Infinite Metaverse

Soaring into the sky, its power is boundless.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian rushed out of the rift in the tomb world and returned to the ground. The jetpack engine was fully powered, dragging a long wake and rushed to an altitude of several hundred meters in one breath. Fu Qinghai looked down at the .

It was a mind-numbing sight.

This exposed black stone surface has been covered by densely packed Orcs.

It was like a green pus that was constantly squirming on the ground.

Fu Qinghai looked into the distance, and saw a giant squirge beast crawling on the top of a hill not far away. On the back of the giant beast was a wooden saddle decorated with feathers and bones, and riding on it was a three-meter-high horse. Giant Ork.

It had strong muscles, protruding fangs, and crisscrossed scars all over its face and body. Its bloodthirsty red eyes stared closely at Fu Qinghai high in the sky.

Fu Qinghai raised his middle finger at it, turned around in the sky and flew away.

Fu Qinghai didn't know what the consequences would be when the Orcs on the planet discovered the tomb world of the Necron.

There are cases for reference.

In the original novel, an Ork orc group called the Deathskull clan launched a cross-system orc expedition called "Zote's Waaagh!" in an attempt to plunder the ancient treasures of a certain Necron tomb world. The orc army triggered After breaking the planet's rebirth agreement, tens of thousands of underworld structures surrounded the green-skinned invaders, but instead of being intimidated, the orcs were very happy.

The orcs smashed, looted and burned as they pleased. The Technician Boy and the Pain Boy used the ruins of the Necron creations they picked up to create a biochemically modified orc that was fused with living metal and green-skinned flesh and blood - the Cyber ​​Orc. They also pieced together batches of Mao Ge Kong and Go Ge Kong, as well as increasingly outrageous super weapons. They even hijacked the Tombstone Gate of the Necrons to transport waves of reinforcements.

Therefore, the blockade of the Orc technology tree means that they cannot pick up any rags.

Without scraps and fighting, the orcs would become technologically degraded and physically weak.

In the real-time strategy game "Warhammer 40K: Dawn of War" developed with Warhammer 40K as the background, there is a similar setting. The "tattered" resource units left after the battle have a high bonus for the orc camp.

Fu Qinghai once saw such an experiment record in Master Quinto's experiment log:

The Cult of Mechanicus captured a normal-sized orc boy who was more than two meters tall, kept him in solitary confinement, and fed him good food and drink every day, but refused to let him fight. As a result, after a while, the orc boy gradually became decadent. , became weak, and his body began to shrink, becoming short and thin.

Fu Qinghai was analyzing and recalling in his mind. The jetpack turned on the cruise mode and flew into the distance. He was holding the old man Hu Xian in his hand. The hunting wind in the sky blew the old man's beard around and he couldn't open his eyes.

Fu Qinghai didn't fly for long, and he felt that he was far enough away from the entrance to the rift in the tomb world, so he found a place to land slowly.

A place like a flat-topped mountain with lush trees and a broad view from the top.

The old man straightened his messy beard, smoothed his robe, and said to Fu Qinghai:

"It can be seen that you gained a lot in the last reincarnation world."

At this time, Fu Qinghai's weapon belt was hung with a dazzling array of weapons and equipment.

Some Space Marines have this look. Their weapon belts are filled with various firearms, just like those firepower fanatics who want to carry ten guns on their bodies. Whoever changes the magazine is the grandson. After shooting one gun, he immediately picks up another. One shot.

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet and said with a smile:

"I'm scared of being poor. I can't compare with the cool and unrestrained state of your two sleeves Qingfeng, uncle."

Old man Hu Xian laughed:

"Are you laughing at me for not gaining anything in the last reincarnation?"

Fu Qinghai also smiled and said:

"No one I laugh at would laugh at a Level 7 reincarnator."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai found a large rock covered with lichen and moss and sat down, while old man Hu Xian also sat cross-legged on the grass.

Fu Qinghai knows the mentality of old man Hu Xian. An old man in his fifties has experienced so much in the first half of his life. His desire to pursue powerful power is already very weak. He continues to reincarnate just to fulfill his obsession. In the world of reincarnation, It was normal for him to come empty-handed and leave empty-handed.

The old man picked his chin and asked:

"You arranged this plan to divert trouble to the east and pit two tigers against each other. Did you foresee the final outcome? Who will be the winner?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"Hard to say."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai told old man Hu Xian all his knowledge and opinions about the Orcs, and said:

"The issue to be considered is that the Orks on this planet are backward savage orcs. They are studying the rags of the Necron. I don't know how long it will take for them to come up with a technological breakthrough. It may take a long time."

"If it's a normal Necron dynasty, let alone the wild orcs on one planet, or the wild orcs in an entire galaxy, they will be wiped out for you to see, but you must also consider that this tomb world is nothing The Crown World of the Necronomicon Dynasty should be relatively marginal.”

