In the midst of the hectic noise, the hoarse voice of Wokotai on the radio is particularly eye-catching.

"Space Marine, assemble!"

War room.

All the Space Marines are seated, including Fu Jinghai, a new Space Marine.

All of them were in power armor, neatly dressed, helmets hugged around their waists, ready to go.

Let's all look at the end of the conference table.

At the end of the conference table, the expressionless Wo Kotai on the wheelchair didn't talk much nonsense, slid back a position, and said:

"Captain Adenauer, please, explain the situation for us."

A middle-aged officer with a black beard in a straight uniform stepped forward and introduced:

"Warriors, this is the case."

As his fingers flickered, a holographic projection rose in the middle of the table.

A blue-green planet.

"We have reached the edge of the Sun Star Field, the Lesser Star Zone, the specific coordinates have been surveyed, the energy of the Short Sword is quite sufficient, but other materials are insufficient, and the damaged parts in the previous battle cannot be completely repaired, and the damage management team is seriously short of materials."

"The closest to us is this planet, number 09-177."

"I need you to land on this planet, find out, and get enough supplies for the Gladius."

Wokotai slid forward for a while, cleared his throat, and said:

"This planet, numbered 09-177, was last updated in the logbook: 2.756.094.M30, Expeditionary Fleet 9, Eighteenth Legion Salamanders, reclaim the world."

"But this time is too far away from us, the rebellion has happened, and none of us knows what the situation of this planet is now, so before getting supplies, I will send a tactical team to the surface to find out the situation in the capital city before the planet is reclaimed, this place marked as the city of 'Bang Luojia'."

As the fingers of the Wokotai rotated, the planet presented by the holographic projection also rotated rapidly and continued to zoom in.

Finally, a horizontal projection of the height of the city's buildings is presented.

"The quartermaster handed over the list of supplies needed to Talral, and this operation was led by Talral, who selected the personnel, and the rest stayed on the battleship."

Adenauer then briefed the crowd on the meagre amount of information about the planet and the city, partly from the logbook and partly from the Ornith.

Finally, Ogedai concluded: "Warriors, Chagatai Zarud, I don't know how many of you are 'Star Hunters' who joined the Legion before the Great Expedition, but I do know that the bloodline of the Scouts has not been lost in the inheritance of genetic seeds, we are not those Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists who can only fight stupid battles, we have long been accustomed to getting supplies from our enemies!" ”

"Let's go! If the planet remains loyal to the Empire, then let them provide the necessary supplies to the Imperial army, and if the planet has already shamefully groveled to traitors, then take supplies from the enemy and bring them destruction by the way! ”

The fighters roared.

After giving a short combat speech in Ogedei, Fu Jinghai, who was ordered by Talal, also followed the other soldiers to the boarding deck.

The boarding deck was still as busy as it was, with welding sparks flickering and oil-stained maintenance workers and servants coming and going.

In a clearing of the clearing, a large storm bird has been waiting for a long time.

The warriors lined up, and the huge hatch outside the deck slowly opened, revealing the true face of the planet.

…………

Inside the storm bird, accompanied by the turbulence and noise passing through the atmosphere, Fu Jinghai asked Talal, who was sitting opposite:

"Shall we just drive straight away?"

Taral smiled and said, "I know what you want to ask, the planet's orbital defense system has failed, and the outer space station is empty, and there is no response to our signals, and Ogedai guesses that they have been 'patronized' by other legions." ”

Fu Jinghai understood, the army that patronized this planet destroyed all the military facilities on it, leaving behind a planet that was almost naked, if the attitude of this planet was loyal, then it must be the fleet of the rebel legion, and vice versa.

After a while, the storm bird slowly landed on the ground.

The Space Marines quickly streamed out of the landing port that had been lowered behind the Stormbird's butt.

Fu Jinghai's hard, magnetic soles, stepped on a piece of soft and damp humus, and the dead leaves clicked under his feet.

Fu Jinghai's gaze looked around through the helmet goggles, and there was a lush tropical rainforest.

Albuslang, who was standing beside Fu Jinghai, took a deep breath, and his voice came out of the loudspeaker:

"I can feel the air here full of moisture through the breathing valve."

