89: Chapter 89 The Golden Medal Beats the Gray Man and the Out-of-Control Nest

"Respected Lord Astartes, how may I be of service?"

Fu Haoran spoke first, his attitude more sincere than ever, looking very much like the black-hearted boss who had once tricked him into being stationed at Eagle Sauce's place.

However, Danteon, who had inherited the foul temper of his Primarch father, clearly didn't have a good disposition either.

Danteon opened his mouth with a standard foul temper: "My warship needs repairs, I need to choose a place to build a Fortress-Monastery, and finally, don't bother me whether there's something going on or not!"

After speaking, he fell silent, the atmospheric pressure around him low enough to freeze someone to death, looking as if he would strike directly if another word was said.

Who could have imagined that the former core of the Fourth Legion's Trident, a Warsmith who was second only to one and above tens of thousands in the Legion, now only requested a place to quietly engage in civil engineering.

Facing the foul-tempered Danteon, Fu Haoran showed no impatience at all: "Very well. If you need manpower or machinery, just give the order. All resources of the Hive City will be prioritized for your allocation."

Now it was Danteon's turn to be a bit unaccustomed: "Aren't you going to ask what I want to build?"

"No, it is my honor to serve the Emperor's Angel," Fu Haoran replied flawlessly, silently adding in his heart, "Anyway, I'll be the one profiting in the end."

The red light in Danteon's lenses flickered; he clearly hadn't expected this mortal to be so sensible.

He nodded slightly, said not another word, and turned to stride away with two veterans.

[Danteon Favorability +1, Current Favorability: 17]

Fu Haoran looked down and smiled.

Expressions can lie, but the system's favorability notifications do not.

Lucifer teased: "I didn't expect you to have such a humble side. In your human terms, are you a—Masochist?"

Fu Haoran looked at Lucifer with a face full of black lines and gave a solemn warning: "Where did you see those messy works? If you continue like this, I don't know if you'll become a follower of Chaos Tzeentch, but Slaanesh will definitely welcome you."

"Oh? I saw it on your laptop—"

"Ahem!" Fu Haoran forcibly interrupted, confirming no one nearby was looking over, and explained: "Those are study materials, used to deal with—the Drukhari."

Fu Haoran was talking nonsense with a straight face.

Lucifer didn't dwell on it and returned to the main topic: "Tell me about your plan. Based on my understanding of you, you wouldn't offer such hospitality for no reason. At least so far, you haven't shown the hospitality a male creature should have when courting."

Fu Haoran felt that this conversation seemed to have fallen into a dead end, always circling back to a man's little hobbies.

"Ahem, please don't be so shallow. I just cherish talent and want to learn more techniques from him, and incidentally have him contribute to the development of the Hive City."

"Do you want to exploit his labor and knowledge?" Lucifer thought for a moment and gave her affirmation: "It's a good strategy, but the premise is that your production capacity and efficiency can keep up with his."

Although slightly annoyed by Lucifer's blunt interpretation, Fu Haoran still smiled proudly: "I am humble, but I graduated in civil engineering, a natural-born civil engineering prodigy."

"Trust me, when it comes to doing projects, no one knows more than I do."

After all, regarding project planning, cost control, and schedule compression, he, a civil engineer from the 2K World, was proficient in all sorts of tricks.

He could make one cent spend like two; he wasn't afraid of the other party looking down on him at all.

Lucifer tilted her head and asked: "Oh, are you one of those so-called 'Chosen Beasts of Burden' from your era? Or a top-tier 'Ash-Mixer'?"

Fu Haoran: —Can we still have a pleasant conversation?!

Jokes aside, both Fu Haoran and Lucifer knew very well that with Danteon's skills, it was impossible for him to be satisfied with just small-scale work.

You say you're already satisfied?

These fortifications don't seem as good as those of the Seventh Legion, the Imperial Fists, do they?

You say they are trash and don't know how to mix ash?

Is that so? I'll go invite someone from the Imperial Fists over to take a look.

Yes, to deal with the Iron Warriors, you just need to bring up their arch-rivals, the Imperial Fists, and they'll surely see red.

