Infinite Metaverse

The heads of the death group completely disappeared, and most of their bodies were missing, leaving only a twisted and rolling black snake body.

All of Mothra's wings were broken, turning into blue, green and orange fluorescent dots and dissipating in the air.

And that woman was completely gone.

Fu Qinghai's face was expressionless.

Wait silently for the plasma weapon to cool down.

As expected, the bodies of the death group slowly shrank and re-grew wings and heads.

The group of deaths struggled and prostrated, raised their heads, stared at the "Broken Army Golden Armor", and actually uttered human words:

"Qingshan..."

How does it know my name?

"Left arm, wrathful sun type plasma incineration cannon, cooling..."

Qingming's prompt characters have not yet fully emerged.

"boom--"

Light once again enveloped the entire rift valley.

The light slowly dissipated, and the upper body of the death group completely disappeared again, shrinking in size again.

"Crunch——"

The swarm of death suddenly fluttered its wings and pounced on the "Army-breaking Golden Armor", and the black fists boosted by rockets came towards it. The arc on the fist blade flashed, and with a "bang", black particles flew into the sky, and the swarm of death flew back. He fell hard.

The terrain of this rift valley is very narrow, but it is not without its benefits - if it is stuck in this narrow pass, the "Broken Army Golden Armor" cannot squeeze in, and the swarm of death cannot fly out.

"Radiation...radiation...hiss ha..."

The sound of death is full of hunger.

Why did he suddenly seem like a different person?

Its body twisted and pulled for a while. After rolling on the spot a few times, it suddenly raised its head and looked around blankly, as if it didn't understand what had just happened or where it was. Instead of running away, he turned around and crawled towards the dying Mothra, trying to devour the titanic beast.

Slowly moved to Mothra's side.

The swarm of death just opened its mouth.

"boom--"

The cooling time is over and the plasma spurts out again.

Such a close distance, such a small space, the dazzling light when the plasma energy explodes engulfs all senses, regardless of human physical senses or mechanical and electronic senses.

"Qingshan! It's me, Alessandro!"

A roar came.

Ah, it turns out to be you.

Fu Qinghai remained expressionless.

I asked why Moira Robinson was able to command the Titans. I asked why the King of Viruses was not there when he killed the Fungus Queen. After a long time, you were a swarm of death?

In my impression, the Death Group doesn't seem to be so durable? Continuously recover and regenerate after taking damage.

In your impression, the swarm of death doesn’t seem to be that powerful? Push the monster queen to the ground and rub her.

It turns out to be: black light virus + swarm of death.

Moreover, the King of Viruses is said to have swallowed Deadpool.

"Left arm, Raging Sun type plasma incineration cannon, overheated."

Qing Ming quietly sent a reminder.

The death group was lying on the ground, their bodies twitching and shaking, as if they were breathing or adjusting something.

"Broken Army Golden Armor" has no action.

"Qingshan..."

The group of deaths raised their heads and spoke slowly.

The Titan beast is now less than half its original size.

Fu Qinghai glanced at the sky above his head.

Well, it probably still won’t be able to fly out.

"Green Mountain."

The swarm of death continued:

"I want to make a deal with you."

This sentence sounds so familiar. Did Laust teach you this?

"What deal?"

The Titan broadcast finally sounded.

Fu Qinghai asked following his words.

"I am Lev Alexandro. You know me. I am the second-in-command of Perfect Humanity. I have countless resources in my hands and I know countless information about our society and other societies. As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to share these resources and information with you."

"Hmm..."

There was a hum from Titan Radio.

Its owner appears to be considering it.

"I know your style very well. You pay more attention to actual interests. You like to make deals, right? You can let them go, why can't you let me go? Believe me, whether you want assimilation points or something else, I can give you anything, and what I can give you is far more than anyone else."

It seems like I thought of something again.

The group of deaths said impatiently:

"Knowledge, yes, there is also knowledge. Over the years, I have devoured a lot of scientists and engineers. I have in my mind the knowledge and skills they have mastered throughout their lives. As long as you want to obtain this knowledge, I can give it to you..."

"Knowledge? Give it to me? The knowledge is all in your head, how are you going to give it to me?"

Fu Qinghai began to discuss specific transaction measures.

"We can..."

