30: Chapter 30: Mission Completed and the Bizarre Reward
The coalition army's position stretched for five kilometers.
At the front were gang cannon fodder, huddled behind makeshift fortifications, gathered in small groups around fires to keep warm.
In the middle and rear were the Noble Private Soldiers, wearing uniform armor. Leman Russ Tanks were parked on both sides of the temporary fortifications, with heavy bolters mounted at the front lines.
Count Victor sat in his command vehicle, holding a glass of amasec in his hand, listening to soft music. His army had already pressed to the perimeter of the Promethium Factory, and he felt smug:
"Those lowly Underhive gangs, they compromise for just a bit of bread. They are truly trash."
"I don't think it will take three days for the Promethium Factory to be ours."
"That kid, Fu Haoran, is simply no match for me."
His adjutant chimed in, "With that meager force, they can't hold it at all."
"Of course, he doesn't dare to mobilize too many Planetary Defense Force troops," Victor sneered.
Victor never imagined he would lose. The Planetary Defense Navy was watching from the sidelines, and Fu Haoran dared not use all his Planetary Defense Force troops, otherwise, the Navy would have a reason to intervene.
As for the nobles, they didn't take large-scale action on the surface, but secretly sent Noble Private Soldiers to participate. As long as they didn't admit it, no one could do anything to him.
The adjutant handed over a tablet, "Reconnaissance shows three valkyries took off from the factory, circling toward the southeast."
Victor glanced at it.
"Taking a detour?" He scoffed. "Afraid of our anti-aircraft fire? It's just three pieces of junk transport planes, not even an escort."
He put down his glass.
"Don't worry about it. At such a distance, they can't even hit us with bombs. Once they fly closer, our anti-aircraft guns will teach them a lesson."
The adjutant nodded and continued to watch the reconnaissance footage.
Count Victor poured himself half a glass of wine again. Just as he raised the glass, he caught a glimpse of over a dozen small black dots in the sky, slowly flying toward the camp.
Immediately after, a flash of white light.
It wasn't the fiery light of an explosion, but a white light more blinding and pure than the sun.
The first bomb landed, and a white light flared without warning, followed by a violent tremor of the earth as the power of 1,400 kilograms of TNT swept across the field.
Nearby Leman Russ Tanks were flipped over 10 meters by the shockwave, their ammunition detonating and sending flames into the sky.
Noble Private Soldiers within 70 meters were instantly vaporized by the blast wave, not even having time to scream.
Soldiers within 260 meters were pierced by flying shrapnel, falling to the ground and wailing endlessly.
And such explosions rang out 18 times in succession.
The explosions fell evenly across the garrison's location.
Smoke and dust blotted out the sky, and the Noble Private Soldiers' camp, which stretched for several kilometers, was instantly swallowed by flames and smoke.
The fine wine glass in Victor's hand slipped instantly, spilling wine all over him. The smugness on his face was instantly replaced by terror. Before he could react, a powerful shockwave threw him violently, slamming him into the ruins of the command vehicle.
It is unknown how much time passed before Victor struggled to crawl out from the rubble.
He was charred all over, his expensive noble attire burned beyond recognition, his face covered in dust and blood, one arm hanging limply at his side.
Victor looked up, and the scene before him left him dumbfounded!
The dense phalanxes of Noble Private Soldiers were gone.
The mighty Leman Russ Tank columns were gone.
The mountains of ammunition supplies were gone.
Nothing left but craters.
One after another, like craters on the moon's surface, emitting black smoke.
Scattered on the edges of the craters were charred, twisted, mangled things... he couldn't even recognize what the hell they were!
The Underhive gang cannon fodder in the distance, because they were far enough away, luckily escaped the disaster.
But seeing this hellish scene, they had already pissed themselves in fear.
Why bother fighting? Who could guarantee the enemy wouldn't launch a second wave?
In an instant, the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, not even having the thought of taking advantage of the situation.
Further away, the fleeing crowd, like a frightened ant colony, scrambled in all directions, trampling their own people, throwing away weapons, pushing, falling, getting up, and continuing to run.
Victor collapsed on the ground, muttering to himself, his eyes hollow: "Impossible... the advantage was with me, how could this happen..."
"That Fu Haoran... how could he possibly have such powerful weapons..."
There was no crashing roar, only despair deep in his bones. He didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone seek revenge.
He had nothing left in his hands.
Flee back?
"No, if I go back, Martha and the others will definitely not let me go."
This expedition not only wiped out all his family assets, but also completely destroyed his prestige!
"I am finished..." Victor muttered.
He stared at the ruins, something flashing in his eyes.
Fear, hatred, and finally, a desperate madness.
"Rather than waiting to die... I might as well defect to the Governor."
On the other side, Fu Haoran stared at the explosion footage on the communicator, but didn't feel much.
Father Karen stood to the side, his metal cybernetic eye flickering, looking at those bombs that accurately turned corners, his inner doubts growing deeper.
