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Chapter 674: The Promise Made Years Ago and the Man Who Forged the Divine Machine

Chapter 674: The Promise Thousand Years Ago and the Man Who Forged the Divine Machine

Extreme star field, Yashan star region.

The most famous world in the Yashan star region.

The White Scars' home planet and conscription world. The planet has a lot of water vapor in its atmosphere, and storm clouds accumulate and surround it all year round. From space, it looks like a white ball, so it is often called "Milky Chogris".

Today, many warships gathered at the airport.

Almost every starship berth is filled.

Far outnumbering the Chapter's fleet.

For the tribesmen on this wild planet, this is a great day that comes only once a century. The descendants of the Khan scattered across the galaxy will return to the birthplace of the White Scar, Chogris, to participate in an exciting event. The tribesmen who have lived on the surface all their lives will have the opportunity to glimpse the faces of those wanderers who gallop across the starry sea.

The kurultai assembly is held once every century.

During this two or three months, the transformed Emperor Angels gathered in the grasslands, drank and laughed wildly... They displayed their most exquisite and unparalleled martial arts, and shared with each other the fragmentary clues they found when searching for the Khan. At the same time, more importantly, they reiterated and emphasized the agreement made a thousand years ago.

The oath called the Golden Horde.

Today, the weather is particularly clear, with no cloud in the sky and high visibility. Standing on the grassland not far from Quanzhou, herders can look up and see the huge hazy outline of the airport in the blue sky. If they look closely, they can even see the tiny blurry figures of starships passing by and docking.

What a fascinating and desirable sky.

The herdsman withdrew his gaze and continued to whip the livestock.

A moment later, when he raised his head again, he suddenly discovered that the small and hazy starships around the outline of the airport, like frightened egrets on the mudflats, suddenly left the airport together and disappeared from his sight.

……

Chogris, orbital space.

The fleets of each regiment entered a state of alert. They turned their bows and detached from the docking arms of the spaceport, forming a formation and flying towards the outside of the galaxy.

Just now, a warning came from the deep space observatory near Mandeville Point outside the galaxy: an unknown mysterious fleet broke through the reality barrier and landed here. This news instantly alarmed the various battle fleets in the port, and the space warriors collectively returned to their respective warships and set off towards the outer reaches of the galaxy.

"Received a communications access request."

The crew member sitting in front of the strategy table spoke up.

The Space Marine standing behind him pondered for a moment:

"Access approved."

At this point, both sides had entered each other's detection range. A holographic projection of the other side's fleet was projected onto the strategic platform. The black and gold paint scheme of the battleships and the unique chapter logo reminded the Space Marine of an ancient legend from a thousand years ago - the first generation of chapter that had summoned many chapters to establish the "Golden Horde Agreement" but had disappeared inexplicably.

"Iron Pagoda Regiment? Are they still alive?"

The Space Marine said in disbelief.

"Communication link established successfully."

The technical crew member in front of him spoke again.

A half-length figure appeared in front of the strategic platform.

A handsome, calm-looking black-haired Space Marine with a scar in the middle of his nose and a rusty-red gear skull symbol on his left shoulder armor that was quite eye-catching.

A weird Chapter with a Techmarine as Chapter Master!

Sure enough, the details matched the legend.

The Space Marine's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the other's face.

"Hello, Chapter Master of the Destroyers."

The other party spoke in a calm and clear voice:

"I came to attend the kurultai as promised a thousand years ago. Sorry, I'm late."

……

Horqin grassland under the starry sky at night.

White tents were scattered on the meadow.

There was a blazing bonfire in the middle of the tent.

The sudden visit of the Iron Pagoda Fleet disrupted the rhythm of this kuriltai Assembly. Space Marines from various chapters were busy trying to determine the identity of this missing sub-regiment from a thousand years ago. In addition, the fleet spent a lot of time docking at the airport to transfer supplies. By the time everything was settled, it was already late.

“Crackle… crackle…”

From time to time, tiny popping sounds could be heard from the campfire.

The Space Marines were divided into several factions and sat around the campfire.

The atmosphere was quiet and a little depressing.

