Infinite Metaverse

When the red-haired warrior said they were dueling at the dinner table, he was not trying to smooth things over, he was really going to duel.

In the first round, it’s about who eats the most.

Fu Qinghai blinked his eyes, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and tried hard to swallow the gelatinous meat lumps accumulated in his throat. He could clearly feel that these gelatinous meat lumps came to life, and small and sharp appendages grew out of them. , tickling Fu Qinghai's esophagus, and he clearly felt that there were maggot-like objects moving around, making him feel numb and itchy.

The medium-rare ant beef steak came alive as expected.

Fu Qinghai couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up the wine glass and poured a large gulp of mead into it. The neurotoxin temporarily suspended the activation of ant beef. He raised a hand and surrendered:

"Can't eat anymore."

"Shh..."

There were boos all around, and a group of burly little giants gathered on both sides of Fu Qinghai and the red-haired warrior to watch this Fenrisian-style duel.

The red-haired warrior's face turned red. He clenched a fist with one hand and beat his chest hard. It took him a long time to finally swallow the food. He took a few breaths and pointed at Fu Qinghai with a big belly. smiled and said:

"Come on, next round!"

In the second round, it’s about who drinks more.

"Boom!"

Fu Qinghai slammed the empty wine glass on the table, his head swaying, and he tried hard to raise his eyes and look at the red-haired warrior across the dining table.

He was also feeling uncomfortable. The big and small braids on his temples and chin were all spread out. He was shaking his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up, like a drunk red-haired poodle.

Haha, he is dying.

Fu Qinghai raised his finger tremblingly, pointed at the red-haired warrior across the table, grinned, and wanted to say something sarcastic, but his tongue was so swollen that he couldn't straighten it out, so he only let out a silly smile of "Uh-huh-huh." .

Fu Qinghai's head was groggy, and he thought to himself that if he did a urine test, there might not be a drop of urine in his bladder. If he took a blood test, the blood flowing in his veins might be highly toxic honey wine.

The Space Wolves watching on both sides held their breaths and watched the two of them carefully to see who would collapse first.

Fu Qinghai's fingers on the table trembled slightly.

"Snapped!"

Another glass of foamy mead was pushed in front of him.

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his wine glass and signaled to the red-haired warrior:

"Sell with you...sell with you, sell with you...for eternity..."

Fu Qinghai was tongue-tied, his eyes were drunk, and he was mumbling to himself. Before he finished reciting the stuttering poem, the red-haired warrior directly raised his wine glass:

"Dry!"

The two of them almost raised their necks together and took a swig of mead.

The Space Wolves on both sides all gathered around and stared at the wine glasses of Fu Qinghai and the red-haired warrior with wide eyes. The liquid level in them was rapidly dropping.

A trace of foam and golden wine spilled from the corner of Fu Qinghai's mouth, staining his collar.

"Boom!"

Fu Qinghai, who finished the drink first, put down the empty glass again.

“Hiccup~~~”

Then there was a soul-shaking wine burp.

Fu Qinghai felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a ton of weight, as if they were crushing a poison-blade tank. He struggled to hold up his eyelids and looked across the dining table.

The scene in his field of vision was full of figures, swaying left and right. He could clearly see the scraps of meat on the gray curly beard of the middle-aged soldier, and he could see the raised scars on the face of the soldier with a mohawk, but his sight was still unable to focus. The whole The world was shaking, and the battleship seemed to be floating among the raging waves and waves of the abyss, and the scenery in front of him shook out overlapping afterimages.

"Plop!"

Fu Qinghai fell down from his seat.

He only felt a "thud" in his ear, one cheek came into close contact with the cold floor, and the picture in his eyes changed to a thick table leg.

"Boom!"

At this time, the red-haired warrior on the opposite side was about to finish the wine in the cup and put the cup down.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "pop", and the red-haired warrior fell forward in a daze, and his head hit the table hard, causing the dinner plates on the table to shake. His hair covered his face.

In the end, Fu Qinghai only remembered that he was dragged away on his arms by a group of space wolves.

According to other people's subsequent recollections, Fu Qinghai was particularly dissatisfied at the time.

When three or four Space Wolves held his arms and dragged him out of the banquet hall, his limbs were still kicking and struggling, shouting things like "Put me down", "I can still drink", "He cheated", "I didn't lose", "I want to challenge him"... and other incoherent words.

