Underhive The smoke has completely cleared.
In the temporary headquarters of Promethium Factory, the smell of smoke, engine oil, and lingering gunpowder were mixed together. There was no tension before the war, but more of a sense of relaxation of escaping from death.
In the office, there are only two people, Lucifer and Fu Haoran.
"I admit, I underestimated your strength before."
It is rare for Lucifer to take the initiative to admit her mistakes. For Necron Overlord, who has been in charge of the Milky Way, it is rare that something that can make her bow her head is less than one ten thousandth, but it happened today.
She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Haoran. Her emerald eyes lost the coldness of the past and contained something inexplicable. "What are you going to do next? Fulfill the promise you made to those heretics, or will you regret it?"
Fu Haoran asked, "Do you think I am someone who will regret it?"
Lucifer didn't answer and just rolled her eyes. Apparently she really didn't believe it.
Fu Haoran felt that his character had been insulted, but after thinking about the other party's Hyperphase Sword, which was longer than his own life, Fu Haoran felt that as a nominal lover, he could not have any inappropriate thoughts.
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"Okay, I'm not kidding." Fu Haoran stopped joking, "I will honor all my promises."
Lucifer believed it, but thought it was stupid, "You are playing with fire and burning yourself. Be careful and you will lose your life."
Fu Haoran shrugged. "Every step I take until now is like walking on thin ice. Do you think I can reach the other side of the river if I don't fight this hard?"
Lucifer was silent.
From the time she woke up and saw this human being to figuring out the entire Hive City situation, she had conducted countless deductions, and the result every time was - Fu Haoran could not win.
He does not take advantage of all the conditions for victory, including military strength, materials, power, and popular support, and his winning rate is infinitely close to 0.
However, this human being managed to revive a dead situation and increase the winning rate by more than ten percentage points.
Even though the current winning rate is still pitifully low, Lucifer somehow feels that the human in front of him can really win.
She was suddenly in a trance.
How many thousands of years has it been?
Since War in Heaven more than 60 million years ago, she has only believed in cold data, judged everything with precise deductions, and never looked at anything emotionally.
But why would she believe her feelings today?
Could it be that he has been degenerated due to being with lower creatures for a long time?
Or did you sleep for too long and your brain went bad?
If there are other Necrons here, I'm afraid they will go crazy: Don't be stupid! Now that you have restored your flesh and blood body, you should have seven emotions and six desires! If you think this is degeneration, let me! I can't wait to degenerate!
Lucifer silently looked at the man resting on the chair, and suddenly had the urge to pull him to the test table and dissect him.
Fortunately, the female overlord, who was not too clear-headed, finally felt that dissecting her lover was not in line with tradition, so she had to suppress this <i class="icon icon-uniE089"></i><i class="icon icon-uniE023"></i> idea.
A certain governor who was blessed with great luck and destiny escaped disaster in such a muddle-headed way.
Not long after, Dredd walked in with a confused look on his face and threw an appointment letter into Fu Haoran's arms.
Fu Haoran opened it and found that it was a commission just sent from the star zone Adeptus Arbites, appointing Dredd to take over the position of judge of planet Si-Sai IV Planet and take over all the legal power of the entire planet.
It was obvious that Gao Sheng was the real power officially certified by the empire, but there was no trace of joy on this tough guy's face.
"I hate sitting in the office and taking care of a bunch of crap. What can you do to help me get rid of this burden?" Dredd got straight to the point.
In the past few days of fighting side by side, his perception of Fu Haoran has undergone a 90-degree turn.
From a cheating and sneaking Lower Hive guy, to a big cunt Lower Hive guy.
He is still far away from becoming a good person that he recognizes, but that doesn't stop him from knowing that this kid has many clever ideas that can solve troubles.
Fu Haoran pretended to be helpless and spread his hands. "I can't help you with this, and Adeptus Arbites doesn't listen to me. I can't control how they appoint you."
"But there is no way." Fu Haoran said nonchalantly, but in fact Adeptus Arbites had been hiding it for a long time.
Fu Haoran didn't beat around the bush. "You just arrest people and try them, I'll be in charge of internal affairs and transfers."