The Death Group was about to say something when they suddenly closed their mouths. Their cold black eyes stared at the four-column coil of the plasma incineration cannon. The blue coil had been glowing red before, but now the red parts on it were slowly disappearing. fade.

"So, you're stalling, right?"

The Death Group said coldly.

Fu Qinghai smiled: "Aren't you the same?"

The swarm of death suddenly flapped its wings and took off.

It hit the rock above the head hard, and the rock formation instantly loosened and cracked. Large pieces of gravel and crumbled soil fell down with a crash, and the narrow gap was enlarged into a crack.

Just two more hits and you'll be knocked out.

The "Broken Army Golden Armor" hit the pass with an elbow outward, causing the black basalt wall to shatter and crack. Then he squeezed forward with force and reached for his right arm to grab the group of deaths.

The swarm of death, which had shrunk a lot in size, was still flapping its wings and circling to accumulate power. It wanted to hit the rock above the head again. Then it was grabbed by the power claws. The arc of the cracking force field flashed, and the giant black steel hand gradually grasped it bit by bit. Tight, the death group trembled all over, and black particles the size of watermelons fell from the body. These were necrotic cells.

Two shoulder cannons with relatively small range and power stretched out, and the thin conversion beam continued to burn the group of deaths. This time, there was no series of black particles falling, because the conversion beam will directly turn dense matter into energy, and the death group will be burned. Two flames burst out from the group, and its struggle became more intense.

"Snapped!"

The power claw finally tightened its grip.

Black debris leaked from between the fingers.

The crowd of death was crushed to pieces.

"Pojun Golden Armor" looked down.

There are piles of unknown objects piled up here and there on the ground, which are all piled up with black particles. They are slowly squirming. But what surprised Fu Qinghai is that they did not merge into one as before, but instead twisted and deformed...

Soon, there was a scientist in a white coat, an engineer in a protective suit, a soldier with a gun, a uniformed security guard, a Spartan warrior in green Mjolnir power armor, and even a Red tights and masked man holding two samurai swords...

Appeared in front of "Pojun Golden Armor".

"Who am I and where am I?"

Some people looked around with confusion.

"Am I not already dead?"

Some people looked down at their hands.

"I'm free? I'm free!"

Some people held their heads and looked around with joy.

"This is a new world of reincarnation? Where are my equipment? Where are my teammates? My... head hurts."

Others squatted on the ground and screamed in pain.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."

A miniature death swarm jumping up and down, howling in its mouth, trying to flap its wings and take off.

Ah... Fu Qinghai understood.

These are the human beings devoured by the King of Viruses. They have some memory fragments or autonomous consciousness that are still unwilling to be erased. At this moment, the black light virus splits apart and finally controls the body independently, subconsciously changing into the appearance before death.

They have always stayed in the memory cluster of the black light virus, becoming part of the virus king's memory, interfering with his understanding of himself and his identity. However, the memories of most of the people who were swallowed have faded, or they have few opportunities to take over control of the body. , so I don’t know what’s going on right now.

Fu Qinghai's eyes swept over them one by one.

He still remembered the original appearance of Lev Alexandro, a man in his thirties with medium build, black hair and white face, wearing a trench coat... Well, there was no such person.

"hehe."

Fu Qinghai sneered.

"You're playing this trick with me, right?"

The plasma cannon's muzzle suddenly dropped.

Aimed at this group of people.

Looking up at the huge black muzzle in front of them, some people looked confused and confused, some people were terrified and backed away, some turned around and ran away without saying a word, but no one thought of using the various skills of the black light virus.

What thousands of tentacles, what killing at the tip of the tomb.

It has not changed into armor form, claw form, blade form, hammer fist form or whip hand form.

"boom--"

The plasma engulfed everything.

[You killed the swarm of death! 】

[Start calculating assimilation points... 3034 points]

[You killed the reincarnator from the enemy camp! 】

[Start calculating assimilation points... 7119 points]

More than seven thousand!

Fu Qinghai suddenly understood.

Lev Alexandro is dead.

Except for him, no one can provide so many reincarnation point rewards, and I don't know how high his reincarnation level is, and how it compares with old man Hu Xian's Lv.7.

"laugh--"

The hatch on the side of the head of the "Pojun Golden Armor" slid open.

Fu Qinghai, fully armed, carrying a jetpack and holding a double-barreled melt gun, fell from the sky.

The ground was a charred pit with white smoke rising from it.

