Chapter 179 The Scarlet Letter Warrior Fu Qinghai

Chapter 179 The Scarlet Letter Warrior Fu Qinghai

Schwerin Hive, low earth orbit, spaceport.

This is a huge space station, in the shape of a gyro, with multi-layered concentric rings surrounding the central axis, which are the berths for spaceships.

At this time, there are a few spaceships parked here, all belonging to the privateering fleet of the Thorndike family. The Sword-class frigate Lady Fortune is not the largest ship, but because of the sharp and slender appearance of the standard imperial warship, Most striking.

Kirshvitto led the gang and came out one by one from the open cargo hold on the side of the Sommerfeld family's cargo airship.

The experience of being squeezed between cargo and traveling through the atmosphere on a bumpy cargo airship was not good, but no one complained. After getting off the ship, they quietly surrounded the Thorndike family's exclusive berth area as planned.

The Spartan gang was lying in ambush far away from the frigate Lady Luck. Between the cargo boxes placed at the base, they quietly observed the frigate in the distance.

Compared with other generations of Mjolnir power armor, the black Mjolnir assault power armor of Kirshweto Black Team II has some special features, such as the visual compensation of the mask, which can see five kilometers away. Hiding behind the cargo box, he carefully analyzed the outer defense layout of the frigate in the distance.

In the distance, the tail of the frigate is connected to the berth of the space port through a steel covered bridge. The spacious berth area is piled with the goods of the Thorndike family. There are private soldiers of the family carrying laser guns and shotguns standing guard and patrolling. They are dressed in uniforms. They are all diverse and not uniform, but they are all men with strong physiques and fierce looks.

These experienced sailors, who have been tested for many years in gang-hopping battles, often have defects, but they are the backbone of the Rogue Trader fleet and have rich combat experience in narrow cabins.

A bald man with tubular implants inserted into the back of his head was standing in front of an open box, holding an electronic tablet in his hand, checking and counting something in his mouth. Judging from his appearance, he must be in charge.

Both of his arms were replaced by mechanical prosthetics, and two servo skulls were suspended above his shoulders. There were cables under the servo skulls connected to the back of his head.

Koshvito looked at the men next to him and said:

"The code name for this operation: Left Jab. Hulda, it's your turn."

The woman lifted up her cloak and robe, and she was actually wearing a full set of power armor underneath. The dark gray armor shell is thinner than the Mjolnir series power armor, and there are also black fiber suits between the pieces of armor. The biggest difference from the latter is that the helmet has an approximately spherical golden mask, like a flying helmet, and It's not a half-enclosed golden mask like Kirshvitto's, a motorcycle helmet style.

Secondary Powered Penetrating Armor, also known as SPI Powered Armor, was developed by ONI's Watershed Division. Its characteristic is that it can imitate the surrounding environment through photosensitive reaction panels to achieve chameleon-style invisibility. It can be regarded as the Covenant's active camouflage system. UNSC version.

This is a special power armor issued to some Spartan-III warriors. It is not as powerful as the Mjolnir series power armor, but the cost of manufacturing and maintenance is also greatly reduced.

After all, the cost of a set of Mjolnir powered armor is almost the same as that of a Charon-class light frigate.

Hulda raised his head and glanced at Koshvito, who was more than two meters tall, and whispered in the communication channel:

"Boss, I didn't expect that I could wear your power armor. It fits perfectly."

Koshvito said calmly:

"In mission operations, you should call me "Sir", not "Boss". Also, this is my girlfriend's power armor, not mine."

Hulda nodded and said, "Yes, sir."

After saying that, a large and delicate fragmented visually blurred mosaic flickered on the surface of Hulda's armor, the photosensitive reaction panel started to work, and the entire set of powered armor slowly changed colors, becoming exactly the same as the surrounding environment.

Hulda picked up the power sword captured from the Thorndike family, and using the cover of the supply box and sling track, he hunched over and cautiously moved towards the berth area.

From a distance, it looks like a sword floating in mid-air.

Koshvito closed his eyes unbearably.

Fortunately, Hulda also knew how to bend forward and hold the weapon as close to his ankle as possible.

Soon, Hulda approached a group of sailors on patrol.

While Koshvito raised his head to check, he took out a large pistol-like weapon from his cloak, twisted a black cylinder up, clicked it into place, and then folded a small piece of it like a camera screen. The display screen popped up from the side of the big pistol, and Kirshvitto clicked with his fingers to set the detonation time.

According to the plan, Hulda had to sneak into the frigate first to prevent the other party from disconnecting the connecting bridge and escaping. The woman tightened her grip on the power sword in her hand, thought about it, and finally decided to give up the weapon, put the power sword gently on the ground, stood up and walked along At the edge of the berth, I tiptoed towards the connecting bridge.

