Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 177

The crimson laser of the laser cannon swept across the battlefield. The shells of the battle cannon burst out of the chamber with high temperature. evaporate together.

Leman Lutank, who opened fire in time, greatly shared the pressure Fu Qinghai was facing.

The standard version of the Sentinel has a heavy bolter or a stump gun mounted on the side, and a special version can be mounted with a chainsword or a boom.

The felling gun was fine. The felling gun was essentially a large-caliber automatic cannon, mainly due to its fast rate of fire and poor armor-piercing ability. Unless it happened to hit a place like goggles, it couldn't penetrate the Blue Shell power armor.

But heavy explosive shells are different. Compared with the standard .1.0 caliber heavy explosive shell, the 75 caliber heavy explosive shell is more powerful and penetrates stronger. In the blink of an eye, Fu Qinghai was killed by at least three heavy explosive shells. Hit at the same time, the arm armor and patina were all shattered, and the thickest shoulder armor was cracked, which was the result of his quick dodge in time.

The defense of the Blue Shell power armor is much higher than that of the MK4 extreme power armor, but it has not yet achieved essential innovation and breakthrough.

Fortunately, at the moment when Fu Qinghai gave the order to fire, several Riemann Rustanks released the smoke tubes. After a few "bang bang bang", the smoke bombs dragged their trails across the curve and bounced to the ground in all directions. Smoke enveloped the battlefield, obscuring Fu Qinghai's figure.

This is the standard procedure for the imperial guards to cooperate with infantry and tanks. Cyril is cowardly, but he is not stupid.

Thick smoke covered the main road and the ravines on both sides. In the white fog of war, yellow flames and red lasers lit up from time to time, and the Riemann Rustank, equipped with a thermal imaging sighting system, continued to fire in the smoke.

The fast-moving interstellar warrior stirred the thick fog, and the ghostly figure appeared and disappeared from time to time. The red light of the eyepiece wandered in the fog. Whenever he appeared beside the sentinel, accompanied by the buzzing of the chainsaw , and the sharp and ear-piercing sound of metal tearing, there must be a Sentinel mech to fall down.

Facing Boom head-on, the Sentinels were no match for Leman Rustank. After the death of Humphrey Bentham, the second regiment was ready to retreat. The Sentinels on both sides stepped forward, turned their fuselages and retreated. He intends to use the complicated terrain to get rid of the pursuit of the first regiment.

But Fu Qinghai didn't intend to let them go.

If viewed from a high altitude, the sentinels looked like a group of ostriches fleeing desperately in the rolling hills, being chased away by a space warrior who was much smaller than them with a sword in hand.

Fu Qinghai ran quickly with his sword in hand, and jumped up when he encountered a ravine or a boulder. The air backpack ejected airflow and flames, helping Fu Qinghai to cross the obstacle, like a tiger preying on it, and the huge impact force knocked the Sentinel in front of him. It was knocked over, and the fallen fuselage plowed two tunnels in the mud... Fu Qinghai turned over and stood up, pulled out the blood-stained chainsaw sword from the overturned cabin, and then turned to look at the next unlucky guy who was fleeing .

The space fighters have plasma guns, melta guns, and deflagration guns... They have all kinds of anti-vehicle weapons, but have you ever seen a reckless man who swings a chainsaw sword and chops a mecha?

Too reckless, I can't afford to provoke him.

The fighting on both sides of the main road has subsided, and the thick fog is gradually dissipating.

Cyril leaned out from the roof hatch, took out the binoculars and looked at Fu Qinghai who was chasing madly in the distance, sighed and said:

"One person, one sword, defeating thousands of enemies, is indeed the legendary Astarte, the world's most brave, it should be so."

Just an interstellar soldier who explored the path in the early stage is so powerful, how terrifying is the space fleet behind him?
Thinking of this, Cyril couldn't help but rejoice that he was not on the wrong team.

Soon, except for some of the Bentham family's loyalists, Fu Qinghai beheaded all of them, and the remaining sentinel mechas turned off and knelt down. The pilot raised his hands and walked out of the cabin to express his surrender.

