Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 50 The Sound of Silence
Fu Qihai left the medical room, and Guert, who was guarding the door, came over, handed Fu Qihai a tablet, and said:

"Qingshan, this is the final post-war summary report, you may not have read it yet."

"Okay." Fu Qihai took it and flipped through it.

Yo... Only after reading the post-war summary report did Fu Qihai realize that the Word Bearer wearing the Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Armor he killed was actually the commander of the transport fleet, Darren Clofa.

But this feat has to be delayed a little bit, because the first place is to kill a hell beast.

Seeing this, Fu Qihai couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. The hell beast and the ancient warrior Hiller had already fought a battle, and then he and the Howling Banshee used tricks to kill them together. Among them, the spirit girl Salamander Uslan absolutely The credit is indispensable, but the alien cannot be mentioned in the report, so it became the hell beast killed by the sacrificed ancient warriors Hiller and Fu Qihai.

Guert said: "Qingshan, you killed a company commander of the Word Bearers, but unfortunately, that guy probably has no bones left in the orbital bombing, otherwise his weapon can be used as your battle souvenir."

Fu Qihai shook his head, he was not very interested in such so-called "battle souvenirs" that were only for showing off but had no practical effect.

Besides, what are the enemy's weapons? He also knows a person who likes to cut off the enemy's body parts as souvenirs.

After bidding farewell to Guert, Fu Qihai returned to his personal rest cabin for a little refreshment.

Put the real trophy, the Valyrian steel sword, into your weapon chest.

Fu Qihai looked at this simple black long sword. Judging from the size of the blade and hilt, it should be a long-handled sword, also known as a "big sword", whose size and weight are between that of a two-handed giant sword. And between the one-handed rapier.

Of course, this is relative to ordinary humans. For Astartes, a broken heart is equivalent to a fighting dagger in his hand.

Fu Qihai closed the weapon box, took off the huge power armor, put on a simple and loose gray casual robe, and went to the restaurant on the cruiser.

Fu Qihai walked into the empty restaurant, picked up some food at random, and was about to find a place to sit down when he heard someone shouting from the side:
"Hey, Warrior of the White Scars, this way!"

Fu Qihai, who was carrying the food, turned his head and saw three Ultramarines sitting at the dining table eating.

One of them was waving to him, a young warrior with golden curly hair.

"Here, sit here."

Fu Qihai walked over, and the golden curly hair beckoned him to sit down.

This young guy with blue eyes and blond curly hair wearing power armor showed a warm smile and said:
"Hello, warrior with white scars, let me introduce myself, my name is Papastathopoulos, you can call me Papa."

Fu Qihai looked at the familiar golden curly hair, nodded, and said:
"Qingshan, my name."

"Welcome to the Sosaland, Qingshan, let me introduce you, the person opposite you is called Dunlop."

Papa with golden curly hair pointed to a pale, short-haired middle-aged soldier sitting opposite Fu Chenghai.

The soldier had a resolute and serious face, and was silently eating food meticulously. Hearing this, he raised his head, nodded to Fu Qihai, then lowered his head and continued eating.

Then, Papastathopoulos pointed to the brown-haired warrior sitting opposite him, and said:
"This is Abner Willard, both of them are my squadmates."

Abner Willard saw that Fu Qinghai seemed a little uncomfortable with Papa's familiarity, so he smiled and explained:
"Don't mind, warrior of the White Scars, Papa was a recruit who was promoted only the year before last. He has no experience of fighting with the Fifth Legion in the past, so he is more curious about you."

Fu Qihai said that he didn't mind, but he didn't expect Papa's next sentence to surprise him:
"Do you remember me, we agreed."

Fu Qihai was startled, and asked, "Have we met?"

Papa nodded affirmatively and said:

"On the surface of Planet Loswell 7, do you remember, that trick..."

As he said that, Papa raised his hand on the dining table and gestured.

"You do this... that... twice, and you ended up with the Word Bearer."

"Oh..." Fu Qihai was stunned.

