In a small villa with a bit of Terra Gubarque style decoration, and the overall sense of simplicity and practicality unique to colonial strongholds.

Fu Qinghai, who was simply dressed, sat on a brown-red classical sofa. The servant next to him poured him a cup of black tea.

"So, little Locke, are you coming to me also about that spaceship?" Sitting opposite Fu Qinghai, Calvin is a brown-haired middle-aged man wearing a loose uniform of an imperial official. His face is covered with stubble.

It was full of exhaustion. He leaned listlessly on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Fu Qinghai in front of him.

"Yes, the death of Cidrick and the others has spread throughout the stronghold, and I believe you all know about it." Fu Qinghai looked straight at Calvin, "I want to know what's in that spaceship,

Lord Calvin?”

"What's there..." Calvin picked up the bottle and took a sip, "I don't know how to describe it... Little Locke, have you ever seen a battle between angels?"

Calvin stared fixedly at the coffee table in front of him, his eyes unfocused, and the expression on his face seemed to be fearful and helpless, "Those angels you look up to, those demigods walking in the world, the indestructible guardians of the empire, are they?

Will they also fall and betray? They will also kill each other one day? Your Majesty, I have never witnessed such...such..."

Then, he laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "Haha, that's right. Why am I telling you, a kid who grew up in a slum, all this?"

"There's someone alive inside, right?" Fu Qinghai ignored Calvin's nagging and asked directly.

"Yes, you are right, there are people alive." Calvin grabbed the bottle and took another swig. It seemed that only alcohol could soothe his shocked outlook. "I have thought about it. When everything is over, someone will come.

We will just wait for the stronghold. No matter who he is, he will rule this stronghold and may destroy it, who knows."

Calvin waved his hand tiredly and said: "This is not a problem you need to consider, little Locke. Coming to Cheslatan is the first time in your life that you feel the direct light from a star. Enjoy it and continue eating.

Go to the base’s free catering bar and don’t get close to that spaceship.”

"This is my last advice to you."

Calvin was right. Locke, who once lived in the lower levels of the hive city, only received artificial lighting from the hive city electrician's union. He had never known what it was like to be illuminated by the light of a star.

"Hidric...what the hell, just a group of low-level hives who don't know how to live or die..." Calvin, who seemed a little confused after drinking, muttered in a low voice.

"Okay, sir, farewell." After getting the information he wanted to know, Fu Qinghai said no more and politely stood up to say goodbye.

Outside the villa, Fei was leaning on a jet motorcycle waiting for Fu Qinghai. His straight long legs were very eye-catching. When he saw Fu Qinghai coming out, he quickly asked:

"Well, Arlo, what did Calvin say? Did he tell you what happened?"

"He didn't say it." Fu Qinghai got on the motorcycle with a serious expression, "But it means he said it."

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The dim yellow light shines on the khaki concrete walls, casting long black shadows on the furnishings in the house.

This is a house with three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, which is much larger than Fu Qinghai's single cabin. It is Fei Yi's home.

After Feiyi's parents died of illness, they left some inheritance to the little girl.

Including this house with a two-story loft, a Levante Cyclone-V small jet motorcycle, some furniture and household appliances, a bunch of sampling and analysis equipment, a bunch of alien plant information, etc.

Not considered poor, but much better than Fu Qinghai, a pure proletarian. After all, even the single hut was not Fu Qinghai's private property, it was just given to him by the colonial stronghold.

The night in the colonial stronghold was dry and cool. In the kitchen, Fei was wearing a gray linen suspender dress from her mother and was concentrating on slicing a plate of Cheslatan alien fruits, like a virtuous little wife, her skirt hanging on

Her slender shoulders were slightly broad, her slender breasts lifted up the outline of her dress, and the gleam of white under her arms gave the quiet room a hint of charm.

Fu Qinghai had no intention of enjoying this scene. He leaned against the sofa and sat cross-legged on the carpet in the living room with his bare feet, frowning and thinking, weighing the pros and cons.

He was almost certain that the crashed spaceship was not only a warship, but also an Astartes on it!

