Chapter 261: The Rise of the Primarch: The Forest Game

Centus is a place with a pleasant environment, beautiful and refreshing environment. It has almost perfectly inherited and carried forward Guilliman's construction ideas. It has a beautiful and developed civilization circle, no heavy pollution, no steel buildings and streets all over the mountains and plains. , most of the planet’s land is covered with magnificent primeval forests.

If you want to ask why, it’s probably because, except for a few plains, most of the primeval forests are filled with man-eating plants and God knows what kind of beasts? Apart from the fact that you will get into trouble with trees when you walk into the forest, the environment is not that harsh.

At least I think people in Catachan will like it here and have a sense of joy of going home, but as for myself, I don’t really like this kind of place where you have to fight with four or five trees just to walk two steps. But that cannot be said, because as far as the Catachan people are concerned, there will always be some fierce people living in these places, such as here.

At the small helipad in the forest, the old administrator sat under his security porch and watched the small TV screen. He crossed one leg and put it on the table. To be honest, that leg was completely replaced by a mechanical prosthetic leg. His right leg is particularly conspicuous, and various crude mechanical structures are combined together in a way that would make the priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus furious.

Many of the spare parts are very magical. They are probably made of various parts that cannot be assembled together in theory. Seriously, how can this ghost thing move? Is it made of green leather?

The old administrator scratched his head. There was an eye-catching wound on the right side of his head. The huge scratch left a permanent scar on his head. But what was even more surprising was that since the old administrator was not dead, , I dare say that the claws have almost torn the skull open, but he seems to have no big problem except that his head is partially bald.

The old administrator leaned on his chair and watched the TV program, but his attention was quickly drawn away. The roar of the huge jet engine outside the window attracted the old administrator's attention. He turned his head and saw the gradual change from behind the side window. The spindle-shaped shuttle that landed on the ground looked extremely weird.

The long wing extends from the left side, and there is a counterweight engine at the end of the long wing. There is also such a fin-like paddle on the back of the oval spacecraft body, and there are also a few fins at the cockpit opening. The steel separated the narrow windows, which looked strange.

But the old administrator didn't find it too strange. After all, the technical level of most civilian shipyards is limited, and you can't have too high demands on them, right? It would be nice if these guys could take off, not explode, and not fall apart after starting the engine again.

The old administrator sat up and turned off the TV. He grabbed the large-caliber revolver on the table with his backhand. Your Majesty, I dare say that the caliber of the gun is called a shotgun. This is One shot from the thing could definitely shatter a bison's skull.

He opened the door with a revolver in his strong arm covered with scars. The old administrator stood outside the small administrator's house and looked at the landing shuttle. The shuttle's terminal landing gear had been firmly in place. It landed on the ground, and the engine shut down with a low roar.

The old administrator scratched his chin and walked up. He walked towards the shuttle deck that was gradually lowering. As a burst of white mist sprayed out from the vacuum valve, the gray iron-colored hatch gradually fell to the ground. .

"Not many people come to our place. This is not a place suitable for outsiders to visit, strangers." The old administrator said standing at the door of the cabin with a cigar in his mouth. He looked at the people coming off the boat, the man in a black jacket. The visitor smiled jokingly as he stepped off the deck in silver studded boots.

"But I heard that the environment here is quite good, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and fresh and charming air." The man smiled and walked down. The old administrator held the cigar with his other hand, using the index finger and ring finger of his hand. It was completely a mechanical replacement, and it was obvious that the original finger that was there had been pulled out by something.

"We are not here to deal with sissies from out of town, especially guys from the city. You should go to the capital star port." The old administrator pointed at Vito with his cigar between his fingers, and the latter shrugged and smiled. As he walked, the laser pistol hanging on his waist swayed up and down.

"There's a plague in the capital, the Plague of Tears. I think you've heard of it, so I landed here." Vito jokingly smiled and came to the old official, who took a breath from his cigar and exhaled a faint smoke. , he looked at the skyline of the forest not far away, where the magnificent buildings were vaguely visible in the clouds and mist.

The old administrator had a stern expression on his face. He put his arms on his waist with his arms that could tire a bear to death with his bare hands. "Those sissies in the city were infected because they were too weak. We only have one case of the disease here." No? Plague of Tears? Who would cry endlessly because of that damn thing?”

