Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 225 Admonition Meeting

Ron followed the woman all the way to the depths of the corridor.

"Why do you keep holding this doll?"

The woman turned her head and asked curiously.

"Well, this is something my mother left me when she died."

Ron babbled nonsense.

The plastic doll he held in his hand rolled its eyes.

What a filial son.

"Okay. Come with me."

The woman opened a bronze door with ornate carvings, and the two walked in. Inside was a lounge-shaped room with a large sofa and a small coffee table. The walls were wrapped in soundproof velvet, and the floor lamp was dimly lit. Created a charming atmosphere.

"Click."

The brass door was locked.

The woman turned around and approached Ron lightly, with her hands resting on his chest, her red lips slightly parted, and her hot and humid breath sprayed on Ron's neck.

"Gudu."

Ron's Adam's apple squirmed up and down, staring blankly at the beauty who was close at hand, his body was stiff and motionless.

The woman gave a slight push.

"Pfft."

Ron sat down on the sofa.

The doll in his hand also fell to the floor.

The woman lifted up her smock, revealing her calves wrapped in white stockings. After thinking about it, she seemed to find it inconvenient, so she reached behind her back, trying to untie the belt around her waist...

"Chong!"

Cold light flashed.

The dagger pierced Ron's chest in an instant.

"puff……"

Blood stained Ron's shirt and coat in front of him.

The plastic doll on the floor raised its eyes.

I saw Ron's fingers trembling slightly.

"For...why?"

Ron looked down at the dagger that was as exquisite as a work of art stuck in his chest, his face was shocked, and he said in disbelief.

The woman smiled and stood up from Ron's body.

"We've been watching you for a long time, Mr. Ron."

"You are neither a psychic nor an officer. Why can you follow Qingshan to the dinner party? You must be a mortal servant who is very important to him, right?"

The woman took out a handkerchief, gently wiped her blood-stained fingers, and said:
"Tell me, if Company Commander Qingshan found out that his most trusted mortal servant died in the planetary governor's personal rest room, with the personal dagger of the governor's maid stuck in his chest, what would he think?"

"I see."

Ron said softly:

"I thought you really liked my freckles."

Um?what's the situation?
The woman looked puzzled.

Suddenly, the dagger stuck in Ron's chest was pushed out by an unknown force and fell on the sofa. A dark blue gelatinous object gushed out from under the clothes, sealing the wound and healed it, and quickly covered the skinny boy's body. whole body...

A huge [-]-meter symbiont stood in front of the woman.

The woman's eyes were wide open, and she opened her mouth to scream.

"Snapped!"

The giant claw grabbed the woman's neck and lifted her up.

Hate's deep voice mingled with Ron's own:
"A plan full of loopholes, why do you think he will act according to your ideas?"

The woman's face was flushed, her legs were hanging in the air, and she kept kicking, her fingers groped around the side of the skirt, and found and pressed a certain button.

The copper door was slammed open, and two men with laser guns rushed in.

The doll lying on the floor disappeared with a whoosh.

Before the two men aimed their guns at the "monster" in front of them, they suddenly screamed and fell forward as if losing support.

The ghost baby held the folding knife stained with blood in his hand, and turned the knife lightly in his small hand, with a ferocious smile on his face, he had already cut off the enemy's ankles.

Before the two prostrate men started to struggle, the sharp silver blades had already pierced their heavenly spirit caps.

Seeing this scene, the woman's eyes were horrified. Ron was afraid that she would suffocate to death, so he let go of his palm slightly, and the woman's voice came out of his throat:
"Wis... wise angel?"

Ron and Upton looked at each other.

Cherub, what is that?
Cherub is a baby angel-shaped auxiliary machine servant, which can take on various duties, including preaching, reconnaissance, loudspeaker, self-destruction, flattery, etc. It is produced more in the age of apostasy, and it is normal for two people not to see each other .

Ron was about to bring the woman in his hand to the banquet hall to confront him. Suddenly, he smelled the bitter almond smell of cyanide. Looking at the woman in his hand again, his face was blue, his eyes were white, and his head was crooked. Hanging on his hand.

"Depend on."

Ron swore.

