Extreme Star Field, Yashan Star Area.

The most famous world in the Yashan Star Zone.

White Scarred Warband Home Planet and Recruiting World. The planet's atmosphere is full of water vapor, and storm clouds accumulate all year round, and it looks like a white ball from space, so it is often called "milky white Chogris".

Today, a large number of warships gather at the airport.

Almost every starship berth will be filled.

Far more than the number of warband fleets.

It's a once-in-a-century day for the tribesmen of this savage planet, and it's a day when the heirs of the Great Khan, scattered across the galaxy, return to the birthplace of the White Scar and return to Chogris for a heart-pounding extravaganza. The Buraku people who have lived on the surface of the earth all their lives will have the privilege of catching a glimpse of the faces of the prodigal sons who galloped through the sea of stars.

The once-in-a-century Kurultai Congress.

Those transformed emperor angels, during this period of two or three months, they gathered in the grassland, they raised their glasses and drank bitterly, they laughed uncontrollably...... They show off their most subtle and unrivaled martial arts, sharing clues to each other that they found in their search for the Great Khan. At the same time, it is more important to reaffirm and re-emphasize the agreement of a thousand years ago.

That oath called the "Golden Horde".

Today, the weather is particularly clear, there is not a single cloud in the sky, and the visibility of the air is very good. Standing on the grassland not far from Quanzhou, the herdsmen can see the huge hazy outline of the airport in the clear blue sky when they look up, and even see the tiny blurry figure of the starship passing through and docking when they look closely.

What a mesmerizing and desirable sky.

The herders withdrew their gaze and continued to whip their livestock.

A moment later, when he raised his head again, he suddenly found that the small and hazy starships around the outline of the airport, like frightened egrets on the edge of the beach, suddenly left the airport together, and then disappeared from view.

……

Chogris, orbital space.

The fleets of the various warbands went into a state of alert, and they turned their bows and broke away from the spaceport's connecting arms, forming a formation and flying in the direction of the outer galaxy.

Just now, an early warning came from the deep space observatory next to the Mandeville point outside the galaxy: an unknown and mysterious fleet broke through the reality barrier and descended here. The news instantly alarmed the fleets of the various warbands in the airport, and the starmarines returned to their respective warships en masse, and then drove towards the outer edge of the galaxy.

"A communication access request has been received."

The crew seated in front of the strategy desk spoke.

The Space Marine, standing behind him, muttered for a moment:

"Permission to connect."

At this time, the two sides have entered the range of each other's detection, and the holographic projection of the opposing fleet, the black and gold battleship livery and the unique style of the warband logo are projected on the strategic table, faintly reminding this interstellar soldier of the ancient legend of a thousand years ago - the generation of sub-groups that once summoned many sub-groups to create the "Golden Horde Agreement" but disappeared inexplicably.

"The Iron Float Band? Are they still alive? ”

The Space Marines said incredulously.

"The communication link was successfully established."

The technical crew in front of him spoke again.

A half-length figure emerges in front of the strategy table.

A handsome, calm-looking black-haired Space Marine, with a scar in the middle of the bridge of his nose and a rust-red gear skull logo on his left shoulder plate.

A quirky warband with a technical sergeant as the head of the warband!

Sure enough, it matched the details of the legend.

The Space Marines stared at each other's faces and their hearts jumped.

"Hello, Warlord of the Destroyer."

The other party said in a flat tone:

"I have come to the Kuriltai Conference in response to that promise a thousand years ago. Sorry, I'm late. ”

……

At night, the Horqin steppe under the starry sky.

White tents are staggered across the meadow.

In the middle of the tent was a roaring bonfire.

The sudden visit of the fleet of the Iron Floating Slaughter broke the rhythm of this Huriltai conference, and the starmarines of each wargroup were busy determining the identity of this missing subgroup from a thousand years ago, and the fleet also spent a lot of time docking at the airport to transfer supplies. By the time everything was settled, it was getting late.

"Crackle... Crackling ......"

From time to time, there was a faint popping sound in the campfire.

Space marines sit around a campfire in several factions.

The atmosphere was a little oppressive.

"I've seen you!"

