Chapter 179 Red Letter Warrior Fu Qinghai

Schwerin hive, low-Earth orbit, spaceport.

This is a huge space station, which is shaped like a gyroscope. The multiple layers of concentric rings surrounding the central axis serve as berths for spacecraft.

At this time, there were several spaceships parked here sparsely. They were all privateering fleets belonging to the Thorndike family. The Sword-class frigate Goddess of Fortune was not the largest one, but it was the most eye-catching because of its sharp and slender appearance like a standard imperial battleship.

Koshvito led his gang members out one by one from the cargo hold that was opened on the side of the Sommerfeld family's cargo airship.

Being squeezed in the gaps between the cargo and riding on a bumpy cargo airship through the atmosphere was not a pleasant experience, but no one complained. After getting off the ship, they quietly surrounded the exclusive berthing area of ​​the Thorndike family as planned.

The Spartan gang was lying in ambush far away from the frigate Luck, quietly observing the frigate in the distance between the stacked cargo boxes.

The black Thor's Hammer Assault Power Armor of the Koshveto II Black Team has some special features compared to other generations of Thor's Hammer Power Armor, such as the visual compensation of the mask, which can see five kilometers away. He hid behind the cargo box and carefully analyzed the outer defense layout of the frigate in the distance.

In the distance, the stern of the frigate was connected to the berth of the spaceport through a steel bridge. The spacious berth was piled with the cargo of the Thorndike family. Private soldiers of the family were standing guard and patrolling with laser guns and shotguns. Their clothes were varied and not uniform, but they were all men with strong physiques and fierce eyes.

These experienced sailors who have been through boarding battles for a long time have many disabilities, but they are the backbone of the Rogue Merchant Fleet and have rich experience in combat 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 and muttering something while checking and counting. Judging from his appearance, he should be a manager.

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

Koshvituo looked at his men beside him and said:

"Codename for this operation: Left Jab. Hulda, it's your turn."

The woman lifted her cloak and revealed a full set of power armor underneath. The dark grey armor shell looked thinner than the Thor's Hammer series power armor, and there were black fiber armor between the armor plates. The biggest difference from the latter was that the helmet was a nearly spherical golden mask, like a flight helmet, instead of the semi-enclosed golden mask like Koshveto, which was in the style of a motorcycle helmet.

Secondary Power Penetration Armor, also known as SPI Power Armor, was developed by ONI's Watershed Division. Its feature is that it can imitate the surrounding environment through photosensitive reactive panels to achieve chameleon-like stealth. It can be seen as the UNSC version of the Covenant's active camouflage system.

This is a special power armor issued to some Spartan III warriors. It is not as strong as the Thor's hammer series power armor, but the cost of manufacturing and maintenance is greatly reduced.

After all, the cost of a set of Thor's Hammer power armor is almost equivalent to that of a Charon-class light frigate.

Hulda looked up 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 me well."

Koshvito said calmly,

"During the mission, you should call me sir, not boss. Also, this is my girlfriend's power armor, not mine."

Hulda nodded and replied, "Yes, sir."

After saying that, large pieces of fine fragmented visually blurry mosaics flashed on the surface of Hulda's armor, and the photosensitive reaction panel began to work. The entire set of power armor slowly changed color and became exactly the same as the surrounding environment.

Hulda picked up the power sword seized from the Thorndike family, and with the help of the supply boxes and sling tracks, he bent his body and carefully moved towards the berth area.

From a distance it looks like a sword floating in the air.

Koshvito closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

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

Soon, Hulda approached a group of sailors on patrol.

While looking up, Koshvito took out a weapon that looked like a large pistol from his cloak, twisted a black cylinder onto it, and it fit together with a "click". Then a small folding display screen like a camera screen popped out from the side of the large pistol. Koshvito clicked his fingers and 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 clenched the power sword in her hand, thought about it, and finally decided to give up the weapon. She gently placed the power sword on the ground, stood up, and tiptoed along the edge of the berth towards the connecting bridge.

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

Just as 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. A red light suddenly shone from its empty eye sockets, and the electrical signal went straight to the back of the head along the connecting wires.

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

"Someone is invading!"

"There!"

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

"Bang!"

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

"boom--"

Bright yellow flames exploded in the air, the flames engulfed a large number of sailors, and the shock wave shook the scene into a mess.

M363 long-range projectile detonator gun, commonly known as "sticky detonator gun".

The flames of the explosion had not yet died down when the Spartan warrior leapt out from behind the pile of boxes. He tore off his tattered cloak while running at high speed, drew the needle gun from his waist and fired continuously at the front.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The trigger was held down, and sharp lavender crystal needles shot out from the muzzle. Koshvito did not need to aim. The Subanis crystals automatically searched for biological and thermal signals, turned in mid-air, and pierced the sailors' cheeks one by one.

Koshveto kept running at high speed, holding the needle gun in one hand, and emptied the 19-round magazine in one breath, then put it back into his waist. He leaned over to pick up Hulda's power sword and threw it at the connecting bridge. Then he pulled out the railgun from his back, raised the gun, aimed, and shot.