Fu Haoran Although I might put it mildly, it would give me a fig leaf to forcibly control the planet Adeptus Arbites.
Now after all, he is the king of the nest, so he still needs to show some face.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have gained complete control over all legal powers of Si-Sai IV Planet!]
Fu Haoran can't even hide the smile in his eyes.
Time passed by, and a dark crowd gathered outside Promethium Factory.
Millions of Genestealer believers stood densely packed in the entire open space.
Correspondingly, Wade and others are facing a formidable enemy.
Even though Fu Haoran repeatedly emphasized that these are our own people now, the soldiers still did not dare to relax their vigilance.
"Sir, it's not that we don't believe you, it's just that... we can't accept it." Wade became unusually stubborn, his face full of resistance.
"More than ten hours ago, we were fighting with them. Our brothers' blood has not yet dried, and now we are allies? With all due respect, your arrangement... is inappropriate."
Fu Haoran did not refute.
He knew that it was useless to just talk, he had to do something, not only to show to outsiders, but also to his own people.
"Come on, take me to meet them."
Fu Haoran pushed the door open and looked at the endless crowd of people outside the factory, and his heart was filled with waves.
There are millions of believers, and if you give them some time, it will only be a matter of time before a new Broodlord is born.
They must be stabilized first.
Under the enthusiastic and respectful gaze of Moria, he climbed up the factory wall step by step, looking at countless pairs of eyes below that were either confused, enthusiastic, or wary.
Fu Haoran pointed at the towering Hive City on the horizon and said, "On the other side of the horizon is our enemy!"
"We must avenge our great father and sacrifice him with the blood of our enemies!"
"I assure you that the clarion call of jihad has sounded. We will never retreat, we will never give up, we will never compromise, and death will not end us."
The next second, the whole place was completely boiling.
"Holy war! Holy war!"
"Kill them!"
Millions of believers cheered and screamed, making the whole factory tremble slightly.
The old aristocrats never thought that they would be tricked one day even if they were beaten to death.
Now, the most terrifying cult organization in the world is targeting them.
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However, Fu Haoran knows in his heart that it is still only a small part of the Genestealers sect. These unstable factors are also the cheapest labor force.
These are the reasons why he dares to fight against the nobles.
When I saw Wade again, the other party held it in for a long time, and finally just said, "Governor... From now on, if you give in, I will be the first to rush. If I die, my fate will be bad, but I will continue to work with you alive."
Wade is not stupid. When he saw the fanaticism of Cultists, he knew he was wrong.
"I told you before, every time this bastard does something outrageous, he always succeeds in the end, you still don't believe it." Tychus walked over from the side with Cigar in his mouth, patted Wade on the shoulder, with a mean smile on his face.
Fu Haoran rolled his eyes, feeling that his reputation had deteriorated, and this Ogryn was at least half the culprit.
Meanwhile on the other side.
Sijiaer Hive City, Noble Banquet Hall.
The crystal lanterns are dazzling, the champagne towers are stacked on top of each other, and the nobles who escaped from Alpha Hive City are having a celebration banquet to celebrate the victory of this great escape.
The clinking sound of goblets, wanton laughter, and flattering compliments were all mixed together, making it extravagant and absurd.
"Master Victor, I give you a toast! If you hadn't had the foresight to blow up the factory in advance and take away all the reserves, we would still be trapped in that hellish place, torn to pieces by heretics!"
Suddenly, an attendant brought bad news.
"What, you said Cultists took refuge in Fu Haoran?" Vic Si stared at his men, the expression on his face ranging from confusion to shock to anger.
"No way... absolutely no way... they..."
The noble next to him didn't take it seriously. "Victor, don't worry, we blew up the factory, emptied the tools and data, and took away 80% of the reserves. Even if he has soldiers, he has no money to fight with us, and he can't change the world..."
Victor was angry. "You have never thought that in order to retaliate against us, Fu Haoran will definitely confiscate all our houses and land..."
A fat nobleman held a wine glass and waved his hand with disdain. "Can he still divide those houses and land?"
"Don't be ridiculous, no one would be willing to give up such a huge amount of wealth. In the end, it will just go into his own pocket."