"Is this, after all, a creation of the golden age?"
Yuri didn't have these worries, he directly cursed: "Damn! That explosion was so satisfying!"
"Those Noble Private Soldiers' equipment and supplies are all throne coins!"
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Send people to scavenge! If we're late, the scattered cannon fodder will have looted it all!"
Fu Haoran agreed with Yuri's suggestion.
The explosion's power was great, but most of those who died were soldiers.
Weaponry and equipment could be scavenged, repaired, and used all the same.
However, compared to these "peanuts," the system rewards were what he was really focused on.
[Completed Main Quest: The Noble Counterattack]
[Rating: S (You turned a coalition of noble forces' encirclement into a one-sided demolition)]
[Reward: General Points +6666, Free Attribute Points +6]
[Reward 2: Special Adjutant Summoning Authorization (Unlock Hidden Adjutant)]
[Acquisition Method: Go to the designated coordinates to extract it yourself]
Fu Haoran's face turned black instantly, and he almost couldn't help but curse out loud: "Damn! What kind of crappy system is this? Who gives a reward that requires me to run errands myself? Why don't you just let me build an adjutant myself?"
The system remained silent.
Fu Haoran took a deep breath: "So I risked my life to blow up the coalition, and you just gave me a pie in the sky, and I still have to run errands to get it?"
Fu Haoran wanted to uninstall this crappy system.
Cursing aside, he still had to go to the coordinates; after all, this was a hidden version!
Fu Haoran picked a few dozen people, called up Ronan, the local snake, and set off in a grand manner.
With Ronan's help, the group very smoothly found the hidden freight elevator.
The elevator was very old, the cables creaking, and the four walls covered in rust.
The light above grew further and further away, and finally, it was completely swallowed up.
Yuri shrank his neck and complained: "This place is too eerie. How on earth did you find this place?"
Fu Haoran did not answer.
Finally, the elevator arrived at the deepest level.
However, according to the system's instructions, there was still a long way to go.
At first, everything was normal.
But as they walked, the walls on both sides of the passage were covered with moss and ancient carvings, with green light seeping out from the carvings, illuminating the winding path ahead.
Fu Haoran paused.
"Wait, this light..."
Fu Haoran stared at the carvings on the wall, his pupils slightly constricted.
A thought flashed through his mind.
"Necrons!"
One of the oldest races in the warhammer universe, once flesh and blood, now immortal machines.
Their marks were green energy light, pyramid-like tombs, and this kind of geometric ornamentation devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
A chill went down Fu Haoran's spine.
"What's wrong?" Yuri leaned over.
"...Nothing." Fu Haoran suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to walk forward.
The further in they went, the stronger the green light became.
Finally, a huge stone door appeared before them, the stone door carved with eerie patterns, with a crystal emitting green light embedded in the center.
There was only one type of ornamentation on the door.
The silhouette of a side profile, with extremely minimalist lines, yet exuding a look of haughty majesty.
It looked like a crown, or perhaps the emblem of some long-extinct dynasty.
Fu Haoran signaled the guards to push open the stone door, and the stone door moved slowly.
The moment the stone door was pushed open, a thick green light gushed out, illuminating the entire stone chamber.
No, it was a tomb.
The dome was so high the ceiling couldn't be seen, the four walls embedded with glowing runes.
In the center was a black crystal sarcophagus?
[Please specify the requirements for the adjutant's form. You may customize your requirements, and the system will adapt to the maximum extent within the existing reward framework.]
Fu Haoran looked at the tomb.
And looked at the prompt box again.
"Adjutant? System, you call this an adjutant? This is clearly a Necrons tomb!"
Suddenly, a thought of revenge became persistent.
"This crappy system has screwed me over plenty of times; I finally caught an opportunity."
"Let's see if I don't screw you over this time, you crappy system!"
Fu Haoran gave his answer without hesitation: "I want a beauty, a big beauty with a flesh-and-blood body."
The system was silent.
"I want someone well-endowed."
The system remained silent.
"A very beautiful, well-endowed beauty."
A full three seconds passed, though for the Reincarnator system, it felt like three hundred years.
The system had thought about the Reincarnator wanting loyalty, combat power, someone good at operational management, or even someone with technical skills.
But it never thought someone would ask for a good-looking shell!
[System is frantically loading a solution... Loading failed... Loading failed...]
[Ding~ System crashed for 3 seconds, emergency repair complete!]
Fu Haoran was amused and teased in his heart: "What? Can't do it? System, didn't you say you'd satisfy all reasonable requests? I want a female adjutant, how is that unreasonable?"
The system was completely out of patience and started to give up:
[Emergency solution: Call upon special energy to inject flesh and soul into the target]
Fu Haoran raised an eyebrow, just about to tease a few more words, but suddenly noticed the green light in the tomb suddenly became brighter.
A chill faintly seeped from the sarcophagus, and that haughty majesty seemed even heavier than before.
"Wait, system, I was joking, can we discuss this properly?"
"I was wrong."