The crimson lasers of the laser cannon swept across the battlefield, the shells of the battle cannon burst out with the high temperature, the roar of the main cannon delivered death, and a sentry mech that was accidentally hit, the cabin evaporated along with the pilot inside.

The Riemann Ruth tank, which opened fire in time, greatly shared the pressure faced by Fu Qinghai.

The standard model of the Sentinel Mech has a heavy explosive bomb or logging gun mounted on the side, and the special model has a chainsaw sword or boom.

The logging gun is okay, the logging gun is essentially a large-caliber automatic cannon, the main thing is that the rate of fire is fast, the armor-piercing ability is not good, unless it happens to hit the goggles or something, there is no way to penetrate the blue shell power armor.

But the heavy explosive bomb is different, the 1.0 caliber heavy explosive bomb is more powerful and penetrating stronger than the .75 caliber standard explosive bomb, in the blink of an eye, Fu Qinghai was hit by at least three heavy explosive bombs at the same time, the arm armor and the armor were all shattered, and the thickest shoulder armor was broken, which was the result of his sensitive and timely dodge.

The defense of the Blue Shell Power Armor is much higher than that of the MK4 Extreme Power Armor, but it has not yet achieved essential innovation and breakthroughs.

Fortunately, at the moment when Fu Qinghai gave the order to open fire, several Riemann Ruth tanks released their chimneys, and after a few "bangs", the smoke bombs dragged their trails across the curve and ejected to the ground in all directions, and the thick white smoke shrouded the battlefield and obscured Fu Qinghai's figure.

This is the standard procedure for the Imperial Guard when fighting together, and Cyril is instigated, but not stupid.

Thick smoke shrouded the main road and the ravines on both sides, and in the white fog of war, yellow flames and crimson lasers lit up from time to time, and the Riemann Ruth tank, equipped with a thermal imaging observation system, continued to fire in the smoke.

The fast-moving Space Marine, stirring up a thick fog, the ghostly figure disappearing from time to time, the red light of the eyepiece swimming in the mist, whenever he appears next to the Sentinel Mech, accompanied by the buzz of the chainsaw, and the sharp and piercing sound of metal tearing, there must be a Sentinel Mecha to fall.

After the death of Humphrey Bentham, the Second Regiment was ready to retreat, and the Sentinel Mechs on both sides took a step forward, turned their bodies and retreated, intending to use the complex terrain to get rid of the pursuit of the First Regiment.

But Fu Qinghai didn't plan to let them go.

Viewed from above, the Sentinels resemble a flock of ostriches running for their lives through the rolling hills, chased by a Space Marine, much smaller than them, with a sword in his hand.

Fu Qinghai ran quickly with his sword, encountered ravines and boulders, jumped up directly, and the air pack spewed air and flames, helping Fu Qinghai to cross the obstacles, like a tiger pounced, the huge impact knocked over the sentry mecha in front of him, and the fallen fuselage ploughed out two tunnels in the dirt...... Fu Qinghai rolled over and stood up, pulled out the bloodied chainsaw sword from the dumped cabin, and then turned his head to look at the next unlucky guy who was fleeing.

Space Marines have plasma guns, hot melt cannons, and deflagration guns...... They have all kinds of anti-vehicle weapons, but have you ever seen a reckless man slashing mechs with chainsaw swords?

It's too reckless to provoke.

The fighting on both sides of the main road had died down, and the fog had gradually dissipated.

Cyril leaned out of the roof hatch, took out his binoculars and looked at Fu Qinghai, who was frantically chasing and slashing in the distance, and sighed with emotion:

"One man, one sword, thousands of enemies, worthy of the legendary Astarte, the world's bravery, should be so."

Just a Space Marine who was a pathfinder in the early stage, and he was so powerful, how terrifying should the space fleet behind him be?

Cyril thought of this, and couldn't help but be glad that he wasn't on the wrong side.

Soon, except for some of the diehards of the Bentham family, after they were all killed by Fu Qinghai, the remaining sentry mechs turned off their flames and knelt on the ground, and the pilot raised his hands and walked down the cabin to express his surrender.

When the soldiers from the Chimera armored personnel carrier came to the hill in a search formation with laser guns, they saw the mecha driver kneeling in a circle with his hands raised, and in the middle was a small armored giant holding a chainsaw sword, his armor was charred and broken, and his eyepieces were scarlet and cold.

……

"What's the goal after that, my lord, is it the arsonists or the punishments?"

Cyril asked Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai gently wiped the blade of Qingzhifang's sword with a rag, threw down the blood-stained rag after wiping, inserted the chainsaw sword back into his waist, and said:

"Those are two infantry regiments with no armored vehicles, there is no threat to me, I leave it to you to deal with, I have more important things to do."

Cyril was in his heart at the moment with sincere admiration:

Actually, I don't think these two armored regiments are a big threat to you.

Lieutenant Colonel Cyril nodded and accepted the task.

The "arsonist" regiment was stationed in the main nest, and tanks and armored vehicles could not drive in, so they were not considered for the time being. The number of noble superintendents of the "Punishment" regiment is small, and they have to be distracted to suppress the criminals, so there is no need to worry at all, and the tank can be persuaded to surrender when it drives over.

Just as Fu Qinghai said, Cyril took out all the mecha fuel from the "Pacers" regiment and poured it into the fuel tanks of the Riemann Ruth tank, and the armored troops rumbled on the road again.

Fu Qinghai's gaze looked at the majestic black city like a mountain in the distance, dense points of light were scattered among them, sewage rivers flowed down like waterfalls, countless columns of highly toxic smoke converged into the clouds, and the vast spiky towers pierced into the top of the clouds with no end in sight.

……

Schwerin nest, spire area.

