68: Chapter 68 Why are the Dark Spirits here!

On the central bridge leading to the Upper Nest, checkpoint barriers stood across the middle of the road.

Soldiers of the Fifth Legion held their Laser Guns, blocking Fu Haoran's convoy tightly.

Commander Marcus Witt stood at the very front with his arms crossed, his face full of undisguised contempt.

He was a confidant of Brigadier General Valerius, and it was clear he was here to block their path.

The convoy stopped, and Fu Haoran lowered his window, asking with a cold face:

"What? Even my convoy, as the Governor, needs to be inspected?"

"My apologies, Lord Governor." Marcus gave a fake smile. "These are the rules of the Upper Nest. All incoming and outgoing vehicles must be opened for inspection. Even if you are the Governor, there are no exceptions."

Everyone knew this was just to prevent Fu Haoran from causing trouble.

Fu Haoran stared at him for three seconds, said nothing more, and raised his hand to signal the doors be opened.

Marcus's eyes lit up as he personally led his men to charge forward, turning the five vehicles upside down.

The cargo doors opened to reveal neatly stacked ingredients, along with some tableware and decorations for the banquet.

Aside from having a few extra people, there was nothing amiss.

Still uneasy, Marcus personally climbed onto a vehicle and swept it with a detector.

The detector remained silent, showing no weapon signatures.

He brushed the dust off his hands and waved with a smile: "Let them through!"

As the convoy restarted and departed,

Marcus immediately dialed Valerius's comms, reporting obsequiously: "Rest assured, Brigadier General. That kid Fu Haoran is a spineless coward; there wasn't even a single gun in the convoy."

"He has definitely backed down."

What he didn't know was that at the other end of the bridge, in the darkness, a team was ready and waiting.

...

In the core district of the Upper Nest, the Starry Banquet Hall.

There was still an hour before the dinner began, and the nobles had not yet arrived.

Fu Haoran and Yuri, acting like hosts, slowly inspected the venue's layout, their fingertips brushing over the plates on the dining tables.

Then they arrived at the underground wine cellar.

Fu Haoran raised his hand and made a swipe in the air. The system space opened, and sets of exoskeleton Powered Armor landed silently.

In the banquet hall's kitchen, soldiers disguised as attendants had already donned flak armor beneath their uniforms, with laser pistols securely strapped to their ankles.

Miniature concussion grenades had been hidden in the ventilation ducts in advance, their circuits connected to Fu Haoran's personal terminal.

The electronic locks on the banquet hall doors had already been cracked by Yuri, ready to be remotely locked at any time.

Every soldier disguised as an attendant was wearing an earpiece.

Yuri leaned in close to Fu Haoran and lowered his voice: "Everything is set. As soon as the signal sounds, the men in the wine cellar can storm the banquet hall within ten seconds. With the doors locked, not a single soul will escape."

Fu Haoran nodded without speaking, his gaze sweeping over the observation balcony on the second floor of the banquet hall.

That would be tonight's main battlefield.

...

As the clock struck seven in the evening, the nobles began to arrive one after another.

The gilded doors pushed open repeatedly as Hive Nobles in opulent formal wear entered with their bodyguards, chatting and laughing. The looks they gave Fu Haoran were filled with the contempt one might show a lamb led to slaughter.

Standing beside Fu Haoran, Yuri lowered his voice, his expression growing increasingly grim: "The bodyguards the nobles brought are three times more than we estimated. We're in big trouble."

"Wait, why are there Drukhari here too!"

Fu Haoran followed his gaze.

A tall figure with fiery red hair reaching down to her waist stood out from the crowd.

She wore a black, form-fitting outfit comparable to a bikini, with barbed razor greaves wrapping her long legs. She stepped barefoot onto the marble floor, her figure slender and seductive. The upward tilt at the corners of her eyes held a natural allure, yet deep within them hid a murderous intent cold enough to freeze someone to death.

Sexy, elegant, and lethal.

Fu Haoran spent 100 General Points to activate a deep system scan.

[Name: Laelith Hesperax]

[Race: Commorragh Drukhari]

[Identity: Top Succubus Warrior of the Wych Cults]

[Attributes: Strength 80, Agility 95, Constitution 75, Spirit 85]

[Core Abilities: Hair-Toxin Piercing, Ultimate Melee Footwork, Neurotoxin Mastery]

[Equipment: Poisoned Daggers ×2, Plasma Grenades ×3 (Hidden locations cannot be scanned), Barbed Neurotoxin Hair-strands]

[Current Favorability: 5]

[Description: Laelith Hesperax, a Succubus. This is the title for the most martial, elegant, and charming female warriors in Drukhari society. Without any modification or divine grace, she can battle a Space Marine Champion for hours relying solely on instinct and skill. Danger Level: SSS.]

[PS: Host, you've hit a hard wall this time! A top-tier powerhouse among the Commorragh Wyches. With your current attribute points, you won't last three rounds in her hands. Good luck!]

