Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 251 Route battle
The five people sat around and talked together, and the atmosphere was originally quite harmonious.

Fu Qinghai was only silent for a second.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and pushed Huxley to the ground. Caught off guard, the middle-aged man gnawed shit on his stomach, and buried his entire face in the sand on the ground.

The three women were startled by the sudden change.

Fu Qinghai pressed Huxley's neck hard, and lifted the clothes behind him. The bulging fleshy ball seemed to feel the danger, and hurriedly wriggled and drilled deeper into the body.

Fu Qinghai made a quick move, "slapped" the lump of meat, and regardless of Huxley's heart-piercing screams, he directly picked up the lump with the flesh of his belt.

"squeak--"

Fu Qinghai pinched the small screaming creature with his fingers, and took a closer look at it.

This is a larva that has just developed tentacles from its eggs, like a small fleshy gray sea anemone. Its tentacles are slender and soft, with barbed sharp thorns at the ends, which are still on Fu Qinghai's gauntlet Scratching constantly.

This is the praka parasite.

The appearance of the larva is almost completely borrowed from the ancient Japanese manga "Parasite". It looks very similar to the parasite, and the way it emerges from the headless neck is exactly the same.

The appearance of the adult was borrowed from the classic sci-fi movie "Alien", and it was similar to the shape of the face-hugger, like a big withered spider, with flesh membranes growing between the joints.

Human imagination may have limits.

Fu Qinghai pinched his fingers lightly.

"squeak!"

The parasite exploded into a slurry and died.

Fu Qinghai shook off the mucus on his hands and looked at Huxley.

Huxley was still lying on the ground, panting in pain, blood was flowing from his back, and the red muscles were turned up, revealing the white spine, which looked horrible.

It seemed that there were still some broken tentacles hooked in the deep muscles, but before Fu Qinghai could help him, the muscles on Huxley's back wriggled and squeezed out these "foreign objects".

"Explain it."

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

Huxley stood up slowly, reached out and touched his gradually healing back, his expression changed, he thought about it, and finally said helplessly:

"I said I don't know, do you believe me?"

After finishing speaking, Huxley looked depressed, as if Fu Qinghai drew his sword and killed him in the next second, and he was also mentally prepared.

However, it was beyond his expectation.

Fu Qinghai said:
"I believe."

Huxley froze.

The three women were also stunned.

Chen Xinlu had already put on the hanging ring, Jiang Yixia's skin was half green, and even Li Xingxian, who had run out of casting materials, was ready to get a sniper blaster.

The "internal traitor" Huxley is about to be bombarded to the brim.

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"People who are completely combined with the Plaka parasite will have bloodshot eyes, which are very obvious and can be recognized at a glance. If your eyes don't turn red, it means that you have not been controlled yet."

Fu Qinghai continued:
"I guess, while the perfect human beings use your body to produce various virus antibodies, they also test the ability of parasites on you by the way. The result is that your body resists the parasitism of Placa, causing the eggs to grow slowly and cannot mature and replace your spinal nerves."

Plaka parasite is different from several generations of viruses and molds. It no longer belongs to microorganisms and has come to the category of animals. This makes the properties of Plaka parasites different from viruses and molds in all aspects.

First of all, its transmissibility is worse than that of mold, at least in the larvae and adult stages, the size of the praca parasite is visible to the naked eye, not invisible and pervasive like viruses and molds, and the larvae that escape from the host will die on the spot , adults survive independently for a few days at most.

Secondly, most of the viruses in Resident Evil are deeply integrated with the infected person, and there is no antibody or vaccine, that is to say, it is impossible to turn zombies back into humans again.

The Plaka parasite is just a parasite, and if the cost of losing the spinal hemiplegia is acceptable, and the degree of fusion is not deep, it is still possible to remove the parasite and return to a normal human being.

Of the 24 games in the Resident Evil series, only "Resident Evil 4", which tells about the Placa parasite, won a pheasant award. For this reason, Fu Qinghai went to try it out and was still quite impressed.