When the soldiers who got out of the Chimera armored personnel carrier came to this hill in search formation with laser guns, what they saw was the mech pilot kneeling in a circle with his hands raised, surrounded by them In the middle is a little giant in armor holding a chainsaw sword, with scorched and torn armor and scarlet eyepieces.

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"What's the next target, my lord, is it the Arsonist Group or the Punishment Group?"

Cyril asked Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai gently wiped Qing Zhiya's sword body with a rag, threw down the blood-stained rag after wiping, put the chainsaw sword back into his waist, and said:

"Those are two infantry regiments without armored vehicles. There is no threat to me. I leave it to you to deal with. I have more important things to do."

At this moment, Cyril sincerely admires in his heart:
In fact, I think these two regiments with armored vehicles are not a big threat to you.

Lieutenant Colonel Cyril nodded and led the task.

The "Arsonist" regiment is stationed in the main nest, and tanks and armored vehicles cannot drive in, so it will not be considered for the time being. The aristocratic supervisory team of the "Punishment" regiment is small in number, and they have to be distracted to suppress the criminals. It is not a concern at all. Tanks can drive past and persuade them to surrender.

Just as Fu Qinghai said, Cyril moved all the mecha fuel out of the "Pacer" regiment's garrison and injected it into the fuel tank of the Leman Rustank, and the armored troops rumbled on the road again.

Fu Qinghai's eyes, on the other hand, looked at the majestic black city like a mountain in the distance, where dense light spots were scattered, rivers of sewage flowed down like waterfalls, and countless pillars of highly toxic smoke merged into the clouds. The spiky tower, the top that goes straight into the clouds and can't see the end.

……

Hive Capital of Schwerin, Spire Area.

On the turbulent sea of ​​white clouds, the clouds are rolling, and the clouds are piling up all the time, curling, undulating, and dissipating.

The sun is always shining here, and the sky is always clear. In the blue sky above, the vague outline of the space port can be seen faintly.

This is a huge meeting room, the huge floor-to-ceiling glass is transparent and spotless, and you can have a panoramic view of the boundless sea of ​​white clouds outside the window.

From the floor to the ceiling, murals composed of gold, silver and lapis lazuli are alternately inlaid. Under the thick red velvet curtains, there are gold tassels hanging. The patterns on the floor radiate from the conference table. Spread out on the floor, the outline constitutes a gorgeous picture scroll.

Wealth and light reflect each other, making the whole room fall into a state of extravagance, and the operation panel and display screen of the conference table are almost overwhelmed by the visual impact of these decorations.

A skinny old man was sitting on the seat beside the conference table. He was sitting alone, quietly watching the sea of ​​white clouds outside the window.

Yes, only one person, because the service servitors standing by were not counted as people.

The black dress on the servant's body, delicate twill fabric, and exquisite bronze buttons are enough to make the poor in the nest jealous. Most of its chest cavity has been replaced by a cocktail machine, and a row of exquisite brass faucets emerge from the chest. Stretching out, holding a tray with both hands, with crystal goblets placed inside.

There are four detectors inlaid on the front, back, left, and right sides of its head, which is convenient for it to observe the words and colors in all directions, capture the most subtle voice information, and will not miss the needs of any guests. Fragments of words——

He stroked the corner of the conference table with his fingers, and said softly to himself:
"Gladys... Cyril... what are you trying to tell me..."

"The Astartes emerging from the bottom hive...the sudden rise of the Spartans..."

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The wetware brain of the servitor is a bit overwhelmed. It doesn't know whether the old man is giving him some kind of order, or some kind of drink formula that he can't understand. Search memory for answers.

Gladys... Gladys Sommerfeld.

A picture image corresponds to the memory of the servitor.

The light gray hair unique to the Sommerfeld family is combed into a high bun and fixed by a hairpin. The hair on the side of the ears is coiled into delicate curls. The tip of the nose is erect and the lips are plump and smooth. But with a three-dimensional jaw line, the corners of his mouth are always turned down, full of contempt and disdain for the people or things around him.

