Chapter 228 Revisiting the Old Place

Fu Qinghai stood in front of the desk in the captain's room.

A holographic star map was projected onto the desktop.

Fu Qinghai is carefully studying the star region in front of him.

The Schwerin Hive World and the Phaeton Forge World do not belong to the same star system, but both belong to this star region.

Marquez Wang Xingqu.

Fu Qinghai could guess with his toes why the name of the star region was so strange - it must be that a wandering trader named "Marquez Wang" first discovered this star region and named it after himself.

The general process of human empire colonization is as follows: Rogue Traders as explorers, Space Marines as conquerors, and the Mechanicus as builders.

There are many adventurous and treasure-hunting Rogue Traders among them, while others are simply curious about the universe. The Empire encourages this kind of exploration and discovery, and as for the Mechanicus's exploration fleet, they will only flock here if they receive news about the STC and relic technology.

Fu Qinghai's fingers passed through the holographic projection, forming a straight line between the Schwerin Hive World and the Phaeton Forging World, and his eyes searched in the surrounding galaxies.

Dead world, dead world, agricultural world, star fragments, cosmic dust, asteroids, giant planets, plasma clouds, meteorite belts, ice rings, comets...

The star map combined with the star region projection presented by the auspicious instrument was quietly reflected in the dark brown pupils. The Astartes Captain crossed his fingers and fell into deep thought.

Well, which one should I choose?

…

"Sir, we have arrived at Planet 17-974, the Cheslatan agricultural world."

Eugene Eleanor's voice woke Fu Qinghai from his thoughts. He raised his head suddenly and looked at the people on standby in the bridge, only to find that everyone's eyes were on him.

Qingshan Khan rarely gets distracted.

Everyone was slightly surprised.

"Okay, Joestar and Camille, follow me to the surface."

Fu Qinghai picked up the helmet and put it on, then led his men to the boarding deck.

In the space orbit, only a prototype and framework of the spaceport was built, but as the Thunderhawk gunship landed on the surface, the huge building of the climate control array stood on the Gobi Desert, and it seemed to have taken shape.

That's right, the agricultural world of Warhammer 40K is not an idyllic natural farm, but a cyberpunk biochemical farm with planting cabins, hydroponic arrays, pesticide towers, fertilizer factories, animal feed production lines...

The Great Rebellion is over, and Cheslatan is changing. As originally planned, the Mechanicus is apparently unwilling to invest the huge cost of planetary transformation for an agricultural world in a remote star region. Otherwise, what Fu Qinghai would see now would be a neat and uniform plain land that has been turned over by incendiary bombs and special viruses.

The fleet notified Cheslatan before its arrival.

So a group of officials, accompanied by the Imperial Guards, had been waiting on the tarmac for a long time. As soon as Fu Qinghai stepped out of the cabin door, an old acquaintance came to greet him.

Calvin.

He was once a temporary official in a colonial outpost, and his personal file was transferred from the Ministry of Military Affairs to the Ministry of the Interior. Now he is the highest officer of this agricultural world under construction. His uniform is neatly ironed and he has grown a big beard.

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet and shook hands with him:

"Hello, Commander Calvin."

Although he was mentally prepared, Calvin was still filled with emotion when he saw the tall and burly Space Marine in front of him and the familiar young and handsome face. His hands were trembling as he tightly grasped Fu Qinghai's gauntlet and said:

"Hello, Qingshan Khan."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said,

"You can also call me 'Little Locke'."

Calvin was terrified and said with a wry smile:

"Please stop making fun of me, sir."

Once an orphan in a colonial outpost, now an Astartes captain, this identity change brought about an abruptness and shock. Although he had been dumbfounded once when he received the astropathic communication, now seeing him standing in front of him alive, with bright armor, a serious and calm expression, and the two Astartes behind him following his lead... Calvin still couldn't help but be shaken.

Fu Qinghai didn't say much, and patted Calvin's shoulder gently:

"lead the way."

"Yes, sir, please follow me."

Fu Qinghai did not say where he was going in the star communication, but Calvin obviously knew the destination.

Following a group of officials through the newly flattened road, Fu Qinghai was surrounded by various construction machinery, busy construction workers, and mechanical slaves. He was not wearing a helmet. A construction worker looked over here curiously, and when he saw Fu Qinghai's face, he couldn't help but exclaimed:

"It's little Locke... Oh my God, he really has become..."

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was covered by the person next to him.

Fu Qinghai smiled and nodded at them.

Realizing that the honorable Lord Astartes was not offended by the title, the construction worker released his hand that was covering his companion's mouth, and with excitement and enthusiasm in his eyes, he bowed to Fu Qinghai, and his companions around him followed suit.