Hearing what Fu Qinghai said, the three girls gradually relaxed.

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"Of course, there is another possibility."

"What is possible?"

Jiang Yixia asked.

"Perfect humans found us. They knew we were coming. They arranged for flying dragons to bring you over in advance, and intentionally injected eggs into your body. It would take hours to days for the eggs to become adults, depending on Which type of parasite did they use, the appearance of you carrying the eggs is no different from that of a normal human, and when the eggs mature and attack, you who are completely controlled by the parasites will give us a blow."

Fu Qinghai said with a smile.

Hearing this, the eyes of the three women suddenly became vigilant again.

Huxley threw up his hands in surrender:

"I repeat, I really don't know anything."

Chen Xinlu frowned and asked:
"How would a perfect human know that we are coming? Even if Moira notified other secret strongholds in advance, they don't know which direction we will choose."

Fu Qinghai pointed to the sky.

Chen Xinlu suddenly realized: "Satellite!"

"But, but..."

Huxley hurriedly explained:
"But they don't know that I know you at all, and I don't have any friendship with you. How can a perfect human being be sure that you won't kill me as soon as we meet? It doesn't make sense at all."

Fu Qinghai shrugged:

"So I'm leaning towards the first possibility."

Huxley just breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the second possibility is not ruled out."

Huxley's nerves were raised again.

Fu Qinghai picked up the weapon at hand:

"So, it's time to test your sincerity. Now, take me to the secret stronghold of perfect humans."

……

Fu Qinghai was looking down at his weapon.

Chen Xinlu frowned and asked:

"Are you going alone like this?"

"This is just the perfect human's secret stronghold, not the perfect human's headquarters. Since it is a 'secret' stronghold, it is impossible to deploy too many heavy weapons and advanced players. I know who the people inside are."

Fu Qinghai didn't continue talking.

But the meaning is already obvious——

Lao Tzu can push them flat.

Fu Qinghai knew the Plaka parasite very well, and knew where the strengthening limit of this kind of thing was.

It wasn't that he couldn't defeat the Fungus Queen Moira before, it just happened that he didn't bring the right weapon.

Fu Qinghai inserted the bolt pistol loaded with mass explosive bombs and the plasma pistol loaded with solid hydrogen fuel rods into the side of the thigh respectively, the inertia hammer was hung on the back, and the blue blade was pinned to the waist.

"Don't give them time to prepare."

Picking up Green Fang, Fu Qinghai said to Huxley:
"lead the way."

……

Yellow sand fills the sky.

Overcoming the shelter of ruined walls, the two came to a wide main road, which used to be the main road of the city, and the wind and sand all over the sky could not bury it. On both sides of the road were buildings of different heights, extending along the main road. .

Light gray and earthy yellow are the main colors of the ruins of the whole city.

A tall and burly space warrior and an ordinary-looking mutant, with a wide road, desolate scenery, and a lonely back, are like two cowboys walking in a small western town.

The déjà vu of Red Dead Redemption.

Fu Qinghai felt countless prying eyes.

From buildings on both sides of the road.

They hid quietly behind the wall, they watched carefully, and they whispered to each other.

When Fu Qinghai and Huxley appeared in the Lost City, all the plots and schemes lost their meaning.

Fu Qinghai didn't play any messes and detours like pretending not to know, mixing in, and playing tricks.

He directly showed his cards.

You know I'm coming, and I know you're here.

An anti-materiel sniper rifle quietly sticks out from a small hole in the wall, Steyr IWS2000.

"boom!"

Fu Qinghai lifted the arm armor to block the helmet, the warhead turned into a cluster of sparks and bounced off, the armor shell was undamaged, and Fu Qinghai's arm remained motionless.

Pulling out the plasma pistol at his waist, he raised his hand and fired a shot. The blue beam entered the window of the building. Fu Qinghai didn't even look at it. He hooked his finger on the trigger guard, turned the gun and inserted it into the side of his leg.