"Nourish...... Warriors. Talal's voice rang out from the communication channel, "In order to prevent being observed by equipment that may exist in the city, our landing site is still 30 kilometers away from the city of Panroga, now, follow me, maintain tactical formation, and go!" ”

The warriors of White Scar straightened up their formation and followed Talal headlong into the jungle.

…………

The Astartes quickly reached a hillside on the edge of the city, and could already see a faint cluster of earthy buildings in the distance.

At this distance, the communication channels remained silent, and Taral reached out to signal the team to stop, and he turned his head to look at the Space Marine on his left and made a gesture.

That's what it means to scratch your tongue.

The warrior nodded, and led another warrior into the jungle.

Fu Jinghai and others rested on the spot.

A short time later, two warriors came to the hillside with a thin, dark-skinned old man.

The tall Space Marines carried the old man like a chick, and he put the old man on the ground, and the old man in a shabby gown with his hands on his shoulders, his eyes shrunk to look at the steel giants around him, and his thin body trembled.

Taral removed his helmet, revealing his weather-beaten bronzed face, and asked the old man in the gentlest tone possible:

"Can you understand my language?"

The old man nodded fearfully.

"Good." Talal raised his hand and pointed to the earthy yellow buildings in the distance, "Is that Bang Luojia?" ”

The old man nodded again, "Ba Luojia." He repeated it, just with a strange accent.

Maybe that's the correct pronunciation of the city.

After some questioning, the White Scar warriors learned that most of the local people did not know about the arrival of the Gladius and the Stormbird, at least the old man did not know, he was just a poor man living in the suburbs, and a few months ago, a spaceship carrying the same Celestial Demon Soldiers as the Talrals came to Bangroga, and they not only killed the officials of the Empire stationed on this planet, but also caused massacres in the city for no reason, and then left in a hurry.

After listening to the old man's description of the appearance of the group of "Heavenly Demon Divine Soldiers", the corners of Talal's mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, and he said in a disgusted tone:

"It's those damn bats."

Fu Jinghai nodded, the Eighth Legion, the Midnight Lord, the legion is marked by a fanged skull with bat wings.

If White Scar is just unruly, or more in line with the culture of the mother planet Chogris than the rules of the Empire, and is still within the realm of professional soldiers, then the Midnight Lord Legion is a bunch of outright thugs and criminals.

His actions were cruel and horrific, and he did not have the slightest honor of a soldier.

Despised by other legions.

Even before the Horus Rebellion, the Midnight Lords had already committed several horrific massacres, and the original Conrad Coz was asked to go to Terra to answer the accusations and be interrogated, and before Terra arrived, the Horus Rebellion occurred, and the Midnight Ghost Conrad Coz rebelled.

The question now is whether the Midnight Lords have committed massacres out of habit and tyranny, or if they have thrown themselves into the arms of terror and slaughtered for the sake of sacrifice and pleasing the evil gods.

If the latter is the case, the situation in Nabang Logari is a bit more complicated.

Fu Jinghai shook his head, it shouldn't be the latter, if it is a demon ascension or sacrifice, let alone this city, I am afraid that there will not be a living person left on this planet, and I will not be able to meet the old man in front of me.

At the same time, the warriors of the White Scar learned that after the Midnight Lords killed the unwilling Imperial officials on the planet and caused a massacre among the natives, they looted some supplies from the planet and left.

Immediately after that, the planet split into a power pattern divided by many local warlords, large and small.

And the royal family of the former dynasty, which was overthrown by the imperial expeditionary fleet a long time ago, also jumped out some people who are said to be descendants of the royal bloodline, and these people occupied the city of Bang Luojia, the capital of the planet.

Hearing that the Midnight Lord's men had left, and that the city was now occupied by a group of natives, Taral smacked his lips with some interest and said to the Astartes around him:

"Let's go, go at full speed, don't fire the building marked on the target map until you receive my order."

The Astartes tucked their blasters into their waists and ran down the hill with all their might.

The poor old man was left where he was, and by the time he returned to the city, it was estimated that the city had changed owners.

Despite maintaining a forward speed of 50 kilometers per hour, the Space Marines are still calm, and even have the leisure to talk nonsense in the channel after the communication channel is reopened.