"I've seen you!"

A regiment commander finally couldn't help but break the silence. He stood up, pointed at Fu Qinghai and said loudly:

"I remember now. I have seen you. I have indeed seen you. I saw you with my own eyes more than a thousand years ago. At that time, I was just an ordinary soldier, following my company commander. Right here, on the Korqin grassland, with the same fire pit, the same tent, the same starry sky... But why is your face exactly the same as it was a thousand years ago?"

His voice was thick with the thrill of recognition.

But it also reveals a huge doubt:

Why hasn't your appearance changed at all?

The surrounding Space Marines became puzzled upon hearing this. They looked at Fu Qinghai's face carefully and exchanged glances with each other, and they could see the doubt and confusion in their eyes.

Indeed, Fu Qinghai is too young.

Not to mention that as a chapter commander, even as an ordinary Space Marine, he looks a little too young. What's more, he calls himself a "veteran" from more than a thousand years ago, which is really not convincing with his handsome face.

"If you don't mind having your finger become a new ornament on my armor..."

Karamanda stood up slowly with a gloomy face, gently put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and said indifferently:

"Then you can continue pointing like that."

"I was just expressing my doubts."

The Chapter Master withdrew his hand upon hearing this.

"Just over a thousand years... has the descendants of the White Scars forgotten what courtesy is?"

Qiao Shida also stood up and said with a gloomy face:

"Who are you to doubt, boy?"

"Boy?"

The Chapter Master laughed at the word:

"I am Chapter Master of the Storm Lords, and I am at..."

"You're fucking your mother."

Qiao Shida interrupted him without hesitation:

"While I was participating in the Great Crusade and suppressing the Great Heresy, you were scavenging for food in some hive. Who do you think you are to question us?"

"Wow!"

A group of Space Marines also stood up behind the Storm Lords Chapter Captain, their scarred faces filled with anger, staring at the Moon Wolf Warriors with disdain.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the two groups of space warriors stood up and confronted each other, just about to draw their weapons to start a duel. Fu Qinghai sat cross-legged in front of everyone, staring at the bonfire in front of him without saying a word. The leaping flames cast a swaying black shadow on his face, which flickered.

"Okay, everyone."

A hoarse voice interrupted.

Many Space Marines turned their heads to look. It was a Space Marine with an extremely old appearance. The wrinkles on his dark brown face were crisscrossed like a dry riverbed. His power armor was covered with sparse gray fur and bone strings.

"Qingshan Khan, long time no see."

The old Space Marine turned around and leaned forward and said.

"Hello, Stormseer."

Fu Qinghai nodded slightly in response.

"I have seen you before, and I have also seen the person behind you." The Storm Prophet tilted his head to look at Danzhuer who was sitting behind Fu Qinghai, with a smile on his face, "Long time no see, Danzhuer, is your psychic talent still bothering you?"

"you are?"

The think tank director showed confusion on his face.

Then the doubt turned into enlightenment:

"Bao Shu Li Ge, it's you!"

Danjur had never expected that his classmate when he was young, the young boy who was still working hard to be promoted to a Space Marine, has now become the chief Storm Seer of the White Scars Chapter. A thousand years can indeed change a lot of things.

"I guarantee it on my character."

The Storm Prophet turned to the crowd and said:

"Qingshan Khan and his warriors do not show any signs of Chaos contamination. You can rest assured."

"Please take a seat, Targukin Khan."

The Storm Prophet raised his hand and gestured.

"Humph."

The Storm Lords Chapter Master snorted and sat down.

The two groups of Space Marines then sat back down on the meadow.

"Warp Storm."

Fu Qinghai then explained calmly:

"The warp storm enveloped the star region where I am, and time has fallen into chaos. If you have the honor of visiting the largest warp rift in the Milky Way - the Eye of Terror, you will know that the Chaos traitors in the Eye of Terror will not age either. Even ten thousand years will not change their appearance."

He used the Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Terror as an example, but no one in the room asked the stupid question: Why didn't you get corrupted like those traitors? Because the White Scars' Chief Stormseer had just said: There was no sign of Chaos corruption in the members of the Chapter.