…

In the third round, it’s about who can fight better.

Finally, the two of them rested in their own cabins for a whole night to recharge their batteries and restore their condition before the most important round of competition.

In the first two rounds, Fu Qinghai was defeated.

Fu Qinghai complained about this result, but he had no choice. Both the athletes and the referee belonged to the other side. What could he do?

Fu Qinghai was repairing in his personal cabin, sitting cross-legged on the ground, adjusting his breath and meditating, adjusting his body to the best condition, and preparing to give Ruth's wolf cubs some hard time.

Meditation is a necessary ritual for white scars. Not every khan can compose poetry, but every khan can meditate. Since completing the awakening of the force through old man Hu Xian, meditation has become Fu Qinghai’s special skill and practice. means, not just Chogris traditional rituals.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

There was a knock on the cabin door.

Fu Qinghai suddenly opened his eyes, breathing in and out, his eyes sparkling like lightning.

He stood up and opened the hatch. Standing outside the door was a mortal servant and three strong machine servants.

The mortal servant pointed to the heavy armor plate held by the machine servant and said to Fu Qinghai:

"Sir, the Iron Priest has built the ceramic-steel-plastic-steel composite armor shell according to your requirements. Please accept it."

Fu Qinghai took the composite armor plate handed over by the servitor and said:

"Give my thanks to Nagreef Blackmane."

Iron Priests are the technical sergeants of the Space Wolves. Legions such as the Space Wolves and the White Scars that pay more attention to traditional culture will give their units and military ranks some unique names. For example, the technical sergeants of the White Scars are also called " Iron Khan".

The Blue Shell power armor looks tattered, but in fact it is all due to damage to the shell. The shell armor is inherently a consumable, and the precision machinery and complex circuits inside are all made of living metal. As long as the power backpack is not completely damaged and shut down, it can For automatic repair, Fu Qinghai only needs to fit the shell on.

Fu Qinghai put a lot of stacked composite armor plates into his temporary weapons room, turned around and said:

"Come on, take me to the training cage."

"No."

A familiar voice came from outside the cabin door.

The red-haired warrior, wearing a full set of power armor, walked over and said:

"Bring your own weapons, Qingshan, we don't need to train weapons, we will come with real swords and guns."

Fu Qinghai was stunned:

"you sure?"

The red-haired warrior smiled proudly:

"I'm pretty sure that this is the tradition of the Space Wolves. Don't worry, I will act in a measured way."

Fu Qinghai picked up his Qingzhiya Chain Sword and thought:

That's not what I want you to be sure of.

…

"Pssssssssssss...clang!"

Two chainswords struck together.

Sparks flew everywhere, the noise was harsh, the saw teeth interlocked with the saw teeth, and the hook-shaped sharp teeth were tightly hooked together, making it impossible to move for a while.

The two men's muscles were tense and their eyes were wide with anger, both exerting force to press down.

"Crack", a tiny crack appeared on the chain sword in the red-haired warrior's hand.

Fu Qinghai decided to speed up the process. He slid his thumb and activated the high-frequency vibration mode.

The blade of Qingzhiya shook invisibly, "Crack!" The chain sword in the red-haired warrior's hand was completely broken into two pieces.

Before he could react from his shock, the tip of Fu Qinghai's sword was already at his throat.

"You...your sword..."

The red-haired warrior looked shocked.

"You asked me to get my own weapon."

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

The implication: you asked for it.

After saying that, he put away the chain saw sword in his hand, turned off the saw blade and vibration mode, and said:

"This game doesn't count. Let's switch to training weapons and let's fight openly."

The red-haired warrior took a deep look at Fu Qinghai and said:

"In my impression, your shoulder armor is painted with gears surrounding the skull, which is the symbol of Mars... You also serve as a technical sergeant, right, Captain Aoyama?"

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Yes."

"Something."

The red-haired warrior smiled:

"Then change to training weapons."

…

Among the eighteen Space Marine legions, the Space Wolves are undoubtedly very good at close combat, and even rely a little too much on melee combat. They have titles such as "The Emperor's Executioners" and "The Punishment Legion".

As the most famous legion among the "Clover" legion, it not only destroyed the Thousand Sons Legion and Prospero, but some even suspected that the two unknown legions that disappeared were also related to the Space Wolves.