Perhaps it was because the deserted spaceport had been peaceful for a long time and the vigilance had been relaxed, but not a single sailor discovered Hulda's existence.

Just when she was about to step onto the connecting bridge.

The servo skull suspended above the manager's shoulder suddenly turned its head and looked in the direction of Hulda. Red light suddenly emitted from the empty eye sockets, and the electrical signal went straight to the back of the head along the connecting line.

The manager who received the warning from the servo skull suddenly turned around, pointed at the empty connecting bridge, and shouted:

"There's an invasion!"

"over there!"

Before the sailors could react, Kirshvitto stood up from behind the pile of boxes, raised the pistol with the cylinder in his hand, and pointed it at the berth area.

"boom!"

The cylindrical tube was ejected and exploded in mid-air before it hit the ground.

"boom--"

Bright yellow fire exploded in the air, the flames swallowed up a large number of sailors, and the shock wave shook the scene into chaos.

The M363 long-range projectile detonator gun is commonly known as the "sticky detonator gun".

The flames of the explosion had not yet been extinguished. The Spartan warrior had already jumped out from behind the pile of boxes. While running at high speed, he tore off the tattered cloak he was wearing, pulled out the needle gun from his waist and fired continuously at the front. .

"Swish swish swish!"

The trigger was held tightly, and the lavender sharp crystal needles shot out from the muzzle. Kirshvitto did not need to aim, the Subanis crystal automatically searched for biological signals and thermal signals, turned in mid-air, and was filled with sailors. cheek.

Koshvito kept running at high speed, holding the needle gun in one hand, emptying the nineteen-round magazine in one breath, and inserted it back into his waist. He leaned over to pick up Hulda's power sword, threw it towards the connecting bridge, and then Pull out the rail gun from behind, raise the gun, aim, and shoot.

Magnetic sparks flashed in the guide rail, and there was a scream of bullets piercing the air. The manager who was not hasty in dodging was shot in the head. His head exploded like a watermelon. Blood rained down, and his body fell weakly. The two servo skulls were still there. Hovering sluggishly, the broken connecting cable hung in mid-air, swinging left and right.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The lavender crystals inserted into the sailors' faces suddenly burst open, and the dense crystal fragments knocked down the surrounding sailors again. Some people cried out in pain while holding their limbs scratched and cut by the crystals.

Hulda raised his hand and steadily took the power sword flying in the air. He swung his sword and cut off half of a sailor's body. Due to the rapid movement, the light spots all over his body flashed messily. He turned around and rushed towards the connecting bridge leading to the frigate. .

The battles and explosions in the spaceport berth area also alerted the frigate. The multiple connecting bridges connecting the spaceport to the rear of the warship were being disconnected one after another, and the nozzle of the sublight engine lit up with plasma fire.

Countless red lasers lit up behind Koshvito. This was the other members of the Spartan Gang who were covering him. The Spartan Gang, who had the advantage of taking the initiative, actually suppressed the private soldiers of the Thorndike family for a moment. Don't start.

Hulda had already rushed into the frigate, restarted his stealth, and hid himself. Koshvito paid no attention to the moaning sailors lying on the ground, put away the rail gun behind his shoulders, activated the sword sprint mode, and kicked He took a leap, flew seven or eight meters in mid-air, and landed on the deck of the frigate with a "bang".

In the frigate, as soon as a sailor raised the shotgun in his hand, Koshvito punched him in the chest. His sternum collapsed on the spot and flew backwards. His body hit the wall and he fell to the ground.

Koshvito turned and shouted:

"Follow up!"

A group of running Spartans with guns jumped onto the frigate one after another.

…

meeting room.

This conference room is so large that it is probably not an exaggeration to call it a "conference hall" or a "conference palace".

The vast and towering dome has a rounded outline with no interruptions or edges. It looks like the vault of heaven in the earthly world, filled with colorful murals.

Fu Qinghai stood quietly in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in front of him, just like the treacherous situation in Schwerin Nest City.

Behind him, the representatives of the hive capital nobles sitting around the conference table all looked at his tall and burly back and were speechless. No one dared to speak first and break the silence.

"grown ups."

Finally, it was Valentine Sommerfeld who asked in a dry and hoarse voice, knowingly:

"So, we are all very curious, where did you come from, and why did you come to Schwerin Hive this time?"

Fu Qinghai turned around slowly, and a cold, dull and sonorous voice came from the loudspeaker:

"I come from the stars with vengeance, war, the Emperor's gospel, and an oath cast in his name!"

