As the old saying goes, drinking water while carrying a person's back will also clog your teeth.
Misfortunes never come singly. From the communicator, Wade's roar came with the noise of electricity:
"Governor! The remnants of the nobles are conducting sneak attacks behind the defense lines! They are defecting on a large scale and destroying a large number of Mid-Hive's factories."
Fu Haoran The blood pressure suddenly went up.
Mid-Hive's factory is the lifeblood of Hive City. If it disappears, Hive City will be finished!
"These beasts! Just run away. You will make me sick before you run away."
Unfortunately, the matter is not over yet, Wade added, "Sir, we also found that the nobles took away a large amount of assets and production materials."
"Most of the factory's Data Pad, Servitor, main machinery, spare parts, and even the energy reserves in the warehouse have been emptied! They are trying to drain Hive City dry before running away!"
Fu Haoran knows what this means, it means that his Hive City is on the verge of bankruptcy!
This battle was originally carried out with the help of the old nobles, and their purpose was to use Genestealer Cult to divert his attention.
Fu Haoran I have to admit that they played this skill beautifully.
"Okay, okay, I admit that I underestimated these insects."
"Are you going to admit defeat?" Lucifer didn't know when he squeezed Wade out of the communication channel, his cold voice without any emotion.
"Admit defeat?" Fu Haoran sneered, "No, I just feel that there are so many heroes in this world, just like the crucian carp crossing the river."
"A hundred years of life is just a big gamble!"
"Since they won this round, it's my turn to bet on the next round."
Fu Haoran took out a headband from the system warehouse, which was the exclusive reward he got after beheading Broodlord, Gene Mimic.
[System prompt: Gene Mimic, a one-time prop, the complete genetic sequence of Genestealers Patriarch has been recorded. After wearing it, it can perfectly simulate the target's breath, soul, and homologous psychic energy fluctuations. Once the target sees through the disguise, the prop will be permanently ineffective.]
[PS: Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills. This is a one-time deal. If you fail in your performance, you will immediately cancel the banquet. I suggest you think twice!]
Fu Haoran weighed the headband, looked at the female bishop Moria who was tied aside, and said in a calm tone, "Wake her up, and then you all go out."
"Are you crazy?!" Dredd was furious on the spot, "That's the second in command in the cult, a powerful Psyker! If you see her alone, you're like a sheep in a tiger's mouth!"
"I know."
Seeing Fu Haoran's insistence, Dredd said no more, but held on to Chainsword tightly, ready to rush in at any time.
Tychus grinned and said, "We will be guarding outside the door. If you call me, I will come in to save you. Don't die too quickly."
Fu Haoran didn't answer. He took off his helmet with his backhand and put the metal headband on his forehead.
The cold metal instantly stuck to his skin, and a wave of homologous spiritual energy originating from Patriarch flowed into his mind along the circuit.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, an imperceptible purple light flashed through his eyes.
A basin of cold water woke up Moria.
One of her arms was removed and her whole body was covered with injuries. The moment she opened her eyes and saw Fu Haoran, her vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and the remaining spiritual energy gathered instantly. Just when she was about to curse "False Emperor's lackey", an irresistible coercion of homologous spiritual energy originating from deep within her genes instantly hit her spiritual core.
Her fanatical belief gave her an instinctive sense of closeness and awe towards this spiritual energy, leaving her with a blank look on her face.
[The mimic is in effect, Moria's current trust level: 35% (suspected)]
Fu Haoran knelt down and stretched out her hand. There was no trace of joking on her face, only a piety that was even more fanatical than hers. "Four-Armed Emperor's maid, the great cause has not been completed yet. Now is not the time to rest. Get up quickly."
Moria subconsciously reached out his hand and was pulled up.
She stared intently at the unfamiliar face of Fu Haoran, with confusion written all over her face, "Who are you...?"
"There is no time to explain, come with me quickly, our tribe needs us!"
Fu Haoran didn't answer directly. He picked up Broodlord's head at his feet and placed it in front of her.
The wound caused by the explosion of Melta Bomb on the head is clearly visible, and the cut marks of Chainsword are smooth and neat.
"Ah!" Moria couldn't help but shed tears when he saw Broodlord's miserable state.
"Put away your tears!" Fu Haoran scolded, "The great Four-Armed Emperor does not believe in tears, only in the blood of the enemy!"
"You have to remember that it was those insect-like nobles who killed Broodlord. They wanted to use this to disintegrate us!"
"I will never allow this to happen before they can succeed."
Moria put away her tears. She felt that what the man in front of her said was very reasonable. Blood debts must be paid with blood.