There are roughly three types of Necron tomb worlds: Crown World: the former capital of the Necrontyr forces; Core World: second only to the Crown World in importance; and Fringe World: poor and distant colonies.

Fu Qinghai's meaning was very clear. Regardless of whether the Orks or Necrons on this planet were relatively weak in their respective systems, it was hard for Fu Qinghai to predict the final outcome.

"It takes time for the Orcs to think about and develop technology. If the tomb technician has enough troops and can wake them all up, in the short term, I think the Necrons will win, and I am more optimistic about the Necrons."

Fu Qinghai expressed his conclusion.

"So." Old Man Hu Xian asked seriously:

"Have you ever thought about how to get out of here?"

"Ah..." Upon hearing this question, Fu Qinghai inevitably showed a headache expression. He lay down on the rock and sighed helplessly:

"Honestly, I don't know."

Fu Qinghai also had a headache. He was back, but he was still trapped on this wild alien planet. What should he do?

Old man Hu Xian didn't take it seriously and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter. Just wait and see. There's always a way."

After hearing the words of the old man Hu Xian, Fu Qinghai did not take it as the old man comforting him casually. Instead, he turned over and sat up on the rock and asked seriously:

"What do you mean, uncle, is it a prophecy given to you by the Force?"

Old man Hu Xian smiled and shook his head:

"What are you thinking? Force prophecies only work in a universe full of Force. The scope of my Force in this universe depends on the scope that the rules can infect. So, don't be superstitious about the Force. , let alone become a slave of the Force."

This is a fact. In fact, whether it is the high-end Force choke or the down-to-earth Force catching fish, the prerequisite for its implementation is that the Force permeates the entire universe, including the enemy's neck and the fish in the lake.

Why can old man Hu Xian, who only carries the Force himself, be able to use the Force to communicate between heaven and earth in the Warhammer 40K universe without the Force?

Fu Qinghai felt that this sentence contained some underlying rule structure belonging to the world of reincarnation, so he quickly braced himself and asked:

"Then what determines the scope of the rules that can be invaded?"

Hu Xian's ravaged old face showed a mysterious smile, and he said in a pretentious manner:

"You have already experienced so many reincarnation worlds. Can't you guess what reincarnations deal with every day?"

Things that reincarnations deal with every day...

Fu Qinghai murmured to himself and suddenly reacted:

"Assimilation points!"

"That's right." Old man Hu Xian stroked his beard and nodded, saying:

"Have you ever thought about this question? Why are assimilation points called assimilation points? Why aren't they called data points, reincarnation points, or simply called credits like the Galactic Republic in Star Wars?"

"Because the assimilation points you pay are paying for the intrusion of the rules."

Paying for the intrusion of rules, assimilating the rules that did not originally belong to this universe into the rules of this universe.

"I see, that's it..." Fu Qinghai nodded slowly.

Force, chakra, aura of heaven and earth, magic elements, magic network, subspace... worldview rules belonging to different universes flashed through Fu Qinghai's mind one after another.

The scope of the rule's infestation depends on how many assimilation points the reincarnator paid for this rule.

Fu Qinghai looked at the simple brown robe worn by old man Hu Xian.

Come to think of it, old man Hu Xian must have paid a huge amount of assimilation points for his Force power in the Warhammer 40K universe.

Suddenly, he thought of something again, and Fu Qinghai asked:

"Uncle, why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?"

Old man Hu Xian smiled and said:

"If you don't ask, how do I know you don't understand?"

Fu Qinghai rolled his eyes.

"Besides..." Old Man Hu Xian continued:

"You know this, can it make you stronger, or can it help you get out of your current predicament?"

"well."

Fu Qinghai lay down helplessly: "No way."

In the woods, birds and insects chirped, and the sunlight was like strands of golden sand, passing through the layers of branches and leaves and falling on the grass.

The mottled shadows of the leaves reflected in Fu Qinghai's dark eyes.

…

At night, with the bright moon hanging high and glowing flying insects resembling fireflies flying in the dark jungle, Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian sat across from each other on the grass across a bonfire.

There was an unknown four-winged bird on the bonfire, and Fu Qinghai was about to show off his half-baked barbecue skills again.

While they were spinning the skewers leisurely, the two people suddenly stopped, pulled out their weapons with a clatter, stood up and looked in a dark direction.

"Click!" Fu Qinghai loaded the bolt of his bolt gun.

"Boom!" The green lightsaber lit up from the hand of old man Hu Xian.

A faint green light lit up, and a ghost worker floating in the air, dragging a long spiked iron tail, came out of the dense trees.

What are you here for? Are you here to die?

Fu Qinghai frowned slightly, confused.

