Chapter 59: Peerless Mowing

On the boarding deck of the Sotharan, Fu Qinghai watched the Ultramarines change into their uniforms, carrying boarding shields and various types of pistols, and thought that if Ogedei saw this scene of wealth and grandeur, he would be jealous to death.

The Terminator tactical dreadnought armors in each Ultramarines squad came out one after another, reorganized into spearhead assault squads.

Many legions like to collect and use Terminator armor.

At this time, heavy footsteps were heard not far away.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and saw that four Astartes in bone-white armor with red edges were walking towards him.

One of them was even wearing Terminator armor.

Fu Qinghai came forward with a look of surprise and asked,

"You guys are here too?"

The leading warrior took off his helmet. It was Humar. He smiled and said to Fu Qinghai:

"Ogedei asked us to accept your command. Congratulations, Qingshan, you have been promoted to captain. Salute to you, Qingshan Nayan Khan!"

Humar smiled and saluted with his fist.

"Ah?" Fu Qinghai asked in confusion:

"Why is it so sudden? No one informed me before."

"If Ogedei says you can, then you can. You can paint the captain's badge on your shoulder armor later."

"Uh, don't we need to report to the Munitions Department and the Primarch?"

Although he was happy about the promotion, Fu Qinghai was still worried that Ogedei would make fun of him.

This old bitch is capable of such a thing.

Humar said: "Ogedei guessed you would say that. His original words are - it won't be too late to report if you can return to Terra alive."

Well, this answer can be described as very "optimistic".

Aaron, wearing the Terminator armor, said in a muffled voice:

"Qingshan, Ogedei asked me to give you this set of armor and then let you charge forward."

Fu Qinghai was stunned for a moment, then he understood what they meant.

In narrow and complex terrain like a battleship boarding battle, no boarding shield is as effective as Terminator armor.

But Fu Qinghai still shook his head, pointed to the mechanical servo arm on the power backpack, and said:

"No, Aaron, I need this more."

Fu Qinghai knows very well what the biggest difference between himself and other space warriors is——

He has an electronic backup of Iron Man's soul in his head.

This advantage can only be realized through the identity of a technical sergeant. If he wears the Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Armor, he will be no different from other Astartes.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Aaron didn't care.

…

Fu Qinghai led the White Scars warriors onto a Stormbird.

The first batch of Terminators riding on boarding torpedoes have already set off, followed closely by Fu Qinghai and others.

The huge transport boat emerged from the boarding port and headed straight for the big black metal potato.

Fu Qinghai stood next to the driver and saw from afar that several torpedoes had been inserted into the surface of the space ship.

Fu Qinghai patted the driver on the shoulder, pointed to a spot next to the circular pit, and said:

"There, there's a hole, and that's where we landed."

We didn't dare get too close to the deep pit, as there was a constant gravitational force there that could pull the warships, and the torpedoes and transport boats would likely lose control if they got close.

Fu Qinghai was not the kind of person who would follow others around to clean up the battlefield. He chose another landing site, which was neither too far nor too close to the other boarding teams, so they could also provide support to each other.

"Yes, sir."

The driver was also an extreme warrior. He operated this huge transport boat skillfully, approached the space hulk, pulled up the boat, and hovered on the surface of the space hull.

The belly of the Stormbird opened, and led by Fu Qinghai, five White Scar warriors floated out from the belly one by one.

The Astartes were well acquainted with how to move in the gravity-free space.

Fu Qinghai used his mind to control the spherical exhaust ports on both sides of the power backpack, gently spraying out gas, pushing himself closer to the space wreck.

The five people followed the dark hole and entered the interior of the wrecked space ship.

A hatch was cut open with a welding torch, and several people crawled into the complex passage.

The twisted and narrow passage was pitch black.

All that could be seen was the scarlet glow from the visor of the Astartes' helmet.

They walked through the corridors in silence.

Cold and solemn.

Fu Qinghai doesn't like to alert the enemy, nor does he like the feeling of being in the light while the enemy is in the dark, so he asks the team members not to turn on the lights, but to use the night vision mode of the helmets.

"Qingshan." Humar suddenly reminded in the communication channel:

"There's air here."

Fu Qinghai stopped and looked around. It was still dark and messy, but the reading on the breathing valve of his helmet showed that there was breathable air here.

Fu Qinghai gently took off his helmet and took a deep breath.

"There is indeed air." Fu Qinghai said, "I can also smell the stench of the oxygen generator. We are close to the area where the enemy is. Prepare to fight."

Not only air, but also a gravity simulator.

At this moment, Fu Qinghai could step steadily on the metal floor without activating the magnetic shoes under his feet.

Fu Qinghai put his helmet back on, tightened the Chogris-style round battle shield fixed on his left arm armor, activated the shield's micro-protective force field, drew out his power sword, slowed down his pace, and walked forward cautiously.

There is air, and it is artificial air, which means there are living things living here.

Fu Qinghai had spent a long time in Master Quinto's bottom cabin laboratory and was very familiar with the smell of the oxygen generator. The enhanced olfactory organ of Astartes allowed him to capture the faint stench in the air, and his memory immediately reminded him what this thing was.

No matter what enemy we encounter next, as long as it is an enemy that needs to breathe, it is better than the ethereal and invisible creatures of the subspace.

Creatures that need to breathe have a health bar and can be killed.

