What appeared in front of Fu Qinghai was a cruel picture, with collapsed ruins, twisted steel covered bridges, broken corpses everywhere, a little giant in dirty white power armor sitting paralyzed in front of the ruins, dried blood scabs and... Half-dried fresh plasma spread out in front of him like a dark red carpet. His entire lower limbs were pressed down by a huge metal pipe. His legs were visibly twisted and deformed, with broken leg armor mixed with bone and flesh. .
But he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. This man with a sinewy face had a haircut similar to that of Ronaldo. If Fu Qinghai was familiar with Chogris culture, he would know that this hairstyle is called a bun.
The little giant Ah Fu looked at Fu Qinghai holding the electric shock spear in confusion, as if he were watching an ant holding up a toothpick.
"So... you've been preparing for a long time, and you're just going to use this thing against me?" He finally spoke, with that hoarse, rough voice.
"It's self-protection, Your Excellency." Fu Qinghai responded calmly. He did not continue to step forward, but began to observe.
Although his power armor is covered with laser scorch marks and various cutting scratches, and the legion emblem has been blurred, Fu Qinghai still has a bone-white background, blood-red trimmings dotted with light golden lines, and shoulders. It can be identified on the decorative hemp rope on the nail.
White Scars, Fifth Legion.
"Are you a Chogris?" The little giant with a fleshy face frowned and looked at Fu Qinghai's oriental appearance.
"No, I come from the Levant Hive." Fu Qinghai responded while observing the space around the space warrior's hands.
Empty, no bolter or power sword.
"Come from the same place as them." Fu Qinghai raised his chin, pointed to the broken corpses on the ground, and added.
He had already identified that the torn corpses were none other than Cidric and others.
The space warrior followed Fu Qinghai's gaze and looked at his feet and smiled: "Hahaha, so, like them, do you plan to get something from me, an unarmed warrior with my feet trapped?"
"No, I just want to talk to you."
Of course Fu Qinghai is not stupid. An unarmed Space Marine is also a Space Marine. With his bare hands, he can easily tear a hive city gangster like Xedric into two pieces, literally tearing him into two pieces.
Moreover, Fu Qinghai also judged that this space warrior was very cunning. His legs were trapped and he lacked the ability to move. Theoretically, as long as Hedric and others did not get close to him, they would not be in danger. But now that they were destroyed by the group, it is very likely that It was he who pretended to be weak to lure Cidric and others to him, and then tore them to pieces one by one with each hand.
This is also the reason why Ladroer was able to escape back to the stronghold when facing a Space Marine before dying.
"You are a warrior with white scars." Fu Qinghai asked, while looking at the Space Marine's legs that were crushed by the metal pipe.
A normal person would have died from excessive blood loss from the aorta of the leg when faced with such an injury. Fu Qinghai could not help but sigh at the tenacity of the Space Marines' vitality. Of course, this was also the result of part of the power armor's life support system being repaired. Fu Qinghai could see the leg armor. The hemostatic gel solidified at the broken site, but it still couldn't stop some of the blood and tissue fluid from flowing to the floor, mixing with the semi-dried plasma in front of him.
"I know a lot." The space warrior looked at Fu Qinghai in front of him with interest.
"How should I call you?" Fu Qinghai lowered the tip of his gun slightly, relaxed a little, and took a small step forward, but he still did not dare to lose his vigilance.
"Wo Kuotai, Wo Kuotai Mang Nut, if you are a soldier of our legion, you can also call me Wo Kuotai Nayanhan." The strong man with a sinewy face replied, he still looked relaxed. His expression and the corners of his mouth even curved slightly.
Oh, he is still an officer and a company commander.
The Empire's Space Marine Legions naturally have fixed combat organizations, including squad-level combat squads and platoon-level combat companies. However, each legion has different divisions and names based on the tactical habits and cultural customs of the original Primarch. Law.
For example, the fighting company of the White Scars Legion is called the Brotherhood, and the company commander is called "Nayan Khan".
These names are derived from the native cultural customs of Chogris, the White Scars' home planet and its primary recruiting planet.
Although Fu Jinghai knew that the White Scars had been loyal to the Emperor during the Horus Heresy, he still did not dare to take it lightly.
Because he also knew that in the early days of the Horus Heresy, nearly half of the White Scar Space Marines quietly chose to side with the Warmaster, intending to play a trick and take advantage of the Primarch Jaghatai Khan's landing on Prospero. Seize actual control of the legion fleet when on the surface.