Albuslang looked at the earthy buildings in the distance, with their exotic round spires and colorful glittering glass, and said:

"It can be seen that it hasn't been long since this planet was recovered, at least their cities haven't been completely nested."

One of the warriors beside him answered, "You know, my biggest fear hundreds of years ago was that Chogris would become a goddamn nest. ”

His voice sounded muffled and sulky, accompanied by heavy footsteps, as if the Colossus was stomping on the ground.

The other warrior said disdainfully as he ran: "Come on, Aaron, if you have the leisure to talk nonsense here, you might as well think about how to make your legs faster, it's not that you're holding us down by running so slowly." ”

The warrior named Aaron was immediately furious, and shouted in a muffled voice, ", you come and put on this armor and try it!" I mean, you can't be jealous that I can wear Terminator armor, right? ”

"Fuck Your Fuck (Gothic: Funny Mud Pee)" ......"

The White Scar Squad that landed on the planet is a standard tactical squad, and the sparrows are small but have all the organs.

Among the six people, there were two bag-jumping pilots equipped with jetpacks, and the power backpacks behind them were a full circle larger than Fu Jinghai's, and the two specially shaped thick pipe exhaust ports were even larger and exaggerated, extending downward to double jets like the turbofan vents of fighter jets in previous lives.

In addition to this, it is equipped with a Terminator Astarte wearing the Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Armor.

Aron is equipped with the first generation of tactical dreadnought armor, which is marked by a canine-like helmet, the armor has a thicker terracotta steel guard plate than ordinary power armor, a more complex network of electronic muscle beams, and a skeleton made of pure gold, the whole person is much taller and wider than the average space marine.

This armor, which sacrifices agility and speed, is designed for use in melee combat and assault, and is designed to deal with more powerful battlefield firepower.

If you leave aside the bulky Terminator, Fu Jinghai's squad can move forward at a faster pace.

At the edge of the city in the distance, at the top of a towering spire, a soldier in a robe and armed with a rifle pulled his companion to him, pointed to the yellow smoke and dust rising in the distance, and asked:

"What do you see is that?"

The companion turned around, was immediately shocked, and hurriedly rushed into the room, shouting into the microphone:

"Warning, an armored vehicle is closing in on us, not a wheeled vehicle, it's ...... It's a humanoid armored vehicle, God, it's the demons, they're back! ”

After a few minutes of full speed forward, Fu Jinghai could already vaguely see the outline of the city wall in the distance, and as soon as his mind moved, the picture compensation system built into the helmet was activated, and the scene in front of him instantly narrowed in and became clear - an ancient masonry city wall temporarily reinforced by steel, the gate was slowly closing, and some improvised barricades were also being arranged.

"Taral ......," Fu Jinghai reminded in a deep voice.

"I see it." Taral responded lightly, and then arranged: "The Terminator rushes forward, open the door for me, jump to the two wings, and don't fire yet." ”

As the Astartes approached the gates quickly, a few sporadic bullets hit the ground in front of them, ricocheting and clanging on the terracotta steel plates.

Rather than an attack, the warning may be a little more meaningful.

This caliber bullet, not to mention ricocheting, is difficult to leave a mark on the ceramic steel guard even if it is close to direct fire, and the Space Marines soldiers ignored it at all and still moved forward at full speed.

As they approached the gate, the formation dispersed, and the trailing Terminator strode forward with heavy steps, a dark blue arc flashing on the huge and hideous power fist in his right hand, and the Cracking Stance Generator began to operate.

Then, with his raised arm, he threw a straight fist against the thick concrete gate.

"Bang-"

The smoke and dust were filled, the rubble was flying, and the powerful terminator did not slow down or freeze in the slightest, and the whole person crashed into the city gate along the gap that was smashed.

The improvised barricade had already been flattened and knocked away, and the team members who followed behind quickly followed, entering the city gate through the large hole in the Terminator's armor.

Behind the city gate is the wide stone street, the whole city spreads along the gentle hillside, no need for a map, along the wide central avenue, Fu Jinghai looked up and saw the target building in the distance.

At the far end of the road and the highest point of the city, there is a tall building that does not fit in with the surrounding earthy exotic paintings, a strange mixture of Gothic aesthetic and industrial modernism, said to have been the work of a famous architect of the Imperial Expedition.