On the turbulent sea of white clouds, the clouds rolled, the clouds piled up, all the time, curling, undulating, and dissipating.

The sun is always shining here, the sky is always clear, and the vague outline of the spaceport is faintly visible in the blue sky overhead.

This is a huge meeting room, with huge floor-to-ceiling glass transparent and spotless, with a panoramic view of the boundless sea of white clouds outside the window.

From floor to ceiling, there are frescoes of gold, silver and lapis lazuli, and under the thick red velvet curtains, gold tassels hang down, and the patterns on the floor radiate from the conference table to the heart.

The combination of wealth and light plunges the room into a state of luxury, and the operating panel and display screen of the conference table are almost dominated by the visual impact of these decorations.

A thin old man sat in a seat at the conference table, and he sat alone, quietly watching the sea of white clouds outside the window.

Yes, there is only one person, because the servant who stands by is not a person.

The servant's black gown, delicate twill, and delicate bronze buttons were enough to make the poor people of the nest blush, and most of its ribcage had been replaced by a cocktail maker, a row of delicate brass faucets protruding from its chest, and its hands held a tray with crystal goblets in it.

Its head is inlaid with four detectors on the front and back, left and right, which is convenient for it to observe words and colors in all directions, capture the most subtle voice information, and will not leave behind the needs of any guest.

He stroked the corner of the conference table with his fingers and whispered to himself:

Gladys...... Cyrillic...... What do you want to tell me......"

"Astarte coming out of the nest...... The sudden rise of the Spartan gang ......"

"Who are you? What exactly do you want to do? ”

The servant's wet brain was a little unturned, and it didn't know if the old man was giving it some kind of order, and its delicate and dexterous mechanical fingers were raised and lowered, and it tried to search for answers from its memory.

Gladys...... Gladys Somerfeld.

A picture image corresponds to the servant's memory.

The light gray hair characteristic of the Somerfeld family is combed into a high bun, fixed by hairpins, the hair on the side of the ears is coiled into delicate small curls, the straight nose tip, the plump thick lips, the smooth and three-dimensional jawline, but the corners of the mouth are always downward, full of contempt and disdain for the people or things around them.

Cyrillic...... Cyril Sommerfeld.

A fair-faced middle-aged man, dressed in a military uniform with no beard, his gray-white hair neatly combed back, a man who still had to be clean and tidy even in the oil-stained tank camp.

This is the information stored in the servant's memory, so that it can quickly recognize the noble family members, as well as their respective tastes and hobbies.

The two nouns in the old man's mouth correspond to the information in the memory memory.

There was only one term that made the servants particularly confused.

Astarte ......

What does that mean?

What is the name of a wine?

……

The nest of the Schweilin is the passage from the lower nest to the upper nest.

The Spartan gang led by Koshvito is confronting the Homicus bailiffs.

A dozen bailiffs, dressed in iron-gray fully enclosed bulletproof armor and armed with concussion batons, concussion carbines, and combat shotguns, carefully and cautiously surrounded the Spartan warriors in the middle.

This is a very rare scene.

The Chaodu bailiffs are not so much a police force as they are the private army of the planetary governors, they never pay attention to civilized law enforcement and soft persuasion, once the marshals catch the slightest sign of crime, they will quickly and ferociously use extreme violence to suppress it.

For the Nest Bailiffs, whether it's White or Nobody Lives Matter, they often sweep through entire settlements for a trumped-up reason.

The reason why these people are so cautious now is all because of the behavior of Koshvito who smashed the three bailiffs with his bare hands just now.

They saw the weapon on the Koshvito magnetic hook.

However, he didn't even bring out his weapon.

This is even more tricky for the bailiffs.

"The Upper Nest is not the place for people like you, man."

A bailiff said in a deep voice, his voice coming from his helmet, slightly rough.

"We don't care if you fight and kill us in the lower nest, but if you insist on going to the upper nest, even if you pass our level, the arsonist regiment of the Schwerin Corps will be waiting for you above."

The bailiff threatened fiercely.

Koshvito said:

"We made a pact with the Somerfeld family that we could go to the nest."

Chaodu bailiff said:

"I've never received an order like this...... Wait a minute. ”

The bailiff suddenly pressed the communication device next to his ear, whispered something, then he raised his head, glanced at Koshvito, and after confirming it repeatedly, finally reluctantly let go of his body, and said:

"You can pass."

The gang members behind Koshvito all looked incredulous, and Koshvito's face under the golden mask only smiled.

This is all in his and Fu Qinghai's plans.

……

With the blowing waves and flying dust, a newly painted Valkyrie transport plane slowly stopped in front of Fu Qinghai.

With the nose of the Hind and the tail of the A10, like the Stormbird Landing Craft, the Valkyrie Transport has an angular and straight exterior that is also an Imperial Guard vehicle.

The fuselage features the double-headed Aquila crest, flanked by the Somerfeld family crest, and the Valkyrie's signature downward-curved wings, which are empty with no rocket nests or air-to-surface missiles underneath.

The transport plane was about to stop, and the turbofan on its back had not yet completely stopped, and an officer stepped out of the cabin, saluted Fu Qinghai, and said:

"Honorable Lord Astarte, the current patriarch of the Somerfeld family, Van Lundin Somerfeld, invites you to the spire."

Fu Qinghai thought about it in his heart.

The Planetary Garrison Schwerin Corps has died in name only: the strongest First Regiment has pledged allegiance to itself, the second Regiment with an undetermined position has lost its formation, the weakest Third Regiment has all surrendered, and the Fourth Regiment is stationed in the main nest city with an unknown attitude.

The largest military armed force on the surface of the Shiwei Nest has basically been taken care of by itself.

It's time for a showdown with the spire nobles.

It's just that he didn't expect that the people of the Somerfeld family would come to greet him so soon.

And what about the corvette?

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