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Chapter 33 Ritual Occasion

Fu Qinghai went back to his personal rest cabin and packed up briefly. He had almost no personal belongings. Then he went to the laboratory in the lower cabin to pick up some of his DIY crafts and said goodbye to Master Quinto.

During this period, Fu Qinghai proposed to take away several books left over from the Dark Ages by Master Quinto, but was decisively rejected by the master.

Tsk, if you don't want to bring it, then don't bring it. I have already recorded the whole text in my mind. Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

Thanks to the semi-computer properties of the electronic brain "Tony Stark's Electronic Soul Backup", when Fu Qinghai deliberately wants to remember something, he can almost remember it by heart.

The speed of memory is comparable to scanning.

Tony Stark in the 17% electronic soul state may not be as good as the real Tony Stark in terms of inspiration, talent, creativity, etc., but there are some computer-specific functions and features that Tony Stark himself probably does not possess, scanning memory speed and database-like memory ability are one of them.

Fu Qinghai came here mainly to clean, maintain and repair his beloved MK4 extreme power armor.

These daily maintenance tasks can be completed by ordinary Space Marines, and Fu Qinghai, a technical sergeant, can do it even more efficiently and quickly.

After being repainted, the power armor looks brand new, with bone white as the main color and red trim. The helmet has been repaired. Fu Qinghai put on the helmet and stepped into the cabin of the Stormbird with a heroic and proud look.

Then he was pulled down by Ogedei.

Ogedei pulled Fu Qinghai aside, asked him to half squat, and whispered in his ear:

"Qingshan, I don't want you to stay on the Sosaland forever. You'll be back soon."

Fu Qinghai was confused and thought, didn't you ask me to go over?

"Do you think I don't want you to go to Mars? Do you think I don't want you to participate in this glorious battle because you are a rookie?"

"Uh..." Fu Qinghai wanted to say, "Old Wo, you misunderstood me. I would be happier if I could not go and die."

"How could that be? You are the most talented technical sergeant I have ever seen. Of course, I have been in the White Scars for a long time and have not seen many technical sergeants, but you really amaze me. We will not abandon you."

You're too kind. Why don't you just leave me behind... Fu Qinghai, Fu Qinghai, you really have forgotten the principle of keeping a low profile in the workplace.

"You have another mission this time. I didn't tell you just now."

"What mission?"

"The ammunition supply on the Gladius has always been insufficient. We only replenished some damage control supplies in Moradigan. We lack heavy weapons and a lot of firepower equipment. Plasma weapons, melta weapons, armor-piercing grenades, fragmentation grenades, etc. ... and the Ultramarines are famous for being rich."

The look Fu Qinghai gave Ogedei said: You don't mean to…

Facing Fu Qinghai's questioning eyes, Ogedei said bluntly: "That's right, you should find a way to get some back for us. Don't steal. That kind of behavior is not in line with the honor of a Chogris warrior."

"So what do I do?"

"You figure it out. I believe you can do it. You've never let me down."

Fu Qinghai stepped onto the cabin of the Stormbird with a speechless expression on his face.

Fu Qinghai also wanted plasma weapons and hot-melt weapons. In fact, he knew the technical principles and manufacturing methods of these weapons, but a good cook cannot cook without rice. Master Quinto was a biological sage, and his laboratory was filled with various living tissue materials. With limited materials and production lines, it was impossible for Fu Qinghai to make a plasma cannon with his bare hands.

He is not a green-skinned man who can turn garbage into weapons by just thinking "I thought". The manufacture of weapons still requires scientific principles.

Soon, the Stormbird arrived at the boarding deck of the Sothalan Moon-class cruiser.

The cabin slowly opened, and the Ultramarines' legion guard of honor was already lined up on both sides. They were fully armored, holding flags and other ceremonial objects, and their military formation was solemn and meticulous.

A guard of honor can also be formed, so there will be no shortage of Space Marines on this cruiser.

The Ultramarines still gave enough respect to the White Scars, a small and isolated army.

