Chapter 26 An Indigenous Planet

Amid the busy noises, Ogedei's loud, hoarse voice on the radio was particularly eye-catching.

"Space Marines, assemble!"

War room.

All the Space Marines have taken their seats, including the new Space Marine Fu Qinghai.

Everyone was dressed neatly in power armor, 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, Ogedei, who was sitting in a wheelchair with an expressionless face, said nothing more. He slid back a little and said:

"Captain Adenauer, please explain the situation to us."

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

"Fellow warriors, this is the situation."

As he waved his fingers, a holographic projection rose in the middle of the conference table.

A blue-green planet.

"We have reached the edge of the Solar Sector, the Leather Sector. The exact coordinates have been surveyed. The Dagger still has sufficient energy, but other supplies are insufficient. The parts damaged in the previous battle cannot be completely repaired, and the damage control team is seriously short of materials."

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

"I need you to land on this planet, investigate the situation, and obtain enough supplies for the Gladius."

Ogedei slid forward a little, cleared his throat, and said:

"This planet, numbered 09-177, has the last update in the logbook: 2.756.094.M30, Expedition Fleet No. 9, Eighteenth Legion Salamanders, recaptured the world."

"But this time is too far away from us. The rebellion has occurred. None of us knows what the current situation of this planet is. So before obtaining supplies, I will send a tactical team to the surface to go to the capital city of the planet before it was recaptured, a place marked as 'Bangluojia' City, to find out the situation."

As Ogedei's fingers turned, the planet presented by the holographic projection also turned rapidly and continued to enlarge.

Finally, a horizontal projection of a city's buildings of varying heights is presented.

"The quartermaster handed the list of needed supplies to Talal. Talal will lead this operation and select the personnel. The rest of the people will stay on the warship."

Adenauer then introduced to everyone the little information available about the planet and the city, part of which came from the navigation log and part from the data from the auspex.

Finally, Ogedei concluded: "My fellow warriors, Jaghatai's Orudo, I don't know how many of you are 'Star Hunters' who joined the Legion before the Great Crusade, but I know that the bloodline of the scouts has not been lost in the inheritance of gene seeds. We are not those Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists who can only fight stupid battles. We have long been accustomed to obtaining supplies from the enemy!"

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

The soldiers responded loudly.

After Ogedei gave a brief combat speech, Fu Qinghai, who was called by Talar, also followed other soldiers to the boarding deck.

The boarding deck was still busy, with sparks from welding and oil-stained maintenance workers and servitors coming and going.

In a cleared space, a huge storm bird has been waiting for a long time.

The soldiers lined up in an orderly manner, and the huge hatch outside the deck slowly opened, revealing the true appearance of the planet.

......

Inside the Stormbird, with the turbulence and noise of passing through the atmosphere, Fu Qinghai asked Talal, who was sitting opposite him:

"Shall we just drive straight ahead like this?"

Talal smiled and said, "I know what you want to ask. The orbital defense system of this planet has failed. There is no one on the outer space station, and there is no response to our signal. Ogedei guessed that they were 'visited' by other legions."

Fu Qinghai understood. The army that visited this planet destroyed all the military facilities on it, leaving behind an almost naked planet. If the attitude of this planet was loyal, then the ones that visited it must be a fleet of a rebel legion, otherwise it must be a fleet of a loyal legion.

Soon, the storm bird slowly landed on the ground.

The Space Marines quickly filed out from the landing port behind the Stormbird.

Fu Qinghai stepped on a piece of soft and moist humus soil with his hard magnetic soles, and the dead leaves crunched under his feet.

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

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

"I can feel the air here is full of moisture even through the breathing valve."

"Zizi... Soldiers." Talal's voice sounded from the communication channel, "In order to prevent being observed by any equipment that may exist in the city, our landing site is 30 kilometers away from Bangluojia City. Now, follow me, maintain tactical formation, and set off!"

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

......

The Astartes quickly marched to a hillside on the edge of the city and could already see the vague ochre-colored 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 to look at the Space Marine on the left and made a gesture.

That means catching the tongue.

The soldier nodded and led another soldier next to him into the jungle.

Fu Qinghai and others rested on the spot.

Soon, two soldiers came to the hillside carrying a skinny old man with dark skin.

