Chapter 7 Calvin
In a small villa with a touch of Terra Gubarroque 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 stubble-covered face 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 Xedric and the others has been spread throughout the stronghold, and I think you must also know about it.” Fu Qinghai looked straight at Calvin, “I want to know, that spaceship, What’s in there, 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 decided Staring at the coffee table in front of him, his eyes were 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, will they also fall?" Will they also kill each other one day? Your Majesty, I have never witnessed anything like that..."
Then he laughed at himself, "Haha, that's right, I Why are you telling this to a kid who grew up in a slum? "
"There are people alive in there, right?" Fu Qinghai asked bluntly, ignoring Calvin's nagging.
"Yes, you are right, there is someone alive." Calvin grabbed the bottle and took another sip. It seemed that only alcohol could soothe his shocked outlook, "I have thought about it, waiting for everything In the end, someone will come to the stronghold, we just wait. No matter who he is, he will rule this stronghold and maybe 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.”< br>
“This is my last advice to you.”
Calvin is right. Locke, who once lived in the lower levels of the hive city, received artificial lighting from the hive city electrician’s union. I never knew what it was like to be illuminated by the light of a star.
"Xidric...what the hell, just a group of low-level broodworms 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 stopped talking and stood up politely 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:
"How is it, Arlo, what did Calvin say? Did he tell you what happened? ”
"He didn't say it." Fu Qinghai looked serious and got on the motorcycle, "But it means he said it."
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The dim light hit the khaki concrete On the wall, long black shadows were drawn out of 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. .
It is not considered poor, but it is much better than the pure proletariat Fu Qinghai. After all, even the single hut is 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 cutting a plate of Cheslatan alien fruits, like a virtuous woman. The little wife, the dress hangs slightly wide on her slender shoulders, her breasts that are beginning to take shape lift up the outline of the dress, and the gleam of white under the lotus arms brings a touch of charm to this quiet room.
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.
Radzoor can call all the horrible things he cannot understand "devils", but there is only one kind of existence that Calvin can call "angels"——
Space Marines.
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, setting out from Holy Terra, Use subspace navigation technology to move firmly towards the galaxy Those former human colonies in the system that were lost in the Dark Ages, while recovering these planets that were once ruled by humans in the solar system, are also looking for the Primarchs scattered across the galaxy by the power of subspace, and integrating them into their respective bases. Because of the original creation of the Space Marine Legion.
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, and the Emperor completed most of the Great Crusade. The stated goal was to promote Horus Luperkar, his closest Primarch, to "Warmaster" and command over all others. The Space Marine Legion and the Expeditionary Fleet continued the Great Crusade, and then returned to Terra and hid in the basement of the Terra Palace to study his secret project. In the subsequent series of events, Warmaster Horus was in the subspace. Slowly corrupted by the evil gods, they eventually 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 human catastrophe and will not be able to survive alone - the crash of a warship carrying Space Marines in Cheslatan is proof 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, and 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 Feiyi cut up the alien plants that his parents cultivated for research and ate them for himself.
"I know what's on that spaceship, Fei Yi." Fu Qinghai said calmly.
"What's there?" Fei leaned next to Fu Qinghai, eating fruit in small bites, and didn't seem to care about the problem.
"Space Marines, do you know Space Marines?"
"Of course I do, I've heard of them before coming here. The legendary unrivaled warriors, the Emperor's superhuman soldiers. , the patron saint of the empire." After Feiyi casually recited a long list of adjectives, she glanced at Fu Qinghai strangely, "Don't treat me like a country girl who has never seen the world, okay? You are the one who comes from the nest. Come on, kid.”
The Space Marines are a well-known presence 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 well-known, apart from the mortals who fight alongside the Space Marines, Apart from the auxiliaries, there are not many ordinary people who have actually seen real-life Space Marines. Most of the impressions of ordinary Empire residents about 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 Yi 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. , said: "Calvin is in a very bad mood now. He is very negative. He may have never seen two teams of Space Marines fighting for life and death in the past. This incident has a great impact on him. He has not been able to receive information from Terra and the Expedition for a long time. He could not make any judgment on any information about the fleet, and he decided to leave the fate of the colonial stronghold to the winner of the battle."
"No matter who the winner is."
"Then how do you judge, Aluo?" Fei Yi turned around and held Fu Qinghai's arm, looking at him intently with a pair of blue eyes.
I don’t know why, even the colonial governor with the most information and knowledge cannot make a decision, but Feiyi just believes in Fu Qinghai, a poor boy from the lower class of the hive city, and inexplicably trusts him.
“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.”
“Huh? Don’t go, why are you going, I hope Didn't you see what happened to Derek's group?" Feiyi became anxious after hearing this, and while talking, she touched 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. I sit at home and pray. Leave it to fate.”
It seems that 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 can't find the tools or objects.
"But...but I promised my parents that I would protect you!" Feiyi was really anxious, with water glistening in her big eyes.
It is 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. Galaxy is Cruel, Fei, if I can't find a way to pursue more powerful power, what can I do? How about protecting myself and you? Can you stand in front of me again and again?"
Faced with Fu Qinghai's question, Fei Yi was speechless. She is not a delicate little princess who grew up in a greenhouse, even in life. In the middle level of the Levante Hive, she still knew the cruelty of this universe.
They cannot live a carefree life in this small colonial stronghold for the rest of their lives.
"What's more, small-scale battles should not last for 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 can't draw a conclusion about the specific change, but we can go and take a look." Fu Qinghai turned to look at Fei Yi with firm eyes.
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The next morning, 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 and dust 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 the two people's heads and faces were They were all wrapped in the same face towels as the desert herdsmen in their previous lives, with only a pair of eyes exposed. Fei, who was driving, also wore a pair of brown goggles and looked very capable.
How to describe Fu Qinghai’s current image... Lawrence of Arabia.
A long pole-like object hangs on the side of the car. It 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 body, but it is accompanied by a childhood sweetheart at the beginning, and there are all kinds of things. The Slatan Colony 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 Levante Hive World is already a few years old, but it is still relatively durable. However, the noise of the engine is a bit loud and the vibrations are obvious. The original vehicle design has a maximum ceiling. It was 3 meters, but Cheslatan's gravity was slightly greater than that of Levante. In order to save promethium fuel, the two of them only flew to a height of 1 meter above the ground, basically flying close to the ground.
This is also the reason why Fei came to drive the jet motorcycle. After all, flying at a height of one meter still requires avoiding various obstacles on the ground. The motorcycle is fast, and Fei is more familiar with this motorcycle. , Fu Qinghai never passed the motorcycle driving license test in his previous life...
Anyway, it wasn't because Fu Qinghai was too timid to drive.
The midday sun began to heat up the Gobi Desert. Fu Qinghai and the two found a place to have lunch in the shade of a huge rock, then got on their motorcycles and continued on their way.
From the colonial stronghold to the place where the spacecraft crashed, it would take a day and a half to reach it at the speed of a jet motorcycle.
The premise is that the direction is correct.
There is no satellite positioning and navigation on the colonial planet. Relying on the impressions of the stronghold residents and the compass, Fu Qinghai and Fei Yi corrected their directions several times and gradually approached the place where the spacecraft crashed. Along the way, they saw some man-made objects scattered on the ground. The objects should be scattered parts of the spacecraft.
It was getting late and the spaceship was still far away. The two found a cave, which was a gap between two giant rocks, and decided to spend the night here.
Lighting an iron promethium lamp, Fu Qinghai and Fei Yi spread a blanket on the ground. They said nothing all night and slept in their clothes.
…………(End of this chapter)