Vito smiled and nodded slightly. He took out a number card from his arms and handed it to the old administrator, "My ship is out of fuel. Fill it up for me. How about the remaining money in it as my gratitude?" "

"I don't need your charity, a foreigner. We real Sentus people don't need charity. Use your money to buy something else." The old administrator said and took the card. Vito looked at him with satisfaction. Smiling, he crossed his arms and thought meaningfully, then shrugged.

"Okay, then buy some news. Can you tell me if there are any big events in your local area recently? You know, daily pastimes in the forest, or religious activities."

"What? Religion? Damn it, grandma, we don't believe in any gods, we only believe in this." The old administrator said and raised his large-caliber revolver. He suddenly pulled the trigger bolt, and his fingers were also on On the trigger, that is the most dangerous way to hold the gun, and the safety of the fire is not considered at all. It must be said that the folk customs are tough.

Vito looked at the revolver with a strange expression. He smiled helplessly and pushed away the barrel of the gun that was almost hitting him. "I dare say the state church will definitely have a strong opinion on this."

"Then let's get those bitchy bitches, especially those missionaries in white robes who keep nagging them every day. Can their faith be bulletproof?" the administrator said, turning the revolver. He stated this absolutely heretical statement very straightforwardly. I wonder if he would reconsider and reorganize his language if he knew who Vito was.

But Vito doesn't care about their local religious issues now, and that's not what he came here for. Vito smiled and put his hands on his hips and looked around at the short buildings in the surrounding forest settlements. "Back to my question, your local area is the closest." Are there any big events worth mentioning?”

The old administrator touched his chin thoughtfully. The cigarette held between his fingers was emitting a faint smoke. After some thought, he nodded and pointed to the corner of the airport, "Over there, there are some recruitment activities going on outside the town. Where are the boys?"

"Recruitment activity? Recruitment or something?" Vito asked doubtfully, and the old administrator shrugged slightly with disdain. He took a puff of his cigar with great disdain, "A certain new foreigner built a factory, and it was here. In the open space to the east, they said they were digging some bullshit mine or something, and they came to recruit security guards from us. It seems that their other partners were attacked recently. "

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled jokingly. Well, it seemed that his luck was as good as ever. The clue came just after landing. He smiled jokingly and faced the old administrator, "Have you seen their people? They How does it look?"

"What else can we do? A group of arrogant idiots, especially the guy in the lead, who has the devilish character of an idiot aristocrat. If it weren't for the good price he gave, who would be willing to do the work for him." The old administrator waved his pistol impatiently , the boredom on his face was clearly visible.

"But the girl that guy brought is pretty good, pretty, silver-haired girl. Many young men went there just because of her."

Vito patted the administrator on the shoulder and smiled. Then as he walked towards the exit of the airport, the old administrator turned to look at Vito's back, raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment. Then he rolled his eyes and held the cigar in his mouth. Lee muttered, "Never mind the foreigners' trouble." Then he walked to the fuel tank on the side.

Vito was walking on the street outside the airport wall. His eyes were looking at the surrounding forest buildings. The buildings here looked very old. The oval roofs were obviously designed to prevent rainwater from squeezing them. Hunting nets, steel spears and laser guns are hung on the hard outer walls.

In a market supported by huge canvas next to the building, there are wild animals hung up everywhere. The butchers use machetes of amazing size to disembowel the beasts and slaughter them into different pieces of meat, and the fur is cut into pieces. Specially peeled off and wrapped into long strips and stacked together.

Vito saw a local man wearing a jacket holding a data panel to record the quantity and type of furs. After he determined it, he called on the young men on the side to carry away the expensive furs. They would pack the furs into trucks. , then transported to the port and sold to merchants in the capital.

In the end, those furs will become clothes, scarves and decorations for some ladies and ladies, and the locals will get paid. They will use the money to buy new hunting weapons with the "annoying outsiders". Utensils and daily necessities, just like the Catachan people, exchanged the value of their own specialties for the industrial supplies of the civilized world.

Vito walked through the slaughterhouse, his boots stepping on the blood-soaked soil as he walked forward. The sticky soil was slippery under his feet. If he were the powerful people in the city, they might have to complain about their boots and trouser legs now. It was stained, but Vito was not one of those powerful people, and he would not complain like those losers.

Vito walked through the streets of the town and walked out from the high wall gate at the end of the town. As soon as he walked out of the town gate, the magnificent virgin forest came into view. It was not strange to say that this town was originally in A settlement carved out of the forest, the primitive jungle surrounding everything is the main body of this planet.