Standing between the two rows of Extreme Warriors to greet Fu Qinghai and others was a Space Marine wearing gorgeous and finely crafted power armor.

On the visor of his helmet was a dark gold wing pattern, the crown on top of the helmet was a dark gold vertical horsehair pattern, on the shoulder armor was a metal relief decoration of an eagle, and behind him was a long moon-white cloak.

"The Ever-Victorious Army." Talar whispered in Fu Qinghai's ear.

"What is that?" Fu Qinghai asked in a low voice.

"The personal guard of the Primarch Roboute Guilliman, the honor guard of the Thirteenth Legion. You can compare it to the Kexue Guard of our White Scars. However, in addition to their outstanding combat skills, every member of the Ever-Victorious Army is proficient in governance and management, and is an excellent leader. He is wearing the power armor of the Ever-Victorious Army, which means that he once served as the personal guard of Roboute Guilliman or the Fourth Princess."

Fu Qinghai understood that the Ever-Victorious Army was equivalent to the management trainees of the Extreme Marines Legion.

The Jin Qiexue are the honor guard of the White Scars Legion and also the personal guard of Chagatai Khan. Unlike the Ever-Victorious Army who are all masters of business management, the Jin Qiexue are also equipped with a powerful jet motorcycle as standard. They are all invincible cavalry as powerful as a storm.

Stepping down from the cabin, Fu Qinghai stood in the middle, with Talal and Aaron in Terminator armor walking on both sides of him. Behind them were several mechanical servants carrying a large box, which contained Fu Qinghai's DIY handicrafts.

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet first and placed it at his side.

The commander on the opposite side also took off his helmet. He was a little surprised when he saw Fu Qinghai's young face, but he immediately concealed it well.

He was a middle-aged man with a resolute face, short blond hair, indifferent eyes, pursed lips, and a serious look.

He opened his arms and said loudly: "Welcome to the Sotharan, warriors of the Khan."

Fu Qinghai bowed his head and clenched his fist to salute, and said loudly: "I pay my respects to you, respected commander."

The Ultramarines paid great attention to social etiquette and courtesy, worthy of being the noble elites from the prosperous Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. This was the first impression that the Thirteenth Legion gave Fu Qinghai.

The leading soldier is so young... This was the first impression Fu Qinghai gave to the commander of the Sosarlan.

The Ultramarines' legion logo is an inverted "Ω" symbol, so they are also called "U Corps", "Toilet Seat", etc. The main color of the legion's paint is dark blue, so they also have nicknames such as Smurfs and Blue Dad.

The welcoming ceremony was solemn but brief, and soon the soldiers who temporarily served as the guard of honor returned to their respective posts.

"I am the commander of the Sotharan, Captain, Set Vlahos. You can just call me Vlahos."

"Hello, Commander. This is my name."

"The war situation in the Leather sector is tense, and the Sotharan is always on standby. We are unable to arrange a banquet for you. I hope you don't mind a simple welcome ceremony."

Vlahos spoke very politely.

"You are too polite. We are flattered by your ceremony. Our Primarch, Chagatai Khan, is also a generous and unrestrained person. I believe we have inherited these advantages from him."

Fu Qinghai's answer was equally flawless.

"Captain Ogedei and I have already had sufficient discussions. We can sail together before reaching the edge of the solar system. In the following period of time, I hope that the three of you can stay on the Sosarlan and act together with my warriors."

After being polite, Vlahos put forward his request directly.

"I'm sorry, Captain Vlahos. During the battle, all combatants on the Dagger will be under your unified command. However, my two colleagues need to return to the Dagger. Only I will stay."

Fu Qinghai remembered the instructions given to him by Ogedei before departure. The old man had long guessed that the Extreme Warriors would definitely bargain for something.

The word Fu Qinghai used in his speech was "combatants". The Sosaran did not know that there was a biological sage Master Quinto hidden on the Dagger. If Vlahos knew about it, then Master Quinto would obviously not be considered a "combatant".

"Okay, as you wish." Vlahos shrugged, but didn't force it.