The Human Empire is stationed in the Planetary Governor's Palace.

The Astartes continued their run towards the Doge's Palace. Strangely, the bustling street that was supposed to be the capital of the country was deserted, and the wide street was empty, except for three or two passers-by who hid in panic into their houses, revealing a pair of frightened eyes through the windows.

Are people all hiding, or?

…… Fu Jinghai's heart sank, the Midnight Lords might have made more killings than he had imagined.

With no time to pay attention to the situation in the city, the Space Marines need to quickly take control of the Doge's Palace.

Along the way, I saw soldiers in robes constantly assembling towards the Governor's Palace, but Taral and the others ignored it, destroying a city is easy for a Space Marine, but it is difficult to control a city, especially if the tactical team is only six people.

It's also good to gather it together, so it's convenient to catch it all in one go.

The magnificent Governor's Mansion was in front of him, and the two jumping bags quickly moved to the sides, their legs bent and their knees sank, and the jetpack behind them erupted with a roar, and in an instant, the raging flames erupted along with the air current, and the two flyers ejected and soared high into the air, one landed steadily on the roof balcony, and the other directly smashed the glass window and rushed into the top floor room.

Fu Jinghai and the others also drew their guns and followed the Terminator onto the smooth and bright marble steps.

The Terminator at the front tore open the ornate glass door, and before he could see what was inside, the tactical team was greeted by a storm of lasers and cannonballs.

The super reflexes granted by Astarte's transformation surgery allowed Fu Jinghai and Talal and the others to move sideways to the sides to dodge the moment they entered the hall, leaving a bunch of cannonballs missing.

Only Aron in tactical dreadnought armor still stood in the center of the gate, withstanding the storm, the warhead of the automatic cannon firing a golden line of fire off his solid terracotta armor, and he simply raised his arm to block the helmet.

In the center of the hall, in two piles of makeshift bunkers, two large-caliber automatic cannons are pouring fire on the Astartes, and behind them are mortal soldiers with terrified and frenzied faces.

"Fire!" Taral did not hesitate to order, he has never been a soft-hearted person, not to mention that other people's automatic cannons are in the face.

At such a close distance, Albuslang and Fu Jinghai casually fired two automatic cannons, and the powerful mass explosive shells turned the enemy's barrel into a mass of charred and twisted metal, and the gunner became a puddle of flesh and blood pasted on the mass of metal.

A large number of mortal soldiers poured out from behind the doors of each room, shouting loudly and frantically in an incomprehensible language, with no courage or fighting spirit on their faces, only fear, and they used their weapons to attack the tactical team in a chaotic manner.

Fu Jinghai noticed that what they were holding in their hands was the standard standard laser gun of the Imperial Mortal Army, including the two automatic cannons that had just been scrapped, which were also the active weapons of the Imperial Army.

The scarlet light of the laser gun hit the power armor, leaving only a charred black mark, which could not be penetrated at all, the power was so small, no wonder the laser gun of the imperial mortal army was jokingly called the "flashlight", Fu Jinghai thought to himself.

Instead of firing, Taral raised one arm to stop, and the megaphone around his armor's neck sounded:

"Stop, ceasefire, we are not your enemies!"

But to no avail, the soldiers fell into a great sense of fear, and only knew to keep pulling the trigger, as if they could not hear what he was saying.

A laser shot slammed straight into Talral's helmet, causing his senses to be overwhelmed by a static noise and a snowflake in his goggles.

"Damn it." Talal didn't need to aim, and raised his hand from memory to knock the soldiers down with a few shots, "Silence them!" ”

Fu Jinghai and Albuslang followed closely with continuous shooting, and in the yellow cross flames that erupted from the muzzle of the explosive gun, the soldiers were instantly knocked down, and the scene finally fell silent.

Even if the less powerful subsonic bullet is replaced in advance, it is still difficult for the unarmored human body hit by the blaster gun to be able to breathe, Taral looked at the mess in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"Let's go, take control of the Governor's Palace, search and check the situation inside, and gather at the top floor in 10 minutes."

The crowd dispersed and searched the rooms one by one.

Fu Jinghai stepped over a tattered corpse, and the face of the owner of the corpse still had a frightened expression before death.