With the violent temper in the Iron Warriors' genes, how could they stand such provocation?

—

As for whether his own production capacity could keep up?

That would be underestimating the title of 'Infrastructure Maniac' from the 2K World era.

As soon as things were finished here, Fu Haoran rushed to the training ground without stopping.

On the way, Fu Haoran couldn't help but complain: "I am a dignified Planetary Governor, yet I'm working like a 007 beast of burden, unable to even get half a day's vacation."

Despite his complaining, Fu Haoran's body was very honest.

He was even walking at a brisk pace.

The thought that in a year, the traitorous Iron Warriors would storm into the Little Damantun System, and after a year of bitter fighting, the other side would shamelessly deploy Titans, made Fu Haoran's head ache.

Fighting is fighting, but if you can't win, you throw weapons of the 'Mushroom Bomb' level—is that how you play?

Unfortunately, he didn't have a General's Cannon that could pierce through a Titan's Void Shield and armor in one shot.

As for the even more distant Horus Heresy, Fu Haoran didn't even dare to think too deeply about it.

Even Primarchs died or went EMO in that catastrophe. Even if he luckily became a Space Marine, he would just be an inconspicuous grunt thrown in, not lasting three minutes.

In a corner of the training ground, two hundred sets of modified auxiliary exoskeletons and smart glasses were piled up like a small hill.

These active exoskeletons, customized from the 2K World, were all made of plastiform. Lightweight frames wrapped around the forearms and upper arms, with high-power motors at the joints to assist in movement. They were originally rehabilitation equipment for disabled elderly people to regain mobility, but now they had become correctors.

The manufacturer had patted their chest and guaranteed Fu Haoran that even for the strongest gorilla, as long as it wore this exoskeleton, if you said go east, it would definitely not go west!

Of course, the manufacturer repeatedly emphasized three times that this kind of equipment must never be used on humans and had signed a disclaimer stating that if used on humans, the company would not be responsible for any resulting fractures, amputations, or disabilities.

With the manufacturer's repeated guarantees, Fu Haoran also began to look forward to the results.

Fu Haoran waved his hand to signal the distribution, while Ling Shuang looked on with a face full of doubt.

—

"Can these little gadgets really be useful?"

Ling Shuang knew very well that over the past half month, her mental state had completely collapsed from dealing with these Ogryns. she really didn't believe any equipment could train these big dummies properly.

"You'll know once we try," Fu Haoran said with a certain tone.

Ling Shuang didn't ask further and turned to command the Servo-skulls to assist in the distribution.

The Servo-skulls buzzed as they shuttled between the Ogryns, their metal arms fitting the auxiliary exoskeletons onto the thick arms and legs, and placing the smart helmets forged by Father Karen on their heads.

"If you feel someone pulling you, don't be confused; that is to remind you what movement to make. Just follow along."

"Inside the helmet, enemies will be marked in red. Just shoot at them."

Fu Haoran shouted loudly to the Ogryns, explaining in words they could understand as much as possible.

"Follow the instructions in front of you. If you do the moves right, there will be plenty of Fat Otaku Happy Water tonight!"

The Ogryns' eyes instantly widened, and they let out excited low growls.

The Ogryns expressed that they liked the sweet, bubbly water the most.

Ling Shuang looked at this group of Ogryns staring blankly at the glasses lenses—some reaching out to scratch the red dots in the lenses, some jumping three feet high in fright from the exoskeleton vibrations—and her heart instantly sank halfway.

As expected, they were still fools.

But as soon as the training began, the changes were visible to the naked eye.

Ling Shuang shouted "Raise guns," and although the Ogryns' movements varied in speed and their postures were crooked, no one was grabbing guns and swinging them around randomly anymore.

When the exoskeleton sent a "vibration" prompt of a pull, they clumsily adjusted their arm angles.

It seemed to be quite effective.

But the next second, the exoskeleton on Tychus's arm suddenly emitted a puff of black smoke, accompanied by a sizzling sound of electricity.

Tychus shook his arm blankly, brought the exoskeleton to his eyes to look at it, then looked up at Fu Haoran who was walking over, and squeezed out two words in a booming voice: "Broken."