Calvin is an administrative officer of the Ministry of Military Affairs following the expedition fleet. He is not some hive city civilian who has never seen the world.

Ladroel can call all the terrifying things he cannot understand "demons", but there is only one existence that Calvin can call "angels" -

Space Marine.

This humanoid biological weapon developed by the Emperor based on twenty Primarchs, also known as the Monks Astartes, is huge in stature, infinite in strength, fearless in combat, superb in killing skills, and extremely powerful in combat. It is the Emperor's

Relying on the unification of Terra and the further launch of the Great Expedition to recover the old colonies of human beings in the galaxy.

He is also the true protagonist of the Warhammer 40K universe.

For the past millennium, the Great Crusade has been the main theme of the Human Empire and even the entire galaxy. The Supreme Leader of the Human Empire, the Emperor, led the Space Marine Legion he personally built, starting from Holy Terra, using subspace navigation technology,

Determined to move towards the former human colonies in the galaxy that were lost in the Dark Ages, while recovering these planets that were once ruled by humans in the solar system, while searching for the Primarchs scattered throughout the galaxy by the power of subspace, and integrating them into the future.

In the Space Marine Legion based on their respective genes.

And now, if the timers on the colonial stronghold were not disturbed by the warp storm, the era Fu Qinghai lived in was the era of the Horus Heresy. The Emperor had completed most of the set goals of the Great Crusade and had finally completed it.

The close Primarch Horus Luperkar was promoted to "Warmaster" and commanded all other Space Marine legions and expeditionary fleets to continue the Great Crusade. Then he returned to Terra and hid in the basement of the Terran Palace to study him.

secret project, and in the subsequent series of events, Warmaster Horus, gradually corrupted by the evil gods of the warp, finally launched a rebellion against the Emperor, plunging the entire galaxy into burning and chaos.

Loyalty and betrayal, rebellion and counterinsurgency are the themes of this era.

Regardless of whether he takes the initiative or is forced to do so, Fu Qinghai will be involved in this catastrophe for mankind and will not be able to survive alone - the crash of a warship carrying Space Marines in Cheslatan is clear evidence of this.

It proves that this war between human brains and dog brains has even reached the little-known remote colonial planet of Cheslatan.

"Aluo, come and eat." Fei Yi placed a plate of purple-red, strange-shaped sliced ​​fruits on the coffee table in front of Fu Qinghai, then followed Fu Qinghai's example and sat on the carpet with his legs together.

Fu Qinghai twisted a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted a bit like the passion fruit from the earth in his previous life, with a faint strange fishy smell.

Fu Qinghai wondered if Fei Yi cut up the alien plants that his parents cultivated for research and gave them to him.

"I know what's on that spaceship, Fei Yi." Fu Qinghai said calmly.

"What's there?" Fei leaned next to Fu Qinghai and ate some fruit. He didn't seem to care about the problem.

"Space Marines, do you know Space Marines?"

"Of course I know. I've heard of it before I came here. The legendary unrivaled warrior, the emperor's superhuman soldier, and the patron saint of the empire." Feiyi finished reading a long list of adjectives and looked at Fu Qinghai strangely.

One glance said, "Don't think of me as a country girl who has never seen the world, okay? You are the kid from the nest."

The Space Marines are a household name in the Empire. They are not only the Emperor's support for unifying Terra, but also the main force of the Great Crusade. Although they are a household name, apart from the mortal auxiliaries who fight side by side with the Space Marines, no real Space Marines have ever been seen.

There are not many ordinary people in the world, and most of the ordinary residents of the Empire's impressions of Space Marines remain in legends.

After all, considering the empire's huge population base and standing military strength, the number of Space Marines is not large. They are the elite among the elite.

Fu Qinghai ignored Fei Yi's complaints and continued: "I guess the Space Marines on that spaceship are fighting each other."

"Oh?" Fei finally became interested, "Why do they fight with each other? Did Calvin tell you?"

"Calvin didn't say anything. I inferred it from his words." Fu Qinghai pursed his lips and said: "Calvin is in a very bad mood now. He is very negative. He may have never seen two teams of Space Marines with the same attitude in the past.