Even the threat of death could not stop them from fearing, what were they afraid of...... Fu Jinghai thought silently in his heart.

There was only sporadic resistance left in the entire Doge's Palace, and the Astartes did not start killing again, and quickly swept the entire building.

Ten minutes later, in the large office on the top floor, everyone gathered.

Talal stood at the large oak desk that had belonged to the Planetary Governor, but it was empty.

Talal's helmet was placed on the table, and he looked around at the warriors who had found nothing in front of him, and asked:

"Have you found someone in charge?"

The fighters shook their heads.

Talar's order was to arrest someone who looked like the ruler of the city, but Fu Jinghai saw only soldiers in this building.

"Talral." A voice came from outside the door, and Albuthlang entered the door carrying a chubby man in a gorgeous costume.

He threw the fat black man on the floor and said, "This man said that the prime minister and the princess are in the palace behind the mountain. ”

The fat black man who was thrown on the ground crawled on the ground and wept bitterly, shouting, "Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......"

"Prime Minister? Princess? Taral frowned.

"It may be the so-called restoration forces of the previous dynasty." One of the fighters reminded.

"Shall we go to that palace and arrest the so-called prime minister and princess?" Albuslang asked.

"Hmm...... There is no hurry. Taral was noncommittal," Aoyama. ”

Taral turned his head to look at Fu Jinghai and pointed to a defunct contemplative system next to the oak table.

Fu Jinghai understood, took off his helmet, and half-squatted in front of the machine.

Talal picked up the helmet on the table and put it on, and said in a loud voice: "All the rest, let's go, let's go and meet the so-called prime minister, and see where the gap between him and Makado is." ”

The fighters let out a chuckle.

Demon Pattern Machado is the Prime Minister of the Human Empire, the second in command of the Empire, and the third most powerful psyker in the entire Empire after the Emperor and Magnus the Red Devil.

Dare to joke with the prime minister of the empire, Talal was not as rigid and rigorous as when he was the deputy of Wokotai when he led the troops, Fu Jinghai thought to himself.

After the attempt to start it failed, Fu Jinghai lifted the shell of the Ponderor system, and a familiar smell of engine oil mixed with preservatives came to his face, and Fu Jinghai skillfully rummaged through the dark thick pipes inside the machine with both hands.

The Ponderer system is not a purely mechanical computer, but acts as a processor in the Ponderor system, which is a human brain that has undergone special treatment such as embalming, and is a "brain in a vat".

Like parchment, it is also a product of the AI phobia of the Human Empire, which can be understood as a special machine servant with calculus and modeling capabilities, and is a computer system with the characteristics of Warhammer 40K.

During his studies with Master Kunto, Fu Jinghai was no stranger to this kind of imperial standard computer.

After a while, the machine started up, and the screen lit up with the Empire's eagle emblem symbol.

Fu Jinghai entered the system to look for it, and after browsing the planetary resource catalog, strategic reserve warehouse information, tithe collection statistics and other information, Fu Jinghai silently wrote down these data.

At present, White Scar still knows too little about this planet, and when he saw a document of "09-177 Moradigan Governance Memorandum", Fu Jinghai opened it easily, and Fu Jinghai quickly browsed it and knew it in his heart.

The local name of this planet is Moradigan, a world where the level of military technology has just reached the level of bolt-action rifles, and the dynasty that rules it is also called Moradigan, and the royal family of this dynasty is called the Fioris family, because it refused to surrender to the Human Empire, so it was destroyed by the 09 expeditionary fleet.

It is said that there are also some members of the royal family scattered among the people, and these so-called "exiled royals" have created some negligible ruling costs for the imperial governor.

After Fu Jing customs the machine, he rummaged through the governor's office, and the cabinets and drawers were all empty, and it seemed that they had already been searched.

After solving the matter here, Fu Jinghai quickly rushed to the palace behind the mountain according to the information left by Talal.

The pale yellow grand building sandwiched between two mountains in front of me has tall stone columns hugged by several people, and the roof is a round spire common in the city, quite a mix of ancient Greek + Arabic style.

Fu Jinghai walked into the palace, in the empty and vast space, the light was bright, the high dome, the intricate murals, and the layers of jute made of light curtains gently fluttered with the breeze.