"What are you going to do? Without Broodlord's psychic connection, we can't get all the cultists to obey our command."
"You are wrong! Broodlord's spiritual energy can connect the body, but what can truly unite the soul is a common belief, the hatred engraved in the bones, and the desire to live! The spiritual energy will be broken, but the will will not!"
"Broodlord has fallen, but it does not mean that our cause has failed."
"We want our enemies to see that we will continue to fight with the will of honoring the Father, liquidate those bastards who plotted against Him, and complete the unfinished business of Four-Armed Emperor."
"Now, we have to unite all the old troops and start a new battle."
Moria looked at Broodlord's head, then looked at the fanatical piety in Fu Haoran's eyes, feeling the irresistible psychic pressure deep in his genes, and the hostility in his eyes completely faded away.
[The mimic is in effect, Moria's current trust level: 80% (deeply convinced)]
Moria staggered to his knees and performed the sect's most standard surrender ceremony to Fu Haoran: "Okay, I will follow Intercessor's will and stay with you."
Outside, Bolter of Dredd has already<i class="icon icon-uniE081"></i>out<i class="icon icon-uniE0EF"></i>if Tychus hadn't been holding it down, Dredd would have rushed in and shot this "heretic".
"Crazy! He's completely crazy! I've never seen anything so outrageous in my life!"
Tychus looked indifferent. "Don't get excited, let's take a look first. Every time this bastard does something outrageous, he always succeeds in the end."
A few minutes later.
Fu Haoran walked in front, Moria followed him respectfully with his head lowered, holding Broodlord's head in his hand.
Everyone was stunned. The Chainsword in Dredd's hand almost fell to the ground. The world view collapsed again. "You... you incited her to rebel?!"
Fu Haoran didn't explain, just raised his chin. "Enter the lifting platform."
Ling Shuang looked at the headband on his forehead, and then at Moria who looked surrendered. He understood something instantly, took a breath, and immediately opened the way with Bolter in front of him. He lowered his voice and asked, "Governor, with this move of yours... are you really going to gamble to the end?"
Fu Haoran never looks back. "There is no turning back when you shoot a bow."
Ling Shuang was silent.
She suddenly felt that all the tactics and theories she had studied so hard at Schola Progenium for many years were in vain.
The lifting platform slowly started and rose towards the ground defense line.
What greeted them was an endless crowd of people.
In the crowd, there were Hybrid Acolytes who retained human outlines, a pure-blood warrior with four arms, and Aberrants who had mutated after being infected.
They were originally frantically attacking Wade's defense line, but after losing Broodlord's spiritual connection, they collapsed back here, with only anger, fear, and bone-deep confusion in their eyes.
The death of Broodlord made them completely lose their direction.
Fu Haoran pressed the loudspeaker of Power Armour, glanced at the tens of thousands of eyes below, and spoke. The sound was like thunder, exploding throughout the battlefield.
"Look up at me!"
"Don't cry, don't be sad, we didn't fail!"
This sentence, like a Dawn, awakened the confused believers.
"Broodlord's death is not the end! It is another beginning!"
The crowd instantly became commotion, with roars and low roars coming and going.
"Those nobles who sit in the top nests, drinking fine wine and eating delicious food, and those moths who live by squeezing you, they think that by killing our respected father, they can make us kneel back!"
"It will make us unable to even eat Corpse Starch, continue to hide in the gutter, and continue to be Rat in their eyes!"
"But let me ask you, who gave you life? Who allowed you to survive in this damn world? Is it a noble? Is it a businessman?"
"No! It's Four-Armed Emperor! It's us!"
The roars in the crowd gradually turned into angry roars.
"They call you heretics, they call you monsters, they call you Underhive's Rat, but are you really that?"
Fu Haoran pointed at Upper Hive, which was brightly lit in the distance. There was also a noble shuttle there, flying towards the outside of the star area in a panic.
"Look there! Look at those people! What are they eating? Real meat, real bread, real food! And you?"
"What you are eating is the food they give to dogs even if they don't eat it Corpse Starch!"
"Just now, they blew up the factory and evacuated the grain. Tomorrow, Corpse Starch will be increased to 500,000 credits per kilogram!"
This number, like a knife, pierces the heart of every cult believer.
The price of Corpse Starch is the pain engraved in the bones of everyone who lives in the darkness of Underhive.
Some people in the crowd had already begun to roar, and the anger spread like wildfire.
"But today, I want to tell you that this is not right!"
Fu Haoran's voice suddenly increased.
"Four-Armed Emperor guided us into this world, not to make us become Rat! It was to bring us light, hope and fairness!"