"I'm late."

Fu Qinghai then said in a deep voice:

"We are a full thousand years late, and I am very sorry for that. As the sons of the storm, as the descendants of the Great Khan and the White Scars, we should attend the Talihutai Conference. We want to attend the Talihutai Conference... After all, I am the proposer and initiator of this ceremony. Although many of those who witnessed the oath at the bonfire under the moon are no longer alive."

Fu Qinghai's eyes swept over the people gathered around the campfire.

For some reason, although he looked very young, younger than any of the Chapter Masters present, everyone's heart was shaken when his eyes swept over them. All of them were experienced Space Marines who had seen the eyes of countless brutal aliens and evil traitors, but Qingshan Khan's eyes... gave people an indescribable feeling.

It was like looking into the eye of fear.

After all, he was the man who banished five Chaos Demons.

"I witnessed that oath."

The Chief Storm Prophet stroked his beard and nodded.

"I did not witness that oath."

The Plunderer's Chapter Master said in a deep voice:

"But I always remember what our Chapter Master whispered to me before he died. He said that Qingshan Nayan Khan and his Iron Pagoda Chapter will eventually return, bringing with them long-lost jet bikes and powerful weapons that can easily destroy the Emperor's enemies. We, the descendants of the White Scars, can also become masters of the forbidden arsenal like the Dark Angels."

"Yes, I remember it too."

The Berserkers' Chapter Master interrupted:

"My Chapter Captain once told me that Qingshan Khan was the 'Forger of the Divine Machine' appointed by the Primarch, and he was the Iron Khan with the best craftsmanship. His armor, his swords, and all the weapons he made are unique in the world. For the promise we made, we have been working tirelessly to collect these things for more than a thousand years."

As he said this, he took out something from behind him.

A small stasis force field generating device, with a cubic glass cover supported on the mechanical truncated table, and inside the cover was a crystal bottle, in which was an irregular piece of meat covered with meat shreds, fat and connective tissue.

Gene seeds.

Everyone present was familiar with this thing.

"Gene-seed from the traitors."

The Berserker Chapter Master spoke up.

“We also have collections.”

"So are we."

The other Space Marines nodded in agreement.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fu Qinghai couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

Smiling very happily and very satisfied.

"very good."

Fu Qinghai supported himself on his knees and nodded vigorously.

But he suddenly changed the subject and said seriously:

"I heard that this year's Tarikotai Conference has reached its final stage, and the competition for the Khuriltai champion has ended. It's a pity, I have always wanted to participate in this competition. I think the 'Khuriltai Champion' without the participation of Tiefutu is really not important enough."

"You want to challenge the Khuriltai champion?"

the Chapter Master of the Storm Lords asked, his eyes narrowed.

Fu Qinghai smiled and answered the question irrelevantly:

"I really want to participate. But in order not to waste everyone's precious time, I have a suggestion."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai slowly stood up.

He placed his palm on the hilt of the power sword at his waist, thought for a moment and then put his hand down - whether it was the Blue Fang or the Blue Blade, it was too unfair for other Space Marines to duel using weapons made of true adamantium.

Fu Qinghai then pulled out a long sword from the weapon rack next to him, swung it casually, weighed the center of gravity of the weapon, then turned around and pointed the sword at the people around the campfire, sweeping them one by one, and said:

"You guys come together."

The area around the fire pit suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

There was only the occasional crackling sound and the faint chirping of insects.

Everyone looked at Fu Qinghai in disbelief.

"Didn't I make it clear?"

Fu Qinghai raised the tip of the knife and asked calmly.

"Snapped!"

The Storm Lords' chapter master, Targujin Khan, was the first to stand up from the ground, casually pulled out a long-handled axe from the weapon rack, tucked the axe handle behind his back, and strode over the fire pit, then leaped up with a step, shouted angrily, and swung the axe diagonally.

"Drink!"

The long-handled axe chopped diagonally from top to bottom, covering a wide area and almost impossible to dodge. However, Fu Qinghai predicted and started at the moment when the opponent was about to jump up, stepped on the ground, took a step forward, and crashed directly into Targukin's arms.