Magnetic sparks flashed in the guide rails, there was a shriek of a bullet breaking through the air, and the manager who had no time to dodge was shot in the head. His head exploded like a watermelon, and blood rained all over the place. His body fell backwards powerlessly, and the two servo skulls were still hovering in the air, with the broken connecting cables hanging in the air, swinging left and right.

"Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The lavender crystals that were stuck in the sailors' faces suddenly exploded. The dense crystal fragments knocked down the surrounding sailors again. Some of them wailed in pain while holding their limbs that were scratched and cut by the crystals.

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

The fighting and explosions in the spaceport's berthing area also alarmed the frigate. The multiple connecting bridges connecting the spaceport and the stern of the battleship were being disconnected one by one, and plasma flames lit up in the nozzles of the sublight-speed engines.

Countless red lasers lit up behind Koshevitto. This was the other Spartan Gang members covering him. The Spartan Gang, which had the advantage of taking the initiative, actually suppressed the private soldiers of the Thorndike family for a while, making them unable to raise their heads.

Hulda had already rushed into the frigate, activated the stealth function and hid himself. Koshveto paid no attention to the group of sailors lying on the ground and groaning. He put the railgun behind his shoulder, activated the knife-hand sprint mode, stepped off the ground and leaped, flying seven or eight meters in the air, and landed on the deck of the frigate with a "bang".

In the frigate, a sailor had just raised the shotgun in his hand when Koshveto punched him in the chest. His sternum collapsed and he flew backwards, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.

Koshveto turned and shouted:

"Follow me!"

A group of Spartan gang members running with guns in hand quickly 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 perfectly rounded outline without interruptions or edges, as if it is the dome of the sky descending upon the mortal world, inlaid with colorful murals.

Fu Qinghai stood quietly in front of the large French window with his hands behind his back, looking at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in front of him, just like the turbulent situation in the Schwerin hive city.

Behind him, the representatives of the Hive nobles who were sitting around the conference table were all looking at his tall and burly back, all speechless, and no one dared to speak first to break the silence.

"grown ups."

Finally, Valentine Sommerfeld asked in a dry and hoarse voice, knowing the answer:

"So, we are all very curious, where are you from, and why are you visiting the Schwerin Hive this time?"

Fu Qinghai turned slowly, and a cold, dull, and sonorous voice came out of the loudspeaker:

"I come from the starry sky, bringing revenge, war, the Emperor's gospel, and an oath cast in his name!"

Fu Qinghai slowly walked to the table, placed his hands on the table, and looked down at the nobles present. The huge dark bodies brought an invisible sense of oppression, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"I just want to ask everyone here, does the Schwerin Hive still belong to the Empire's territory?"

"Of course..."

It was still that skinny old man, Valentine Sommerfeld. Facing Fu Qinghai's murderous aura that did not distinguish between friend and foe, his voice trembled at this moment:

"We, the Sommerfeld family, will always be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and to Holy Terra."

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

"What about you?"

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

The short and fat man who was stared at by Fu Qinghai looked stern and spoke hurriedly.

"snort!"

Before Fu Qinghai asked 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 wearing a gorgeous suit sat at the far end of the conference table. He looked at Fu Qinghai with a suspicious expression and sneered:

"Everyone, have you forgotten the information of the Star Talker? Who is the new master of this galaxy?"

"Are you scared of a mere Space Marine fighting alone with bare hands?"

"But..."

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

"I know what you want to say, Osvid Kronin. You want to say that a Space Marine will not appear alone on the hive, right? But look at him carefully. Even his armor is broken, and he has even put down his weapons. But where is his fleet? Where is his legion? None of them have appeared!"

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

"He is a lone wolf! A stray dog ​​who is 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 by the man's yelling and cursing. He stood up straight, looked at the man at the far end of the conference table, and asked calmly,

"I guess this is Baron Zedu, right?"

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

"Do you know me?"

"Hehehe…"

Fu Qinghai smiled and said,

"More than just knowing each other, I came here just for you."

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

Coming for me?

Baron Zedu looked suspicious when he heard this. He waved his hand and shouted,

"Come here!"

Explosions and sounds of fighting rang out outside the conference room door. Immediately afterwards, the alloy door was melted open by the 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, short and thick plasma guns in their hands, with a row of black muzzles pointed at everyone in the conference room.

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

"Are you going to go to all-out war with all the Spire Families!?"

The nobles present were stunned at the time and immediately shouted loudly.

"Hahaha!"

Baron Zeddu laughed loudly, and swept his hateful eyes over everyone in the conference room. He said with a twisted grin:

"I have long wanted to find an opportunity to catch you all in one fell swoop. If I could not control the entire hive in a short period of time, do you think you would have survived until now?"

He turned to look at Fu Qinghai, his face full of satisfaction after his conspiracy succeeded, and laughed:

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

"I asked the aide-de-camp to tell you in advance that you can only enter the meeting site after removing your weapons. You are too arrogant, Space Marine. Without weapons, what can you use to fight me?"

