Infinite Metaverse

Ron followed the woman deeper into the corridor.

"Why do you keep holding on to this doll?"

The woman turned her head and asked curiously.

"Well, this is what my mother left me before she died."

Ron said nonsense.

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

What a filial son.

"Okay. Come with me."

The woman opened an ornately carved copper door, and the two of them walked in. Inside was a lounge-like room with a large sofa and a small coffee table. The walls were wrapped in soundproof velvet, and the floor-to-ceiling lights were dim. It creates a charming atmosphere.

"Click."

The copper door is locked.

The woman turned around, leaned close to Ron gently, put her hands on his chest, opened her red lips lightly, and sprayed her hot and wet breath on Ron's neck.

"Gudu."

Ron's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he stared blankly at the beauty so close at hand, his body stiff and motionless.

The woman pushed gently.

"Plop."

Ron sat on the sofa.

The doll in his hand also fell to the floor.

The woman lifted up her skirt, revealing her calves wrapped in white stockings. After thinking about it, she seemed to find it inconvenient, and then reached behind her back to try to untie her waist...

"Qiang!"

A cold light flashed.

The dagger instantly stabbed Ron's chest.

"puff……"

Blood stained the shirt and jacket in front of Ron.

The plastic doll on the floor raised its eyes.

Ron's fingers were seen trembling slightly.

"Why... why?"

Ron looked down at the dagger inserted in his chest, which was as delicate as a work of art. His face was filled with shock and he said in disbelief.

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

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

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

The woman took out her handkerchief, gently wiped her bloody fingers, and said:

"Tell me, what would he think if Captain Qingshan discovered that his most trusted mortal servant died in the planetary governor's personal lounge with the personal dagger of the governor's maid stuck in his chest?"

"I see."

Ron said softly:

"I thought you really liked my freckles."

Um? what's the situation?

The woman looked confused.

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 poured out from under his clothes, sealing the wound and healing it, and quickly covered the skinny boy's body. All over the body...

A huge symbiote measuring two and a half meters tall stood in front of the woman.

The woman's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream.

"Snapped!"

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

Hatred's deep voice mixed with Ron's own voice:

"A plan full of loopholes, why do you think he will act according to your ideas?"

The woman's face turned red, her legs were dangling in the air, and she kept moving. Her fingers fumbled around the side of her skirt, and she found and pressed a certain button.

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

The ghost child lying on the floor disappeared with a whoosh.

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

The ghost baby held a folding knife stained with blood in his hand. He turned the knife lightly with his little hand, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face. The enemy's ankles had all been cut off by him.

Before the two prostrate men started to struggle, the sharp silver blade had already pierced their Tianling Caps.

Seeing this scene, the woman's eyes were horrified. Ron was afraid that she would suffocate to death, so he loosened his palm slightly, and the woman's voice was squeezed out of his throat:

"Wise…cherubi?"

Ron and Upton looked at each other.

Cherubim, what is that?

Cherubim is an auxiliary servitor in the shape of a baby angel. It can perform a variety of duties, including preaching, reconnaissance, amplification, self-destruction, flattery, etc. More were produced in the apostasy era, and it is normal for the two to have never met. .

Ron was about to lift the woman in his hand to the banquet hall to confront her face to face. Suddenly, he smelled a hint of the bitter almond smell of cyanide. When he looked at the woman in his hand, his face was black, her eyes were white, and her head was tilted. It fell on his hand.

"Depend on."

Ron cursed.

I felt like I had been stabbed in vain.

"She might have made it on the spur of the moment and didn't think too much about it."

After Upton finished speaking, he lay down on the ground and started pretending to be dead again.

"Why would a spur-of-the-moment killer be determined to die?"

Ron shook his head, feeling that 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.

Ron held a plastic doll in one hand and a dagger in the other, walking in the winding and dark corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was a faint sound of clinking wine glasses and laughter. People were still enjoying themselves, as if just now The murder was just a delusion.

Ron walked slowly into the banquet hall.

An unusual smell of blood drifted into the nose of an aristocratic man. He was stunned, turned his head and saw Ron with a large blood stain on his chest, and was stunned.

This was definitely not blood caused by an accident, not to mention that he was holding a dagger in his hand.

Silence, silence spread like a virus. Soon, more and more people noticed Ron. They gradually stopped eating the cutlery in their hands, clinking glasses and talking, watching Ron pass a group of waiters and servitors, Walked behind Fu Qinghai.

In the silent atmosphere of the banquet hall, Ron placed 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 whispered:

"Put on your helmet and connect to the communications channel."

"Crack...click."