Although it was not successful in the end, it also showed that the White Scars were not united, and there were many young men who did not obey the command of the original body. Who knew whether the White Scar warriors in front of them were rebels.
Fu Qinghai took another step forward and said:
"Well... Dear Ogodai Nayanhan, as I said before, I am an ordinary legal citizen of the empire's Cheslatan planetary colonial base. I don't have any ill intentions. I have noticed your current situation, Hope that helps you out.”
"But," Fu Qinghai continued before Wo Kuotai could speak, "Before that, I have one last question."
Fu Qinghai took a deep breath, looked directly into Wo Kuotai's eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Are you loyal?"
Hearing these words, the white-scarred warrior's originally disapproving expression suddenly changed. His brows instantly furrowed, and his sharp gaze stared straight into Fu Qinghai's eyes. A deep voice squeezed out from between his throat and teeth, and he said word by word:
"Boy, I have fought for the Empire and the Khan for two hundred years, not for a ridiculous mortal like you to question my loyalty!"
He was almost roaring when he said the last sentence.
This sentence seemed to touch his back scale, and he then roared: "We fought from Ullanor to Prospero, we hunted down every ship and every man in the traitor's ship, and the corpses of my brothers are still floating in the sea. In space above your head!”
"You! You, a humble and pitiful mortal, holding a lighter, dare to doubt me? Come to judge me?"
The white-scarred warrior was so angry that he grabbed a severed arm and prepared to throw it at Fu Qinghai.
"I..." Before Wo Kuotai could finish his words, Fu Qinghai thrust the tip of the electric shock spear into the half-dried blood in front of him.
"Crack!" The powerful voltage from the battleship's energy instantly broke through the plasma and was directly connected to Wo Kuotai's lower body, which was oozing with blood, tissue fluid and gel.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The Space Marine screamed unexpectedly, his voice trembling.
Of course he saw the electric shock spear held by Fu Qinghai, but the slender barrel made the white-scarred warrior judge that the power of this thing would only make the body of the Space Marines tremble, but it could not cause any harm.
This thing is indeed just a civilian animal trapping device. In theory, it is not even a weapon.
He was careless.
"Tsk~" A puff of white smoke came out from the end of the gun barrel. After one shot, the electric shock gun burned down as promised.
Wokuotai also stopped trembling. He sat on the ground blankly, his eyes a little absent-minded.
The severed arm that had been raised in his hand fell down with a snap.
"Huh..." Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief. From Wo Kuotai's tone, he roughly judged that this Space Marine should belong to the loyal camp, but his small body could not withstand a hateful throw from a Space Marine. So I can only let him calm down first.
After a few seconds, Wo Kuotai's eyes blinked and he finally recovered.
When he came back to his senses, he glared at Fu Qinghai: "You kid..."
"No, no, calm down, Khan, I just want you to calm down!" Fu Qinghai quickly raised his hands and threw the electric shock spear on the ground, indicating that he had no weapons.
"I am a loyal citizen of the Empire. I am on your side. I also hate Horus. I love the Emperor like my father!" Fu Qinghai said quickly.
"Please calm down. You are in a very bad state now. In order to prove my sincerity, I will find a way to rescue you." Fu Qinghai said while retreating.
"You..." Wo Kuotai was a little stunned, watching Fu Qinghai turn around and run out of the door.
After a while, he heard the roar of a jet motorcycle engine.
Wo Kuotai saw Fu Qinghai dragging a long iron chain in. Fu Qinghai walked to one end of the metal pipe and squatted down, trying to tie the iron chain to the heavy pipe.
Wokuotai understood what he wanted to do.
At this time, a girl's head popped up at the door. She took a look at the severed arms and blood of the corpse inside, covered her mouth and retched before quickly retreating.
After tying it up, Fu Qinghai tugged hard. After making sure it was firm, he walked up to Wo Kuotai and said, "Stop it."
"Hmph," Ogedei sneered disdainfully: "I am an Astarte, am I afraid of pain?"
I'm afraid you forgot how miserable you screamed just now... Fu Qinghai cursed in his heart, turned around and walked out of the door without saying anything else.
The roar of the engine sounded again, and the chains instantly stretched straight.
The straight iron chain turned around the corner of the gate. With the pull of the jet motorcycle outside, the iron rings were pulled out of the gate one by one with "click, click".
The metal pipe also began to move slowly, and the heavy pipe moved outward like a millstone grinding against the Space Marine's legs.