The tall Space Marine carried the old man like a chick and put him on the ground. The old man, who was dressed in tattered coat-like clothes, hugged his shoulders with his hands, looked at the small steel giants around him with trembling eyes, and his thin body trembled.

Talal took off his helmet, revealing his weather-beaten bronze face, and asked the old man in the gentlest tone possible:

"Can you understand my language?"

The old man nodded fearfully.

"Very good." Talal raised his hand and pointed to the khaki buildings in the distance, "Is that Bangluojia?"

The old man nodded again, "Ba Luo Jia." He repeated it again, but his accent was strange.

Maybe this is the correct pronunciation of this city.

After some questioning, the White Scars warriors learned that most local people did not know about the arrival of the Dagger and the Stormbird, at least the old man did not know. He was just a poor man living in the suburbs. A few months ago, a spaceship carrying the same gods and demons as Talar came to Bangroga. Not only did they kill the officials stationed by the Empire on this planet, they also created massacres in the city without reason, and then left in a hurry.

After listening to the old man's description of the appearance of the group of "Demon Soldiers", Talal raised a disdainful smile and said in a disgusted tone:

"It's those damn bats."

Fu Qinghai nodded. The Eighth Legion, the Midnight Lords, the legion's symbol is a fanged skull with bat wings.

If the White Scars were merely unruly, or if they adhered more to the cultural customs of their home planet Chogris than to Imperial rules, and were still within the scope of professional soldiers, then the Night Lords were a group of outright thugs and criminals.

His actions were cruel and horrific, and he lacked the slightest bit of military honor.

Despised by other legions.

Even before the Horus Heresy, the Night Lords had committed several horrific massacres. The Primarch Konrad Curze was asked to go to Terra to answer the accusations and stand trial, but the Horus Heresy broke out before he arrived on Terra, and the Night Lord Konrad Curze took the opportunity to rebel.

The question now is whether the Night Lords are committing carnage out of habit and tyranny, or whether they have fallen into the arms of Khorne and are committing carnage in order to sacrifice and please the evil god.

If it is the latter, then the situation in Bangluojia becomes a bit complicated.

Fu Qinghai shook his head. It shouldn't be the latter. If it was a demon ascension or a sacrifice, not to mention this city, there would probably not be a single living person left on this planet, and he would not have met the old man in front of him.

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

After that, the planet immediately split into a pattern of power divided by multiple local warlords of varying sizes.

From the royal family of the previous dynasty that had been overthrown by the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet long ago, some people who were said to be descendants of the royal bloodline also emerged. These people occupied the planet's capital, Bangroga City.

Upon hearing that the Night Lords had left and that a group of natives had occupied the city, Talal smacked his lips in dismay and said to the Astartes around him:

"Let's go, full speed ahead, the target is the building marked on the map, and you are not allowed to open fire until you receive my order."

The Astartes put their bolters on their waists and ran down the hillside at full speed.

The poor old man was left there. With the Space Marines' rapid marching speed, by the time 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 Marines remained calm and composed. After the communication channel was reopened, they even had the leisure to chat in the channel.

Albuslang looked at the khaki buildings in the distance, the exotic round spires and colorful shining glass, and said:

"It can be seen that this planet has not been recaptured for a long time. At least their cities have not yet been transformed into hive cities. Not completely transformed into hive cities."

A soldier beside him said, "You know, hundreds of years ago, my biggest worry was that Chogris would become a damned hive city."

His voice sounded muffled, and was accompanied by heavy footsteps, as if a colossus was stomping on the ground.

Another soldier said disdainfully while running: "Come on, Aaron, if you have time to talk nonsense here, why don't you think about how to move your legs faster? We are running so slowly now because of you."

The warrior named Aaron was immediately furious, and yelled, "Fuck, try putting on this armor! I say, you are not jealous that I can wear the Terminator armor, are you?"

"Funny Mud Pee..."

The White Scars team that landed on the planet was a standard tactical team. Although small in size, it had all the necessary facilities.

Among the six people, there were two jump pack pilots equipped with jet packs. The power packs on their backs were a whole circle larger than Fu Qinghai's. The two specially shaped thick exhaust ports were even more exaggeratedly large, extending downward to form twin-engine nozzles like the turbofan nozzles of fighter jets in previous lives.