(Clover Legion: The creation process of most Space Marine Legions in an army is public. For example, the predecessor of the White Scars was called "Star Hunters" and the predecessor of the Iron Hands was called "Storm Walkers", but there were three legions. The process was deliberately concealed by the Emperor, and the origin of the legions is unknown. They are Alpha, Space Wolves, and Salamanders. It is said that their three positions are: spies, military police, and black technology.)

The Space Wolves' gene-seed, while flawed, also gave them greater animalistic abilities, including super-sensitive hearing and smell, and unparalleled ferocity in combat.

The red-haired warrior and Fu Qinghai each held a long sword, pacing slowly around each other in the training cage.

"You know what, Qingshan."

The red-haired warrior suddenly spoke.

"Some legions are designed for management, such as the Ultramarines, some legions are designed for construction, such as the Imperial Fists, and some legions are designed for research and development, such as the Iron Hands and Salamanders...and Only we, the Space Wolves, are designed to kill, pure killing."

The red-haired warrior's eyes were fixed on Fu Qinghai's, his steps were slow and steady, and he introduced each word in his mouth, his tone full of pride.

Fu Qinghai felt like he was locked tightly by a pair of hungry and bloodthirsty wolf eyes, but he didn't panic at all. He casually held a sword flower in his hand, and his steps suddenly changed, becoming chaotic and intricate, and he stabbed with the tip of the sword. , killing directly towards the red-haired warrior.

"Ding!"

The two swords clashed, and their shoulders pressed tightly against each other.

The red-haired warrior and Fu Qinghai were almost face to face. He glared at Fu Qinghai and roared:

"So, White Scars, tell me what you were designed to do!"

Fu Qinghai hit the red-haired warrior with a vicious headbutt, but the cunning old wolf leaned back to avoid it.

"嚓——"

Sparks flew down, and the two separated.

Fu Qinghai said:

"You'll find out soon enough."

After saying that, he pounced again.

…

The Space Wolves are worthy of being called space Vikings. They fight without their lives and are berserkers, but they are different from the stubborn World Eaters. Underneath their savage appearance is a cunning plan.

But who is Fu Qinghai (tactical retreat).

First of all, before his debut, he was an invincible fighting expert who defeated all the frigates of the Gladius. Putting aside the battles between the reincarnations, his first kill after his debut was to single-kill an enchanted warrior of the Word Bearers. The company commander, and a Chaos Dreadnought Hellbeast.

Although I used a little trick, a little bit.

Secondly, on the cruiser Sossalan, Fu Qinghai accepted the challenges of the trio of Ultramarines in turns, and he did not fall behind at all.

In the end, Fu Qinghai was still the close disciple of old man Hu Xian, including Street Fighter, Tekken, VR Warrior... In the arcade fighting universe, the fighting techniques of various schools are available to everyone.

There was only one reason why Wo Kuotai sent Fu Qinghai to the Sossalan - Fu Qinghai was good at close combat.

It is quite normal for two legions to meet and exchange martial arts skills. However, as Wo Kuotai expected, Fu Qinghai was provoked by the Ultramarines to fight, which did not happen. Everyone was competing and learning from each other normally.

The Ultramarines are polite and well-educated, but when it comes to the rough and unruly Space Wolves, the expected provocation does happen.

There is no point in the war of words. The petty grudge between the two legions will eventually turn into a duel.

Fu Qinghai defeated the red-haired warrior for the third time, using two weapons, the last time with his bare hands.

Fu Qinghai ignored the red-haired warrior lying on the floor and gasped, and turned to look outside the training cage:

"Next."

Next! ?

The Space Wolves watching outside the training cage became furious when they heard this.

Like a group of runaway huskies, scrambling to squeeze into the training cage.

The second one was thrown away by Fu Qinghai.

The third one was knocked down by Fu Qinghai.

The fourth one was kicked over by Fu Qinghai.

The more Fu Qinghai fought, the more he felt. The battle experience of previous reincarnations had left some traces in his body. He felt that his fighting skills were becoming more refined and his fighting consciousness became more proficient.

"Close hand!"

Facing the seventh Space Wolf space warrior who walked in, Fu Qinghai decisively clasped his fists and called a halt.

After saying that, he ignored the other party's expression and turned around and walked out of the training cage.

"I'm tired. I'll continue playing tomorrow."

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The first meeting between the Emperor and Leman Russ was more about eating and drinking. The Emperor lost to Russ and only won the duel.