I remembered that it was the Ultramarine he met when he followed Guert's Stinger team into the Word Bearers' trenches. At that time, the other party was wearing a helmet, and the voice filtered through the loudspeaker was also a little bit shriller than the young one now. The voice is different.

Willard, who finally understood at the side, smiled, and said:
"You have to be careful, Qingshan, this guy is obsessed with fighting, he will definitely haunt you all day long."

Sure enough, after the meal, Papa invited Fu Qihai to go to the training cage to discuss.

Fu Qihai did not refuse anyone who came, and he had nothing to do anyway.

What's more, Wo Kuotai had expected this to happen a long time ago, but Papa's purpose is relatively simple, that is, he simply wants to learn martial arts.

According to Wo Kuotai's past experiences and assumptions, the White Scars will definitely be provoked and dismounted when they arrive at the territory of other legions. Therefore, a person with the strongest melee weapons was selected to go there, just to avoid losing the White Scars. Face.

Just about to get up and go to the training cage, the taciturn Dunlop suddenly said:

"Qingshan...you are that Qingshan!"

Fu Qihai was taken aback when he heard the words, which Qingshan?It means that there is a second green mountain on this ship?

The two companions also looked over suspiciously.

"You are the Qingshan who killed the Hellbeast and the Commander of the Word Bearers in the post-war summary report of the landing battle."

Dunlop said.

"Oh, I remembered too... My God, you look so young." Willard also reacted, and looked at Fu Chenghai again with a look of surprise on his face.

After reading the post-war report, they imagined that "Green Mountain" should be a century-old veteran with a face full of vicissitudes and battles. They didn't think about the young soldier like Papa in front of them for a while.

"Used some tricks, luck, luck..."

Fu Qihai still needs to be humble here, he really doesn't have the ability to confront the Dreadnought head-on, he is afraid that these extreme fighters will find him a Dreadnought to fight against, so there is no need for it.

The middle-aged soldier Dunlop with a white short-cut head patted Papa's shoulder and said:

"I won't go to watch the battle, the ending is already doomed."

Papa with golden curly hair was unconvinced.

……

"Oh!"

Papa was thrown to the ground for the third time.

"Qingshan, you are cheating, it's not fair!"

Papa, who was sitting on the ground, shouted.

At this moment, his golden curly hair was already wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands.

Fu Qihai flicked a knife flower casually, inserted the training weapon back to its original position, and said casually:

"Otherwise, how do you think I killed the hell beast? Is it a fair duel?"

Just now he put on a sword fighting posture, using the pace and distance of sword fighting, but after parrying Papa's sword, he hit Papa's chin with an iron mountain leaning shoulder .

These tricks were used badly on Albslang.

Defeating Papastathopoulos did not give Fu Qihai any sense of psychological satisfaction, nor did it bring improvement to his martial arts. It felt like teaching a child a lesson.

Fu Qihai said: "Let's go here first today, I'm going back."

Saying goodbye to Papa, Fu Qihai returned to the rest cabin and changed his clothes, changing the tight training clothes into looser casual clothes.

Then Fu Qihai walked out of the rest cabin. It may have been the rest time of the battleship's work and rest time, and few crew members could be seen in the passage.

Fu Qihai wandered around in the battleship casually, but this time he was not accompanied by Flajos's attendant, and the attendant was very busy now.

Fu Qihai walked outside a hall that looked like an auditorium, and found that the inside was messy, with various musical instruments and oil painting shelves and other things placed there. A group of men and women in different dresses were inside, talking in low voices, or talking loudly.

It doesn't look like a soldier at all.

Guert, who happened to be in armor, walked towards him. He saw Fu Qihai looking inside, so he explained in a low voice:

"Those people are the recorders. You should know that there are probably some in your White Scars expedition fleet."

"Oh."

Fu Qihai understood.

Although there were no recorders on the short sword frigate, it did not prevent him from knowing this group of people.

In the middle of the Great Crusade, at the proposal of Prime Minister Malcador, the Emperor sent Terra and artists from various major regions to join the ranks of the Great Crusade, using various methods to describe and sing the achievements of the empire's expedition.