In addition, it is equipped with a Terminator Astartes wearing Terminator tactical dreadnought armor.

Aaron is equipped with the first generation of tactical dreadnought armor, whose symbol is a helmet shape that resembles a canine. The armor has thicker ceramic steel plates than ordinary power armor, a more complex electronic muscle bundle network, and a skeleton made of adamantine. He is much taller and wider than an ordinary Space Marine.

This type of armor, which sacrifices flexibility and speed, is designed for close combat and sieges, and is designed to deal with more powerful battlefield firepower.

If they put aside the bulky Terminator, Fu Qinghai's team could move forward at a faster speed.

At the edge of the city in the distance, on top of a tall spire, a soldier in a robe holding a rifle pulled his companion beside him, pointed at the yellow smoke rising in the distance, and asked:

"What do you think that is?"

The companion turned around, horrified, and rushed into the room, shouting into the microphone:

"Warning, an armored vehicle is approaching us. It's not a wheeled vehicle, it's... a humanoid armored vehicle. Oh my God, it's those demons. They're back again!"

After a few minutes of moving at full speed, Fu Qinghai could vaguely see the outline of the city wall in the distance. With a thought, the built-in image compensation system in the helmet started up, and the scene in front of him instantly zoomed in and became clear - an ancient brick and stone city wall that had been temporarily reinforced with steel. The gate was slowly closing, and some simple roadblocks were also being set up.

"Talar..." Fu Qinghai reminded in a deep voice.

"I saw it." Talal responded calmly, and then arranged: "Terminator, rush forward, open the door for me, jump the pack and fly the soldiers to the two wings, don't open fire yet."

As the Astartes quickly approached the city gate, a few scattered bullets hit the ground in front, ricocheting off the ceramic steel plates.

Rather than an attack, it might be more of a warning.

Bullets of this caliber would hardly ricochet or even leave a mark on the ceramic steel shield even if they were shot directly at close range. The Space Marines ignored them and continued moving forward at full speed.

When approaching the city gate, the formation dispersed, and the lagging Terminator strode forward with heavy steps. The huge and ferocious power glove on his right hand flashed with a faint blue arc, which was the fission field generator starting to work.

Then he raised his arm and swung it out, smashing a straight punch into the thick concrete city gate.

"Bang——"

Smoke and dust filled the air, and rubble flew everywhere. The powerful Terminator didn't slow down or stagnate at all, and crashed into the city gate through the gap created.

The simple roadblocks had already been trampled and knocked open, and the team members following behind quickly followed and entered the city gate through the large hole knocked open by the Terminator armor.

Behind the city gate is a wide cobblestone street. The entire city spreads out along the gentle hillside. There is no need for a map. Along the wide central avenue, Fu Qinghai looked up and saw the target building in the distance.

At the farthest end of the road, which is also the highest point in the city, there is a tall building that is out of tune with the surrounding ochre-colored exotic style. It is a strange building that mixes Gothic aesthetics with industrial modern style. It is said to be the work of a famous architect from the Imperial Expedition.

The Human Empire's planetary governor's office.

The Astartes continued to run towards the Governor's Palace. Strangely, this bustling street in the capital of the country was deserted. The wide streets were empty, with only three or two passers-by hiding in the houses in panic, revealing a pair of frightened eyes through the windows.

Are people hiding, or?

... Fu Qinghai's heart sank. The killings caused by the Night Lords might be more than he imagined.

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

Along the way, they saw soldiers in robes constantly gathering towards the Governor's Palace, but Talar and others ignored them. It was easy for Space Marines to destroy a city, but it was difficult to control a city, especially when there were only six people in the tactical team.

It would be better to centralize them so that they can be caught in one fell swoop.

The majestic Governor's Palace was right in front of them. Two jump pack soldiers quickly moved to both sides, bent their knees and sank their legs. The jet packs behind them burst into a roar. In an instant, raging flames spurted out along with the air flow. The two soldiers ejected into the air, flying high into the sky. One of them landed steadily on the roof balcony, and the other directly smashed the glass window and rushed into the top floor room.

Fu Qinghai and others also drew their guns and followed the Terminator onto the smooth and bright marble steps.

The Terminator walking in the front tore open the beautifully decorated glass door. Before they could see the scene inside, the tactical team was greeted by a storm of lasers and artillery shells.