"My aide-de-camp will take you on a tour of the Sotharan. Time is running out, so we won't stay here for long. We will set sail later."

"OK."

Talal and Aaron returned to the Dagger frigate, while Fu Qinghai stayed.

Vlahos's aide-de-camp is a mortal who is undergoing transformation. His height and body shape have obviously surpassed those of ordinary humans, but he is still not as tall as a Space Marine. The aide-de-camp's uniform is a little tight on him.

The regular transformation surgery process for Space Marines is not completed overnight. It is normal for a Space Marine to undergo transformation while serving like this aide.

The aide-de-camp led Fu Qinghai through the spacious corridors, towering domes, an auditorium and a banquet hall, and told him in a vivid and moving manner that the murals, flags and weapons hanging on the walls of the corridors and halls represented which glorious battles and heroes of the Ultramarines.

Fu Qinghai followed the attendant around the tall and smooth marble columns, admiring with interest the Ultramar style oil paintings and reliefs that were completely different from the Chogris style.

The human warships in the Warhammer 40K world are very distinctive. Just like the War Titans and power armor inside them, they are not just combat vehicles, but also a platform to show the powerful image of the Human Empire to the enemies. Different from the simple and practical spaceship decoration style in other science fiction IPs, the interior decoration style of the Human Empire's warships is extremely luxurious and gorgeous.

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

The battleships of the 30K era were essentially palaces equipped with lance macro cannons and plasma thrusters.

In the 40K era when religious superstition prevailed, even if the palace was replaced by a church, the flavor remained the same.

After visiting the warship, Fu Qinghai returned to the personal cabin arranged for him on the Sothalan, which was of the same standard as the Dagger frigate, with a rest cabin + weapons room.

The box that Fu Qinghai brought has been placed in the weapons room.

Sitting on the bed in the rest cabin, he could vaguely feel the low roar and trembling of the battleship's engine coming from deep within the battleship. Fu Qinghai knew that because he was a noble and powerful Astartes monk, he could have an independent and spacious rest cabin, and could appreciate and judge classical Gothic art in the exquisite and magnificent halls and corridors. However, this huge battleship could not be driven and operated by artistic decorations. Inside the battleship, in the complex pipes like a spider web, countless servitors and laborers endured the stuffy and cramped environment, working busily like ants.

Some people ask why, with such advanced technology in the future, more people are needed to drive a space battleship.

This is also a major feature of the Warhammer 40K universe. Simply put, based on the fear of Tzeentch and artificial intelligence, the number of warships in the 40K period is even greater because a lot of ancient technology was lost in the war.

Fu Qinghai opened the box he brought with him. In addition to his oversized composite bolter equipped with a flamethrower and a drum magazine, there was also a huge mechanical octopus tentacle-like thing lying in the box.

This is actually a multifunctional maintenance equipment integrated device tailored by Fu Qinghai for himself. The inspiration comes from Master Quinto's transformation of his own body. The technical priest replaced his limbs and even internal organs with various synthetic synapses and mechanical tentacles, which greatly improved the work efficiency of the laboratory.

Fu Qinghai has always been troubled by the fact that as a technical sergeant he does not have a special power armor for technical sergeants that matches his identity, so he dismantled some experimental tools in Master Quinto's laboratory, and used the knowledge and abilities bestowed by Tony Stark's electronic soul backup to integrate them into a mechanical arm.

This servo-robot arm, which integrates a plasma cutter, power pliers, welding torch and precision mechanical tentacles, is also an original part stripped from one of Master Quinto's instruments.

Master Quinto: MMP.

By installing this servo arm on the power backpack on the back of the power armor, it can barely perform the duties of a battlefield repairman.

Fu Qinghai named it "Qingshan 1.0 Battlefield Multi-functional Servo Arm".

This is a lightweight, foldable, detachable and portable power armor accessory. Fu Qinghai thinks it is better than the standard technical sergeant servo arm. It incorporates the White Scars' tactical concept of focusing on speed. Normal technical sergeants are relatively bulky when moving on the battlefield. They have several servo arms and giant equipment with different functions behind them, and they also lead a small group of technical slaves.