In short, it is to engage in political propaganda, to promote the legitimacy and justice of the empire's recovery of the lost colonies of mankind, and to preach the truth of the empire, it is a standing non-military unit in each expeditionary fleet.

A narrator is somewhat like a reporter, but not quite a reporter.

Although they work as reporters, the narrators may be photographers, documentary directors, writers, poets, etc. by profession.

When these people first came to the expedition team, they seemed out of tune with professional soldiers. They were full of curiosity about everything, free and undisciplined, disobedient to discipline, and didn't understand what orders and prohibitions meant.

Leman Russ, the Primarch of the Space Wolves, even offered to give these people weapons to use as cannon fodder on the front lines.

"These guys have stopped a lot recently." Looking at the scene of low air pressure inside, Guert explained:

"The rebellion of the Warmaster Horus caused the entire empire to become a mess. These people's ideas have been impacted, and they are still in a state of fear all day long. They are no longer as leisurely and elegant as they were at the beginning, but it has made it easier for us to manage. "

Fu Qihai nodded, expressing his understanding.

During the Great Crusade, the entire galaxy, wherever the Terra Astrotorch can shine, whether it is alien forces, or the old human colonies that are unwilling to submit, are basically no opponents of the Astartes Legion, except for the Orcs. The battle of Ulano, but the narrators hadn't joined the expedition fleet when they fought that battle. By the time they came to the expedition fleet, the human empire had already been considered invincible throughout the galaxy.

It is a very honorable job to go out with the expeditionary fleet. Being able to become a narrator has something to do with it within the empire. Many narrators belong to well-known wealthy families in Terra.

As a result, after the Horus Rebellion, these people could not return to Terra, returned to their respective families, and had to follow the fleet to participate in the counter-rebellion. They used to only need to hide behind and recite poems to fight against, but now they have to go straight to the front line. It is inevitable that they are a little panicked. Feeling all day long.

"They usually like to gather in this auditorium. Before the rebellion, this was the area specially designated by the commander for them to drink, brag, chat and fart. These guys can't live without socializing for a day."

"For some reason, the post-war report on Planet Loswell 7 has also spread among the circle of narrators. They know that the Ultramarines have lost a lot, and now they are even more worried. Alas, as long as they don't cause trouble, I I don't want to waste time here, just ignore them, Qingshan."

As a simple and self-disciplined Astartes monk, Guert naturally didn't have a good look at these people who were engaged in literature and art. He complained to Fu Qihai for a while, then patted Fu Qihai on the shoulder, and then went to work on other things It's over.

Fu Qihai was not so resistant to the narrators. It is understandable to have some fun in his spare time. After all, what is the saying?

Power is only temporary, but laughter is eternal.

Fu Qihai is studying and training so hard now, on the one hand, to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, and on the other hand, to live better in the world of reincarnation.

He is still an earthling in his bones, if he is not forced by the pressure of survival, he would not be willing to fight every day in the training cage with scars and corpses in the sea of ​​blood.

Fu Qihai, who was standing at the entrance of the auditorium, hesitated for a while.

Thinking, hey, I am idle anyway, and it happens that I am very bored now, why not go in for a stroll?
The right is the psychological adjustment after the war.

Fu Qihai stepped into the auditorium.

The moment he walked into the auditorium, several pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

Other crew members on the battleship often come here for recreation, but almost no Astartes come in, and the space warriors can be said to avoid this place.

As soon as Fu Qihai entered, a man in a black tuxedo came to Fu Qihai with a tray, respectfully handed over the wine on the tray, and said:
"Welcome, Lord Astarte, your arrival makes the Hall of Inspiration flourish."

Fu Qihai casually took a glass of wine from the tray, held the exquisite goblet in his hand, and asked curiously:
"You call this the Hall of Inspiration? Are you the waiter here?"

The dark-haired ponytail man in a tuxedo immediately explained:

"Oh no no no, you misunderstood, my lord, there are no waiters here, everyone is self-help, my name is Hall Kemp, you can call me Hall, I am a composer."

Fu Qihai took a sip of the wine in the glass, smacked his mouth, and said:

"This wine is really not very good."

