91: Chapter 91: Teaming up for the bottom nest is essential; we can't do without Oglin.

The Hive City has a long history; you never know how many secrets are hidden here.

For example, right now, the group did not take a stormbird transport, nor did they ride in a chimera personnel carrier, but instead came to the Governors Mansion.

"The elevator here leads directly to the Underhive," Yuri introduced proudly while operating it. "In the past, we used this secret passage for smuggling. The vast majority of nobles don't even know about it, but even if they did, it would be useless; without the Governor's authorization, it can't be opened."

The elevator was very large; to be precise, it was a standard freight elevator.

Before getting off the elevator, Father Karen handed a locator to Fu Haoran: "My Lord, I will plan the route for you and drop off ammunition supplies along the way as much as possible."

Fu Haoran nodded, his gaze sweeping over the team behind him:

Thirty elite veterans, fifty Ogryns, twenty Servo-skulls, thirty Servitors.

There was also the self-proclaimed (insisted on joining) Political Commissar Ling Shuang, a four-meter-tall Arbiter mech, and a dozen smart mastiffs.

This configuration was very suitable for fighting the dark tide in the Underhive.

The team included veterans, Ogryns, Ogryns who were part-time Judicial Police Officers, and a zealot whose faith was not entirely pure.

"After going down, maintain communication silence." Fu Haoran shouldered the circular Chainsword, which was longer than a person, and stepped into the elevator first.

The elevator doors closed slowly.

Darkness swallowed everything.

There was only the mechanical roar of the elevator descending and the heavy breathing of the Ogryns.

Underhive, abandoned tunnel.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

Only the mechanical footsteps of the Servitors and the heavy breathing of the Ogryns echoed in the narrow passage.

Suddenly, Tychus stopped.

He tilted his head to listen, his nostrils flaring, and a low rumble emitted from his throat.

That was not fear, but the instinct of a predator.

"Someone."

He squeezed out the two words in a muffled voice.

Ling Shuang lowered her head to look at the Auspex, her expression changing: "Life signal, one person, moving fast, followed by more than a dozen xenos!"

Fu Haoran raised his hand to signal the team to stop and ordered the Servo-skull to go and scout.

The image was quickly transmitted back.

A man wearing damaged carapace armor was running wildly in the tunnel, occasionally firing his Bolter while turning around, with a Chainsword dragging behind him.

He was covered in blood, his steps occasionally staggering.

Judge Dredd.

The tough guy from the Adeptus Arbites who had sneered at Fu Haoran at the crime scene was now as pathetic as a stray dog.

"Save him." Fu Haoran did not hesitate.

Ronan waved his hand and rushed out with five veterans.

Dredd had not closed his eyes for a day and a night.

He had just found a ruin to catch his breath when he heard rapid footsteps surging from all directions.

"Damn it."

He cursed, braced himself to stand up, and continued running.

But once a person stopped, their legs felt like they were filled with lead and couldn't move at all.

The sound of pursuit behind him was getting closer and closer.

Dredd gritted his teeth and simply stopped running.

He found cover, lay down, and raised his Bolter to aim.

The first monster rushed out from the corner, with a mouth split to its ears and four twisted arms.

Bang! One shot to the head.

But the other monsters didn't stop at all, stepping over the corpses of their companions to continue charging.

The second shot hit the chest, and the monster fell.

The third shot missed the vital point; the monster staggered a few steps, then climbed up and continued charging.

The fourth shot, the fifth shot, the sixth shot—

The magazine was empty.

Dredd threw away the Bolter, started the Chainsword, and braced against the wall to stand up.

He knew he couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds; he would soon be torn apart, devoured, and not even a whole corpse would be left.

The team of Judicial Police Officers he had brought had disappeared one by one just like this.

Now it was his turn.

The monsters were getting closer.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters.

Dredd could already see the slime dripping from their mouths and smell the foul, bloody stench.

He gripped the Chainsword tightly, preparing to take a few with him in the end.

Suddenly!

A crimson beam of light brushed past him, piercing through the monster charging at the front.

Immediately followed by a second, a third, and a fourth.

Wherever the beams passed, the monsters fell in rows, none surviving.

Some had huge holes blown in their chests, some had their heads vanish directly, and some had half their bodies missing.

"It's a hellgun!"

Dredd recognized this as the laser of a hellgun.

"No, the hellgun is standard equipment for Stormtroopers. How could there be Stormtroopers here?!"

Dredd, who also came from the Loyalty Heir Academy, knew very well that Stormtroopers could not appear in such a remote Hive City.

But what was certain was that the arrivals were friendly forces.

In a moment, the monsters were slaughtered completely.

A few footsteps approached in the darkness, and the leader turned on the searchlight on his chest, the blinding white light making it impossible for Dredd to open his eyes.

When his vision adjusted, what he saw was a set of force-feedback Powered Armor.

It was the iconic equipment of the Governor's personal guard.

"Mr. Dredd," the leading soldier spoke, "The Governor invites you over."

Dredd froze in place.

That Underhive Governor he looked down upon had sent people to save him?

Dredd was finally carried back to the team by two soldiers.

He had just crawled back from the gates of hell, his mind still a bit dizzy. As his gaze swept over the team, he felt uncomfortable, always feeling a gaze lingering on him.

In a corner not far away, an Ogryn stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the rock wall, still with that foolish and dull look, his fingers unconsciously rubbing a cigar in his pocket.

But no one saw that as he looked at the scar on Dredd's chin, a trace of knowing amusement flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"What bad luck, I didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance here."