In the middle of the main hall, the white-scarred space marines have controlled some people who look like officials in gorgeous clothes, and in the middle of the space marines is a white-haired old man wearing a white floor-length robe, whose appearance resembles Plato in "The Academy of Athens".

The bald, white-haired, white-bearded old man stubbornly raised his head and glared angrily at Talral, who was half a body taller than him.

Hearing the voice, Taral turned his head to look at Fu Jinghai and asked, "Is it done?" ”

Fu Jinghai nodded and said, "There are what we want, and the location is clear, but I don't know how much is left after being looted by the traitors." ”

Taral turned his head, took off his helmet, showed his face, looked at the old man in front of him, who was only at the height of his chest, and said in a sincere tone:

"Let me emphasize again, although we may look alike in your eyes, we are indeed different from the previous group of people, we have no intention of killing on the planet, as long as you are willing to cooperate with us."

The old man blew his beard and glared, "But you just killed three hundred of our soldiers!" ”

Talal waved his arms helplessly, and said, "That's a forced counterattack, you attack us first, okay, listen to me......"

Fu Jinghai was not interested in the political negotiations between Talal and the "prime minister", and he stood aside and looked up to admire the murals on the dome and walls.

The mural seems to tell the story of Genesis, and this story has nothing to do with Terra, the true birthplace of humanity.

Unlike the Empire, which favored heavy, opaque velvet, the locals seemed to prefer to use light, semi-sheer hemp fabrics as curtains.

Fu Jinghai was admiring, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw through a light red linen curtain, and the stone bricks behind it were retracted, revealing a black hole in the barrel of a gun and the face of a woman wearing a hood.

Fu Jinghai's pupils shrank suddenly!

It doesn't take ballistics analysis to know who she is aiming at, and Talal is alone in the audience who is not wearing a helmet!

The moment he saw the barrel of the gun, Fu Jinghai's hand had already subconsciously touched his waist and was about to draw the gun, but it was too late, time slowed down at this moment, Fu Jinghai clearly saw the yellow flames bursting from the muzzle of the gun, and he seemed to see Talal's head being smashed like a watermelon, bursting into a few sparse petals of bright red blood.

"Phew!"

"Ding!"

The imaginary head burst did not appear, Taral stood in place without turning his head, just raised his arm to block his head with his palm, and the bullet hit Talal's black hand armor and exploded a small cluster of sparks, and it bounced away.

Fu Jinghai breathed a sigh of relief, the planet's backward weapons failed to penetrate the armor of the space marine, and when he saw that the blow missed, the attacker immediately retracted the barrel of the gun and disappeared from the hole in the wall.

And Talal, who was pretending to be a small wall, was expressionless, and turned his head to look at Fu Jinghai.

Fu Jinghai nodded in understanding, pulled out a power short blade inserted in his calf, and rushed towards the corridor behind the main hall.

Just now, Talal warned Fu Jinghai with a look: Don't get distracted on the battlefield.

Thinking that he had controlled the situation and was out of the battlefield environment, Fu Jinghai was distracted to admire the exotic decorations in the palace.

As everyone knows, as long as you set foot on the battlefield, you can't take it lightly at any time.

I learned another lesson today.

Seeing Fu Jinghai burrow into the dim corridor, Taral lowered his head and looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him, and his tone was a little mocking:

"That stupid assassin just now, could it be your princess?"

The old man closed his eyes in pain and despair.

After a while, it seemed that something was the same, and the old man slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice:

"Please don't hurt her, I'll meet your requests."

Talal nodded and said, "Don't worry, if she is really that princess, Qingshan will know it in his heart." ”

But after thinking about it, just in case, Taral turned on the communication channel and said softly:

"Aoyama, the assassin may be what they call a princess, I want to live."

"Roger." Fu Jinghai's voice was accompanied by some stinging electric currents, but he finally received it.

Entering the dim corridor, Fu Jinghai gradually slowed down his running pace, ignoring the two maids who fled in panic, he leaned his ear against the wall to listen.

After hearing the subtle sound, Fu Jinghai leaned sideways and smashed the ancient stone wall directly with a "bang".