As the team went deeper, the dark and deep maze-like corridor was no longer as quiet as it was at the beginning. Faint sounds of fighting continued to come from the dark and narrow cracks and pipes.

The sound of grenade launchers firing, angry shouts, and the clash of weapons, these sounds echoed and transmitted in the winding pipes. These tiny sounds, weakened many times by the complex pipes, rang in Fu Qinghai's ears from time to time, but he was unable to find out the direction and source of them.

Fu Qinghai remained alert and focused, not being affected by these faint sounds. He touched a hatch and found that the surface of the hatch was smooth and dust-free, with obvious signs of frequent use, unlike the old and rotten metal in the hull area of ​​the space ship.

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and pressed the door panel with a little force.

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

The touch of the hatch feedback to your fingers is the feeling of having a bolt behind it.

There was no need for welding torches or explosives. Fu Qinghai turned around and nodded to Aaron, who was wearing the Terminator armor behind him:

"Bump it open."

Aaron nodded, took two steps back, bent down and lowered his shoulders. The electronic muscle fiber bundles built into the armor tightened instantly, and he rushed forward suddenly.

"Bang!"

The bolt broke and the metal door panel was knocked open in an instant. Fu Qinghai did not wait for Aaron to rush in before following him in. Instead, he flexibly rushed in the moment Aaron pushed open the hatch, and swung the power long sword in his hand with a flashing arc of force field directly behind the door without even looking.

The tip of the knife cut through the air, creating some floating dust in the stale air.

Fu Qinghai's thoughts were complicated, and his carefully planned attack hit the air.

Fu Qinghai looked up and saw that it was a long, narrow and straight corridor that could only accommodate one Space Marine in power armor.

At the end of the corridor fifty meters away, a group of people of different heights were standing there upright.

The sound of the Space Marines breaking in attracted their attention, and the group of people turned in unison to look at Fu Qinghai at the door.

Fu Qinghai frowned as he looked at this group of people with dull eyes, drooping chins, and saliva dripping from their half-open mouths.

"Human?"

Fu Qinghai had imagined all kinds of aliens that might appear in the space wreck. Before the battle, he even carefully recalled all the alien creatures that appeared in the alien anatomy experiment log of Master Quinto, the alien expert, including the Hruds, the Oredi, the Greenskins, etc.

But I didn't expect that there was a group of humans here.

This group of people, dressed in different clothes, stared blankly in the direction of Fu Qinghai. The scene was very strange and creepy.

Suddenly, as if they had received some orders, they all raised their weapons in unison, and a variety of chainsaw swords and laser guns attacked Fu Qinghai together.

"What the hell..." Fu Qinghai was confused, but he didn't stop and rushed towards the crowd.

He said, "Follow me!"

No matter what it is, chop it down first.

Fu Qinghai took the lead, facing the humans who were rushing in front, and with a fierce upward slash, the powered long sword instantly cut the bodies of three people, and a large amount of scarlet blood "popped" and splashed all over the ceiling.

The narrow corridor even prevented Fu Qinghai from swinging his sword horizontally, so he could only slash upwards, chop downwards, or stab straight forward.

Fu Qinghai continued to swing his sword and move forward. The densely packed enemies in the narrow corridor did not stop him at all.

The White Scar warriors behind him followed Fu Qinghai into the corridor, but they were unable to form a formation and could only follow closely behind Fu Qinghai.

Looking at the flying limbs and arms in front of them, accompanied by clusters of blood spurting and internal organs flying, the dazed humans still continued to pour in.

This scene made Humar, who was following closely behind Fu Qinghai, tremble with fear.

It's not like he hasn't experienced wars with mortals before. Most of the mortal soldiers he met had their morale collapsed long ago in the face of such tragic casualties. Now the enemy is still pouring in to die, which makes Humar very puzzled.

The thick blood plasma had already covered the lightning eagle wing emblem on Fu Qinghai's breastplate. It was too sticky to drip off. Fu Qinghai, who had transformed into a human meat grinder, stabbed the last man's head with a straight stab, then stopped and reached out to wipe off the blood plasma that covered his goggles.

Only then did he realize that he had broken through the entire corridor.

Fu Qinghai stopped and stood where he was. When he turned around, he found that both sides of the corridor were covered with broken corpses and countless radial blood marks were scribbled on the walls.

"Wow…" Humar stepped over Fu Qinghai's shoulder and looked forward, and sighed:

"If I hadn't seen you being brought onto the warship by Ogedei himself, I would sometimes even suspect that you were a World Devourer who had sneaked into our team.

As mentioned earlier, among the Space Marine Legions, the Night Lords are good at torture, while the World Eaters are good at massacre.

"Ha..." Fu Qinghai took off his helmet, exhaled, shook off the blood plasma on the helmet, put it back on his head, and said,

"There's nothing we can do. They were the first to start."

Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly. Although he didn't say anything, he felt something was wrong in his heart.

Although the enemies kept coming one after another, I just kept killing them without thinking too much.

How to describe it? It's like the feeling of being addicted to games in the previous life.

Fu Qinghai thought that it had been a long time since he came to the Sosaran and had not meditated with Ogedei.

This Chocorean tradition has almost been forgotten.

Never mind, let's just get through this space wreck first.

Fu Qinghai didn't think any more and led his team forward.

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PS: Thanks to Xiaoyan from Class 3, Grade 4 for the reward, _(:::з」∠)_嘤嘤嘤

(End of this chapter)