"What?! The bridge was robbed so quickly?!"
"Shit legs, run quickly!"
Peiluode At this moment, I only hate that my legs are short.
The good news is that the situation is as he thought. Not everyone is willing to live and die with the ship. After learning the news, many people flocked to the hangar.
The bad news is that there are too many people who think like him and there are not enough shuttles!
"Get out of the way, I was here first!"
"Go away, why are you first!"
"I am the driver!"
The sound of curses, the hum of the engine, and the clang of the hatch cover coming down all mixed together.
Inside the cruiser, which can accommodate nearly 100,000 people, there is a mixed crowd, some of which are bounty hunters and mercenaries who are just here for money.
Seeing that their defeat was certain, they naturally ran away.
However, shuttles and pilots are simply not enough.
"I'm the driver, let me in!"
"Bah, the guy before me said the same thing, I believe you!"
Everyone knows that if you don't want to die, you have to get on the ship.
Peiluode didn't go to join in the fun. He knew he wouldn't be able to get in if he did.
Peiluode grabbed a few brains and it seemed that they were not working well--no, it was an honest-looking recruit. He lowered his voice and said, "If you want to live, come with me. I know where there is a plane that no one has grabbed."
The eyes of a few "honest people" lit up, and they subconsciously thought that Peiluode had called them here to do something together. Just when they were hesitating whether to follow them, Peiluode had already left without looking back.
The group of people took the lead to enter the hangar next door. There was a Aquila Shuttle. The fuselage was painted with the golden family crest of Octavius Earl, so polished that the figures of people could be seen.
There were more than a dozen Blackshields soldiers standing on both sides of the gangway, using their rifle butts to smash any soldiers who tried to get closer to death.
Earl was quickly walked up the gangway surrounded by guards. The nobleman tried to keep calm, but they were obviously attacked on the way. Earl The gold medal usually attached to the collar was missing.
That arrogant aristocratic demeanor can only be maintained now.
When a few "honest people" saw this, they thought that Peiluode had called them here and was preparing to take action together. When they were hesitating whether to follow, Peiluode only glanced at it and turned away.
He's not that stupid.
Even if you squeeze in, you will be kicked down by the guard, and maybe even hit with the butt of a rifle.
As for hands-on, anyone who can become Earl's guard cannot be inferior in skills and weapons.
He turned around and ran towards the depths of the hangar, where a large amount of logistics supplies were piled up, making it look like a garbage dump.
Peiluode skillfully bypassed this pile of garbage, and finally found what he was looking for inside, a disgraced Arvus Lighter.
Peiluode climbed onto the driver's seat on hands and knees, groping quickly with his fingers on the oily control panel, trying to recall the operating steps.
In fact, Peiluode only knows how to drive in theory, but has never actually driven a few times!
In order to save his life, he shamelessly gave cigarettes to pilots for three months before barely learning how to do it.
At that time, he only thought that having more skills would mean more ways to survive, but he didn't expect that he would actually be saved today.
The engine roared loudly, and the indicator lights on the dashboard lit up one after another.
At this moment, the alloy door of the hangar was blasted open from the outside.
The airwaves from the explosion knocked several officers out of the door and hit the deck heavily.
A tall black figure stepped out of the smoke.
It's Ronan!
He was wearing an improved version of MKII Power Armour, the black Plasteel was spattered with fresh blood, and the Chainsword on his left hand was still bleeding.
Ronan stepped on the blood and broken meat on the ground and rushed towards the remaining people.
Anyone who blocks the road, whether they are raising a gun or surrendering, will be served by Chainsword.
Peiluode's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
He pushed the control column hard, and the barge's engine exploded to maximum power, ejecting from the tarmac like a rabbit chased by a dog.
The shuttle rushed out of the hangar, and Peiluode dared to look back.
The huge cruiser was floating quietly in space, and the figure of Ronan had turned into a small black dot, still harvesting life in the hangar.
Peiluode turned his head sharply, not daring to look at it anymore.
It doesn't matter who wins or loses.
Who cares Earl what Governor.
It's enough for me to survive.
As for those who died - none of his business.
"Sure enough, it's the same as the information. That Lower Hive guy has joined the gang himself!"
Octavius Earl A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He had never been carried away by anger. From the beginning, this was a game.
Fu Haoran's tendency to take the lead has been clearly discovered by him a long time ago.
"Leading the charge can indeed boost morale, but it will also make you the best target."
"Since you are so pushy, I will prepare an iron coffin for you."