I feel like I've been shot in vain.

"She may have thought of it temporarily, and she didn't think too much about it."

After Upton finished speaking, he lay down on the ground and began to play dead again.

"Why do impromptu killers have the determination to die?"

Ron shook his head, feeling like it didn't make sense.

The symbiote's hatred retracted into Ron's body. Ron looked at the three corpses in front of him, finally picked up the exquisite dagger, walked out of the lounge, and returned to the banquet hall.

Holding a plastic doll in one hand and a dagger in the other, Ron walked in the winding and dark corridor. At the end of the corridor, there were faint wine glasses colliding and laughter, and people were still feasting to their heart's content, as if the Murder is just an illusion.

Ron walked slowly into the banquet hall.

A trace of unusual bloody smell floated into the nose of a noble man. He was taken aback, then turned his head to see Ron whose chest was soaked in a large amount of blood, and was stunned.

This is definitely not the blood that can be drawn by accident, not to mention that he still holds a dagger in his hand.

Silence, silence spread like a virus, and soon, more and more people noticed Ron, they gradually stopped the tableware in their hands, stopped clinking glasses and chatting, watching Ron pass a group of waiters and machine servants, Walk behind Fu Qinghai.

In the silent atmosphere of the banquet hall, Ron put the dagger on the table in front of Fu Qinghai, and whispered something in his ear.

The four space warriors all looked sideways at Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai glanced at the dagger in front of him, smacked his lips, and said in a low voice:

"Put on the helmet and access the communication channel."

"Clatter...crack."

With a uniform voice, all the space warriors immediately picked up their helmets and put them on, the sealing rings of the neck armor were tightly fitted and closed, and the goggles glowed scarlet.

"what……"

"Oh my God……"

"What... what happened?"

There was an uproar at the banquet, and many aristocratic men and women suddenly realized that the five armored giants had transformed from polite emperor angels into murderous war machines in an instant. Fu Qinghai turned to look at Gladys on the main seat , the young woman's face was pale, she obviously recognized the dagger, slowly shook her head and said:
"Even if you don't trust me, you should trust Koshwito."

"My lord, my lord, Master Qingshan!"

The old man sitting opposite Fu Qinghai shouted quickly:
"My lord, why is this!"

"Yes, there must be some misunderstanding."

Several old men from the Sommerfeld family spoke out to persuade them.

Fu Qinghai pressed his palms to quiet down the noisy scene, and said:
"Listen, everyone, we are the Astartes, not the Ministry of the Interior or the Inquisition. I don't have the time, nor the energy, to play hive-capital political games with you."

"Gladys Sommerfeld is the planetary governor appointed by Holy Terra. No matter who is dissatisfied with her rule, I hope you can restrain and obey. To obey her rule is to obey the will of the empire. "

The old man sitting opposite Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"My lord, I don't know what happened. Your subordinates were attacked or some other accident. As an old Sommerfeld who has served the empire for more than 30 years, I sincerely implore you, my lord, after a thorough investigation Let’s draw conclusions instead of killing innocent people indiscriminately.”

"well said."

Fu Qinghai nodded, looking past the senior elders at the beautifully decorated wall behind them.

"Then please tell me, what happened to those people holding plasma weapons behind the wall?"

The goggles of the space warriors have activated active and passive perspective. The high temperature emitted by the plasma charging coil cannot even be blocked by thick walls, and it is particularly conspicuous in the active perspective imaging view.

"Ah, this..."

The old man who spoke was stunned.

In the perspective imaging view, those bright "plasma coils" moved together. Fu Qinghai supported the edge of the long dining table with one palm, and lifted it upwards. Qing Hai lifted it up with one hand, and knocked down to the ground, knocking all the noble men and women on their backs, screaming again and again, and instantly formed a simple bunker.

The blue plasma beam was sprayed on the thick stone table, ablating the stone table into a deep pit the size of a watermelon. Chen Xinlu put on the hanging ring and opened the door of dimension, the bolter, the power sword, the power claw, One piece after another, weapons and equipment were sent from the cruiser's arsenal to the hands of various space fighters.

"Da da da da da..."