I feel that it is not as good as the ordinary sparkling wine on the earth in the previous life. I don't know if the taste of human beings has changed in the future or what.

Hall Kemp laughed, and said: "I agree with your conclusion that these wines are only suitable to appear in the sewers of the hive capital. But there is no way, the supply line of the Susaland and the rear has been cut off long ago, these wines are The last bit is in stock, if it wasn't for your arrival, I wouldn't even be willing to take it out to entertain."

Then, the black-haired ponytail man said:
"To answer your question just now, we call this hall of inspiration because it has brought us endless sources of inspiration. Here we speak loudly, argue and debate here, and sing poetry here. There was a burst of creative passion... well, at least until the rebellion happened."

Having said that, Hall sighed.

Fu Qihai looked around, and found that most of the narrators were anxious and worried. The super hearing ability bestowed by the Astartes allowed him to hear that what they were discussing was not all kinds of art, but guesses about the situation of the frontline war. and confusion about the unknown future.

Of course, there are also many people who make fun of bitterness, blame themselves, laugh at themselves, drink away their sorrows, or give up on themselves. People who are engaged in art are often more sensitive and fragile.

"Hmm..." Fu Qihai was noncommittal, he came to pass the boring time, but it was obvious that most of the narrators looked a little sad.

Fu Qihai lowered his head and touched the glass with Hall, and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

Seeing that this Astarte seems to be more talkative, Hall asked boldly:
"My lord, people here are very curious about you... Uh, no offense, I mean, very few Astartes are willing to come to the Hall of Inspiration, you are one of the few, I really want to know, you What is the purpose of coming here?"

Fu Qihai put the empty wine glass back on the tray and said:
"I'm just here to have some fun. By the way, is that piano available?"

Uh, looking for... some... fun... child?

Hall Kemp was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he heard these words from an Astartes monk, and he replied subconsciously:
"Okay, when... Of course you can..."

When he came back to his senses, he found that Fu Qihai had already walked towards the black grand piano placed in the center of the hall.

Fu Qihai walked through the crowd gathered in twos and threes. These men and women in different dresses saw a tall Astartes approaching, stared at him curiously, and gave way one after another.

The Astartes stood out from the crowd.

Fu Qihai walked slowly to the piano, opened the stool and sat down.

Put your hands in front of the black and white keys, brewing for a while, recalling the songs you practiced in the early years in your mind.

"Hey..." Hall Kemp raised half of his hand and stopped in the air. He just wanted to remind the space warrior that the black grand piano was a replica of an ancient musical instrument from Terra, and it was very precious. Don't break the antiques.

But as a composer, he knew that he could play this instrument when he saw Fu Qihai's gesture of raising his hands, so he immediately shut up.

Attracted by Fu Qihai's actions, many people in the auditorium focused their eyes. They saw this giant-like Astartes sitting in front of the piano, and couldn't help whispering. Their curious eyes kept looking at him, guessing what he was doing. What do you want to do.

Fu Qihai closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, then opened his eyes, and pressed lightly with his fingertips.

Accompanied by the low and melodious piano sound, Fu Qihai sang softly:
"Hello darkness my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again..."

The deep and magnetic voice echoed in the auditorium, and the originally noisy auditorium fell silent in an instant.

"Wow..." some people lowered their voices and whispered.

"What did I see, I saw an Astartes singing f---," a woman whispered in surprise.

"He can play the piano... God, I thought they were all violent machines whose minds were only killing." another woman said, covering her mouth.

"Shh... be quiet!"

Fu Qihai ignored those whispers, and continued playing and singing with loose shoulders:

"Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound...

of silence! "

Fu Qihai took control, and adjusted the BPM of the original song of "The Sound of Silence" a lot, and played and sang softly at a slower speed.

Like many children, Fu Qihai was forced by his parents to practice the piano when he was a child, but the reason why he persisted occasionally was not for the grade test, but to be able to play some songs he particularly liked, such as this song "The Sound of Silence" ".

I simply feel that the lyrics at this moment are a bit appropriate for the occasion, and I don't know whether it is in line with my mood or the atmosphere in the auditorium.