The snipers hiding in the building, with their guns turned into flesh and blood, were stuck on the wall.

The people hiding in the buildings on both sides retreated quietly.

The two continued to stride forward.

"Buzz rumbling..."

The roar of the engine sounded from afar.

Three huge wheeled armored vehicles kicked up dust all over the sky. The front of the "<" type vehicle was raised high, and at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, it was hitting the two of them. The quadruple anti-tank missiles mounted on the top of the vehicle , Thick white smoke has been ejected from the back of the cylinder.

"It has been locked by infrared guidance!"

Qing Ming reminded.

"leave me alone."

Fu Qinghai ordered.

After finishing speaking, Fu Qinghai strode forward.

"call out--"

The Tao-style anti-tank missile roared in. Fu Qinghai used the sense of force to the extreme. The moment the missile hit, he jumped up. With a wave of his palm, the missile was pushed away in all directions by an invisible force. Turning around, the chainsaw sword cut off the thin and long line connected to the back of the missile.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Missiles exploded on surrounding buildings.

The moment Fu Qinghai landed on the ground, he kicked off and started to launch. Facing the tall armored vehicle that slammed into him brazenly, his muscles exploded and his electronic muscle fibers were tense. Make a note of it.

"Boom-"

The two armored vehicles behind were shocked to find that the front vehicle was completely lifted up. The 35-ton 8×8 heavy-duty wheeled armored vehicle flew in the air with the rear one meter above the ground, and then crashed on the roof of the rear vehicle. The wheels of the chassis were idling in the sky, and the two chariots were scrapped in an instant.

The last vehicle slammed on the brakes quickly, and the front of the car still slammed into the two front bodies that looked like a stack of arhats. When the shock was still unresolved, a black shadow jumped high above the scrapped vehicle, holding the hammer in both hands and raising it above its head...

"Boom-"

There was that familiar loud noise again. The entire turret of the armored vehicle was twisted and dented, and was smashed into the body by a hammer, squeezing all the occupants into minced meat.

When Fu Qinghai was holding a long-handled square-pointed hammer in one hand, he slowly stood up straight on the roof of the car. The crowd hiding in the ruins and quietly watching quietly dispersed and fled into the underground passages extending in all directions.

Fu Qinghai looked back.

Huxley hugged himself and hid behind a boulder, shrinking his neck and shivering.

"Follow."

Fu Qinghai said.

After speaking, he jumped off the armored vehicle and continued to run forward.

The only thing I feel a little pity is that these three "Eitan" wheeled armored vehicles have been turned into piles of scrap copper and rotten iron.

……

Under the leadership of Huxley, Fu Qinghai swaggered towards the laboratory location of the perfect human secret stronghold along the main road of the lost city.

Huxley led Fu Qinghai to find the manhole cover that he drilled when he escaped. Fu Qinghai smashed open the circular sewer entrance with an inertial hammer, expanding it to a size large enough for space warriors to pass through, and then the two jumped down together.

Unexpectedly, the inside is not dirty. These sewer pipes extending in all directions are the main traffic routes of the Lost City, and the people living here rely on the sewers to get through.

Here, some hosts of subordinate parasites with low intelligence began to try to attack Fu Qinghai.

Some hosts pretend to be cute and pitiful mothers and children, but they spit out four bloody mouths with split cusps; some hosts are five meters tall, and they are chubby giants holding machetes; Full of spikes.

One of the characteristics of these parasite-infected people is that after the limbs of the whole body, including the head, are interrupted, they will mutate a second time, and in an instant, countless huge fleshy appendages will grow, which are covered with eyes, human faces, and bones. Blades and spurs, the shapes are all kinds of strange and beyond imagination.

But it only caused some small troubles for Fu Qinghai, and could not slow down his progress even for a moment.