Five people leaned out of the bunker and fired a volley, and all the private soldiers of the family were instantly torn apart by the firepower network composed of dense explosive bombs.

Fragmented corpses filled the entire banquet hall, and a large amount of blood was splashed radially, like a splashed ink landscape painting from hell, the exquisite decoration of carved gallery columns, various artistic objects and exotic flowers and plants. dust and debris.

Although the plasma weapons of the human empire are very dangerous and unstable, almost everyone will think of plasma weapons when plotting to assassinate space fighters. Laser guns are like tickling ceramic steel armor, while regular-caliber explosive bombs Guns are not something that mortals can control, so the plasma gun seems to be the only choice.

The attendants and nobles dispersed in a panic, only the overwhelmed mechanical servants stayed in place and circled blankly. However, they ran out of the banquet hall not long before they were forced back by soldiers with guns.

Fu Qinghai saw the woman in the lead.

Hulda.

It's the Spartans coming.

Fu Qinghai ordered the space fighters to put away their weapons.

Hulda is no longer the Nest Killer when I first met him. He is wearing the bulletproof suit and carapace of the Imperial Guard, holding a laser gun with a bayonet hanging in his hand, and his long black hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Capable and energetic.

She came to Fu Qinghai and stood at attention:

"My lord, all the banquet members are under control."

"You have already ambushed?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"No, it's just an emergency mobilization plan."

Koshwito's voice came from the other side of the corridor.

The Spartan warrior pushed away a group of trembling noble men and women, stepped out from the crowd, and said:

"It's not been a day or two since the hive capital has been undercurrents. I followed the requirements of the quick response force and made several drills and action plans in advance."

So the scene was under control so quickly.

Fu Qinghai finished what he didn't say in his heart.

He told the Spartan gang:

"The old guy who died was right. We really can't kill innocent people indiscriminately. Just arrange an interrogation room here and let them line up to be investigated one by one."

After finishing speaking, Fu Qinghai looked at No. 56:

"give it to you."

No. 56's mind-reading ability, except for the big burst of psionic awakening, is not that powerful at ordinary times. You need to focus on a certain person in a quiet environment with few people in order to hear the voice of others.

Zhang Yuning was standing in the corner holding a champagne glass, sipping it in small sips. The black backless evening dress was spotless, as if the riot and killing just now had nothing to do with her.

"Are you full?"

Fu Qinghai asked several women.

"full."

They all nodded.

Fu Qinghai said to Gladys:

"Your Excellency, take them to your mansion for afternoon tea."

What afternoon tea do you drink in the evening?

Gladys rolled his eyes, but obediently obeyed Fu Qinghai and led the four women out of the banquet hall.

……

"I don't understand. We have wiped out the four big families on the top of the tower, leaving only two big families. Isn't the vacant cake not enough for these guys to divide up? Why do you still want to obsess over Gladys' position as governor?"

Holding a glass of wine, Fu Qinghai watched the machine servants cleaning up the banquet hall, and said to Koshwito.

"You and I may have underestimated the greed of human nature, Qingshan."

Koshvito said, pulling out the cork from the bottle with his bare hands and gulping down his mouth.

Fu Qinghai thought to himself: "Zhang Mazi" still thinks of "Huang Silang" too simply. If Koshwito hadn't been left to help Gladys before he left, I'm afraid that the "Huang Silang" of the Nest Capital of Schwerin The county magistrate” had to be replaced again.

Soon, the interrogation of No. 56 was over.

Fu Qinghai thought it was just a group of old interest groups who were dissatisfied with Gladys being the planetary governor at a young age, and they didn't take it to heart, but he didn't expect that No. 56's psychic mind reading would involve other differences unusual content.

"Admonishment meeting? What is that?"

Fu Qinghai asked suspiciously.

"I guess it should be some kind of cult born in the nest."

56 said.

Difficult material life requires spiritual support, and various cult beliefs are easy to develop in the lower nest area, because religion can make people full of hope, and hope can make people overcome material deprivation.

Fu Qinghai was concerned about another issue, he said:
"Describe this cult carefully."

