87: Chapter 87 The good news is reinforcements, the bad news is ominous.

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Money makes the world go round.

Anyone who has worked in production understands that shipping speed is always directly proportional to payment speed and profit margins.

Under Fu Haoran's inhumanly lavish financial offensive, the factory worked 24/7 in three shifts and completed the delivery of the exoskeletons ahead of schedule.

This product was just a little bit different; while other companies' assistive exoskeletons help disabled elderly people regain mobility, this batch was designed to force the wearer to complete specific movements.

Although the seller thought this was quite perverse, they felt the requirement was normal once they remembered it was for chimpanzees.

Can chimpanzees even follow orders?

"With this batch of goods in place, the Ogryn's training shortcomings can be addressed. It's also time for a reckoning with the Grave-Thief nest in the Underhive."

Having returned to the warhammer universe, Fu Haoran was hauling the goods toward the training ground when the Starport's air raid siren suddenly blared.

"My Lord Governor! The Auspex has detected small, high-speed targets breaking through our defense line!"

"It's Drukhari Raiders!"

Fu Haoran's expression darkened.

These pointy-ears had arrived at a most inconvenient time.

A dozen dark shadows tore through the clouds, agilely bypassing the Hive City's anti-air fire.

The anti-air systems originally intended for sluggish landing craft were completely helpless against the Aeldari ships known for their speed.

Anti-gravity engines skimmed almost at ground level; as laser beams swept past, anti-air turrets instantly exploded into fireballs.

Subsequently, Raider transports and Ravager gunboats appeared one after another, and everyone realized the severity of the situation.

Fu Haoran snatched a heavy Bolter from his storage space and barked an order: "Seal the gates, find cover, strike team follow me!"

"You're crazy! Charging out now makes you a sitting duck!" Yuri reached out to stop him.

Fu Haoran was well aware of the risks, but he had no choice: "Yuri, besides me, who can barely put up a fight, how many seconds do you think the others can last?"

Yuri was left speechless.

For ordinary people, facing the Drukhari was like a turtle meeting a rabbit; they simply couldn't keep up with the enemy's speed.

Even Astartes find these pointy-ears troublesome, let alone these ordinary Hive City guards.

Fu Haoran immediately led the strike team, equipped with exoskeleton Powered Armor, and charged out.

Hydra anti-air cannons, Sabre Weapons Platforms, and wolf spider sentry turrets were set up one after another. However, before they could fire, the slender black ships tore through the clouds again, and the Laser Cannons under their wings began to roar.

In the first volley from the Raiders, several wolf spider sentry turrets were directly blown into fireballs.

Fu Haoran raised his Bolter Rifle and squeezed the trigger at the first ship diving down.

Bolter shells exploded in several bursts of fire on the hull, but the Drukhari ships were thin-skinned and fast, so they didn't suffer any fatal damage.

That ship performed a barrel roll, and the turret on its belly instantly aimed at Fu Haoran's position.

Fu Haoran raised his Storm Shield and braced himself against the laser volley.

The shield remained unscathed, but the ground behind him was carved with scorched furrows by the lasers.

Wade led a dozen veterans to flank the enemy, using their hellguns to form a web of fire that successfully hit the second ship's engine.

The lasers pierced the armor, but the duration was too short; the ship wobbled for a moment before quickly stabilizing its altitude and firing back, blasting the cover Wade was hiding behind into rubble.

Wade was knocked over by the shockwave, rolling several times on the ground and narrowly avoiding death.

"My Lord! Our ground fire can't make a dent in them!"

Fu Haoran knew he was telling the truth.

No matter how fragile the Drukhari ships were, that was only relative to the Imperial Navy's Macro Cannons.

Thinking they could be brought down by the light weapons of ground troops was basically a pipe dream.

Over the communicator, Father Karen's voice sounded again: "My Lord Governor, I have followed standard procedure and sent a distress signal to the Imperial Navy—"

He paused, his voice dropping extremely low, "But under normal circumstances, no one will come."

Fu Haoran did not respond.

He knew the current state of this star system all too well.

The so-called Imperial Navy was just a decorative facade.