With a "bang", the heavy sound of armor colliding echoed in the grassland. Fu Qinghai just leaned his shoulder sideways and Targukin was shaken so hard that his limbs trembled and his mouth was wide open, and he could hardly hold the weapon in his hand. Fu Qinghai was able to turn around after the shoulder collision, and the handle of the knife turned a circle in his palm, and then the back of the knife hit Targukin's exposed neck fiercely.

"Pfft!"

The Storm Lords' Chapter Master vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Fu Qinghai swung his knife without stopping.

He raised the tip of the knife again and pointed it at the people around him:

"continue."

"Let me see how powerful the warriors from thousands of years ago were!"

Another Space Marine slapped the ground and stood up.

"Ugh... crackle!"

After saying that, he was thrown out with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Fu Qinghai deliberately threw him into the fire pit. The Space Marine's power backpack smashed into the campfire, and with a "bang", the tall fire pit built with several logs was smashed into pieces, sparks flew, and the flames instantly rose and swept around. The heat wave and sparks smoked the faces of all the Space Marines around.

The provocation is already very obvious.

"Damn it!" "This is too much!"

They no longer followed the principle of fair one-on-one duel. One after another, they stood up, picked up their weapons and strode towards the guy standing outside the fire pit.

A man stood there alone with a knife in his hand. The bright moonlight cast a long black shadow in front of him. Space Marines rushed towards him from all directions, wielding various weapons.

"Ding Dong!"

"Boom!"

"Clang!"

Fu Qinghai moved around in the midst of swords and sabers, taking in the surrounding situation with a glance from the corner of his eye. In an instant, he outlined the most perfect movement route in his mind. His steps forward, backward, left and right were unpredictable. He dodged countless attacks and, at a perfect moment, thrust out the long sword in his hand.

"what!"

"Well!"

"Uh!"

The besiegers flew out one after another.

More and more Space Marines joined the battle.

Fu Qinghai fought more and more fiercely in the dense siege, and gradually entered a mysterious and refreshing state. After all, the human eye's vision is limited, and the human ear's hearing is limited. At the end of the battle, Fu Qinghai simply closed his eyes, blocked his five senses, and relied entirely on the Force to tell himself where the enemy and the sword were.

The surrounding Space Marines were stunned when they saw this scene.

I felt an extreme humiliation in my confusion:

He actually closed his eyes!

Can you defeat us with your eyes closed?

"Ahhhh!"

Everyone felt ashamed and angry and joined the siege even harder.

But they were knocked to the ground or flew out faster.

"Hahahaha!"

Storm Prophet Baoshu Lige clapped his hands and laughed:

"Qingshan Khan not only looks the same..."

"She is still as charming as ever!"

As someone who personally witnessed the oath thousands of years ago, the Chief Storm Prophet knew many secrets that others did not know. For example, Qingshan Khan had been able to defeat the entire legion without an opponent a thousand years ago, and the Primarch had wanted Qingshan Khan to be the leader of the Keshig. That was why he expressed his feeling that "Qingshan Khan's style is still as good as before."

In the end, the Space Marines who participated in the siege fell one after another, and a circle of injured and incapacitated people lay around Fu Qinghai. Originally, he adhered to the traditional Kung Fu principle of stopping when the blade hit the vital parts, but some soldiers were too excited and would not stop until he beat them to the ground unable to move.

"call--"

Fu Qinghai let out a breath.

Calmed the heartbeats of both hearts.

He stepped over the Space Marines who were staggering and groaning in pain, and walked back to the collapsed and scattered fire pit with his long sword, where there were still sporadic flames burning on the wood. He threw his training weapon on the ground, leaned over to pick up a pot of mare's milk, and drank it down with his head tilted back.

"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."

Fu Qinghai's Adam's apple moved.

He drank a whole pot of kumis in one breath.

"belch!"

Fu Qinghai threw the empty wine jug aside.

He turned around and pointed at the Space Marines on the ground and said:

"Remember, go back and tell the people in your regiment."

"I am more than just 'someone who is good at forging divine machines'."

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