A life and death fight, this incident had a great impact on him. He could not receive any information from Terra and the expedition fleet for a long time. He was unable to make a judgment. He decided to leave the fate of the colonial stronghold to the winner of the battle."

"Whoever wins."

"Then how do you judge, Aluo?" Fei Yi turned around and held Fu Qinghai's arm, looking at him intently with a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

I don't know why, even the colonial governor with the most information and knowledge couldn't make a decision, but Feiyi believed in Fu Qinghai, a poor boy from the lower class of the hive city, and trusted him inexplicably.

"I don't know either," Fu Qinghai took a deep breath, "but I decided to go to the crash site of the spacecraft to have a look."

"Ah? Don't go. Why are you going? Haven't you seen what happened to Xedric's group?" Feiyi became anxious after hearing this. She said while touching Fu Qinghai's forehead with her hand.

Fu Qinghai pushed Fei Yi's hand away and said, "I know, but I still have to go. I have to find out what happened. I can't leave my destiny to others, sit at home and pray, and let God do what I want."

It seems that the superstitious religions such as the Emperor's Holy Words, which have been secretly circulated in the expedition fleet, have not been introduced to this remote colonial stronghold. Now, even if Fu Qinghai really wants to pray, he cannot find the tools or objects.

"But...but I promised my parents that I would protect you!" Fei Yi was really anxious, with water glistening in her big eyes.

It's not certain who is protecting whom... Fu Qinghai was speechless. He also held Fei Yi's little hand and said: "I also promised your parents to protect you. This is not contradictory. The Milky Way is cruel, Fei Yi.

If I can't find a way to pursue more powerful power, how can I protect myself and you? Can I rely on you to stand in front of me again and again? "

Facing Fu Qinghai's question, Fei Yi was speechless. She was not a cute little princess who grew up in a greenhouse. Even though she lived in the middle of the Levante Hive, she still knew the cruelty of the universe.

They cannot live a carefree life in this small colonial stronghold for the rest of their lives.

"What's more, small-scale battles shouldn't last so long. The winner should have been determined long ago. Why is there still no one coming to the colonial stronghold? There may be other changes on the spaceship." Fu Qinghai analyzed.

"I'm not sure what the specific accident is, but we can go take a look." Fu Qinghai turned to look at Fei Yi with firm eyes.

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In the early morning of the next day, the stars had not yet risen, the morning light was dim, and the entire colonial stronghold was shrouded in silence and peace.

Fu Qinghai and Fei Yi have already packed their bags and set off.

The natural scenery of Cheslatan's main continent is a bit like the western United States in its previous life. Jet motorcycles are galloping on the desolate Gobi Desert, pulling out a long trail of smoke behind them. The occasional khaki weathered giant rocks and clusters of thorn bushes are

A touch of embellishment in a desolate landscape.

Fu Qinghai was sitting in the back seat of the jet motorcycle, holding Fei Yi's slender waist tightly to prevent him from being thrown away by the bumpy motorcycle. The morning sun was not too hot, and their heads and faces were wrapped in the clothes of desert herdsmen from their previous lives.

Wearing the same face towel, only one pair of eyes is exposed. Fei, who is driving, also wears a pair of brown goggles, looking very capable.

How to describe Fu Qinghai's current image...Lawrence of Arabia.

There is a long pole-like object hanging on the side of the car. This is an electric shock gun, which Feiyi's parents use to explore the wild. It is also the only weapon for the two of them at present.

Fu Qinghai, who was sitting in the back seat, sometimes couldn't help but think: The second life given by the world of reincarnation is really good. Not only does it have a beautiful skin, but it is accompanied by a childhood sweetheart at the beginning, and there is also the Cheslatan colonial stronghold.

It is a rare and gentle novice village in the Warhammer 40K universe, but he still has to risk his life. It is simply not taking the good intentions of the reincarnation world seriously.

This Levante Cyclone-V-shaped silver-gray jet motorcycle manufactured by the Levante Hive World is already a few years old, but it is still reasonably durable. However, the engine noise is a bit loud and the vibrations are obvious. The original vehicle design has a maximum ceiling.
To be continued...