"Hiss..." Even though the flesh and blood of his legs had long been necrotic, Wogotai still hissed in pain when faced with such torture, which affected the nerves at the base of his thighs.
The metal pipe was finally pulled apart.
Wogotai's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The tranquilizers and analgesics built into the power armor had been exhausted in previous battles. He was relying on perseverance to resist the pain.
"Ha..." Wo Kuotai breathed heavily, looking at his legs that had been crushed to pieces, and thought to himself: "I might be sent to a fearless mecha..."
Fu Qinghai walked in again.
[You saved the life of the White Scar Space Marine Ogedai Manut and achieved a stage milestone event! 】
The familiar cold voice appeared again.
[Start calculating assimilation points... 209 points]
O**K! Fu Qinghai, who successfully earned assimilation points, secretly praised him.
Wo Kuotai, who was staring at his legs, looked up at Fu Qinghai and said, "I can't stand or walk."
"It's okay, I'll get an iron plate to drag you away." Fu Qinghai expressed his thoughts.
Ogedei pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, but you have to do me a favor first. Behind the wall behind me, there should be several corpses of the Sons of Horus. You can move one over. Also, if If you have a power weapon, bring it over too.”
Fu Qinghai followed his words and walked around the wall behind Wokuotai. Behind the wall, there were indeed two corpses of Space Marines wearing gray-green armor, both wearing helmets. One was already half buried in the collapsed building. Among the ruins.
Fu Qinghai was convinced that the enemy of his enemy was his friend. Almost all the Sons of Horus were die-hard Warmasters, and only a few were loyal to the Emperor. The white scars who fought against the Sons of Horus were almost certainly loyalists.
Fu Qinghai found a power sword and lay quietly in the hand of a Son of Horus.
From the shape point of view, this is a broad sword with a curved one-line sword grid. The hilt is very long, enough for Fu Qinghai to hold it with both hands. However, compared with the size of the space warrior's hand, and the ratio of the hilt to the blade, From the looks of it, this should be a one-handed sword.
There are only simple decorative patterns on the hilt and sword grid, and the runes engraved in low Gothic script are the names of the forging world where it was produced. It is not considered a finely crafted weapon, indicating that the person holding it is not an officer.
Fu Qinghai struggled to pick up the power sword. It was too heavy for Fu Qinghai to wield. After all, it was a weapon designed for space warriors.
Fu Qinghai couldn't put it down. His sea of consciousness had been fluctuating ever since he saw the sword. Fu Qinghai gently pressed a button on the sword's handle.
"Zi..." There was an imperceptible buzz, and the entire blade was instantly wrapped in a faint blue fuzzy force field. White arcs flashed around it, and the blue light emitted by the blade slightly illuminated the dark cabin. .
The sword's disintegration field generator still functions normally.
"Boy, be careful, don't touch that blue light, be careful and cut off your own head." Wogotai's hoarse voice came from behind.
Ogodei heard the sound of a power sword activating, a sound all too familiar to a Space Marine.
Of course Fu Qinghai would not be stupid enough to touch this blue energy field.
The cleavage force field is the core of the power weapon. It can directly destroy the molecular bonds of solid materials it comes into contact with, and can disintegrate almost all solid materials. Power weapons are standard equipment for space warriors and are also equipped for some high-ranking mortal officers. However, this is not a bad technology. At least many alien races do not have the technology to make power weapons. Even many human forged worlds 40,000 years later do not. And then have the ability to make power weapons.
This standard power sword can be sold for a high price in the Levant hive where Fu Qinghai was originally located.
Fu Qinghai turned off the disintegration force field generator, returned to Ogedei with the power sword, put the sword in his hand, returned to the wall, and used all his strength to tear away the corpse of a Son of Horus. Drag it to the side of Wokuotai.
Wo Kuotai picked up the power sword, waved it skillfully twice, and told Fu Qinghai: "In the power backpack behind the body, look for the storage equipment compartment of the life support system. In, in... damn, he The armor is made of MK5. In my impression, it is on the side. Try to find one..."
"Is this it?" Before he could say anything, Fu Qinghai pulled out a device holding various unknown liquids from the side of his power backpack.
"Eh? You kid... have you ever been exposed to power armor before?" Wo Kuotai looked at Fu Qinghai up and down in surprise.
From the torso to the hands and feet, they are all intact flesh and blood. They don’t look like monks from the Cult of Mechanicus...