It was hard for outsiders to believe that this Aeldari girl, armed only with daggers, barbed hair-ties, a sports bra, stockings, and a G-string, had a danger rating that was absolutely maxed out!

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Haoran dumped all his free attribute points into Strength and Agility.

Just then, Laelith, in the corner of the banquet hall, suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting Fu Haoran's.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Interesting. He actually has no sexual desire toward me at all, and even seems... a bit repulsed by me?"

Just at that moment, several bloated, fat-headed nobles approached her, intending to invite her for a drink.

Laelith didn't bother to speak, not even lifting an eyelid.

She had zero interest in such meaningless interaction, especially with these lower lifeforms evolved from monkeys, whose heads were filled with nothing but lust.

Laelith simply raised her leg, moving so fast she was a mere afterimage. After a few kicks, several nobles instantly clutched their crotches and fell to the ground, curling into balls of pain.

Just as they were about to scream, Laelith put them out of their misery by knocking them unconscious.

With a light push of her toes, Laelith cleared a distance of over ten meters in a few leaps, landing steadily in front of Fu Haoran.

Yuri's whole body tensed, his hand on his gun, not daring to move.

"A Succubus, why deign to come here?" Fu Haoran spoke first.

"Oh? You actually recognize a Succubus?" Laelith looked at him with great interest, her voice sweet and melodious, tugging at one's heartstrings much like the succubus demons of legend.

"I've heard of them." Fu Haoran's tone was calm. "The top warriors of the Wych Cults. Your status in Commorragh is higher than that of the nobility."

A glint of intrigue flashed in Laelith's eyes.

Fu Haoran knew the temperament of these Drukhari all too well.

Flattery was useless; the more excited they became, the harder they would stab you in the back.

Since they were already enemies, he might as well start with some direct mockery. If she really decided to take his life, maybe she'd give him a quick end.

Thus, Fu Haoran went straight for the jugular: "I heard you often get ground into the dirt by the Asuryani Autarchs, which is why you especially love running to the human world to bully weaklings just to feel important?"

Laelith's eyebrows shot up instantly, her gaze landing on Fu Haoran's neck, though her tone remained sickeningly sweet: "It seems someone is tired of living."

She took a step forward.

Yuri was nearly wetting himself. Good grief, this is a Dark Aeldari! A ruthless character who could mince you into eight pieces in a single second!

The key was, they didn't like giving people a quick death; they preferred torture above all else!

Fu Haoran didn't budge an inch, turning his head to speak to someone behind him: "Lucifer, there's a fellow countrywoman of yours here."

This posture was very much 'if I can't beat the girl, I'll call my guardian.'

Laelith became interested; she wanted to see what kind of backer this human could find.

Today, even if a 'tin can' showed up, it would be useless!

A figure walked over from the dining table, holding snacks in one hand and an ice-cold cola from the 2K World in the other.

"I didn't expect to see a little Aeldari girl here."

Little girl?

Laelith's killing intent surged violently.

She had lived for over ten thousand years, and someone dared to call her a little girl?

Seeking death!

Just as she was about to move, her instincts screamed a frantic warning.

I can't beat her. I absolutely cannot beat her.

The woman before her, who looked about the same height as her, emitted a deathly still aura that made her feel fear down to her bones.

That was the mark of an ancient enemy from the War in Heaven, etched into Aeldari genes.

This woman in front of her... was a Necron?

Just as the two sides were at daggers drawn and the air was about to solidify, a middle-aged man in a Rogue Trader uniform strode in, laughing as he spoke: "Lady Laelith, I'm late! The goods you wanted are ready!"

It was the Rogue Trader, Reck Vance.

He had inadvertently stumbled into this confrontation, interrupting the imminent battle.

Laelith withdrew her fighting intent.

Her main reason for coming this time was to relax, and incidentally, to purchase a batch of slaves from Reck Vance to take back.

Before leaving, Laelith's gaze swept over Fu Haoran, her lips curling into a playful smile: "My name is Laelith Hesperax."

"I hope your performance in a moment will satisfy me."

Clearly, she had long since seen through these little maneuvers in the banquet hall.

To a Dark Aeldari who mastered conspiracies and schemes, Fu Haoran's arrangements were simply too childish.

But she wouldn't say a word.

After all, conspiracy and slaughter themselves were the best kind of fun.

Lucifer leaned against the railing and spoke flatly: "Outside the banquet hall, there are twelve more Dark Aeldari she brought with her. You're in quite a bit of trouble."

Yuri's legs went soft, his voice trembling: "One... one is already pushing it, but twelve?!"

Fu Haoran looked at Lucifer: "Can you pin them down?"

"The others are no problem; I can keep them from causing you trouble."

"But that Dark Aeldari woman, I can't hold her back."

Fu Haoran fell silent.

This 'Hongmen Banquet' had already begun; there was no turning back now!

"It's just one Dark Aeldari Succubus. I refuse to believe I can't handle her!" Fu Haoran boasted to pump himself up.