Fu Qinghai slowly walked to the table, put his hands on the table, lowered his head and glanced at the nobles present. His huge black body brought an invisible sense of oppression, and said in a deep voice:

"I just want to ask everyone here, is the Schwerin Hive still part of the empire's territory?"

"Of course...of course."

Still the skinny old man, Valentin Sommerfeld, facing Fu Qinghai's murderous intent regardless of enemy or friend, his voice was trembling at this moment:

"We, the Sommerfeld family, are forever loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and to Holy Terra."

Fu Qinghai turned to look at the next person on the conference table:

"how about you?"

"I...I am the current head of the Cronin family, and I am also loyal to the Emperor."

The short, fat man who was stared at by Fu Qinghai had a serious look on his face and said hurriedly.

"snort!"

Before Fu Qinghai could ask about the next noble representative, a discordant snort sounded from the other end of the large conference table.

Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked over.

A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair and a gorgeous dress was sitting at the far end of the conference table. He looked at Fu Qinghai with a calm expression and sneered:

"Everyone, have you forgotten the message of the Astropath? Who is the new master of this galaxy?"

"Does a mere Space Marine fighting alone with bare hands scare you?"

"But……"

The patriarch of the Cronin family turned around and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a black-haired middle-aged man:

"I know what you're going to say, Osvid Cronin. You're saying that a Space Marine doesn't show up alone on a hive, right? But take a good look at him. His armor is shattered. He even put down his weapons, but where is his fleet? Where is his legion? None of them showed up!"

The black-haired middle-aged man stood up, pointed at Fu Qinghai, and said loudly:

"He is just a lone wolf! A stray wild dog who is foolishly loyal to the pathetic false emperor. The empire has already changed dynasties, so why should we be afraid of him!"

Fu Qinghai was not annoyed at all when faced with the man's yelling and insults. He stood up straight, looked at the man at the far end of the conference table, and asked calmly:

"Presumably, this is Baron Zedu, right?"

The black-haired middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and asked:

"you know me?"

"Hehehe..."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"More than just acquaintance, I'm here just for you."

Coming for me?

Baron Zedu looked surprised when he heard this. He stopped talking nonsense and waved his hands and shouted:

"Somebody come!"

Explosions and sounds of fighting resounded outside the conference room door. Immediately afterwards, the alloy door was opened by a jet of plasma. The door panel was kicked open, and a group of soldiers holding plasma weapons rushed into the conference room.

They held huge and stubby plasma guns in their hands, and a row of black muzzles were pointed at everyone in the conference room.

"Zedu, what do you want to do!?"

"Are you going to start a full-scale war with all the Spire families!?"

The nobles present were stunned and shouted loudly.

"Hahaha!"

Baron Zedu laughed loudly, his hateful eyes swept across the people in the conference room, and said with a twisted smile:

"I have long wanted to find an opportunity to catch you all in one fell swoop. If I hadn't been able to control the entire hive in a short period of time, do you think you could survive until now?"

He turned to look at Fu Qinghai, his face full of joy after his conspiracy had succeeded, and he laughed and said:

"You may not know that I had predicted that you would come to the conference room alone, but the prophecy said that you would come fully armed, and this time..."

"I asked the attendant officer to tell you in advance that you must unload your weapons before you can enter the meeting site. You are too big a deal. Space Marine, what can you do to fight me without weapons?"

Baron Zedu opened his mouth, spread his hands, and chuckled:

"Fuck Imperial Truth, look, this is the power of psychic energy and magic, this is the supreme power of the Lord of Change, this is..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Qinghai suddenly raised his two arms and pointed his palms at Baron Zedu and the soldiers in front of him. The hexagonal armor covering his palms slid open, revealing two micro reactors and The thick lightning bolts on the breastplate lit up with a blazing white light...

"Who told you I didn't have a weapon?"

Fu Qinghai tilted his head and asked.

"Biu——"

"Biu! Biu! Biu!"

The charged arc pulse cannon fired out, and the soldiers across the conference table also pulled the trigger at the same time. The blue coil on the back of the plasma gun lit up, and the plasma beam spurted out. The conference room was filled with blazing white light beams and faint blue beams of light, crisscrossing each other.

Baron Zedu fell down as soon as Fu Qinghai fired the laser, and Fu Qinghai also ducked to avoid while raising his hands to fight back, but his movements did not seem to be as flexible and agile as before, and were slightly sluggish and stiff.

This was very painful for the noble representatives who were between the two of them. At the first moment of firing, seven or eight people were melted and vaporized by the plasma beam. The thick curtains of red velvet and the exquisite and gorgeous relief murals were all burned, penetrated, and peeled off by the combined attacks of laser and plasma.