"We just want food, water, and a space to live! This is not a sin! This is natural!"
"Broodlord is dead, but the great will will not die!"
"It just changed its form and continues to guide us!"
"Those nobles who plotted against your honorable father, took away your food, and destroyed your way of living have escaped! But what they owe us must be repaid!"
Fu Haoran paused, his eyes scanning every fanatical face, and his voice carried undoubted power.
"Now, as the great will Intercessor, and in the name of Hive City Planetary Governor, I promise you!"
"From today on, everyone walks under the light! There is water, food, and the right to live!"
"And, I will lead you to get back everything that is rightfully ours! Those who sit in the top nest and drink our blood, those who drive our children to a dead end, we will get back everything, one by one, with profits!"
The crowd was completely excited.
"Long live Four-Armed Emperor!"
"Long live Intercessor!"
Neighings, roars, and fanatical cheers mixed together, making the entire lift platform tremble.
Tens of thousands of mixed-race Genestealers performed the most pious surrender ceremony to Fu Haoran on the platform.
[The mimic is in effect, group trust: 80% (fanatic loyalty)]
Moria knelt down behind Fu Haoran, tears mixed with green body fluids flowing down, and his voice was full of ecstasy. "Great will... you are really back..."
Fu Haoran stood in front of the guardrail with an expressionless face, maintaining the spiritual pressure and silently adding in his heart: The one who has returned is not your god, but your new boss.
The fanatical believers automatically lined up on both sides, crawled on the ground, and opened a wide passage for the protagonist and his party.
Fu Haoran stepped off the platform, and Ling Shuang, Dredd, and Tychus immediately led the team to follow. They looked calm on the surface, but their palms were all sweaty.
Dredd looked at Genestealers lying on the ground on both sides, stiffened, and cursed in a low voice, "I have never seen any Cultists with such brainwashing ability."
Tychus rarely made trouble, but nodded in agreement.
The team passed through the Genestealers group. When Fu Haoran passed by a young mother, he suddenly had a brain attack and wanted to show Intercessor's affinity.
He bent down and reached out to touch the baby in her arms.
Then I saw the thing's face clearly.
The wrinkled skin is purple, the mouth is full of fine fangs, and the four little claws are waving wildly in the swaddling clothes, which is ugly and ferocious.
It's a pureblood baby!
Fu Haoran's movements froze for half a second.
The mother raised her head and looked at him enthusiastically, her eyes full of admiration and expectation.
Fu Haoran The corner of his mouth twitched, but he still reached out his hand and gently squeezed the monster's little claws.
"Be good."
The baby made a hoarse purr, which seemed to be very helpful.
Fu Haoran turned around and left, complaining crazily in his heart: Damn, I have never worked so hard in my life.
Behind him, the mother was trembling with excitement, kneeling on the ground with her baby in her arms, and kowtowed repeatedly.
Tychus came over and smiled in a low voice, "Governor, when the baby scratched you with his paw just now, I saw your legs shaking."
Fu Haoran expressionless. "You are dazzled."
Tychus grinned. "Okay, it's dazzling. But next time you touch it, remember to wear gloves, because the fangs of that thing can be sharpened."
The group finally walked out of the Genestealers group and came to the Wade defense line.
Wade was still holding the gun, and stood there stunned, looking at the group of monsters that were madly biting his brothers just now, and now they were kneeling behind Fu Haoran with a pious look on their faces, and their world view completely collapsed.
He pinched himself hard and grimaced in pain. He glanced at the group of Genestealerss prostrate on the ground and muttered to himself, "This dream... why don't you wake up?"
Fu Haoran patted his shoulder and pressed the muzzle of his gun completely.
"It's not a dream, we made it out alive."
He looked back at the endless Genestealers group behind him, and ordered in a calm tone, "Withdraw troops, let all brothers withdraw Mid-Hive and close the defense line."
"Withdraw... withdraw the troops?" Wade's mind hadn't turned around yet, "What should we do with these... these monsters?"
"They are our own for the time being." Fu Haoran didn't mean the slightest bit of joking when he said this.
Wade stood there stunned, watching Fu Haoran swaggering away with a group of Genestealers, and then glanced at the corpses on the ground, and did not regain consciousness for a long time.
The setting sun passes through the steel dome of Hive City and falls on the back of Fu Haoran.
He is holding Hive City, which is on the verge of bankruptcy, followed by tens of thousands of fanatical believers, and at his feet is Underhive, which has just been calmed down.
He won the first round of this huge bet.
But Hive City's world has completely changed.