In fact, from beginning to end, Octavius Earl was not carried away by anger.
He ordered the flagship Oath of Courage to break into the sky above Hive City to conduct orbital bombing. On the surface, it was covering the two Destroyer's breakthrough of planetary defense, but in fact, he was entering the game personally.
As he expected, the enemy launched a gang-hopping war.
Facts have proved that he was right.
Bet that Fu Hao would teleport here personally at the last moment.
"Don't think that you can control the ship by seizing the bridge. I have locked all the weapon systems and they cannot be unlocked in a short time. There is the iron coffin I have prepared for you."
"It's easy to teleport here, but it's difficult to teleport away. Let me see how you run away."
As the command of Octavius Earl was issued, a dozen green light points were quickly approaching on the holographic projection.
It is the remaining fleet of the coalition forces, one Destroyer and eleven frigates, which are forming a battle formation and pressing towards this side.
"This old boy still doesn't give up." Tychus spat, "He thinks we just captured Oath of Courage and haven't had time to take over the system yet, so he wants to close the door and beat the dog."
Fu Haoran nodded, not surprised by this.
"Notify Wade to let the fleet come out."
Soon, the three silent starships hiding behind Luna moved.
The first red dot lights up, and the only Cobra-class Destroyer in Fu Haoran's hand appears.
--
Octavius sneered, "As expected, it's just a Destroyer, it can't make any waves."
A second red light lights up.
Marauder Lunar-class Cruiser appeared, and the broadside weapon array was aimed at the coalition forces.
Earl's expression changed instantly.
"Reck! This damn profiteer actually dares to betray me!"
"I wonder how this guy has the money to redeem the boat! It turns out someone is backing him!"
"It doesn't matter, it would be great if the warship modified by Rogue Trader can have half the combat effectiveness!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the third red light lit up.
A Punisher-class Strike Cruiser emerged from the shadow of Luna, revealing Macro-cannon and Lance Battery sideways.
The unique black paint of Adeptus Arbites glows coldly in the sun.
Earl's face turned completely white.
Two cruisers, one Destroyer, versus one Destroyer and eleven frigates.
In terms of quantity, the coalition had the upper hand, but in terms of quality, both sides were evenly matched.
However, Octavius is very afraid!
"Why are Strike Cruiser of Adeptus Arbites here?"
"It shouldn't be!"
Octavius is not afraid of confrontation, but opening fire on the empire Adeptus Arbites is treason!
Let alone agreeing to the other party like this, just by firing at the other party, you will face Imperial Navy's liquidation afterwards!
Don't say Earl about him, even Planetary Governor will do whatever he wants.
In the interstellar age, the navy is the truth.
Octavius looked at Punisher-class Strike Cruiser for a long time, and finally squeezed out two words from between his teeth. "Retreat."
He didn't dare to gamble.
At least until the investigation is clear, he will never dare to take action.
With the departure of the allied fleet, the siege also came to an end.
As several shuttles entered the hangar, Tech-Priest Kallen arrived with a batch of Gear Kid and started the takeover work.
--
Fu Haoran stood on the bridge, looking at his trophies.
[Oath of Courage, Ambition-class Cruiser]
[Data: Total length 4.9 kilometers, fin height 2 kilometers, displacement 25 million tons, eight doors Macro-cannon on the side, two torpedo launch tubes]
[PS: It has as much firepower as Lunar-class and Tyrant-class Cruiser. Compared with the military decoration of Imperial Navy, rich people who can afford this kind of warship usually decorate its interior to be splendid. Although this will sacrifice the design redundancy that should be retained and reduce its anti-strike capability, most Rogue Trader and noble families are still willing to take this risk.]
Fu Haoran looked up and saw that the corridor inside the ship was covered with silk carpets from Terra, the walls of the captain's cabin were hung with gold reliefs, and even the toilet seats in the toilets were plated by Adamantium.
There is even a heated swimming pool in the banquet hall, filled with pure water imported from the agricultural planet.
Fu Haoran couldn't help but laugh.
This thing is not a warship, it is clearly a rich man's space yacht.
Luxury car? Private jet?
Those are the toys of the poor middle class.
The real top rich fly across the stars in private cruisers.
The Macro-cannon on the side is not used for fighting, but for "reasoning" with competitors.
"Machine Cult's high-net-worth client service department is indeed well-deserved. As long as you give them enough money, they can talk to you about anything."
"Octavius, this old boy, probably spent all his life's savings on this ship." Tychus blew out a smoke ring, "It's fine now, it's all at our advantage."
