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Fu Qinghai followed Hulda through the complex three-dimensional honeycomb structure that was like a maze.

It's like playing a real-life Monument Valley, Warhammer 40,000 Hive Edition.

Hulda slung a saber around his waist, held a gun in both hands, and walked quickly in front.

Fu Qinghai followed her slowly.

Fu Qinghai could easily keep up with the gang woman, but he maintained the necessary vigilance.

Going back on one's word and being insidious and cunning are the survival rules of the hive city. An Astartes with the symbol of the Martian Mechanicum on his shoulder armor and covered with weapons and equipment?

Most of the underhive thugs will feel awe and fear, but it may also inspire the greed of some daring people... Who knows, there is no shortage of gamblers who risk their lives in the hive city.

Fu Qinghai looked at Hulda's back coldly, glancing at the surrounding environment from the corner of his eye.

The two men moved through the gap between the huge drive shaft and the bent crankshaft, lifted the iron chain curtain hanging from the giant pulley block, and climbed over the broken steel wall.

Fu Qinghai looked at the crushing gears that were still running in the distance, and the huge flywheel that looked like a Ferris wheel. The bearings made a "crunching" sound of friction, and the golden-red magma flowed and dripped between the gaps of the piston rings, forming a lava waterfall.

Some giant machines from ancient times are still running tirelessly. No one knows what these machines are producing or maintaining. No one knows what provides energy and power for these huge mechanical creations. Perhaps it is geothermal energy deep in the earth's core, or perhaps it is some incomprehensible ancient technology.

We should send technical priests to study these ancient machines, Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

The Empire's control over the Schwerin Hive World is too low, and it may just be that it collects tithes and then does nothing else.

Many worlds within the Empire's borders are like this.

Fu Qinghai felt that he and Hulda were like two little mice running around in a huge computer case, having to avoid the danger of mousetraps from time to time.

Taking advantage of the moment when the lava waterfall solidified and was blocked, Hulda seized the opportunity and quickly passed through the gate with a leap and roll before the lava dripped in pieces. The lava waterfall was like a golden-red glowing curtain, covering the entrance of the passage again.

The woman stood up, took a breath, and looked back to see Fu Qinghai still following closely behind her.

Hulda's heart trembled, but he didn't say much and continued to lead Fu Qinghai forward.

"We seem to have gone in a big circle?"

Fu Qingbian asked as he walked.

Hulda, who was walking in front of Fu Qinghai, nodded:

"Yes, this road is deserted. There are only dangers caused by these outdated machines. If we take another road, we will have to pass through the territory of the Longtooth Gang, a group of damn cannibals."

Fu Qinghai turned around and said calmly:

"You should have taken me another way."

The calmness and confidence revealed in his words made Hulda scratch his head in embarrassment.

The Space Marines were indeed not afraid of the Downhive gangs, but Hulda didn't want to be killed by stray bullets in the chaos, so she chose a safer route.

The journey was long, and Fu Qinghai couldn't help thinking that if he had known that he would be teleported to a hive city by the Tombstone Gate, he should have made a handheld auspicious instrument from the Marvel Comics Universe and brought it with him. Perhaps he would not be so passive when facing the complex environment of the hive city.

The auspex is a highly integrated, multi-type data sensing information collection system widely used by the human empire. When facing a complex battlefield environment with a narrow field of vision, Space Marines are not helpless. There are two types of miniaturized auspex available for use: the scanning auspex and the siege auspex. The former focuses on energy detection, while the latter strengthens the geological detection function and is the favorite of the civil engineers among Space Marines - the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists.

During the landing battle on the planet Loswell 7, the tactical tablet that Gult held was an auspicious instrument.

Unfortunately, there is no if. Fu Qinghai wanted to save the assimilation points to assimilate more important weapons, so he never thought of making a divination instrument in advance.

"By the way, Hulda, what's the name of your gang?"

In order to pass the boredom of the long journey, Fu Qinghai asked casually.

There are lone rangers and bounty hunters in the nest, but not many. Keeping together is the way to survive in the nest. Fu Qinghai saw the tattoos on Hulda's face and the decorations on her body and knew that she was a gang member.

Hearing this question, Hulda raised his head proudly and said,

"Sparta Gang, we are called the Sparta Gang!"

Sparta Gang, this name is a bit strange. Compared with the overall low cultural level of the hive city, it is a bit out of place.

Fu Qinghai asked with interest:

"You seem pretty proud of your gang?"