"For the first time, you can understand it as talent." Fu Qinghai explained casually.
Fu Qinghai took the life-support device and came to the side of Wokuotai. He found the same equipment compartment and pulled it out. The liquid tube inside was empty. Fu Qinghai inserted the device from the Sons of Horus into it.
"Buzz..." Wo Kuotai's power backpack trembled. The two spherical exhaust pipes behind his shoulders spurted out a stream of hot air, and the motor in the power backpack began to operate.
Immediately afterwards, Wo Kuotai sighed, with a comfortable and relaxed expression on his face.
Fu Qinghai guessed that at this time, analgesics, medicines and hormones were being injected into Wo Kuotai's body through the power armor.
Starting from the second-generation MK2 expeditionary power armor, the huge power backpack on the back of the Space Marine armor integrates devices such as micro-plasma reactors, life support systems, automatic medical equipment, air filtration systems, and liquid circulation systems.
"You can apply to be a pharmacist in the legion." Ogedai, who was slightly relieved from the lingering pain, was still in the mood to joke.
Of course it's just a joke, not to mention the medical level of the Legion Apothecary, just one point: the Space Marine Apothecary is also a Space Marine.
"Then, you are the only one left." Wo Kuotai said, activating the power sword's disintegrating force field and looking down at his broken legs.
Damn it, you don't mean to... Fu Qinghai was shocked when he saw this scene.
Wo Kuotai gestured at his legs with the power sword, and then swung it down suddenly.
The faint blue cracking force field cut Wokuotai's legs with broken leg armor in half like a hot knife cutting butter without any stagnation.
Wo Kuotai groaned, blood spurted out, and the wound was immediately covered by the hemostatic gel of the armor's life support system. The blood condensed into a blood clot at the base of Wo Kuotai's thigh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and further scabbed. It is the Lamanre organs in the Space Marine's chest that secrete the Lamanre cells scattered in the blood vessels and act rapidly.
Doing amputation surgery on yourself, are all Space Marines such cruel people? Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
At this time, Fu Qinghai suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the corpses of Cedric and others were scattered on the ground. There seemed to be strange scars on the arm of one corpse.
Fu Qinghai couldn't restrain his curiosity and squatted down to observe.
It's a sign of gnawing.
Fu Qinghai's eyes widened, he suddenly raised his head to look at Wo Kuotai, and took two steps back calmly.
"You eat people?" Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.
Wo Kuotai raised his head, looked directly into Fu Qinghai's eyes calmly, and said, "The nutrient solution in the life-support device is only enough for me to survive for three days, and my stomach can digest many kinds of organic matter to provide my body with the necessary energy. , including the corpses of the enemy."
The corpse of the enemy... Wo Kuotai was so open-minded that Fu Qinghai didn't know how to answer for a while. The moral concepts of the Warhammer 40K universe were very different from those of the previous life on Earth. Fu Qinghai also had difficulty adapting to lobotomizing living people and transforming them into servitors at first. This behavior is commonplace among people here.
Fu Qinghai could only nod and said: "Okay."
Indeed, a mature Space Marine cannot let himself starve to death, that would be too cowardly.
In the following time, Fu Qinghai began to pick through the safe areas in the wreckage of the battleship, found suitable materials, and made a tow bucket to be hung behind the jet motorcycle, because although Ogedai lost his legs, As a space warrior, his body size is still far larger than that of ordinary people, and he cannot sit on a jet motorcycle.
This drag bucket has no wheels, it is simply a steel plate with a certain curvature placed on the ground.
During the process of manufacturing this drag bucket, Fu Qinghai had to say that the indestructible power sword was really a very useful cutting tool. Even if it was not used to cut people, it was very efficient as a manufacturing tool.
After searching for some usable weapons and supplies in the ruins, the three of them prepared to return to the colonial stronghold.
Wo Kuotai put his hands on the ground and placed himself on the tow truck made by Fu Qinghai. He tightly clasped the edges of both sides of the tow truck with both hands and looked at Fu Qinghai with eyes full of suspicion.
Fu Qinghai comforted him: "Don't worry, I'll ask Fei Yi to drive slower."
"Rumble..." The girl twisted her delicate hands and the jet motorcycle started.
Wo Kuotai, who had lost his legs, was sitting in the tow truck. He felt a little nervous at the moment. For some reason, he remembered the first time he participated in the battleship jump gang, and the first time he participated in the orbital airborne...
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