Fu Haoran continues to check his trophies, three Cobra-class Destroyer.
Although the Anvil was blown into three pieces, the keel and reactor core were intact.
The conditions of the other two ships were similar, with both skin injuries and no injuries to muscles or bones.
Profiteer Yuri gave a guarantee. "Boy, as long as you don't mind a few weld scars on their bodies, these three ships will be able to return to service within three years."
"If you are willing to spend more Throne Coin, this speed can be faster."
Fu Haoran did not rush to make a decision, but continued to look down.
Reck's "Marauder" and Lunar-class Cruiser can regain their combat effectiveness with simple modifications.
There are also "Retribution" Punisher-class Strike Cruiser that I borrowed huge sums of money from major Hive World and had no intention of paying them back, and paid the down payment in advance from the system.
Yesterday, the polished commander only had one ship. Today, he has an interstellar fleet that has begun to take shape - a reconnaissance team.
At the same time, the belated settlement of the system occurred.
[Shoot down or capture a Cobra-class Destroyer (completed)]
[Task Reward 1: Gene Enhancement Potion × 1 (Mortals are 100% transformed by Space Marine, no rejection)]
[Mission reward two: Planetary defense orbital gun × 1 (range covers low-Earth orbit)]
[Orbital Supremacy (Completed)]
[Task reward: fixed Volcano Cannon×1, Nova Cannon×1, large defense Laser×1 (purchase rights in the mall have been unlocked)]
Just when Fu Haoran was about to turn off the panel, a shiny golden prompt popped up.
[Sucker Support Plan progress update!]
[Cumulative delivery of qualified Wetware: 8 million units]
[Exceeded the target of 5 million units! Trigger hidden reward: Double the selling price]
Before Fu Haoran could react, Kallen's communication exploded.
Tech-Priest's mechanical prosthetic eye flashed almost like a flashlight, and his voice contained the excitement of being stunned by money. "Your Majesty Governor! Machine Cult's urgent order!"
"Twenty-five Throne Coin one! Take as many as you can! They said they want to stockpile a batch of goods to prepare for war!"
"They want all the undelivered Wetware in our warehouse! They want to order another two million units!"
Yuri suddenly raised his head from the financial statements, his eyes widened as big as a bell.
Twenty-five Throne Coin one.
Eight million tools.
Two hundred million Throne Coin!
He pinched his thigh and grimaced in pain.
Not a dream.
At the same time, Octavius Earl, who was on the run, received the information he least wanted to see in his life.
"Octavius Earl, because you failed to deliver Wetware on time, we decided to change the seller."
Before Octavius could speak, the other party ended the call.
Octavius was dumbfounded!
It was not that he thoughtlessly asked Rogue Trader Reck to acquire Wetware, but he learned that Machine Cult had recently acquired Wetware at a high price.
Octavius saw this opportunity and agreed to Reck's proposal to acquire it.
Who would have thought that not only did he not get the batch of Wetware that he spent a lot of money to reserve, but he also lost a lot of money.
Not only that, it also made the enemy a huge profit.
When the item is sold, Octavius's heart is bleeding!
"Fu Haoran!!!"
Earl let out a heart-rending roar and slammed the intelligence terminal in his hand to the ground, causing fragments to scatter all over the floor.
There was silence all around.
Not only did he lose the war and his flagship, he was also completely taken advantage of.
The goods were not received, the money was spent, and 200 million yuan was given to the enemy for military expenses.
There is nothing more frustrating in the world than this.
As the saying goes, smiles never disappear, they only move.
the other side.
[A total of 8 million Wetware parts have been sold, which can be exchanged for 80 Gene-seed. Do you want to exchange it?]
"Yes." Fu Haoran was so excited.
"With this batch of Gene-seed, I can form the first batch of Space Marine. As long as given time, it will be more than enough to form a company of Space Marine."
"If you can avoid the Gene-seed tax, it is not impossible to form an army."
Eighty Space Marine, I couldn't even think of it before.
Now as long as the problem of the success rate of transformation is solved, a truly elite force will be available.
Fu Haoran has started to daydream.
Even if you know that you may not be able to afford it if you build it, you still have to have a dream, otherwise it will be different from salted fish.
However, Fu Haoran's good mood did not last long, and bad news came.
"Sir, you'd better take a look at this." Tech-Priest Kallen pointed at the holographic projection, which showed a fleet that was beginning to take shape.
Damn it, it's Iron Warriors!
How could I forget this!