Hulda nodded:

"Yes, sir. Although we are a new gang that was established recently, we are not weak. Our boss is extremely strong. He is different from the others. He is not a lackey of those powerful families in the upper nest. He will lead us to continuous victory!"

Wow, are you so confident?

In Fu Qinghai's impression of the Necromunda hive, the powerful big gangs in the lower nest are almost all agents and black gloves of the big families in the top of the tower. It is difficult for a gang without the support of nobles to grow big and strong.

If it is true as Hulda said, then it is indeed quite interesting.

As she was talking, the gangster woman saw the large painting on the metal wall in front of her, pointed at the wall, turned around and said excitedly:

"We're almost there."

Having said that, he prepared to move forward.

But Fu Qinghai held down his shoulder.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a steel beam dozens of meters wide above his head loosened and suddenly fell down, smashing the suspended steel plate beam bridge in front of Hulda, and tumbling into the bottomless abyss along with a large number of auxiliary components.

Hulda was shocked. If Fu Qinghai hadn't held her down, she would have been smashed into a pulp by the falling steel beam.

Her chest was heaving, and she was still a little frightened. She stared at the broken bridge in front of her with wide eyes. The gap was at least ten meters wide, and there was no way she could jump over it.

Fu Qinghai grabbed her neck without waiting for her to react, and the flying backpack on his back started up. The turbofan roared and the plane soared into the air, flying over the gap and arriving on the other side of the broken bridge.

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

Fu Qinghai put the woman in his hand down and said,

"Continue."

Hulda looked up at Fu Qinghai with gratitude, and hurriedly led the Space Marine forward.

As he walked past the metal wall, Fu Qinghai took a look at the spray painting on it.

A black eagle with its wings raised high, a shield in front of it and a ball under its claws.

…

Fu Qinghai and Hulda came out of a rumbling large helicopter freight elevator. Hulda turned to Fu Qinghai and said:

"My Lord, this is already within the lower nest range of the main hive city of Schwerin."

Fu Qinghai nodded:

"Thank you, Hulda, you are an excellent guide."

Hulda stood there hesitating for a while, then said to Fu Qinghai,

"Lord Astarte, if you want to find a way to the upper nest, I think our boss can find a way."

"oh?"

Fu Qinghai turned around, looked down at the gang woman, and said,

"Do you know what my purpose in going to Shangchao is?"

She shook her head and said:

"I don't know. I just guessed that our boss might be interested in you. If you are willing to wait here for a while, I can go and notify him to come over."

Fu Qinghai thought for a while and nodded slowly:

"Okay."

Hulda turned and left.

Fu Qinghai stared at her departing back.

This could be a trap.

But just like in the Conjuring universe, Fu Qinghai, who has just arrived, needs some contradictions and conflicts to lure out the snakes and obtain more information. Even if the contradictions and conflicts are deliberately created, it will be fine.

After Hulda left, Fu Qinghai carefully surveyed the surrounding environment, confirmed the location where the encirclement might be formed, and the best envisioned direction for breaking out. Then he sat on a raised iron pier, quietly waiting for the arrival of Hulda's boss.

A moment later, a group of gang members wearing patchwork armor, holding various weapons, and with hairstyles more weird than the other, surrounded a black-armored warrior and appeared outside the passage diagonally above Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai stared at the leading black-armored warrior and narrowed his eyes instantly.

The exoskeleton armor is angular but fits the human body well, with separate pieces of armor and full of muscle lines. Compared with Fu Qinghai's Blue Shell power armor, it is a little lighter and thinner. It is fully enclosed but cannot be called heavy power armor. Its overall cold and sci-fi style is out of tune with the Gothic punk style of the surrounding gang members.

The most eye-catching thing is the golden helmet mask.

Fu Qinghai wondered why Hulda's gang was called the "Spartan Gang". Perhaps this ancient Greek term was obtained from the remaining pages of an ancient Terran book, or perhaps an avid fan of Zack Snyder continued the popular culture of muscular men in red capes into the 30K era... But Fu Qinghai never thought that it would be the one before him.

The black-armored warrior raised his gun in one hand, looked down at Fu Qinghai who was sitting firmly on the iron pier below, and said loudly:

"The superhuman soldier of the human empire, the angel of death of the great emperor, the legendary space warrior, I have heard of your name for a long time."

Fu Qinghai still sat steadily on the iron pier, raised his eyes to look at the group of people above him, and said,

"I have also heard of your great name for a long time... Spartan warrior."

The black-armored warrior was stunned and said subconsciously:

"What the hell!?"

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