If something really happened, they could only rely on themselves.

Requesting aid was merely a formality.

Astartes? The Emperor's Angels? There was no way they would come.

On the Starport battlefield, the sound of gunfire had already become a continuous roar.

Suddenly, a Tantalus flew in, skimming over the positions at extremely high speed, its sharp prow blades slicing two anti-air turrets in half.

Fu Haoran's heart skipped a beat.

The trouble at hand had already far exceeded his expectations.

The Tantalus is a heavy assault vehicle of the Drukhari and one of the largest Dark Aeldari ground units the Imperium has ever encountered.

Being able to deploy such a heavy piece of hardware meant that these weren't scattered Raiders, but a regular Drukhari Kabal.

Just then, the hatch of the leading Raider blew open, and a group of Drukhari warriors jumped down.

They were all Kabalite Warriors, moving with extreme speed.

But what truly made Fu Haoran's pupils contract was the Drukhari walking at the very front.

He wore a cloak studded with bone spikes, and his crimson vertical pupils swept across the battlefield before finally locking onto Fu Haoran.

It was an Incubus!

The most elite killing machines of the Drukhari, close-combat lunatics who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"So you're the mon-keigh who made Laelith Hesperax fail in the gutter?" The Incubus licked the fangs at the corner of his mouth, his tone full of mockery. "I want to see what kind of lowly mon-keigh could make Laelith suffer a setback."

With a wave of his hand, the Aeldari Raiders instantly dispersed, as laser beams and Poisoned Splinters poured toward the defensive works like a torrential rain.

Fu Haoran couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"She really is a femme fatale."

"All the trouble that woman Laelith caused is being pinned on me."

But Fu Haoran was no pushover either.

He fired his Bolter in rapid succession, and the heads of the Kabalite Warriors charging at the front exploded one after another.

"Strike team, shield wall advance! Left flank, saturate the area with grenades!"

At his command, the strike team immediately formed a defensive line with Composite Shields, advancing steadily and clashing with the charging Drukhari in a brutal melee.

Grenades exploded among the Aeldari, while Fu Haoran led the guards to weave through the right flank, precisely taking out two of the enemy's fire points.

The entire set of tactics had no unnecessary flourishes; it was all heavy fire suppression, shield wall advancement, and crossfire coverage.

One side was too fast to hit easily.

The other was a complete turtle shell, very hard to pierce.

Both sides were locked in a back-and-forth struggle.

The Incubus looked at his battered subordinates with disdain in his crimson eyes and drew a poisoned Power Sword.

He lunged forward, his entire body turning into a dark shadow as he pounced directly at Fu Haoran.

Fu Haoran's nerves instantly tensed.

His dynamic vision, now brought by 30 points of Agility, allowed him to barely catch the trajectory of the opponent's movements.

He suddenly slid to the side while raising his Storm Shield in front of him.

Clang!

The Power Sword slammed hard against the shield, and a piercing sound of metal grinding rang out.

A massive force was transmitted through the shield, causing fine cracks to appear in the concrete ground beneath Fu Haoran's feet. He stubbornly withstood the blow without retreating a single step.

The terrifying physical quality brought by 35 points of Strength and 60 points of Constitution made him an absolute monster among mortals.

The Incubus was clearly stunned for a moment.

He hadn't expected a mortal to be able to take his full-power strike head-on.

"An interesting mon-keigh."

The Incubus sneered, and his sword strikes suddenly became faster.

The Power Sword turned into a series of green shadows, each move aimed directly at Fu Haoran's vitals.

Fu Haoran completely gave up on shooting, using his left hand to parry with the shield and his right hand to swing the Bolter like a blunt weapon, clashing fiercely with the Incubus.

His Agility was not as high as his opponent's, but his Constitution and Strength were completely overwhelming.

The blade grazed his ribs and sliced through his armor, but Fu Haoran ignored the wound entirely, swinging his gun butt back into the Incubus's helmet.

With a loud clang, the Incubus was knocked back two steps, and a fine crack appeared on his helmet.

