Ogedei pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, but you have to do me a favor first. Behind the wall behind me, there should be several corpses of the Sons of Horus. You can move one over. Also, if

If you have a powered weapon, bring it over too."

Fu Qinghai followed his instructions and walked around the wall behind Wo Kuotai. Behind the wall, there were indeed two corpses of Space Marines wearing gray-green armor, both wearing helmets. One was already half buried in the collapsed building.

Among the ruins.

Fu Qinghai was convinced that the enemy of his enemy was his friend. Almost all the Sons of Horus were die-hard Warmasters, and only a few were loyal to the Emperor. The white scars who fought against the Sons of Horus were almost certainly loyalists.

Fu Qinghai found a power sword and lay quietly in the hand of a Son of Horus.

Judging from the shape, this is a broad-edged sword with an arc-shaped sword grid. The hilt is very long, enough for Fu Qinghai to hold it with both hands. However, compared with the size of the space warrior's hand, and the ratio of the hilt to the blade,

From the looks of it, this should be a one-handed sword.

There are only simple decorative patterns on the hilt and sword grid, and the runes engraved in low Gothic script are the name of the forging world where it was produced. It is not considered a finely crafted weapon, indicating that the person holding it is not an officer.

Fu Qinghai struggled to pick up the power sword. It was too heavy for Fu Qinghai to wield. After all, it was a weapon designed for space warriors.

Fu Qinghai couldn't put it down. His sea of ​​consciousness had been fluctuating ever since he saw the sword. Fu Qinghai gently pressed a button on the sword's handle.

"Zhi..." There was an imperceptible buzz, and the entire blade was instantly wrapped in a faint blue fuzzy force field. White arcs flashed around it, and the blue light emitted by the blade slightly illuminated the dark cabin.

.

The sword's disintegration field generator still functions normally.

"Boy, be careful, don't touch that blue light, be careful and cut off your own head." Wokuotai's hoarse voice came from behind.

Ogodei heard the sound of the power sword activating, a sound that was all too familiar to a Space Marine.

Of course Fu Qinghai would not be stupid enough to touch this blue energy field.

The disintegration force field is the core of the power weapon. It can directly destroy the molecular bonds of the solid matter it comes into contact with, and can disintegrate almost all solid matter. The power weapon is the standard equipment of the space warriors and is also the equipment of some senior mortal officers, but this

It is not a bad technology, at least many alien races do not have the technology to make power weapons, and even many human forged worlds 40,000 years later no longer have the ability to make power weapons.

This standard power sword can be sold for a high price in the Levant hive where Fu Qinghai was originally located.

Fu Qinghai turned off the disintegration force field generator, returned to Ogedai with the power sword, put the sword in his hand, and returned to the wall, using all his strength to tear away the corpse of a Son of Horus.

Drag it to the side of Wokuotai.

Wo Kuotai picked up the power sword, waved it skillfully twice, and ordered Fu Qinghai: "In the power backpack behind the corpse, look for the storage equipment compartment of the life support system. In, in... damn, he

The armor is made of MK5. In my impression, it is on the side. Try to find one..."

"Is this it?" Before he could say anything, Fu Qinghai pulled out a device holding various unknown liquids from the side of his power backpack.

"Eh? You kid... have you ever been exposed to power armor before?" Wo Kuotai looked at Fu Qinghai up and down in surprise.

From the torso to the hands and feet, they are all intact flesh and blood. They don’t look like monks from the Cult of Mechanicus...

"For the first time, you can understand it as talent." Fu Qinghai explained casually.

Fu Qinghai took the life-support device and came to the side of Wokuotai. He found the same equipment compartment and pulled it out. The liquid tube inside was empty. Fu Qinghai inserted the device from the Sons of Horus into it.

"Buzz..." Wo Kuotai's power backpack trembled, the two spherical exhaust pipes behind his shoulders spurted out a stream of hot air, and the motor in the power backpack began to operate.