The super reaction ability granted by the Astartes transformation surgery allowed Fu Qinghai, Talal and others to dodge to the sides the moment they entered the hall, causing a bunch of shells to miss.

Only Aaron, wearing tactical dreadnought armor, still stood in the center of the gate, enduring the violent attack. The warheads of the automatic cannon ricocheted golden lines of fire on his solid ceramic steel armor, and he simply raised his arms to block his helmet.

In the center of the hall, in two apparently makeshift shelters, two large-caliber automatic cannons were pouring fire at the Astartes, operated by mortal soldiers with faces full of fear and panic.

"Fire!" Talar gave the order without hesitation. He was never a soft-hearted person, especially since other people's automatic cannons were pointed at his face.

At such a close distance, Albuslang and Fu Qinghai silenced the two automatic cannons with just two shots. The powerful explosive bombs turned the enemy's gun barrels into a ball of charred and twisted metal, and the gunners became a pool of flesh and blood stuck on the metal.

A large number of mortal soldiers poured out from behind the doors of each room. They shouted loudly and panickily in an unintelligible language. There was neither courage nor fighting spirit on their faces, only fear. They used the weapons in their hands to attack the tactical team in a disorderly manner.

Fu Qinghai noticed that they were holding the standard laser guns of the Empire's mortal army, including the two automatic cannons that had just been scrapped, which were also active weapons of the Empire's army.

The scarlet light of the laser gun hit the power armor, leaving only a charred mark, and was unable to penetrate it at all. With such a small power, it is no wonder that the laser guns of the Empire's mortal army are nicknamed "flashlights", Fu Qinghai thought.

Talal did not open fire, but raised one arm to stop the attack. The loudspeaker on the neck of his armor issued his voice:

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

But it was no use. The soldiers fell into great fear and just kept pulling the trigger, as if they couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

A laser beam hit Talal's helmet directly, causing his senses to be overwhelmed by a burst of static and a cloud of snow in his goggles.

"Damn it." Talal didn't need to aim. He just raised his hand and shot the soldiers down with a few shots based on his memory. "Make them quiet down!"

Fu Qinghai and Albuslang fired continuously, and in the yellow cross flames that burst out from the muzzles of the grenade launchers, the soldiers were knocked down instantly, and the scene finally quieted down.

Even if they had replaced their weapons with less powerful subsonic bullets, it would still be difficult for an unarmored person to breathe after being hit by a grenade launcher. Talal 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 meet on the top floor in 10 minutes."

Everyone dispersed and searched the rooms one by one.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Fu Qinghai stepped over a tattered corpse, the owner of the corpse still had an expression of fear on his face before death.

Even the threat of death couldn't stop their fear. What on earth were they afraid of... Fu Qinghai thought silently in his heart.

There were only sporadic resistance left in the entire Governor's Palace. The Astartes stopped killing and quickly swept through the entire building.

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

Talar stood in front of the large oak desk that had belonged to the planetary governor, but now it was empty.

Talal placed his helmet on the table. He looked around at the warriors who had gained nothing and asked:

"Have you found the person in charge?"

The soldiers shook their heads.

Talal's orders were to capture someone who looked like the ruler of the city, but Fu Qinghai only saw soldiers in the building.

"Talar." A voice came from outside the door, and Albuslan 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 are in the palace behind the mountain."

The fat black man who was thrown to the ground crawled on the ground and cried bitterly, shouting: "Don't kill me... Don't kill me..."

"Prime Minister? Princess?" Talar frowned.

"It may be the so-called restoration force of the previous dynasty." A soldier reminded.

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

"Well... no rush." ​​Talal said noncommittally, "Qingshan."

Talal turned to look at Fu Qinghai and pointed his finger at a Thinker system that had stopped working beside the oak table.

Fu Qinghai understood, took off his helmet, and half-knelt in front of the machine.

Talal picked up the helmet on the table and put it on. He said, "Everyone else, let's go. Let's go meet the so-called chancellor and see where the gap between him and Malcador lies."

The soldiers chuckled.

Malcador the Sceptre is the Chancellor of the Empire of Man, the second in command of the Empire, and the third most powerful psyker in the entire Empire after the Emperor and Magnus the Red.