The thick ceramic-steel-plastic-steel composite armor helped Fu Qinghai offset several plasma beams that passed by him, but he was also suppressed and unable to raise his head. He could only hide behind the large conference table, relying on cover to interact with the soldiers. Shooting.

Baron Zedu was lying on the ground and saw the body of a soldier who fell to the ground dead. There was a plasma gun lying quietly next to him. He gritted his teeth, picked up the heavy plasma gun, held it under his arm, and crawled from the conference table. On the other side, he moved around bit by bit.

The shooting continued, and when Baron Zedu finally turned over a pile of corpses of noble representatives, he quietly poked his head out from the corner of the conference table, pointed at Fu Qinghai and raised the plasma gun in his hand...

"go to hell!"

He yelled with a ferocious smile and pulled the trigger brazenly.

"Biu!"

A blue beam flashed through, and the plasma beam melted through most of Fu Qinghai's helmet.

As soon as the joy on Baron Zedu's face rose, it froze instantly.

Inside the helmet, there was nothing.

There was no splash of blood and brains as imagined, no half-burnt skull, only the red and melted edges of the armor, and the empty hole inside.

It's you, Scarlet Letter Warrior!

If Professor Ahriman, the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons Legion, was here at this moment, he would definitely think that the scarlet letter spell for which he was famous was cast on this power armor, and that the soul of a Thousand Sons Legion space warrior was bound inside.

But no.

Baron Zedo was lying on the floor, his brain stopped, his mouth half-open, dumbfounded.

The remaining three soldiers, whose plasma guns had been severely overheated, stopped pulling the triggers in the face of such a strange turn of events.

The helmet visor was damaged, which seemed to affect the aiming of the power armor. The unmanned empty power armor slowly raised its arm again and pointed it crookedly in an unmanned direction. The white light in the palm of the hand will illuminate. rise.

"Uh-huh!"

Behind the three soldiers, the light of the sword flashed with blue electric arcs, and the three bodies were cut off in an instant. The fractures were smooth and neat, and the blood had not had time to gush out.

"Plop!"

Six pieces of corpses fell to the ground.

Baron Zedu turned around in shock and saw a muscular man who was naked and wearing only tight black shorts. He was holding a straight-edged power knife in his hand and walking towards him with a sinister smile.

Baron Zedu quickly picked up the plasma gun in his hand, and when he was about to turn over, a long knife flew towards him like lightning.

"绌!"

Baron Zedu had a huge long knife stuck in his chest. Most of his chest seemed to be split open by the blade, and his whole body was nailed to the beautifully carved floor.

Dark red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Baron Zedu's eyes bulged, his body shook, his head tilted, and he died.

The fierce battle ended, and the entire space finally became quiet.

In the conference room, corpses were everywhere and blood was flowing.

Fu Qinghai stepped on the cold stone floor with his bare feet, stepped over the corpse, let the blood cover his insteps, leaving sticky bloody footprints, and came to the body of Baron Zedu.

A gray-haired young woman followed closely behind her. She didn't care at all that the smell of blood permeated the disgusting meeting scene. She stared at Fu Qinghai's naked back with bright eyes, with smooth skin and tangled muscles.

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and pulled out the Blue Blade, looked at Baron Zedu's deadpan face, and sighed:

"You see, I have never believed in magic or prophecy."

"Master, you are back."

A mechanical electronic female voice came from the loudspeaker of the Blue Shell Power Armor. The empty shell armor turned around to face Fu Qinghai's direction and stood still.

Fu Qinghai nodded and said:

"Yes, I'm back. I don't have to shoot lasers at the wall anymore."

The Blue Shell power armor opened its arms, and the blackened and broken armor plates on its body opened like lotus blossoms, revealing a human-shaped space that could just wrap around Fu Qinghai's body.

Fu Qinghai was about to walk over and rejoin the Blue Shell Power Armor when suddenly, a whispering voice sounded from behind:

"Wait a moment."

Fu Qinghai turned around in confusion.

Gladys shrunk her shoulders, raised her eyes to look at Fu Qinghai, and whispered:

"Can I...can I touch you, my lord?"

Fu Qinghai: "???"

…………

Thanks, all the names that come to mind have been taken. I don’t know what name to change. Thanks to these two book friends, your IDs really complement each other.

Thanks to wandering souls from all over the world, observers of history, and two book friends for their rewards.

I originally planned to post this chapter at noon, but accidentally made it too big. With revisions, I like to revise it over and over again after I finish writing it. I am a bit obsessive, so I can only post it in the evening.