Perhaps it is an unknown road leading to Mars with a uncertain future.

"'Fools' said I, 'You don't know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.’”

As Fu Qihai continued to play and sing, the inspiration hall became audible, only his piano sound echoed.

The narrators also transformed from their initial surprise at Astartes singing to appreciation for this song.

"Ah... this..."

Composer Holkamp's scalp was numb and he was trembling with excitement.

The words and music of this song made him feel like a heavenly sound.

"And whisper'd in the sounds...

of silence.”

After the last line of lyrics was sung, Fu Qihai also pressed the last key with both hands.

The entire auditorium was silent for a while, and then burst into applause and cheers.

"Awesome, perfect!"

"Impeccable playing!"

"Your Majesty, isn't it rumored that the Astartes will be brainwashed when they undergo transformation? How can he still understand music?" A man asked puzzled.

"I've been on the Sosaran for two years, why haven't I seen this Astartes before?"

"I've heard of him. He is a soldier from the White Scars Legion. It is said that it is an interstellar warrior legion from a wild planet."

"Wow, then he speaks low Goth really well," a woman whispered, covering her mouth.

"This soldier looks so young. Could it be that the memory before the transformation has not been completely forgotten... Well, I can write another love story just from this beginning." theater.

In fact, Fu Qihai's performance was not so perfect, and he even played a few wrong notes, but the fact that the emperor's superman soldiers could also play the piano had a great impact on the narrators. I don't know much about it, so there are a lot of exaggerated compliments.

A woman wearing a black halter-neck halter-backed evening dress, with a complicated and gorgeous bun, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, holding a goblet, and exquisite makeup, took a sip of wine and said in a low voice:

"He looks pretty handsome, it's a pity..."

"What a pity?" A companion next to him joked with a smile.

"Of course you know what a pity, Claire, it is said that the Astartes don't have that kind of desire."

"Haha, even if you have that desire, are you sure you can bear it?"

Fu Qihai got up from the stool, and Holkamp, ​​who was not far away, hurried over and said eagerly:

"Awesome performance, an astonishing song, may I know its name, my lord?"

"Sound of Silence, the name of the song."

"The Sound of Silence..." Holkamp smacked the name with a satisfied face, and then he asked again immediately:

"Is this a song you wrote?"

"No, no, it's an old song from my hometown."

From the Earth tens of thousands of years ago, now Terra.

"It's great, this song, I...I can't find words to describe it for a while." Holkamp was a little excited and incoherent.

The position of "The Sound of Silence" in the history of music is indeed difficult to define. If it is a folk song, it is deeper than a folk song; if it is a rock, it is more melodious than rock and roll, and the lyrics have a bit of psychedelic flavor. It is no wonder that the composer Holkamp couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe it.

Many people enthusiastically gathered around, intending to chat with Fu Chenghai, and some wanted to interview Fu Chenghai, but Fu Chenghai didn't want to deal with these, waved his hands, and walked towards the gate of the auditorium avoiding the crowd.

Holkamp stood where he was, still unwilling, and thought for a while that he had given the soldier a drink as soon as he came up, which could be considered a little friendship, so he hurriedly chased after him.

Hall chased after Fu Qihai, and asked in a low voice:

"My lord, don't you know your name yet?"

"Qingshan, my name is Qingshan." Fu Qihai said as he walked by the sea.

Listening to the name is different from the style of the Ultramarines, Hall thought to himself.

Hall added:

"For the liberty of asking, can I get the sheet music for this song? Sorry, I just love it so much."

Fu Qihai stopped and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Then continue to walk out.

Hall hurriedly asked:
"Then where should I get this sheet music?"

Fu Qi posted his cabin number, and then walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

And in the crowd behind Fu Qihai, a woman with black curly hair was looking at his back meaningfully.

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　Sorry, fellow readers, the [-] words in this chapter count as two chapters in one, making up the two chapters on Saturday and Sunday.

Another: As mentioned earlier, the Low Gothic language commonly used in the human empire is almost equivalent to English.

　
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