"They're just a bunch of bastards. If you vote, just vote. We'll just find another group. As long as we have enough money, there will be many desperadoes who will work for us."
"Hahaha, you're right! Give us a year to assemble the fleet, and then we can fight back and take back everything that belongs to us!"
"Cheers! To victory!"
Vic Si followed up with a toast, but when the glass was brought to his mouth, he glanced at the picture of Underhive in the communicator - tens of thousands of believers kneeling on the ground, Fu Haoran standing on the wall, surrounded by cheers from mountains and tsunamis.
His hand paused and he didn't drink the wine.
He always felt that that scene would become his nightmare.
Outside the headquarters, the night was getting dark.
Lucifer suddenly raised his head, his emerald eyes glanced into the depths of the shadows, and his tone was as calm as saying that the weather is nice today, "Come out, aren't you tired after hiding for so long?"
Everyone tensed up in an instant. Dredd's Bolter was loaded on the spot. Power Hammer in Tychus's hand instantly lit up with purple light. Wade stood directly in front of Fu Haoran.
In the shadows, a tall figure slowly walked out.
Her fiery red hair hung down to her waist, and her tight-fitting black outfit outlined her perfect curves. She stepped on the cold ruins with her bare feet, but could not hear the slightest sound.
Lailis·Hesperax.
Lailis leaned lazily on the broken wall, raised his eyes, and glanced at Fu Haoran who subconsciously shrank behind Lucifer. His voice was as sweet as honey, but there was a hook hidden inside.
"Not bad, monkey. Not only did you defeat one of my followers, but you also beheaded a good prey. It seems that you were able to escape from me last time because you were not just lucky."
Lailis glanced at Fu Haoran who was hiding behind Lucifer and only dared to show his head to say harsh words. He almost laughed out loud, "Then don't hide? Are you so afraid of me, sister? I won't eat you."
Fu Haoran rolled his eyes.
Nonsense! I'm not wearing Power Armour now, and my attribute points are way off. If I don't hide behind my thugs, are I waiting to be slapped on the neck by this crazy Drukhari?
The loser does not lose the formation!
He replied confidently, "My mother told me not to get too close to bad women, lest I get pregnant unintentionally."
Lailis almost laughed out of anger.
A mortal who is no different from a monkey in her eyes is actually afraid of being taken advantage of?
"I really want to tie you back as a pet and listen to your screams to sleep every day." She said the cruelest words in the gentlest tone.
Fu Haoran has never lost in a chat, so he immediately replied, "Haha, don't worry, I'm not interested in fools with strong limbs and simple minds."
Lailis didn't reply this time, but threw something casually.
Fu Haoran stretched out his hand to catch it. It was a blood-red rune stone with complex Drukhari characters engraved on it.
"Congratulations." Lailis turned around and walked into the depths of the shadows, "Next time we meet, I don't mind bleeding you."
Her figure completely disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a sweet voice floating in the wind. "Those who survive deserve respect."
Lucifer glanced at the rune stone and rarely added, "Commorragh's pass. With it, you can get a chance to meet in Drukhari's territory."
She paused, with a hint of playfulness in her tone. "It seems that someone is really impressed by you."
Fu Haoran weighed the rune stone in his hand, looked at the direction where Lailis disappeared, and smiled.
"Let's go back to work."
As the situation stabilized, congratulatory messages also followed.
The communicator suddenly rang, and two encrypted communications popped up at the same time.
The first letter is from Hive City Machine Cult Forge Bishop.
The second letter is from the Adeptus Arbites headquarters in the sector.
There were also congratulatory messages from various businessmen.
When Fu Haoran first airborne Hive City, in order to apply for the expansion of the garrison, he struggled with sector Adeptus Arbites for half a month, but the other party didn't even bother to reply.
In order to borrow Machine Cult's tools to repair the production line, the forge master refused to let him in.
Now, everything is reversed.
These things are more precious than any number of credits.
This is the complete recognition of his Hive City ruler status at the entire empire level.
Everyone knows that the governor, who has millions or even tens of millions of troops in his hands and controls the legal power of the entire planet, is no longer the scapegoat who can be manipulated at will.
However, Fu Haoran knows very well that there is still one final stumbling block before we can truly say the truth.
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