A battle group leader finally couldn't help but break the silence, he stood up, pointed at Fu Qinghai and said loudly:

"I think back, I've seen you, I've seen you, I've seen you with my own eyes more than a thousand years ago. At that time I was just an ordinary soldier, following my company commander. Right here, the Horqin steppe, the same fire pond, the same tent, the same starry sky...... But why is your face exactly the same as it was a thousand years ago? ”

His voice was full of excitement at recognition.

But it also reveals a huge doubt:

Why hasn't your appearance changed at all?

The surrounding space marines were puzzled when they heard this, they carefully looked at Fu Qinghai's face, and looked at each other, and they could see the suspicion and confusion in their eyes.

Indeed, Fu Qinghai is too young.

Not to mention that as a war leader, even as an ordinary space marine, his appearance is a little too young, not to mention that he also claims to be a "veteran" more than a thousand years ago, and it is really not convincing to cooperate with this handsome face.

"If you don't mind if this finger of yours becomes a new ornament on my armor......"

Karamanda's face was gloomy and she slowly got up, and gently pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist and said indifferently:

"Then you can keep pointing like that."

"I'm just expressing my suspicions."

Hearing this, the battle group leader withdrew his hand and said.

"It's been just over a thousand years...... Just let the children of the white scar forget what politeness is? ”

Joshida also stood up and said gloomily:

"What right do you have to doubt, boy?"

"Boy?"

When the commander of the war group heard this word, he laughed angrily:

"I'm the Storm Lord's warlord, I'm ......"

"You're fucking you."

Josda interrupted him without hesitation:

"When I participated in the Great Expedition and quelled the Great Rebellion, you didn't know which corner of the nest capital to pick up garbage to eat, what dare you question us?"

"Whoa!"

Behind the Storm Lord Warlord also stood a group of Space Marines, their scarred faces full of rage, staring at the disdainful Moon Wolf Warriors.

The atmosphere became tense for a while, and the two groups of space marines rose up to confront each other, and almost drew their weapons to start a duel. And Fu Qinghai always sat cross-legged in front of everyone and stared at the bonfire in front of him without saying a word, and the dancing flames reflected a swaying black shadow on his face, flickering and dimming.

"All right, guys."

A hoarse voice interrupted.

The many Space Marines turned their heads to see an extremely old Star Marine, with wrinkles crisscrossing his dark brown face like a cracked riverbed, and his power armor was covered in sparse white fur and bone strings.

"Aoyama Khan, long time no see."

The old Space Marines turned their heads and bowed.

"Hello, Storm Prophet."

Fu Qinghai replied with a slight bow.

"I've seen you, and I've seen the one behind you." The Storm Prophet turned his head to look at Danjur, who was sitting behind Fu Qinghai, and a smile appeared on his face, "Long time no see, Danjur, is your psionic talent still bothering you?" ”

"You are?"

The director of the think tank had a puzzled look on his face.

Then the doubt turned into a sudden realization:

"Treasure Lige, it's you!"

Danjur didn't expect that his young classmate, the teenager who was still working hard to promote to a space marine, has now become the chief storm prophet of the White Scar Warband, and can really change many things in more than a thousand years.

"I vouch for my personality."

The Storm Prophet turned to the crowd and said:

"Aoyama Khan and his warriors don't show any signs of chaos pollution, you can rest assured."

"You may be seated, Talgujin Khan."

The Storm Prophet raised his hand and gestured.

"Hmph."

The Storm Lord Warlord snorted coldly and sat down.

The two groups of Space Marines sat back down in the meadow.

"Subspace Storm."

Fu Qinghai explained lightly:

"A subspace storm has enveloped my sector, and time has gone out of tune. If you've ever been lucky enough to visit the Eye of Fear, the largest subspace rift in the galaxy, you'll know that the Chaos traitors in the Eye of Fear don't age either, and they won't change their appearance even for 10,000 years. ”

He used the Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Fear as an example, but the audience didn't ask the stupid question: Then why haven't you been corrupted like those traitors? Because the White Scar Chief Storm Prophet had just said that there was no sign of chaos corruption on the people of the warband.