There is also lava emitting a dim red light that is slowly flowing inside, surrounded by faintly shining gray glass - which is soil and quartz sand melted at high temperatures.

Fu Qinghai squatted in the pit and observed carefully.

"Qingshan, is it over?"

Kravis appeared out of nowhere.

The moment the "Broken Army Golden Armor" opened fire, she immediately hid back in the cave, fearing that the world-destroying Titan weapons of the "Broken Army Golden Armor" would affect her. Feeling that there was no movement outside, she finally decided Come out and take a look.

"Shh, don't talk."

Fu Qinghai whispered.

Then he pointed at the bottom of the pit.

"look."

Kravis looked down and saw a black unknown substance lying there quietly, like a puddle of dead things, without any movement.

"Black... black light virus!"

Kravis was startled and jumped back to avoid it.

Fu Qinghai still remembers that in the game "Prototype": the villain completely overturned the table, and the first-generation male protagonist was bombed by a nuclear bomb, leaving only a small lump of black light virus remaining, but he still managed to escape by infecting a crow.

Fortunately, the Titan-class plasma weapons are powerful enough. The high temperature penetrates and kills all the nematodes, ants, and earthworms in the soil. Otherwise, the black light virus is likely to escape again by infecting these small animals.

However, what Fu Qinghai was thinking in his heart was:

Lev Alessandro is dead.

But the blacklight virus still exists.

This shows what? It means that Lev Alexandro is not the Blacklight virus itself. Strictly speaking, this player is one of the many memories and personalities that the Blacklight virus has devoured, one named "Lev Alexandro" and often dominates the Blacklight virus. The personality or memory that acts.

Fu Qinghai felt a little weird: The world of reincarnation actually allows reincarnations to exist in this form?

Then he discovered: It seemed that he sensed the existence of life, and the black light virus was slowly creeping towards him.

From this point of view, the black light virus has indeed lost all personality memory, leaving only the infection instinct.

If Alessandro's memory still remained, even if he had ten more courages, he would not dare to approach Fu Qinghai.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Qinghai took out a stasis grenade from his waist, pulled out the latch and threw it onto the black light virus. This small lump of black material, together with the soil below, was instantly locked in a ball of time dilation, and then Carefully scoop it up and put it into a stasis force field cube device.

Finally packed into a white suitcase.

After dealing with the series of aftermath matters, Fu Qinghai finally looked up at Mothra in the cave.

The mangled body lay motionless.

Faced with the indiscriminate attack of the Raging Sun-type plasma incineration cannon, the Monster Queen was as seriously damaged as the Death Swarm, but Fu Qinghai did not receive a prompt to deduct the assimilation points - it stands to reason that Mothra acts as a protector. One of the leaders of the camp, killing her will deduct a lot of points from Fu Qinghai.

It means Mothra is not dead yet.

Fu Qinghai slowly walked towards Mothra's body.

The giant moth was motionless.

It seems to have become completely cold.

Standing in front of a huge gap in the moth's belly, the shape was obviously a penetrating wound caused by the high-temperature vaporization of a plasma weapon. Fu Qinghai raised his hands upwards, stretched his belly open, and carefully scanned the dark body cavity and internal organs. , the weak light does not affect the vision of the Space Marines.

A white cocoon appeared inside.

This giant cocoon is wrapped in milky white silk threads, surrounded by countless winding tubes like old tree roots adsorbed on the internal organs. The old corpse breeds new life.

"I see."

Fu Qinghai whispered to himself.

In the movie, Mothra was electrocuted by Ghidorah's gravity ray. After the battle, the Monarch organization rediscovered a giant egg at Outpost 61. Analysis speculates that creatures like the Titanosaurus butterfly will not die completely. Every time it dies, it will usher in a new rebirth, its unique life form.

No wonder his points were not deducted for killing the Demon Sister.

Perfect humans must be well aware of this characteristic.

But they don't have to kill Mothra outright.

As long as the Monster Queen is forced to re-enter the life cycle of breaking out of her cocoon and becoming a butterfly, she can only stay quietly and cannot participate in the subsequent battles, and their goal will be achieved.

…

In the evening, the sun gradually sets.

The colorful clouds dyed half of the sky and clouds red.

"Pojun Golden Armor" stands quietly on the top of the mountain.