No. 56 recounted the information he collected:

"I don't know how a cult in the lower nest infiltrated the upper nest and the spire. They seem to have a whole set of development networks. I haven't been able to get more information. The teaching is probably something like 'destroy nobles, everyone is equal' In addition, they seem to have unearthed some kind of ancient technological relic in Bottom Nest."

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

Cults are always strange, and they are always dressed in the cloak of truth, goodness and beauty. Different cults meet the different demands of the hardworking people-but as long as there are no sensitive elements such as "four-armed god emperors", it will be fine.

"In other words, this 'Admonishment Council' doesn't care who will be the governor of the planet at all. They just want to use the conflict between us and the nobles to stir up troubles to achieve the goal of eliminating the noble class?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and asked.

He felt as if he was being used, and so were the old Sommerfeld factions.

"As far as the available intelligence is concerned, all I can say is... I don't know."

Booth No. 56 said.

"Tsk..."

Fu Qinghai rubbed his eyebrows.

Headache.

The hive world is complicated, too complicated.

Even if a battle group is formed in the future, Fu Qinghai never thought of making the Hive Capital World his war group's home planet.

There is no single hive in the galaxy.

Poverty, chaos, cults, heresies, gangs, monsters, nobles, technological relics, interest groups...

"Now is the period of the Great Cleansing. After I finish the task of escorting the scientific research ship and the STC, I have to return to Terra to report. I really don't have time to waste with these bullshit cults."

Fu Qinghai said with a painful face.

No. 56 nodded, expressing understanding.

He said:
"I have an idea, let's quietly release a few cultists in the nobles, and then I use my symbiote Guile to host one of them, and Guile lurks in the body of the host, and after obtaining enough information, Guile will directly take over the host Control of the body, and then return to the nest to report to us."

Fu Qinghai recalled the plot in the movie "Venom". If the venom didn't speak, Eddie Brock wouldn't even know that there was an alien creature in his body.

Fu Qinghai nodded slowly, thinking it was feasible.

He tapped the table with his finger and said:

"I have another idea."

"I know a mutant girl from the Bottom Nest. She has contacted and intersected with many mutants living in the Bottom Nest. I don't know if she has anything to do with this cult, but maybe she can provide us with some clues."

With that said, Fu Qinghai called Koshwito over.

"Kirsh, have you ever heard of a cult called the 'Cautionary Society'?"

Koshwito looked blank: "No."

It seems that the other party's hiding is really deep.

"Kosh, that mutant girl named 'Su', the one with seven eyes on her face, is she still alive?"

Koshwito nodded:

"As far as I know, she's still in the bottom nest."

"Bring her and all the mutants she knows to the nest." Fu Qinghai turned to Camille and said, "Treat them with Extremis virus and nano-medicine particles, eliminate mutations, and restore human form. They are better than us. Understand Bottom Nest."

Fu Qinghai led Gladys through the Bottom Nest to the suburbs, relying on a mutant guide to lead the way.

Camille nodded and added:
"Qingshan, if it is a deep mutation that has penetrated to the genetic level and genetic level, I can't guarantee that it can be completely eliminated."

"It's okay, do your best."

After arranging all this, Fu Qinghai looked at No. 56:
"Then please, stay in the Schwerin Nest Capital for this time."

56 said:

"No problem, it's just what I want, Aoyama."

"My mortal agents suffered a lot when they breached the warlord's castle. I just took this opportunity to develop and train my Spratul in the Hive City, and gradually infiltrate into the surrounding star areas."

It's kind of like a chief intelligence officer.

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　Thank you, Avalon poly, the thief with the army, Zhang Zhangchao Chaochao, book friend 20191126231430378, King Marquez, watching prosperity inside and outside the play, 1008611 in 007, invasion like fire and thunder, Dreamer, book friend 20220112142901232 , Silver Wings, Falling Leaves in the Autumn Wind, qq992333, Nie Tianhang, a tip from several book friends.

Let me talk about the small slot I encountered before: Most of the settings of Warhammer follow the setting to serve the plot. For example, the bird divination instrument can scan the entire planet when the plot requires it, and the plot does not need it. Sometimes, even the enemies behind a corner can’t be found. This kind of ambiguous setting makes me very uncomfortable to write.

　
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