As the news spread, more and more people learned about the arrival of the Astartes Brothers. Such a desolate colonial outpost in a border star zone became lively because of the arrival of the Emperor's Angels.

Apart from the warship crash that happened a few years ago and is still fresh in people's memory, the people on the remote planet have not been harmed by traitors again. This is luck in troubled times and a blessing in disguise. They still have inexplicable awe and curiosity towards Astartes.

People flocked to the sides of the road, wanting to see the majestic figure of the giant in ceramsite steel armor. They whispered to each other and told exaggerated stories they had heard from others, telling the visitors from other planets that the leading space marine was once a member of the colonial outpost.

This cannot change their living conditions and income status, and may only become a topic of bragging in the pub, but they are still inexplicably excited and proud of it.

Despite his concerns, Fu Qinghai still maintained enough patience and waved his arms at the residents of the stronghold who were watching. This action drew even greater cheers and shouts.

No

, the scene in front of him reminded Fu Qinghai of a novel he had read in his previous life, the original novel about the Eighth Legion's Midnight Lords.

The novel describes that the Eighth Legion passed through its home world, the Legion's mother planet, Nostramo. While the fleet was resting and replenishing supplies, the commander arranged a brief and low-key tour along the main streets of the city.

Just like now, a large number of people rushed up, wanting to recognize the familiar faces. Many overly excited people were shot and killed by law enforcers who were maintaining order because they tried to approach the Astartes' queue.

Among them was an old woman, the mother of a Night Lord warrior. The Space Marine watched his mother being shot to death for trying to recognize him, but he remained indifferent and continued to move forward.

Fu Qinghai sometimes feels fortunate.

I'm glad I didn't become that kind of space marine.

His memory is still vivid, his emotions are still abundant, and the last trace of humanity has not been wiped out by endless killing and war.

By the way, Fu Qinghai also wrote the name of the Space Marine in his little notebook.

Soul Hunter, Talos Valkolan.

…

Calvin led Fu Qinghai to a small house with a two-story attic. A Levante Cyclone-V small jet motorcycle with mottled paint was parked at the door of the house.

Qiao Shida and Camille automatically guarded both sides, and Fu Qinghai pushed the door open with his head lowered.

The room still had the familiar furnishings: sofa, carpet, and coffee table, but they were all covered with a light layer of dust.

"Where is she?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"Fei left."

Calvin replied, "Just a year ago."

"Where did you go?"

"I, I don't know, sir."

Calvin bowed his head.

"What do you know, Chief Calvin?"

Fu Qinghai faced the room and asked calmly.

Calvin explained carefully,

"She was taken away by a mysterious person, sir."

There was obvious dissatisfaction in Fu Qinghai's tone:

"What is a mysterious person, Chief Calvin?"

Calvin looked around, came closer and whispered:

"A mysterious person in a cloak. At that time, the pioneering team sent by the Empire had not yet arrived in Cheslatan. The mysterious person came alone. It was a woman. She refused to speak and only communicated with me in sign language and writing. She told me that the siege of Terra was over, and she was also the one who took Feiyi away."

Calvin lowered his voice as much as possible:

"My Lord, this is all I know. I cannot tell you more in the Star Voice communication because... because that woman was wearing dark golden power armor that day, a kind of power armor I had never seen before. There was a red double-headed eagle mark in the middle of her forehead. I did not dare to ask too much. That dress was like... like..."

"Looks like it came from the palace, doesn't it?"

Fu Qinghai said lightly, speaking for Calvin what he dared not say.

Fu Qinghai has already guessed the identity of the mysterious man.

Should have guessed it earlier.

Although Calvin is not a high-ranking official, his intuition is quite accurate.

"Yes, yes, sir. But I can assure you that Feiyi followed her absolutely voluntarily. No one forced her."

Calvin said.

Fu Qinghai nodded:

"Okay, I understand."

Finally, he took a deep look at the furnishings in the room, turned around and left firmly and resolutely.

…

The cruiser and frigate adjusted their course and set out again on their return journey to Terra.

Fu Qinghai stood quietly on the bridge, looking out the porthole at Cheslatan, a huge ochre-colored planet, just as it was when he first left here.

Zhang Yuning stood behind him.

The woman was keenly aware of the man's emotional changes.

I don't know how to describe the changes.

Not only her, but even Chen Xinlu and Jiang Yixia felt it vaguely.

"How long will it take to reach Terra?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"The estimated time is five months, Khan."

Navigator Tracy replied.

"OK."

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(End of this chapter)