Fu Qinghai thought that he dared to make fun of the prime minister of the empire. When leading the troops, Talar was not as strict and rigorous as when he was Ogedei's deputy.

After everyone left, Fu Qinghai was still tinkering with the Thinker system in the office. After a failed attempt to start it, he opened the outer casing of the Thinker system. A familiar smell of engine oil mixed with preservatives hit him in the face. Fu Qinghai skillfully rummaged through the thick black pipes inside the machine with his hands.

The Thinker System is not a purely mechanical computer. The processor inside the Thinker System is a human brain that has undergone special treatments such as anti-corrosion. It is a real "brain in a vat".

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

During his studies with Master Quinto, Fu Qinghai was no longer unfamiliar with this imperial standard computer.

After a while, the machine started up and the imperial eagle emblem 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, White Scar knew too little about this planet. When Fu Qinghai saw a document titled "09-177 Moradigan Governance Memorandum", he opened it and quickly browsed through it, and understood it.

The local name of this planet is Moradigan, a world whose military technology has just reached the level of bolt-action rifles. The dynasty that rules it is also called Moradigan. The royal family of this dynasty is called the Feoris Family. Because they refused to submit to the Human Empire, they were destroyed by the No. 09 Expedition Fleet.

It is said that some royal family members are scattered among the people. These so-called "exiled royal family members" have created some insignificant ruling costs for the imperial governor.

After Fu Qinghai checked the box, he began to search the governor's office. The cabinets and drawers were all empty, and it seemed that they had been ransacked long ago.

After finishing his work here, Fu Qinghai quickly rushed to the palace behind the mountain according to the information left by Talar.

The light yellow magnificent building in front of you is sandwiched between two mountains. It has tall stone pillars that are several people thick. The roof is a round spire commonly seen in the city, with a mix of ancient Greek and Arabic styles.

Fu Qinghai stepped into the palace. The spacious space was brightly lit, with a high dome, intricate murals, and layers of thin jute curtains fluttering in the breeze.

In the middle of the hall, the White Scars' Space Marines had already controlled some people who looked like officials in gorgeous clothes. Surrounded by the Space Marines was a white-haired old man in a white floor-length robe, who looked very similar to Plato in "The School of Athens".

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

Hearing the voice, Talal turned to look at Fu Qinghai and asked, "Is it done?"

Fu Qinghai nodded and said, "We have what we want and the location is clear, but we don't know how much is left after the traitors have looted it."

Talal turned around, took off his helmet, revealed his face, looked at the old man in front of him who was only as tall as his chest, and said sincerely:

"I'll 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 people on the planet, as long as you are willing to cooperate with us."

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

Talal waved his arms helplessly and said, "That was a forced counterattack. You attacked us first. Okay, listen to me..."

Fu Qinghai 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 walls.

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

Unlike the empire's preference for thick, opaque velvet, the locals seem to prefer using thin, semi-transparent linen fabrics as curtains.

Fu Qinghai was admiring it when he suddenly saw through a light red linen curtain that the stone bricks behind it had retracted, revealing a black gun barrel and the face of a hooded woman.

Fu Qinghai's pupils shrank suddenly!

He didn't need ballistics analysis to know who she was aiming at. Talal was the only Astarte who didn't wear a helmet!

The moment he saw the gun barrel, Fu Qinghai's hand subconsciously reached for his waist to draw his gun, but it was too late. Time slowed down at this moment. Fu Qinghai clearly saw the yellow flame bursting out of the muzzle. He seemed to see Talal's head being smashed like a watermelon, bursting into several pieces of bloody red pulp.

"Bang!"

"bite!"

The imagined head explosion did not happen. Talal stood there without turning his head. He just raised his arm and blocked his head with his palm. The bullet hit Talal's black gauntlet, produced a small cluster of sparks, and then bounced off.

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief. The backward weapons of this planet failed to penetrate the Space Marine's gauntlet. Seeing that the attack missed, the attacker immediately retracted the gun barrel and disappeared from the hole in the wall.

Talal, who was pretending to be a little bit cool, had a blank expression on his face and turned to look at Fu Qinghai.

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

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

Fu Qinghai, who thought he had the situation under control and had escaped from the battlefield, was distracted by admiring the exotic decorations in the palace.