Immediately afterwards, Wo Kuotai sighed, with a comfortable and relaxed expression on his face.

Fu Qinghai guessed that at this time, analgesics, medicines and hormones were being injected into Ogedai's body through the power armor.

Beginning with the second-generation MK2 expeditionary power armor, the huge power backpack on the back of the Space Marine armor integrates devices such as micro-plasma reactors, life support systems, automatic medical equipment, air filtration systems, and liquid circulation systems.

"You can apply to be a pharmacist in the legion." Ogedai, who was slightly relieved from the lingering pain, was still in the mood to joke.

Of course it's just a joke, not to mention the medical level of the Legion Apothecary, just one point: the Space Marine Apothecary is also a Space Marine.

"Then, you are the only one left." Wo Kuotai said, activating the power sword's disintegrating force field and looking down at his broken legs.

Damn it, you don’t mean to... Fu Qinghai was shocked when he saw this scene.

Ogedai gestured with his legs with the power sword, and then swung it down suddenly.

The faint blue cracking force field cut Wokuotai's legs with broken leg armor in half like a hot table knife cutting butter without any stagnation.

Wo Kuotai groaned, and blood spurted out. The wound was immediately covered by the hemostatic gel of the armor's life support system. The blood condensed into a blood clot at the root of Wo Kuotai's thigh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and further scabbed.

It is the Lamanre organ in the Space Marine's chest that secretes the Lamanre cells scattered in the blood vessels, which act rapidly.

Doing amputation surgery on oneself, are all Space Marines such ruthless people? Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

At this time, Fu Qinghai suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the corpses of Cedric and others were scattered on the ground. There seemed to be strange scars on the arm of one corpse.

Fu Qinghai couldn't restrain his curiosity and squatted down to observe.

They are traces of gnawing.

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened, he suddenly raised his head to look at Wokuotai, and took two steps back calmly.

"You eat people?" Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.

Wo Kuotai raised his head, looked directly into Fu Qinghai's eyes calmly, and said: "The nutrient solution in the life-support device is only enough for me to survive for three days, and my stomach can digest many kinds of organic matter to provide my body with the necessary energy.

, including the corpses of the enemy."

The corpse of the enemy... Wo Kuotai was so open that Fu Qinghai didn't know how to answer for a while. The moral concepts of the Warhammer 40K universe were very different from those of the previous life on Earth. Fu Qinghai also had difficulty adapting to lobotomizing living people and transforming them into servitors at first.

This behavior is commonplace among people here.

Fu Qinghai could only nod and said: "Okay."

Indeed, a mature Space Marine cannot let himself starve to death, that would be too cowardly.

In the following time, Fu Qinghai began to pick through the safe areas in the wreckage of the battleship, found suitable materials, and made a tow truck to be hung behind the jet motorcycle, because although Ogedai lost his legs,

As a space warrior, his body size is still far larger than that of ordinary people, and he cannot sit on a jet motorcycle.

This drag bucket has no wheels, it is simply a steel plate with a certain curvature placed on the ground.

During the process of manufacturing this drag bucket, Fu Qinghai had to say that the indestructible power sword is really a very useful cutting tool. Even if it is not used to cut people, it is very efficient as a manufacturing tool.

After searching for some usable weapons and supplies in the ruins, the three of them prepared to return to the colonial stronghold.

Wo Kuotai put his hands on the ground and placed himself on the tow truck made by Fu Qinghai. He tightly clasped the edges of both sides of the tow truck with both hands and looked at Fu Qinghai with eyes full of suspicion.

Fu Qinghai comforted him: "Don't worry, I'll ask Fei Yi to drive slower."

"Boom..." The girl twisted her delicate hands and the jet motorcycle started.

Wo Kuotai, who had lost his legs, was sitting in the tow truck. He felt a little nervous at the moment. For some reason, he remembered the first time he participated in the battleship jump gang, and the first time he participated in the orbital airborne...
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