Baron Zeddu opened his mouth, spread his hands, and laughed:

"Fuck the 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, pointing his palms at Baron Zedu and the soldiers in front of him. The hexagonal armor plates covering his palms slid open, revealing two miniature reactors, which, along with the thick lightning on the breastplate, lit up with a blazing white light...

"Who told you I had no weapon?"

Fu Qinghai tilted his head and asked.

"Biu——"

"Biu! Biu! Biu!"

The fully charged arc pulse cannon fired out fiercely, and the soldiers opposite the conference table pulled the trigger at the same time. The blue coils on the back of the plasma gun lit up, and plasma beams gushed out. For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with white light beams and dark blue light beams, crisscrossing and flying.

Baron Zedu fell down the moment Fu Qinghai fired the laser, and Fu Qinghai dodged while raising his hand to fight back, but his movements did not seem as flexible and agile as before, and were a little slow and stiff.

This was a hard time for the noble representatives between the two men. At the first moment of firing, seven or eight of them were melted and vaporized by the plasma beam. The heavy red velvet curtains and the exquisite and gorgeous relief murals were all burned, pierced, and peeled off in the mixed attack of lasers and plasma.

The thick ceramic-steel and plastic-steel composite armor helped Fu Qinghai offset several plasma beams that brushed past him, but it also suppressed him to the point where he couldn't raise his head. He could only hide behind a large conference table, relying on cover to fire at the soldiers.

Baron Zedu was lying on the ground and saw the body of a dead soldier lying on the ground. A plasma gun was quietly placed next to him. He gritted his teeth, picked up the heavy plasma gun, tucked it under his armpit, crawled around from the other side of the conference table, moving step by step.

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

"Go to hell!"

He laughed and shouted, then pulled the trigger.

"Biu!"

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

The joy just rose on Baron Zedu's face, but it froze in an instant.

Inside the helmet, there was nothing.

There was no blood and brain splatter as imagined, no half-head burnt to a char, only the reddened and melted edge of the armor and the empty hole inside.

It's you, the Rubric Warrior!

If Professor Ahriman, the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons Legion, were here at this moment, he would definitely think that this power armor was cast with the Rubric Spell that made him famous, and that the soul of a Thousand Sons Space Marine was bound inside.

But it is not.

Baron Zeddu lay on the floor, his brain stopped working, his mouth half open, and he was stunned.

The plasma guns of the remaining three soldiers had seriously overheated, and faced with such a strange change, they stopped pulling the triggers.

The helmet visor was damaged, which seemed to affect the aiming of the power armor. The empty shell of the power armor, with no one controlling it, slowly raised its arm again and aimed crookedly in an unmanned direction, with a white light just lighting up in the palm of its hand.

"Swish!"

Behind the three soldiers, a knife flashed with a faint blue arc, and the three bodies were cut off in an instant. The cuts were smooth and neat, and the blood had not yet flowed out.

"Plop!"

Six bodies fell to the ground.

Baron Zeddu turned around in horror and saw a muscular man who was naked except for tight black shorts. He was holding a straight-blade power sword in his hand and walking towards him with a grin.

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

"Disgraceful!"

There was a huge long sword stuck in Baron Zedu's chest, and most of his chest seemed to be split open by the blade, and the whole person was nailed to the exquisitely carved floor.

Bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, Baron Zedu's eyes bulged, his body trembled, his head tilted, and he died.

The fierce battle ended and the whole space finally became quiet.

The conference room was littered with corpses and blood was flowing.

Fu Qinghai walked barefoot on the cold stone floor, stepped over the corpse, let the blood flow over the back of his feet, leaving sticky bloody footprints, and came to the body of Baron Zedu.

A gray-haired young woman followed closely behind him. She didn't care at all about the disgusting smell of blood in the meeting room. She stared at Fu Qinghai's naked back with shining eyes, which showed his smooth skin and muscular body.

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and pulled out the Blue Blade. He looked at Baron Zeddu's face, which was still open, and sighed,

"You see, I never believed in magic and prophecy."

"Master, you are back."

A mechanical female voice came from the loudspeaker of the Blue Shell Power Armor. The empty shell armor turned around to face Fu Qinghai and stopped.

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 charred and broken armor plates on its body opened up like blooming lotus flowers, revealing a human-shaped space that could just wrap around Fu Qinghai's body.

Fu Qinghai was just about to walk over and reunite with the Blue Shell Power Armor, when suddenly, a whispering voice sounded behind him:

"Wait a minute."

Fu Qinghai turned around in confusion.

Gladys hunched her shoulders, looked up at Fu Qinghai, and whispered:

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

Fu Qinghai: "???"

......

　Thank you. All the names I thought of are taken. I don't know what to change to. Thanks to the two book friends for the rewards. Your IDs really complement each other.

　　Thanks to two book friends, Wandering Souls of All Worlds and Bystanders of History, for their rewards.

　　I had originally intended to post this chapter at noon, but I accidentally made it too long, and with the revisions I had to make, I tend to revise every chapter I finish writing, and I have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, so I can only delay posting it until the evening.

(End of this chapter)