Little do we know that once we step onto the battlefield, we must never let our guard down.

Learned another lesson today.

Watching Fu Qinghai enter the dim corridor, Talal lowered his head and looked 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, as if he understood something, the old man slowly opened his eyes and whispered:

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

Talal nodded and said, "Don't worry, if she is really that princess, Qingshan will know what's going on."

But after thinking about it, just in case, Talal opened the communication channel and whispered:

"Qingshan, the assassin may be the princess they call her. I want her alive."

"Got it." The voice that Fu Qinghai sent back was accompanied by some crackling sound of electricity, but at least it was received.

Entering the dim corridor, Fu Qinghai gradually slowed down his pace. Ignoring the two maids who were fleeing in panic, he put his ear against the wall and listened.

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

Inside was an even darker passage, with secret paths extending in all directions and no one knew where they led.

Fu Qinghai could only roughly determine the direction in which the woman fled. In such a huge palace, he didn't know which secret passage she was in.

But he was not in a hurry at all. He continued to run, listen carefully, and bump into the wall.

Fu Qinghai did not follow the complicated secret passage at all, but just walked in the direction he remembered, kicking every door he encountered and ramming every wall he encountered. He broke countless stone walls and deliberately created a loud noise that echoed in the winding secret passage.

Finally, after he broke through another stone wall, he faintly heard a low cry of suppressed fear and trembling.

Fu Qinghai smiled and ran in the direction of the sound. Then, in the dark corridor where nothing could be seen, he heard hurried and hurried footsteps and a woman's scream...

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

"Create fear and use fear to force those in the darkness out." A sigh came from my ear.

At some point, an Astartes carrying a jet pack stood next to Fu Qinghai.

"You know, Qingshan, your methods are very similar to those of the Night Lord."

"Really?" Fu Qinghai shrugged, noncommittal. "The people in this city are already frightened. Why don't I take advantage of this? The means are not important, the result is important, isn't it, Humar?"

After saying that, Fu Qinghai pushed open the glass window and jumped down from the second floor.

The flying soldier behind him muttered to himself: "Albus Lang's evaluation of you is indeed correct, a cunning and unscrupulous warrior."

After a while, Fu Qinghai came back carrying a woman in one hand.

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

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

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

It seems that the exiled royal family is not having an easy time either... Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

He looked forward and responded calmly: "If you are so afraid of death, why do you have the courage to shoot our commander?"

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

"Because you massacred our people. We had already submitted to your rule, but you still tortured them and used cruel punishments for fun, not even sparing the elderly and children!"

Her eyes were filled with fear, and within that fear was humiliation and unwillingness. Combined with her pitiful gray-blue eyes, she looked so pitiful.

You were so afraid of death just now, why are you suddenly so bitter and resentful now?

Fu Qinghai felt that this change was a little abrupt, but he didn't think much about it and just explained:

"I said that we are not in the same group as the previous group. Believe it or not, they even killed the governor we sent."

He handed the woman in his hand to the jumping soldier who was waiting at the back of the hall.

The passage in the palace had been smashed beyond recognition by Fu Qinghai. The flying soldier picked up the woman and activated the jet pack directly, flying over the high roof of the palace.

Fu Qinghai walked leisurely into the palace where he had smashed the rubble into pieces.

He knew that it would take a lot of effort to use the princess to force the old man to cooperate with the Astartes in collecting supplies, so he was not in a hurry to go over.

Before I knew it, I had walked into a large room. The heavy wooden door was open, and the room was covered with carpets and layers of gauze-like curtains. Behind the curtains was a large bed.

The faint fragrance in the air drifted into Fu Qinghai's nose through the filter of the breathing valve. Fu Qinghai looked at the exquisite and gorgeous dressing table and various wardrobes in front of him, wondering if this could be the boudoir of the "princess".

Fu Qinghai casually opened a drawer under the dressing table.

Inside was a pile of women's underwear of various styles, made of gauze, cotton, linen... accompanied by a faint smell of soap, and the designs were quite varied.

Well...

Fu Qinghai pushed the drawer back without changing his expression.

Not knowing what was going on with his mentality, Fu Qinghai opened another drawer.

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

There was something lying quietly in the drawer.

Something that definitely shouldn't be here.

A Swiss Army knife.

......

(End of this chapter)