Fu Haoran knelt down and opened the exoskeleton's control module. The gears inside were broken, the drive motor was burnt pitch black, and even the wires had melted together.

He looked up at the two-and-a-half-meter-tall Tychus, then at the scrapped exoskeleton in his hand, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

When this equipment was at full power, it could forcibly drive an adult's limbs to complete movements, which in a normal person's eyes was a completely anti-human design.

As it turned out, with the Ogryns, the machine was almost smoking from the effort, yet they only felt like a small child was pulling their arm.

What could Fu Haoran do? He could only coax them like children, offer some comfort, and replace it with a new set.

Fu Haoran's only melancholy was wondering if the manufacturer would close the factory and run away overnight if they knew the equipment was being used like this by Ogryns.

To an Ogryn, this exoskeleton was like someone beside them gently pulling them to remind them what to do.

As for whether to do it or not, it all depended on their mood.

Fortunately, with the Fat Otaku Happy Water as bait, they were very willing to cooperate.

No punishment for mistakes, and Happy Water for doing it right.

Among them, Tychus made the fastest progress, always able to accurately catch the instructions, winning two buckets of Happy Water steadily every day.

Fu Haoran looked at him a few more times.

"This big guy seems to be a little bit smarter than the other Ogryns."

In the following days, by the time they switched to the fourth set of exoskeletons, Fu Haoran was already too lazy to feel distressed.

Fortunately, the training ground finally looked like a proper military camp.

Ling Shuang took a deep breath, held the signal flag high, and shouted sharply: "Raise guns! Aim! Volley!"

Fifty dark shadows simultaneously raised their Stubbers and pulled the triggers.

The sound of gunfire roared out, no longer a scattered mess of noises, but possessing a bit of a rhythmic quality.

As long as you didn't mind the abysmal accuracy, everything was beautiful—of the fifty Stubber rounds, thirty landed steadily within the target area.

Although only five hit the bullseye, for Ogryns who couldn't even hold a gun steadily half a month ago, it was already an earth-shattering change.

[Ding! Achievement Unlocked: Ogryn Commander]

[Reward: Universal Points +666, Free Attribute Point +1]

[Unlocked Tactical Command: Basic Volley Formation]

[Description: Can command units equipped with ranged weapons to perform a synchronized round of fire, covering a designated area.]

Ling Shuang stood there, looking at the scene before her, her mouth involuntarily turning up and her eyes full of undisguised relief, looking very much like an old mother watching her child come first in the grade.

"My Lord, this plan ultimately treats the symptoms but not the cause."

Father Karen had also stood by the training ground at some point, speaking in a heavy tone.

"Once the equipment is damaged, these Ogryns will return to their original state."

"Faced with flexible and fast opponents, they won't even have reaction time."

"I know, this is an expedient measure. Right now we don't have more time. We must deal with the present first; subsequent matters can only be discussed after we survive this period."

Father Karen's brow furrowed even tighter as he asked in a low voice: "My Lord, is the situation really that bad?"

Fu Haoran didn't speak, only looking in the direction of the Underhive, his gaze darkening.

According to the Auspex scan results, the xenos signals in the Underhive were already too dense to count.

"I really don't know what kind of trash the previous Governor was, to have raised so many Grave-Thieves without noticing!"

"He deserved to be kicked out!"

In the shadows outside the training ground, Danteon stood with two veterans for a long while, nodding almost imperceptibly toward the training ground, having watched the entire training session.

He had served for hundreds of years, fought countless battles, and seen countless abhuman auxilia, but no one had ever been able to train abhumans with such linear thinking like Ogryns to this extent.

Without complex tactical explanations, without harsh military punishments, using only a set of simple mechanical aids, he had allowed this group of big dummies to form a basic combat capability.

[Danteon Favorability +1, Current Favorability: 18 (Neutral Recognition)]

Just as Fu Haoran was about to finalize the subsequent training plan with Ling Shuang, an accident arrived first.

Wade burst through the training ground doors, his face ashen, his whole body shaking, unable even to speak coherently: "My Lord! Something big has happened! The Third Armory—the Third Armory has been—looted! All the weapons inside are gone!"