With a uniform voice, all the space warriors instantly picked up their helmets and put them on. The seals on the neck armor were tightly fitted and a scarlet light lit up in the goggles.

"ah……"

"Oh My God……"

"What... happened?"

There was an uproar at the banquet. Many noble men and women suddenly discovered 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 throne. , the young woman's face was pale, she obviously recognized the dagger, she shook her head slowly and said:

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe Koshvitto."

"My lord, my lord, Lord Aoyama!"

The old man sitting opposite Fu Qinghai quickly shouted:

"Sir, why is this happening?"

"Yes, there must be some misunderstanding."

Several elders from the Sommerfeld family offered words of persuasion.

Fu Qinghai pressed his palms to quiet the noisy scene a little, and said:

"Listen, everyone, we are the Astartes, not the Ministry of the Interior or the Inquisition. I don't have the time or energy to play the political games of Hive City with you."

"Gladys Sommerfield 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:

"Sir, I don't know what happened. Your subordinates were attacked or some other accident. As an old man from Sommerfeld who has served the empire for more than thirty years, I sincerely implore you, sir, to completely Make conclusions after investigation, rather than killing innocent people indiscriminately."

"well said."

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

"Then please tell me, what's going on with those people behind the wall holding plasma weapons?"

The Space Marine's goggles activated active and passive perspective. The high temperature emitted by the plasma charging coil could not be blocked even by thick walls, and was particularly conspicuous in the active perspective imaging view.

"Ah this, this..."

The old man who spoke was stunned.

In the perspective imaging view, those bright "plasma coils" moved together. Without saying a word, Fu Qinghai held the edge of the long dining table with one palm and lifted it up with force. The huge monolithic stone table, which was more than ten meters long, was moved by Fu Qinghai. Qinghai raised it with one hand and smashed it to the ground, knocking all the noble men and women off their backs and screaming, and a simple bunker was instantly formed.

The blue plasma beam was sprayed on the heavy stone table, ablating the stone table into a deep pit as big as a watermelon. Chen Xinlu put on the hanging ring and opened the door to the dimension. The bolt gun, power sword, and power claw, Weapons and equipment one after another were sent out from the cruiser's arsenal and delivered to the hands of various space warriors.

"Da da da da da..."

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

The fragmented corpses filled the entire banquet hall, and large areas of blood were splashed radially. It looked like a splash-ink landscape painting from hell. The exquisite decoration of the pillars of the gallery, the embellishment of various literary and artistic objects and alien flowers and plants, all turned into ashes at this moment. 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 against the Space Marines. Laser guns are like scratching ceramic armor, while conventional caliber explosive bombs Guns are not controllable by mortals, so plasma guns seem to be the only option.

The attendants and nobles dispersed in panic. Only the bewildered servitors stayed on the spot and circled around. However, not long after they ran out of the banquet hall, they were forced back by soldiers holding firearms.

Fu Qinghai saw the woman at the head.

Hulda.

It's members of the Spartan Gang who are here.

Fu Qinghai ordered the Space Marines to put away their weapons.

Hulda is no longer the assassin he was when we first met him. He is dressed in an Imperial Guard bulletproof suit and carapace, holding a laser gun with a bayonet in his hand. His long black hair is tied up in a high ponytail. He looks like Capable and energetic.

She came to stand at attention in front of Fu Qinghai:

"Sir, all banquet members are under control."

"Have you already laid an ambush?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

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

Kirschvitto's voice came from down the corridor.

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

"The undercurrent in the hive capital has been surging for more than a day or two. I followed the requirements of the quick reaction force and made several drills and action plans in advance."

So the situation was controlled so quickly.

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

He told the Spartan gang:

"The dead old guy is right, we really can't kill innocent people indiscriminately. Just arrange an interrogation room here and have them line up to be investigated one by one."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai looked at No. 56:

"give it to you."

No. 56's mind-reading ability, except for the big explosion when his spiritual power awakens, is not that powerful at ordinary times. He needs to focus on a certain person in a quiet environment with few people in order to hear the voices of others.

Zhang Yuning stood in the corner holding a champagne glass and sipping it. Her black backless evening dress was spotless, as if the riots and killings 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 Majesty the Governor, please take them to your mansion for some afternoon tea."

What kind of afternoon tea do you want to drink in the evening?

Gladys rolled her eyes, but obeyed Fu Qinghai's orders and led the four women out of the banquet hall.

…

"I don't understand. We have wiped out the four major families at the top of the tower until only two of them are left. Isn't the free cake enough for these guys to share? Why are you still obsessed with Gladys's position as governor?"