This Ogryn muttered in his heart, then grinned, "But it's not a big problem."

"If I could deceive his mentor five years ago, can't I handle a former apprentice five years later?"

When Dredd, having recovered, saw the group of behemoths behind Fu Haoran, his first reaction was not admiration or gratitude, but rage and absurdity: "Are you crazy?! Bringing a group of Ogryns down here? This is the Underhive, not a training ground! These big idiots will get everyone killed!"

Just as Fu Haoran was about to speak, Tychus suddenly looked up.

He was not smiling foolishly, not dull, just tilted his ears to listen, and then said two words extremely concisely: "They are here."

Ling Shuang lowered her head to look at the Auspex, her face turning pale instantly.

The screen was densely packed with red dots, so many that they couldn't be counted at all.

"Form up! Raise your guns!" Ling Shuang ordered sternly.

The Ogryns raised their Stubbers, aiming at the darkness.

But once they were truly on the battlefield, the situation was completely different.

The Ogryns were not afraid; it was their instincts making them restless.

Some started stomping their feet, some emitted low roars, and some even wanted to charge forward.

This was not fear, but the Ogryn's craving for battle.

"Steady! Steady!" Ling Shuang was anxious, trying to reorganize the team.

But it was impossible to do.

An Ogryn almost rushed out, but was held back firmly by the veteran next to him.

"Ling Shuang." Fu Haoran spoke suddenly.

He took off the huge circular Chainsword from his back and walked to the front of the team.

"Don't suppress them."

Ling Shuang was stunned: "My Lord, absolutely not, they—"

"They need a battle to mature." Fu Haoran did not look back, just raised the circular saw and aimed it at the darkness, "Just let them watch me."

Dredd widened his eyes.

This man, he was going to lead a group of out-of-control Ogryns into the pile of monsters?

Crazy!

Completely crazy!

But the next second, a miracle happened.

Those restless Ogryns looked at the back standing at the very front and suddenly calmed down.

It was not that fear was suppressed, but that someone understood their thoughts and was willing to lead them into battle.

In the darkness, countless Grave-Thieves surged like a tide.

On the ceiling, on the walls, under the ground, there were twisted figures everywhere.

They hissed, screamed, dense and endless, pressing over like a black tsunami.

Ronan and the other veterans opened fire first.

The beams of the hellguns plunged into the "black tide," splashing a few flowers of blood, but were instantly submerged.

Dredd wished he could rush up and grab Fu Haoran by the throat to ask why they weren't retreating!

Not retreating in this situation, but instead staying to fight to the death, was extremely stupid!

Then he heard that sound.

Vroom!

The electric motor started, the giant circular disc rotated at high speed, emitting a harsh metallic roar.

Fu Haoran moved.

—

He didn't use any flashy moves, just jogged forward, held the circular saw horizontally in front of him, dodged the giant claws lunging at him by turning his body, and with a backhanded saw, cut three Grave-Thieves in half at the waist.

The circular Chainsword, which could cut through granite like tofu, was easier to cut through these hybrid Grave-Thieves than cutting butter.

The first one, cut into two pieces.

The second, the third, the fourth—

Wherever the circular saw passed, it left a ground full of severed corpses.

Flesh flew, broken bones splattered, and internal organs and intestines smeared the walls.

Fu Haoran was bathed in blood, like a humanoid meat grinder, tearing a gap open in the "black tide" by force.

But there were too many Grave-Thieves.

One lunged from the side; he blocked it with the circular saw and backhanded a slice off half its head.

One dropped from above; he ducked to dodge, and took the opportunity to thrust the still-rotating circular saw upward, and the monster was directly disemboweled.

One attacked from behind; he turned and swept, and two Grave-Thieves were cut into four pieces simultaneously.

Soon, he was surrounded.

Flailing sharp claws were everywhere, and if this dragged on, being beaten to death by the mob was the inevitable outcome.

Just at this moment—

"ROAR!!!"

A deafening roar exploded.

Tychus was the first to rush out.

He raised the heavy shield of the Judicial Police Officers, grabbed a power hammer, and smashed into the crowd of Grave-Thieves like a cannonball.

With one hammer blow, three Grave-Thieves were directly smashed into meat paste.

A Grave-Thief lunged from the side; he kicked it flying, and as he landed, he took the opportunity to crush the half-dead one on the ground.

A Grave-Thief attacked from behind; he backhanded a shield strike, sending it flying directly.

A Grave-Thief tried to climb onto his back; he grabbed the monster's neck and tore it into two halves alive.

With someone taking the lead, a second one followed.

The rest of the Ogryns all launched a charge.

The scene of fifty Ogryns launching a charge was no less than the death charge of fifty light Rhino personnel carriers.

The entire tunnel was trembling, the ground cracking, and rubble falling with a rustle.

They were like fifty bulldozers, crushing the Grave-Thief swarm into pieces.

Some waved shields, smashing monsters into meat paste.

Some grabbed power hammers, each strike smashing out a blood pit.

Some simply threw away their weapons and tore at those twisted bodies with their bare hands.

Dredd stood there, looking at this scene before him, completely dumbfounded.

Those Ogryns, who were on the edge of losing control just moments ago, had now learned to protect themselves, learned to fight, and learned to cover each other.

When one was surrounded, the one next to him immediately blocked the sneak attack with a shield.

When one charged too hard, the ones behind used Stubbers to sweep away threats on the flanks.

When one was injured, the one next to him directly dragged him behind and stepped up to take his place.

As long as they looked up and saw that figure at the very front was still there, they would never feel lost.