Fu Qinghai drilled into a passage, and the laboratory was right in front of him. There was a grid-shaped red cutting laser in the passage, moving towards him quickly. The classic weapon of Resident Evil, Fu Qinghai continued to run forward, letting the thin laser lines Sweeping across the power armor, there was not even a trace of scorched black left, and these devices were smashed with a single punch.

Then, a huge turret slowly rose at the end of the passage, with six thick 6mm M20A61 Gatling guns.

Phalanx close-in artillery!

Fu Qinghai was shocked.

Who moved the shipborne weapons to land?
Intensive and violent screams came from near the muzzle, and 1 rounds of bullets rained down on Fu Qinghai in one minute. Fu Qinghai simply lay down on the ground, and at the same time pushed Huxley down with one hand, The other hand drew a plasma pistol and fired forward.

Fine ammunition chains and blue beams criss-crossed, the near-defense gun slammed into pieces and stopped turning, and failed to fire, while Fu Qinghai's body was rattled and only a few small craters appeared.

……

Finally, Fu Qinghai and Huxley, in the deepest part of the lost city, saw the giant succulent "plant" reaching the ceiling, waving tough tentacles and petal-shaped sharp mouthparts, like a tree growing on the ground. Giant piranhas on the wall.

In the "society" of the Plaka parasite, there are three classes: the subordinate parasite who looks like a normal human being but has a low IQ; the dominant parasite who has normal intelligence and can command the subordinate parasite; and the one in front of him, The source of parasite eggs - queen parasites.

In the game, just like the E mold is called the "Black God" by the believers in the village, the Praka parasite is also worshiped by the believers of the Illuminati. This queen-type parasite needs to sacrifice humans regularly as food.

The giant "plant" has no eyes or ears, but it seems to be aware of the approaching danger. Her descendants have passed on Fu Qinghai's ferocity to the mother, and they are shrinking and trembling timidly at the moment.

Fu Qinghai looked away from the queen-shaped parasite, and looked at the man standing below.

It was a young man wrapped in an iron-black streamlined carapace, with a long scorpion-like tail sticking out from behind his buttocks, swinging left and right flexibly.

It has to be said that the person in charge of the perfect human is not as ugly as the zombies under him.

Moira's black-feathered six-winged form has a unique aesthetic feeling of decay and withering, like a rotten fungus spreading morbidly. With the still charming face of a woman, it has a somewhat dark Gothic style.

As for the man in front of him, his muscles are covered by a pitch-black carapace. He has a golden proportion figure, a handsome and fair face, and a biological carapace with excellent texture and texture. To the spider limbs, it looks evil and handsome.

"You didn't escape, which is beyond my expectation."

Fu Qinghai spoke.

"you know me?"

The man tilted his head and asked.

"Kathy Wheeler, Moira's student when she was a chair professor and doctoral supervisor at Imperial State University, is also the human being who has the best combination with the Plaka parasite. I am in Vault 79 I have seen your profile."

Fu Qinghai read aloud.

After speaking, he shook his head:

"You are not a reincarnation, you are just an aborigine in the main Marvel universe, Moira used assimilation points to bring you here... You can't beat me, you should run away."

Not being a reincarnation means that the other party does not have three lives, and if he dies, he is really dead.

Unexpectedly, the young man said calmly:

"I'm not afraid of death. I stay here just to get an answer."

Fu Qinghai asked:
"what is the answer?"

The young man looked peaceful, and Fu Qinghai was a little surprised to find that he didn't see any anger or fighting spirit in his expression and eyes.

Kathy lowered her head, looked at her body and hands, and said slowly:
"Munro once told me that genetic ascension is the only way out for human beings, and it is also the only way to upgrade human beings. I thought that my combination with the Praka parasite was close to perfection. I have a bulletproof carapace and I have a fast speed. Reaction, I have a strong body, I have more limbs... But I saw your battle outside, and I thought I couldn't reach your level at all."