Fu Qinghai was holding a glass of wine, looking at the servitors cleaning the banquet hall, and said to Koshvito.

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

Koschvito said as he pulled out the cork of the wine bottle with his bare hands and took a sip.

Fu Qinghai thought to himself: He, "Mazi Zhang", thought of the "Huang Silangs" too simply. If he hadn't left Koshvito behind to help Gladys before leaving, I'm afraid the "Zhang Mazi" in the Schwerin Hive would "The county magistrate" has to be replaced again.

Soon, the interrogation of No. 56 ended.

Fu Qinghai originally thought that they were just a group of old interest groups who were dissatisfied with Gladys becoming the planetary governor at such a young age, so he didn't pay much attention to it. However, he did not expect that No. 56's psychic mind reading would involve another person. Some unusual content.

"A warning meeting? What is that?"

Fu Qinghai asked doubtfully.

"I guess it's some kind of cult that was spawned in the next nest."

Number 56 said.

The difficult material life requires spiritual strength to support it. It is easy for various cult beliefs to develop in the lower nest area, because religion can make people full of hope, and hope can make people overcome material lack.

Fu Qinghai was concerned about another issue. He said:

"Please describe this cult carefully."

No. 56 recounted the information he collected:

"I don't know how a cult from the Lower Nest penetrated into the Upper Nest and the Spire. They seem to have a complete development network. I couldn't get any more information. The doctrine is probably about 'eliminate the nobles and everyone will be equal.' Similar slogans, and they seem to have unearthed some ancient technological relics in the bottom nest."

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

Cults are always strange and strange. Cults are always disguised as truth, goodness and beauty. Different cults meet the different demands of the working people - but as long as there are no sensitive elements such as the "four-armed god emperor", it will be fine.

"In other words, this 'Admonishment Council' doesn't care who becomes the planetary governor at all. They just want to take advantage of the conflicts between us and the nobles and stir up trouble to achieve the goal of annihilating the noble class?"

Fu Qinghai asked with a frown.

He felt as if he was being taken advantage of, and so were the old-timers of the Sommerfeld family.

"Based on the available information, all I can say is... I don't know."

No. 56 spread his hands and said.

"Tsk..."

Fu Qinghai rubbed his eyebrows.

Headache.

The hive world is complicated, too complicated.

Even if a war group is established in the future, Fu Qinghai has never thought of making the hive world the home planet of his war group.

There is no simple hive city in the galaxy.

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

"Now is the period of the Great Purge. After I complete the task of escorting the research ship and STC, I have to return to Terra to resume my life. I really don't have time to waste with these bullshit cults."

Fu Qinghai said with a pained face.

No. 56 nodded, expressing understanding.

He said:

"I have an idea. We quietly release a few cultists from the nobles, and then I use my symbiote Deception to host one of them. Deception lurks in the host's body. After obtaining enough information, Deception directly takes over the host. Just take control of your body and return to the nest to report to us."

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

Fu Qinghai nodded slowly, thinking it was feasible.

He tapped his finger on the table and said:

"I still have an idea."

"I know a mutant girl from the Bottom Nest. She has contacts and interactions with many mutants living in the Bottom Nest. I don't know if she has anything to do with this cult, but she may be able to provide us with some clues."

With that said, Fu Qinghai called Koshivito over.

"Kosh, have you ever heard of a cult called the Advocacy?"

Koshvito looked confused: "No."

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

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

Koshvito 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 the terminal virus and nano-medical particles to eliminate mutations and restore their human form. They are more powerful than us. Understand the 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 into the genetic and genetic levels, I am not sure that it can be completely eliminated."

"It's okay, just do your best."

After arranging all this, Fu Qinghai looked at No. 56:

"Then please, stay in the Schwerin Hive during this time."

Number 56 said:

"No problem, this is just what I want, Qingshan."

"My mortal agents suffered heavy losses when they breached the warlord's castle. I just took this opportunity to develop and train my Sparato in the hive, and gradually penetrated into the surrounding star areas."

He looks a bit like an intelligence chief.

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Thanks, Avalon poly, thieves with the army, Zhang Zhang Chao Chao, book friend 20191126231430378, King Marquez, prosperity in and out of the play, 007 in 1008611, invasion like fire and thunder, Dreamer, book friend 20220112142901232 , Silver Wings Autumn Wind Falling Leaves, qq992333, Nie Tianhang, rewards from several book friends.

Let me tell you something I encountered before: most of Warhammer's settings are set to serve the plot. For example, the auspicious device can scan an entire planet when the plot requires it, but the plot does not. When I was playing, I couldn't even spot an enemy behind a corner. This vague setting made it very uncomfortable for me to write.