Cyril... Cyril Sommerfeld.

A middle-aged man with a fair complexion, wearing a military uniform, no beard, gray hair combed back neatly, even in a tank camp full of engine oil stains, he still wants to keep clean and tidy.

This is the information stored in the servitor's memory, so that it can recognize the distinguished family members as quickly as possible, as well as their respective tastes and hobbies.

The two nouns spoken by the old man corresponded to the information in the memory storage.

There was only one noun that was particularly confusing to the servitor.

Astartes...

what does that mean?
The name of a wine?
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The hive capital of Schwerin, the passageway from the lower nest to the upper nest.

The Spartans led by Koshweto are confronting the hive police.

More than a dozen bailiffs in iron-gray fully enclosed bulletproof armor, armed with shock batons, shock carbines, and combat shotguns, carefully and cautiously surrounded the Spartan soldiers.

This is a very rare scene.

The Hive Capital Marshals are not so much a police force as they are the personal army of the planetary governor. They never pay attention to civilized law enforcement and gentle persuasion. Once the bailiffs catch the slightest sign of crime, they will quickly and fiercely Use extreme violence to suppress.

For the Hive City Marshals, no matter Black or White, Nobody Lives Matter, they often sweep up an entire settlement for an unwarranted reason.

The reason why this group of people are so cautious now is because of the behavior of Koshwito who just smashed the three bailiffs with his bare hands.

They saw Koshwetor's weapon on a magnetic hook.

However, he didn't even take out his weapon.

This made the bailiffs even more troublesome.

"The Nest is not a place for people like you to come to, man."

A bailiff said in a deep voice, the rude voice came from the helmet, a little rough and muddy.

"We don't care about you fighting and killing in the lower nest, but if you insist on going to the upper nest, even if you pass our level, the arsonist group of the Schwerin Corps will wait for you up there."

The bailiff threatened harshly.

Koshvito said:
"We have an agreement with the Sommerfeld family, we can go to the upper nest."

The hive capital policeman said:
"I've never received an order like this... wait a minute."

The bailiff suddenly pressed the communication device next to his ear, said something in a low voice, then he raised his head, glanced at Koshwito, and after repeated confirmation, he finally moved away reluctantly and said:
"You can pass."

The gang members behind Koshwito all showed expressions of disbelief, and Koshwito's face hidden under the golden mask just smiled slightly.

This was all in his and Fu Qinghai's plan.

……

Accompanied by the blowing air waves and flying dust, a newly painted Valkyrie transport plane slowly stopped in front of Fu Qinghai.

The nose of the Hind and the tail of the A10 are like the Stormbird landing craft. The overall appearance of the Valkyrie transport aircraft is sharp and straight, and the lines are straight and rigid, but it is also a special flying vehicle for the Imperial Guard.

There is a double-headed eagle coat of arms on the fuselage, next to the family emblem of the Sommerfeld family, the iconic downward curved wings of the Valkyrie transport plane, no rocket nests or air-to-ground missiles mounted under the wings, empty .

The transport plane will come to a stop, the turbofan on the back has not completely stopped, an officer walked out of the cabin, saluted Fu Qinghai, and said:
"Respected Lord Astarte, the current patriarch of the Sommerfeld family, Valentin Sommerfeld, invites you to go to the top of the tower for a speech."

Fu Qinghai thought about it.

The planetary garrison, the Schwerin Corps, has already existed in name only: the strongest first regiment is loyal to itself, the second regiment with an unsteady stand has no organizational structure, the weakest third regiment has all surrendered, and the fourth regiment is stationed in the main hive The attitude of the city is unknown.

The largest military armed force on the surface of the Schwerin nest capital has basically been taken care of by itself.

It's time for a showdown with the spire nobles.

I just didn't expect that people from the Sommerfeld family would come to greet me so soon.

What about the frigate?
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　Thanks to Nanfang Beisu, book friend 2021**3493, Agoni Ziyue for their rewards.

Brothers, I have a yellow code today...According to them, it takes two nucleic acid tests every three days to turn green. Let’s make a transition in this chapter.

　
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