The ghost of the underworld worker slowly rolled up his long tail and raised it in front of him. There was a green bead coiled in the middle of the iron tail, which was a holographic emerald.

A holographic projection bloomed from the green bead, which was the bust of the tomb technician. His expressionless metal skull face swept across the two people present and said:

"Human, I'm here to negotiate a deal with you."

"What deal?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician slowly said:

"I have repelled the attack of that group of orcs, but I know they will come back again. Their war boss is not dead. Game 2, Game 3, Game 4 'Waaagh' will launch soon. I need time. Completely purify my tomb world and completely repair the rift. I don’t want to face the continuous harassment of orcs. If you help me find their war boss and kill it, I will give you a reward.”

oh?

Hearing this, Fu Qinghai asked with some anticipation:

"What reward?"

"I acknowledge your right to possess the results of my research, which is the pistol."

What?

When Fu Qinghai heard this, a question mark suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he spread his hands in disbelief and said:

"...You use what I have already obtained to trade with me, and you still call this a 'reward'?"

A trace of human anger suddenly appeared on the cold metal skull face of the tomb technician, and he said angrily:

"Then what do you want! You ran into my tomb world to steal things. It was a shameful act. Now that the master is willing to admit your possession of the stolen goods, it is already a great mercy. Don't push yourself too far!"

What is stealing?

The undead overlord of the Nihilak dynasty and the famous figure king, Trazin the Endless, once said:

"Taking things from dead people, is that called stealing? That's called archeology."

Kong Yiji, a famous ancient Chinese character research expert in the ancient Terra 1.8K era, also said:

"How can a scholar's affairs be called stealing?"

Aren't you Necrons just a bunch of dead people to humans? It's true that I, Fu Qinghai, am also a person who has read books.

Fu Qinghai felt that there must be some kind of problem with the Necron's brain during the long period of dormancy. He raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the body of the ghost worker, and said:

"You can pull me down. Goodbye."

Fu Qinghai put his finger on the trigger and thought: Another remains of the ghost of a ghost worker.

"Wait a moment!"

The tomb technician shouted. He was silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Say your terms, human."

Fu Qinghai put down his gun, thinking that if there was something wrong with his brain, he still had to negotiate the conditions. After all, his best hope of leaving here might lie with the Necron.

Fu Qinghai said:

"I want to leave here, you give me a Night Scythe."

Fu Qinghai had seen a crescent-shaped aircraft on the abstract murals in the valley ruins. It was a very classic Necron aircraft style, either the Scythe of Doom or the Scythe of Night.

The tomb technician said:

"You want to leave on the Scythe of Night? With all due respect, humans, your flesh and blood bodies cannot withstand the speed of the non-inertia engine. Your bodies will be torn apart when the inertia is neutralized."

Generally speaking, only the Necron can control the Necron aircraft, because from the beginning of the design of the Necron aircraft, no consideration was given to the feelings of living creatures inside, such as oxygen supply and pressure compensation. .

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"I'm not going to ride the Scythe of Night. I want you to send Scythe of Night to open a wormhole in the human empire, and then I will go through the wormhole."

"Do you also know that the Scythe of Night can capture wormholes?"

The tomb technician's surprise was beyond words.

The Night Scythe is the most commonly used transport aircraft for the Necrons. Unlike the Stormbird landing craft of the Human Empire or the vampire raiders of the Eldar, the Night Scythe only has a pilot and no transport cabin.

It carries a captured small wormhole, opens the wormhole where needed, and then directly deploys the ready undead troops in the tomb world wherever needed through the small wormhole. Even if the Night Scythe is shot down, It will not affect the safety of the transported troops.

A more advanced mode of transportation than cabin loading.

Fu Qinghai nodded. This was the most feasible plan that he considered after careful consideration.

Unexpectedly, the tomb technician refused directly:

"The last Scythe of Night left here nine hundred years ago. Unfortunately, I don't have what you want."

left? Fu Qinghai frowned, not satisfied with this answer.

The tomb technician added:

"Think about it, if I really have the Scythe of Night, do I still need to rely on you to kill the Orc war boss?"

This is true, the Night Scythe transport plane is a variant of the Doomsday Scythe interceptor. It is also equipped with Tesla Destroyer and Nerve Rip Drive. It is ridiculously fast and has good combat effectiveness. A Night Scythe sweeps away the entire wilderness. Alien stars are enough.

The tomb technicians are so poor that they rely on the Immortal to support their appearance, and they probably don't have the Scythe of Night.

Seeing Fu Qinghai's impatient expression, the tomb technician quickly said:

"If you want to leave here, there are other ways."

"any solution?"

"Deep in my tomb world, there is a tombstone door."

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After we retired from the wine party, we were tired and sleepy, so we were forced to write.