Vito heard the noise outside the town. He looked over there and immediately noticed the local young people gathering on the edge of the virgin forest road. They all looked quite young, carrying guns and machetes. They were yelling at each other, in short, they seemed to be very idle.

Vito smiled and walked towards the crowd from one side. He quickly blended into the crowd and looked at the man standing on the tree vine. He was obviously not from the town. He was wearing a gray-brown jacket with a sword printed on it and a ring around it. He wore a pair of military boots on his trousers, and these pieces of protective iron armor were hung on the outside. The arm guards and leg guards were hanging on his body.

He straddled a pistol and yelled at the young men. He shouted for them to be quiet. "Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet! We're about to start."

The young people all looked at him and were still discussing, but obviously this would not affect the man to continue speaking. He cleared his throat and stood on Shuman with his hands on his hips, "We will have a trial here today. The winner is lucky. The boys will get a job as guards in Mr. Bardock’s factory! The salary will be good and the salary will be good.”

"And there are beauties!" A young man shouted, and everyone laughed. They whistled and cheered one after another. The guard in charge of recruiting smiled and waved, "Yes, I didn't get to see the beautiful ones. Miss Theresia, this is an added bonus, let’s get started now.”

"Who volunteers to come first?" the guard asked, and immediately a young man stepped forward, raised his spear and shouted loudly.

"Me! I'm coming!" He said proudly, and the idle young people cheered in agreement. The recruiter smiled jokingly and nodded slightly, "Who else? There is also the brave man coming."

"Me." Vito said in the crowd. He said it before anyone could speak. Everyone looked at him in confusion and looked at each other. Vito had already walked out of the crowd. He walked to the recruiter and stood behind him. local young people protested.

"He's a foreigner! He can't run for election!" one person shouted, and soon someone reconsidered. Vito smiled at them jokingly, and then turned to look at the recruiter.

"Is there a rule that only locals can run for election? I don't think so." Vito said with a smile. The young people looked at each other, and the recruiter shrugged, "No, there is no such rule, I think you can run. ”

The young man who wanted to compete with Vito snorted. He raised his head proudly towards his companions, "Don't worry, guys, this foreigner will die in the woods. This is our territory. Only we can succeed." !”

The young people cheered and booed at Vito one after another. Vito looked at them mockingly, and his contemptuous eyes were quite annoying, "Did you shoot with your mouth? Even so, you guys Their marksmanship isn’t that good either, you little bastards.”

His sarcasm made everyone yell in annoyance, but their shouts did not affect Vito. He turned to look at the selector, "What are the rules?"

The selector looked at Vito jokingly, obviously also interested. He put his hands on his hips and pointed into the bottomless forest with a smile. "At the end of the direction I pointed to, there are many targets placed along the way. You need to go safely all the way." While traveling through the forest, hit the targets and finally reach the end button, then press it, the servo skull will record everything on the side, and then sum up the scores, and the person with the highest overall score is the winner.”

"Before you two set off, I need to know your names, if you can." The recruiter looked at Vito and the young man on the rock and said, Vito smiled at him and nodded slightly.

"My name is Arthur Constantine, let's get started." Vito smiled and pulled out two laser guns from his waist. He held the guns with both hands like a western cowboy, which impressed the recruiter. He nodded repeatedly, but the young man competing with him was not so elegant.

He spat on the ground, and the young man held the gun bolt and raised his fists shouting at Vito, "I am Samir Karl, and I am the one who will win! Remember the foreigner! I am the one Someone who will win.”

Vito looked at him sarcastically, "Then let's wait and see, Samir Karl."

The sarcastic eyes made the young man extremely angry. Vito turned to look at the forest and nodded to the recruiter. The latter nodded and raised a hand, "Ready, start!"

As the recruiter's hand suddenly waved down, Vito stepped out, and he rushed into the forest before the young man had time to react. His speed was amazing, and Vito had already fired the first shot in the forest. He turned to look at the young man sarcastically, "If you want to win, you'd better take action. If you are ready to admit defeat, now is the time, so that you don't look so embarrassed later, Samir."

He cursed in annoyance, and the irritable guy rushed into the forest with a gun. Vito looked at him and smiled jokingly, then raised both guns and rushed into the depths of the dark forest.