A burning pain radiated from the wound on Fu Haoran's chest as the poison on the blade seeped into his flesh, only to be forcefully suppressed by the arrogant vitality within his body.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and cursed inwardly, "These pointy-ears, the poison on their blades is really damn vicious."

Just as the two were locked in their most intense struggle, a bizarre figure suddenly emerged from the shadows behind Fu Haoran.

It was pitch-black all over, yet it had a head of snow-white long hair. Its face was a blur of shadows, and it was draped in a few pieces of dried human skin. It held a gleaming Bone-saw Blade, and the soul-light runes on its body were faintly absorbing the surrounding life force.

It was a Mandrake!

The monsters of the Drukhari that specialized in shadow ambushes.

It crept up silently behind Fu Haoran, the Bone-saw Blade whistling through the air as it aimed straight for his back.

Wade, watching from a distance, felt his eyes nearly burst with worry as he roared a warning: "Governor! Behind you!"

Fu Haoran didn't even turn his head.

He simply tilted his body slightly, letting the poisoned blade graze his Powered Armor, while simultaneously swinging his gun butt back into the Mandrake's face.

Crack!

Half of the Mandrake's face was instantly caved in, and it was sent flying like a ragdoll, smashing through a low wall a dozen meters away.

Only then did Fu Haoran glance back, his tone flat: "A sneak attack? You're not worthy."

The Incubus was completely stunned.

In over three hundred years of life, he had never seen such a mortal.

Faced with a pincer attack from two Incubus-level warriors, this mortal had focused solely on him from beginning to end, completely ignoring the sneak attack from behind—not because he hadn't noticed, but because he simply didn't care.

This way of fighting meant he was either a madman or—

Before the Incubus could finish his thought, Fu Haoran had already charged in front of him.

The Storm Shield slammed hard into his face, snapping the pointy-eared face backward. Before he could react, the Bolter was already pressed against his abdomen, firing three times in quick succession.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Incubus's armor was indeed tough, but under continuous close-range bombardment, the plates still developed fine cracks.

The Incubus was blasted backward repeatedly, his Power Sword waving frantically in an attempt to force the madman back.

Fu Haoran didn't dodge at all.

The Power Sword added two more wounds to his body, but he didn't even flinch. He simply raised a hand to wipe the blood from his face and continued to press forward.

"How many shots can your armor take?" His voice was as calm as if he were asking what was for dinner.

For the first time, the Incubus felt fear.

He had seen those who weren't afraid of death, but he had never seen a madman who completely disregarded his own injuries like this. The blood flowing from his wounds had almost dyed him red, yet this man's movements hadn't slowed down in the slightest.

He turned to flee.

"Running?"

Fu Haoran exerted force through his feet, causing a crack to explode in the ground as he chased after him like a cannonball. He grabbed the Incubus by the back of the neck and slammed him violently into the ground.

Boom!

A ring of cracks exploded in the concrete ground.

Fu Haoran pressed his knee into the Incubus's chest, pinned his head down with his left hand, and pressed the Bolter against his chin with his right.

"Mon-keigh?" He curled his lip. "Keep calling me that."

The Incubus opened his mouth to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bang!

With their leader dead, the remaining Drukhari instantly fell into disarray.

They had no heart left for the fight and scrambled onto their Raiders, turning their ships around to flee.

Fu Haoran stood up, shook the blood off the muzzle of his gun, and was about to order a pursuit when a piercing whistle suddenly came from the sky.

Several burning "meteors" trailing long tails of flame were plummeting toward the Hive City Starport at extreme speed!

Fu Haoran's tactical goggles instantly magnified the targets, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Those weren't meteors at all.

They were Space Marine Drop Pods!

But they were completely different from the 40K Drop Pods in his memory; these pods were shaped like giant iron claws and bore mechanical markings unique to the Great Crusade era.

They were Kharybdis Assault Claws.

These products of the 30K Great Crusade era were only used on a large scale by the traitorous Chaos Space Marines in the dark Imperium of 40K!

Fu Haoran gripped his Bolter and watched the approaching assault claws, with only one thought in his mind.

"It's out of the frying pan and into the fire!"

"Which traitorous Space Marine legion is this?"

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