"I'm late."

Fu Qinghai then said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry that we're a full thousand years late. As children of the storm, as descendants of the Great Khan and the White Scar, we deserve to be in Tarikutai, and we want to be in Talikutai...... After all, I am the initiator and initiator of this grand event. Although many of the people who witnessed the bonfire oath under the moon are no longer alive. ”

Fu Qinghai's gaze swept over the crowd around the bonfire.

For some reason, it was clear that his appearance was very young, younger than any of the battle group leaders present, but when his eyes were gently swept over, everyone's hearts couldn't help but froze. All of them were battle-hardened Space Marines, and they had seen the eyes of countless murderous aliens and evil traitors, but the eyes of Aoyama Khan ...... It feels indescribable.

It's like looking directly into the eye of fear.

After all, it's the man who has banished five Chaos Demons.

"I witnessed that vow."

The Chief Storm Prophet stroked his beard and said.

"I didn't witness that vow."

The Marauder's Warband Leader said in a deep voice:

"But I always remember the words that our warband commander whispered in my ear before he died. He said that Aoyama Nayan Khan and his Iron Float would eventually return, armed with a long-lost jet motorcycle, as well as powerful weapons that could easily destroy the Emperor's enemies. We, the Whitescarred Heirs, can also be the ones who wield the forbidden arsenal like the Black Angels. ”

"yes, I remember."

The Berserker's Warband Leader chimed in:

"My warlord once told me that Aoyama Khan was the 'Divine Machine' designated by the original genotype, and he was the most skilled Iron Khan. His armor, his sword, and the weapons he crafted were unique in the world. For that promise, we've been collecting it for more than a thousand years. ”

As he spoke, he pulled something out from behind him.

A small static force field generator with a cube glass cover on top of a mechanical round table, and inside the cover is a crystal bottle soaked in an irregular lump of flesh filled with shredded flesh, fat, and connective tissue.

Gene seeds.

Everyone present is familiar with this thing.

"Genetic seeds from traitors."

The Berserker Warband Leader spoke.

"We have a collection too."

"So do we."

The other Space Marines nodded in agreement.

"Hahahaha......"

Fu Qinghai couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

Smiled very happily and was very satisfied.

"Good."

Fu Qinghai propped his palms on his knees and nodded vigorously.

But the words suddenly changed and said:

"I have heard that this year's Talikutai conference has reached the final stage, and the competition for the championship of Kuriltai has come to an end. It's a shame that I've always wanted to participate in this competition. I think the lack of the 'Kuriltai Champion' with the participation of the Iron Floating Tu is really a bit insignificant. ”

"You want to challenge for the Kuriltai Championship?"

The Storm Lord's warband leader narrowed his eyes and asked.

Fu Qinghai smiled, and some answers were not what he asked:

"I really want to be a part of it. But in order not to waste everyone's precious time, I have a proposal. ”

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai slowly stood up.

He pressed his palm to the hilt of the power knife at his waist, thought for a moment and lowered his hand - whether it was a blue fang or a blue blade, it would be too unfair for other space marines to use a weapon made of real Erdman alloy to duel.

Fu Qinghai turned to take out a long knife-shaped training weapon on the weapon rack next to him, threw a knife flower casually, weighed the center of gravity of the weapon, and then turned around and raised the knife to point at the people by the bonfire, the tip of the knife swept one by one, and said:

"Let's go up together."

The whole fire pit was suddenly quiet and you could hear the pins falling.

Only the occasional crackling sound and the subtle chirping of insects.

Everyone looked at Fu Qinghai in disbelief.

"Didn't I make it clear?"

Fu Qinghai picked the tip of the knife and asked lightly.

"Smack!"

Targujin Khan, the leader of the Storm Lord, was the first to slap the ground, pulling out a long-handled axe from his weapon rack, dragging the handle behind his back and striding over the fire, then leaping up with a stump and slashing with a roar.

"Drink!"

The long-handled axe's top-down diagonal slash covers a huge area and is almost impossible to dodge. Fu Qinghai predicted the start in advance at the moment when the other party was about to jump up, stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet and took a step forward, directly crashing into Talgujin's arms.

