm and covered his head with the palm of his hand. The bullet hit Talar's black gauntlet and burst out a small cluster of sparks. , it bounced off.

Fu Qihai heaved a sigh of relief. The planet's outdated weapons failed to penetrate the space soldier's gauntlets. Seeing that they missed a hit, the attacker immediately retracted the barrel and disappeared from the hole in the wall.

And Talal, who put on a small wall, turned his head to look at Fu Qihai with a blank expression.

Fu Qihai nodded in understanding, pulled out a short power blade stuck in his calf, and rushed towards the corridor behind the main hall.

Just now Talar warned Fu Qihai with a look: Don't be distracted on the battlefield.

Thinking he had the situation under control, Fu Qihai, who left the battlefield environment, was distracted to appreciate the exotic decorations in the palace.

As everyone knows, as long as you step on the battlefield, you can't take it lightly at all times.

Learned another lesson today.

Watching Fu Qihai get into the dark corridor, Talal looked down at the white-bearded old man in front of him, with a slightly mocking tone:

"That stupid assassin just now, could it be your princess?"

The old man closed his eyes in pain and despair.

After a while, it seemed that something was the same, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Please don't hurt her, I will satisfy all your requests."

Talar nodded and said, "Don't worry, if she is really that kind of princess, Qingshan will know it."

But after thinking about it, just in case, Talar opened the communication channel and said softly:

"Qingshan, the assassin may be their so-called princess, I want to live."

"Received." Fu Qihai's voice back was accompanied by a piercing electrical sound, but at least it was received.

Entering the dark corridor, Fu Qihai gradually slowed down his running pace, ignoring the two maids who were fleeing in panic, and leaned his ear on the wall to listen.

After hearing the slight sound, Fu Qihai leaned sideways, and smashed the ancient stone wall with a "crash".

Inside is a darker passage, and the secret passage extending in all directions does not know where it leads.

Fu Qihai could only roughly judge the direction of the woman's escape, but he didn't know which secret passage she was in in the huge palace.

But he was not in a hurry, and continued to run, listened attentively, and hit the wall.

Fu Qihai didn't walk along the complicated secret passages at all, but just followed the direction in his memory, kicking the door and bumping into the wall. He smashed countless stone walls, intentionally making loud noises, and walking in the winding road Echoes spread in the secret passage.

Finally, after he smashed another stone wall, he faintly heard a low cry suppressing fear and trembling.

Fu Qihai laughed, and ran wildly in the direction of the sound. Then, in the dark and invisible corridor, he heard hurried footsteps and a woman's scream...

A minute later, Fu Qihai stood quietly in front of the glass window on the second floor, looking at the green lawn below. Suddenly, a large piece of grass was lifted up along with the soil, revealing a dark square hole inside. The woman in the long robe got out of the hole in a panic. She looked back in panic, and fled to the open area in the distance.

"Create fear, use fear to force people out of the darkness." A sigh came from the ear.

At some point, an Astarte with a jet jump bag on his back stood beside Fu Qinghai.

"Do you know, Qing Shan, your methods are very similar to those of the Midnight Lord."

"Really?" Fu Qihai shrugged, noncommittal, "People in this city are already terrified, why don't I take advantage of this? The means are not important, but the result is, isn't it, Humar."

After finishing speaking, Fu Qihai pushed open the glass window and jumped down from the second floor.

The flying soldier behind him murmured, "Albus Lang is right in his evaluation of you, you are a cunning and unscrupulous fighter."

After a while, Fu Qihai came back with a woman in one hand.

The woman kept struggling in mid-air, begging bitterly:

"Please, don't kill me, please..."

This woman has a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, long eyelashes and gray-blue eyes, thick black and thick long hair, slightly rough light brown skin and long legs like grasshoppers, making her look Not like a pampered princess.

It seems that the life of the royal family in exile is not easy...Fu Qihai thought to himself.

He stared ahead, and responded lightly: "You are so afraid of death, why do you have the courage to shoot at our commander?"

Unexpectedly, the woman stopped struggling, and she said in a trembling tone of hatred and fear:

"Because you slaughtered our people, we have already surrendered to your rule, but you still want to torture them and use cruel punishments for fun, even the elderly and children are not willing to let go!"

Her eyes were full of fear, humiliation and unwillingness in the fear, combined with her delicate gray-blue eyes, I really felt pity for her.

He was so afraid of death just now, why is he suddenly bitter and bitter now?

Fu Qihai felt that this change was a bit abrupt, but he didn't think too much about it, and only explained one sentence:

"I said that we are not with the previous gang. Believe it or not, they even killed the governor we sent."

He handed the woman in his hand to the flying soldier who was waiting behind the main hall.

The passage in the palace had been knocked out beyond recognition by Fu Qihai, and the flying soldier picked up the woman and directly activated the jetpack, and crossed over the high roof of the palace.

Fu Qihai strolled leisurely into the palace that was smashed to pieces by him.

He knew that if he wanted to use the princess to coerce the old man to cooperate with the Astartes in collecting supplies, he would have to talk, so he was not in a hurry.

Before he knew it, he walked into a large room. The heavy solid wood door was wide open. The inside was covered with carpets and hung with curtains like layers of light gauze. Behind the curtains was a big bed.

The faint fragrance in the air floated into Fu Qihai's nose through the filter of the breathing valve. Fu Qihai looked at the exquisite and gorgeous dressing table and various wardrobes in front of him, thinking that this must be the boudoir of that "princess".

Fu Qihai casually opened a drawer under the dresser.

Inside are a bunch of women's underwear of different styles, made of gauze, cotton, linen... Accompanied by a faint smell of soap, the design is quite fancy.

Well……

Fu Qinghai pushed the drawer back without changing his expression.

Not knowing what mentality was at work, Fu Chenghai opened another drawer.

However, what appeared inside made Fu Qihai raise his eyebrows.

There was something lying quietly in the drawer.

Something that definitely shouldn't be here.

A swiss army knife.

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