He looked at Fu Qinghai with a calm expression:
"Your weapons, your armor, are far more powerful than fungi and parasites. You have seen through my schemes at a glance, and you have wiped out my subordinates. I have seen the fragility of carbon-based creatures in front of weapons. Even if we have mastered very advanced biochemical technology, it is still the case."

Having said that, his tone suddenly became a little excited:
"Can you tell me if the so-called 'genetic ascension' is a mistake?"

"Should we be like those people, using hard and durable mechanical creations to replace weak bodies and carry out the so-called 'mechanical ascension'?"

"Is it the only correct way to replace humans with machines?"

Kathy Wheeler stared at Fu Qinghai expectantly, her tone full of deep desire for knowledge.

"Um……"

Facing this question, Fu Qinghai pondered for a while.

Necrons have something to say about whether Mechanical Ascension is worth it.

Before the transformation of the whole people's living body, there were two different opinions within the Empire of the King of Fear, those who were in favor and those who opposed it. The deceptions of the God-deceiver are not spared.

Mechanical Ascension, strong, really strong.

But a race and a civilization exist in this world, and what they pursue is not just "strength".

It is undoubtedly one-sided and stupid to define a civilization with simple "strong" and "weak".

It is undoubtedly sad that what a civilization leaves to the world and to itself is only "strong" and "weak".

Szalak the Silent King, Traasin the Endless, Orikan the Prophet... By the time these characters standing at the top of the Necrons realized this, it was already too late.

The young man in front of him, Moira's student, is still at the low-level and superficial level of "what is stronger" and "what is the strongest" regarding the future development and choices of mankind. he explained.

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment, then said:
"In my body, there is no replacement of any mechanical creations, all of which come from the transformation of biochemical technology."

Hearing this, Kathy's eyes lit up and said:

"So, there is still a way out for genetic ascension, right? Even someone as powerful as you did not choose the path of mechanical prosthetic transformation, which shows that genetic ascension is the right thing to do."

Fu Qinghai shook his head:
"No, I don't think the meaning of retaining the flesh is to let us use flesh and machinery to compare who is stronger and more durable. As you said, the inherent limit of carbon-based organisms lies there."

"Life is the most exquisite and complex 'machine' in the world. It is far better than any mechanical creation, and the gods may not understand the essence of life. The flesh is fragile, but the flesh gives us the possibility to perceive those wonderful existences, spiritual power, Magic, force, true energy... The way out for human beings is not to be extremely biased towards a single way. I personally think: retaining the body, delving into machinery, and developing the above-mentioned abilities are the development directions that human beings should pursue, that is, you The so-called 'way out'."

In addition to genetic ascension and mechanical ascension, there is another route called "spiritual ascension".

Back then, the space necromancer who invented the biotransformation technology and realized the fraudster's plot—Sarras the Enlightened, an arrogant guy, he still doesn't think there is anything wrong with the mechanical ascension of all members of the Necrontyr, not only In this way, he is still tirelessly seeking a further way-to completely transform himself into an existence composed of thinking and consciousness, not only abandoning the flesh and blood body, but also abandoning the mechanical body. He believes that only in this way can he be promoted to a god.

Fu Qinghai does not comment on whether this idea is right or not, because Sarras has not succeeded so far, and there are no successful cases or failure cases for reference.

After listening to Fu Qinghai's narration, the young man nodded thoughtfully, opened his arms towards Fu Qinghai, and said:

"I see. You kill me."

I heard it in the morning, can I die in the evening?

Is it so strong?

Fu Qinghai shook his head and laughed, and pulled out his plasma pistol.

The blue beam flashed, Kathy Wheeler's head disappeared instantly, and the gnawing Plaka parasite emerged from his body. In the thermal imaging view, Kathy's body was fully combined with seven parasites. Each parasite strengthened a part of his body.

However, in front of the plasma, they are all vain.

Fu Qinghai fired a few more shots, and the broken body was pierced with large holes by the plasma beam, and all seven parasites died in a short time.

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(End of this chapter)