With a "bang", the heavy muffled sound of armor colliding echoed in the grassland. Fu Qinghai just leaned sideways and leaned up, shaking Talgujin's limbs trembling wide, and he could barely hold the weapon in his hand. Fu Qinghai was able to turn around after hitting his shoulder, and the handle of the knife turned around in the palm of his hand, and the back of the knife was replaced and smashed on Targujin's exposed neck.

"Poof!"

The Storm Lord's warband leader vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Fu Qinghai shook a knife flower without stopping.

Raise the tip of the knife again and point to the people at his side:

"Go on."

"I'll try how powerful a warrior was a thousand years ago!"

Another Space Marine slammed the ground hard.

"Hmm...... Cracking sound! ”

After saying that, he was thrown out by an over-the-shoulder fall.

Fu Qinghai deliberately threw him into the fire pit, and the Space Marine's power backpack smashed into the bonfire, and the high fire pit built by several logs was smashed into pieces, and the flames instantly rose and swept around, and the heat wave and Mars smoked all the surrounding Space Marines.

The provocation is already very clear.

"Damn!" "Too much deception!"

They no longer followed the principle of a fair duel one-on-one, and one by one they stood up, and strode towards the guy standing outside the fire.

A man stood alone with a knife in hand, and the bright moonlight pulled a long black shadow in front of him, and on all sides there were Space Marines wielding various weapons and swooping down.

"Clank!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai tossed and turned in the encirclement of swords and sword shadows, and with a sweep of the corner of his eye, he took in the surrounding situation, and in an instant, he outlined the most perfect movement route in his mind, and the steps under his feet were unpredictable, and he flashed countless attacks at the same time, and at the same time, in a just right perfect time, he handed out the long knife in his hand.

"Ahh

"Hmm!"

"Ugh!"

One by one, the besiegers flew out.

More and more Space Marines are joining the fray.

Fu Qinghai became more and more fierce in the dense siege, and gradually entered a mysterious and enjoyable realm. After all, the vision of the human eye is limited, and the hearing of the human ear is limited after all, and after the battle, Fu Qinghai simply closed his eyes, shielded his five senses, and told himself that there was an enemy and a sword.

The surrounding Space Marines were stunned when they saw this scene.

In the confusion, I felt an extreme humiliation:

He closed his eyes!

Can you beat us with your eyes closed?

"Ahhhh

The crowd was embarrassed and threw themselves into the siege even harder.

but was knocked to the ground or sent flying faster.

"Hahahaha!"

The Storm Prophet's Treasure Technique Lige clapped his hands and laughed:

"Aoyama Khan not only looks ...... face"

"The style is even less than it was back then!"

As a witness to the oath made millennia ago, the Chief Storm Prophet knows many secrets that others don't know. For example, Aoyama Khan was able to fight the entire legion without an opponent a thousand years ago, for example, the Gene Prototype once wanted Aoyama Khan to be the master of cowardice. That's why he issued the feeling that "Qingshan Khan's demeanor has not diminished back then".

In the end, the space marines who participated in the siege fell one after another, and Fu Qinghai was lying next to a circle of injured and incapacitated people. Originally, he adhered to the principle of traditional kung fu point to point, and the blade hit the vital part even if it was over, but he couldn't stand the emotions of individual fighters who were too excited, and he had to be beaten until he lay on the ground and couldn't move.

"Whew-"

Fu Qinghai exhaled softly.

Calmed the heart rate of both hearts.

He strode past the Space Marines who were staggering and moaning in pain at his feet, and walked back to the collapsed firepit with his long knife in hand, and sporadic flames clung to the wood and burned. He threw his training weapon on the ground and stuck it in, leaned over and scooped up a jug of mare's milk wine, and poured it down with his head up.

"Goo-go......o-go

Fu Qinghai's Adam's apple squirmed.

I drank a whole pot of mare's milk wine in one go.

"Hiccup!"

Fu Qinghai tossed the empty flask aside.

Turning to the Space Marines all over the ground, he said:

"Remember, go back and tell your warband."

"I'm not just 'someone who is good at forging magic machines.'"

…………