Fu Qinghai's other two works in the Warhammer 40K universe, the electric lance that paralyzed Ogedei is a disposable item and has no name, while the composite bolter is also not named because Fu Qinghai feels that the technical content is not high and can only be regarded as a high-powered toy.

This servo arm is the first work officially named by Fu Qinghai.

Just as Fu Qinghai was carefully examining his new work, a heated debate was unfolding on the bridge of the Sothalan.

An hour ago, the Void Auspicious Observer discovered three transport ships belonging to the Word Bearers. Those three transport ships also discovered the Sotharan, so they immediately hid towards the nearest planet and landed on a desolate planet, hidden between the mountains and canyon rifts, and their whereabouts are unknown.

The Moon-class cruiser is a standard space battleship. Its construction process and service operation are all carried out in a void environment. Although its firepower, armor, and speed are far superior to the Word Bearers' transport ships, it does not have the ability to navigate in the atmosphere or land on the surface of a planet. Therefore, the Sothalan could only watch as the three transport ships with atmospheric take-off and landing capabilities fled to the surface and hid.

"This is obviously a trap!" an Ultramarines officer muttered loudly.

"Three transport ships without warship escorts just happened to appear on our route and collided with us. Now they have found an uninhabited planet to make an emergency landing."

"Even this desolate planet... let me see what it's called, Planet Loswell 7. It's very likely that this is the battlefield that the traitors set up for us." Someone added.

Another non-commissioned officer said dissatisfiedly: "Are you trying to say that we watched three Word Bearers ships right under our noses and pretended not to see them?"

"Have you forgotten Calth and the civilians who died in Ultramar?" he demanded loudly.

"But we really shouldn't fight on the battlefield set by the enemy."

"What do you mean, orbital bombardment? With just one cruiser, you're going to cover the entire surface of the planet?"

"That's better than sending the soldiers to their deaths in the enemy's trap!"

"Captain Vlahos, we can't let hatred get the better of us. This could very well be a conspiracy."

"Then do you have a better idea?"

Seth Vlahos listened to the argument of his subordinates in silence. He stared at the holographic projection of the planet Loswell 7 on the table, but what came to his mind was a sentence that the Primarch Robert Guilliman often said to his guards:

"At all times, you must remain rational and not let anger cloud your mind."

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Quiet, everyone. Our route was not reported to anyone except the Primarch, so the enemy couldn't have known it in advance. Moreover, we temporarily changed our destination to investigate a merchant ship, so it's unlikely that this is a trap."

"It's true that our orbital bombardment cannot cover the entire planet, but we can't ignore these three ships."

"Look, this is the area where the transport ship's beacon disappeared. Can the spaceship that landed on the ground still run away? No matter how many traps they set, they can't go beyond this area."

Vlahos looked up at his subordinates and said, "No matter what is in their transport ships, even if they are three empty ships, pure bait, as long as we find and destroy these three ships, will the Word Bearers on this desolate planet walk to Terra?"

His question made the officers grin and slightly eased the tense atmosphere.

Then, Vlahos said, "We will disperse and infiltrate this area according to the size of the team through the Thunderhawk gunships. We will keep in touch with the space orbit at all times. Follow-up troops will be airdropped at any time according to the battlefield situation. Our warships are an advantage. After finding the enemy, if we cannot attack by force, we will immediately call for orbital strike support. Don't force it. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The team leaders responded loudly.

"Okay, next I will arrange the responsible areas for each team and assign spearhead troops and reserve troops."

At this point, Set Vlahos suddenly thought of something and turned to one of the sergeants and said, "Gult, bring the White Scars soldier with you as a reserve force to prepare for the orbital airdrop."

"Yes, sir."

Vlahos said calmly, "If this planet is a trap, then the White Scar frigate that appeared out of nowhere and broke away from the fleet's operations may also be a trap. We will know if it is a trap or not after we give it a try."

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(End of this chapter)