Inside is an even darker passage, where the secret passage leads in all directions.

Fu Jinghai could only roughly judge the direction of the woman's escape, the huge palace, but he didn't know which secret passage it was in.

But he was not in the slightest hurry, and continued to run, listening intently, and hitting the wall.

Fu Jinghai didn't walk along the complicated secret passage at all, but just followed the direction in his memory, kicked the door when he encountered it, and hit the wall when he encountered it, he broke countless stone walls, and deliberately made a loud noise, spreading echoes in the winding dark passage.

Finally, after he smashed another stone wall, he faintly heard a low cry of suppressed horror and trembling.

Fu Jinghai smiled, pulled his feet and ran wildly in the direction of the sound, and then, in the dark and invisible corridor, he heard the panicked and hurried footsteps, the screams of the woman......

A minute later, Fu Jinghai stood quietly in front of the glass window on the second floor, looking at the green lawn below, and suddenly a large piece of turf was lifted along with the soil, revealing a square hole in a black hole, and a woman wearing a hood and a robe came out of the hole in a panic, she looked back in horror, and ran away to the open area in the distance.

"Create fear, use fear to force people out in the dark." There was a sigh in my ears.

At some point, an Astarte with a jet bag on his back stood beside Fu Jinghai.

"You know, Aoyama, your methods are very similar to those of the Midnight Lord."

"Really?" Fu Jinghai shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal, "The people of this city are already frightened, why don't I take advantage of this?" The means don't matter, the result matters, doesn't it, Humar. ”

After speaking, Fu Jinghai pushed open the glass window and jumped down from the second floor.

The Jumping Bag Flyer behind him muttered to himself: "Albuthlang is really right about you, cunning and unscrupulous warrior. ”

After a while, Fu Jinghai walked back with a woman in one hand.

The woman struggled in mid-air, pleading bitterly:

"Please, don't kill me, please......"

This woman, with a high nose and deep-set eyes, long eyelashes and gray-blue eyes, thick black hair, slightly rough light brown skin and long grasshopper-like legs made her look less like a pampered princess.

It seems that life in exile for the royal family is not easy either...... Fu Jinghai thought secretly.

He looked ahead and replied lightly: "You are so afraid of death, why do you have the courage to shoot at our commander?" ”

Unexpectedly, the woman stopped struggling, and she said in a trembling tone with hatred and fear:

"Because you have slaughtered our people, and we have submitted to your rule, you still torture them, and make fun of them with cruel punishments, even the old and the children!"

Her eyes were full of fear, and in the fear there was humiliation and unwillingness, combined with her pitiful gray-blue eyes, I really saw pity.

I was so afraid of death just now, why is it that I am suddenly bitter and bitter now?

Fu Jinghai felt that this change was a little abrupt, but he didn't think much about it, and only explained:

"I told you that we weren't in the same league as the gang before, and believe it or not, they killed even the governor we sent."

He handed the woman in his hand to the jumping bag flyers waiting behind the main hall.

The passage in the palace has been knocked beyond recognition by Fu Jinghai, and the jumping bag flyer lifted the woman and directly activated the jetpack and crossed over from the top of the high palace.

Fu Jinghai strolled leisurely into the palace that was smashed by him.

He knew that he would have to pay if he wanted to use the princess to coerce the old man to cooperate with the Astartes to collect supplies, so he was not in a hurry.

Before I knew it, I was entering a large room, with a heavy solid wood door open, carpeted inside, and layers of light gauze draperies, behind which was a large bed.

The faint fragrance in the air drifted into Fu Jinghai's nose through the filter of the breathing valve, Fu Jinghai looked at the delicate and gorgeous dresser and various wardrobes in front of him, and thought to himself whether this should be the boudoir of the "princess".

Fu Jinghai casually opened a drawer under the dresser.

Inside was a bunch of women's panties of different styles, gauzy, cotton, linen...... With a faint smell of soap, the design is quite tricky.

Belch......

Fu Jinghai pushed the drawer back without changing his color.

I don't know what kind of mentality is at work, Fu Jinghai opened another drawer.

However, what appeared inside made Fu Jinghai raise his eyebrows.

There was something lying quietly in a drawer.

Something that should never be here.

A Swiss Army knife.

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