Fu Haoran also experienced the smile transfer technique.
The fleet that appeared is Iron Warriors 51st Expeditionary Fleet.
That's an entire expedition fleet!
"The little wealth we have is not even enough to put our teeth in front of them."
"Should we run away now with all our belongings? Come back after they leave?"
"Anyway, they are not here for you."
Fu Haoran really wants to have fun and wait until Horus Heresy is over before coming out.
No one spoke.
Everyone knows this is the most rational choice.
But no one wants to leave.
It was not easy for them to win the siege, and finally they had their own fleet and their own home.
He just ran away in despair, unwilling to give up.
At this moment, a cold system prompt suddenly sounded in Fu Haoran's mind.
[Heavens War·Daxin World copy will be opened soon!]
[Civilization level: Level 2 (Dark Age of Technology early and late)]
[Dungeon Difficulty: SSS]
[Copy Type: Special War Copy]
[Participation conditions: Guild member or special profession Reincarnator]
[Dungeon duration: 50 years (outside time is relatively static)]
[Preparation time: 72 hours]
[Host occupation detected: Lord. Qualified for participation!]
[Task reward: free attribute points +10, Universal Points number +300,000, system mall 10% off shopping card coupon X1, S-level growth weapon (random) X1, blind box X1]
Fu Haoran's pupils shrank suddenly.
Fifty years.
External time stands still.
This means that he can stay in the dungeon for fifty years, and when he comes back, Iron Warriors's fleet has not yet arrived at Manderville Point.
Fifty years!
Enough for him to cultivate all eighty Gene-seeds into mature Space Marines!
If you are lucky, you can even breed more than 160 Space Marine!
Besides, it was still the early days of Dark Age of Technology, so the technology wouldn't be too far behind.
He immediately connected to Lucifer's communication.
"I know what you are going to ask." Lucifer's holographic projection lit up, and his emerald eyes glowed coldly, "The core bottleneck of Space Marine's transformation surgery is the recipient's physical constitution and self-healing ability."
"The essence of the surgery is to implant nineteen foreign organs into a living person. As long as the recipient's body is strong enough and can survive the trauma, the success rate can be close to 100%."
"Ronan succeeded because you injected him with gene enhancement potion."
Fu Haoran smiled.
He knew where to look.
Marvel world.
Super-Soldier Serum, Heart-Shaped Herb, Extremis Virus, gamma rays - there are many good things there that can strengthen your body.
He pulled out the shining card from his system backpack.
[Marvel World Temporary Arrival Card]
[Effect: Open a 100-day temporary cross-world channel]
One hundred days.
"It's enough for me to get an enhancement plan that can be mass-produced."
Fu Haoran stood up and said to Wade, "Assemble the army, we should go out and make a fortune."
"Kallen, don't worry about Oath of Courage for now, bring Retribution and Cobra Destroyer, we are going to visit an old acquaintance."
"Tychus, go pull out all the heavy weapons and load them into the car."
"Ronan, select a group of veterans from Stormtroopers and prepare to undergo transformation surgery."
Tychus is holding Cigar in his mouth. Although he doesn't know what to do with his head, it looks very interesting.
Priest Kallen saw the excited look in Fu Haoran's eyes and knew that his governor was going to raid his house again - but he liked it.
Everyone stood up.
Fu Haoran walked to the window and looked at the gray planet outside the window.
He is not afraid of Iron Warriors's fleet. At worst, he will run away if he can't defeat them.
But he is afraid of that Emperor-class Titan.
That is the most powerful weapon on the surface of Imperium of Man. In the original history, veterans like Dantioch, the blacksmith, could only choose to avoid its edge when faced with Emperor-class Titan.
Schadenhold Fortress, which he worked so hard for, cannot stop Emperor-class Titan.
Some people even said that there is only one other Emperor-class Titan that can defeat Emperor-class Titan.
The question is, where can I get a Emperor-class Titan?
Is it possible to use a war of attrition?
Fu Haoran doesn't want to use his family wealth to fight with the other party.
"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain." Fu Haoran took a deep breath, "If it doesn't work, just follow Dantioch and run away to 500 Worlds of Ultramar, and seek refuge with Guilliman."
"As long as you stay at 500 Worlds, it's not difficult to avoid Horus Heresy."
"But before I run away, I have to do something big first."
The Super-Soldier Serum of the Marvel world, the Dark Age of Technology technology of the heavens, and the generous rewards of Heavens War----
Fifty years may be enough for me to build up a force that can compete with the Emperor Titan.