Below is a messy and dilapidated ruins, with fallen trees, lifted soil, and stone fragments of the temple, fully showing the mess after a great war.

The setting sun reflected on the front of the "Broken Army Golden Armor", and the cold and hard metal shell also reflected a faint soft light. A space warrior and a night elf sat side by side on one shoulder of the Titan, admiring the sunset in the distance.

Fu Qinghai was wearing a powered battle armor without a helmet, his elbows resting on his knees, his head lowered, silent, like a steel sculpture in deep thought.

Kravis put his hands on both sides of his body and leaned back slightly, showing off his excellent figure. His slender calves kept dangling, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"we won."

Kravis looked into the distance and said.

"Um."

"Bad mood?"

"Um."

Kravis turned to look at him:

"For a local native... Well, no offense, I mean, not really."

Fei is just a local native.

Fu Qinghai thought silently in his heart.

But he didn't speak.

Strictly speaking, utilitarianally speaking, he and Fei Yi were more concerned about each other in memory, and Fei Yi did not bring him as many substantial benefits as Evelin, a woman he met by chance.

“Isn’t it weird to treat Aboriginal people as human beings?”

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

"Well, it's not bad."

Kravis thought for a moment and said:

"This idea may not be mainstream."

Fu Qinghai thought of the second world of reincarnation he had experienced: the Conjuring Universe, Romania, and the village of Beltan, where the innocent villagers were sacrificed in order to summon demons.

Fu Qinghai recalled the experience of his master, old man Hu Xian: an old playboy with no special skills, who only relied on the appreciation of the Street Fighter Universe Steel Fist Master to gain a foothold in this world of reincarnation.

Why is Hu Xian willing to accept Fu Qinghai as his disciple?

Because they are both essentially the same person.

Fu Qinghai looked into the distance and said calmly:

"Although Evelin was controlled by Moira, she was right. From the beginning to the end, I was deceiving her and using her to save the world and save mankind. This kind of nonsense is just a lie to children. , the reincarnations all come here for big plot events, she just likes me, so she is willing to risk her life to deliver information to me, does Emma Russell’s life and death have anything to do with her?”

Fu Qinghai pursed his lips:

"But she is just a mortal, a weak woman without any extraordinary abilities. She dared to track down alien visitors of unknown origin alone. In the end, she was infected by E-type mold... After all, it was not me who caused it?"

Fu Qinghai sighed:

"Whether it's a major plot event, or even with the slogan 'Save the world and save humanity', what does it have to do with her? She shouldn't have to pay her life for it."

"Qingshan, it was Moira Robinson who killed her, not you. There is no need for you to impose some psychological burden on yourself..."

Kravis said softly and comfortingly.

"hehe."

Fu Qinghai sneered.

Still minding his own business, he said:

"Of course, for those who are cold-blooded and selfish and like to call themselves 'killing decisively', not to mention just a mere NPC, anyone who is used by him, his parents, his lover, his companions... It's all natural and deserved - you deserve to be exploited by me for being stupid, and you deserve to be exploited by me for being hot-headed."

Fu Qinghai talked a lot today.

Somehow, the desire to talk is quite strong.

"You don't look much like a Space Marine."

Kravis blinked his big eyes.

Fu Qinghai smiled when he heard this:

"What do you think of a Space Marine?"

"Our club has checked some information..."

Kravis said slowly.

But she didn't say that Guild Zero was preparing to enter the Warhammer 40K universe.

"Haha, I know what they mean by Space Marines."

Fu Qinghai smiled sarcastically and said:

"The emperor's sharp blade, the cold-blooded war machine, the superhuman soldier who has wiped out humanity and emotions...the beast who is indifferent even if his own mother dies in front of him, the soul hunter Talos, the most standard space warrior in their minds. This kind of This cold-bloodedness, this cruelty, this kind of inhumane setting really makes people climax as soon as they hear it..."

"Isn't it? Isn't this what Space Marines are like?"

Kravis asked curiously.

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said slowly:

"Let me tell you a story."

"A Space Marine I admire very much, Captain of the 10th Company of the 16th Legion's Luna Wolves, Ga'viel Loken. Faced with the temptation of the Chaos God and the pressure of the Primarch, he was able to maintain independent thinking and A calm and rational excellent officer, a persevering veteran of many battles, the male protagonist of the main line of the original novel "The Horus Heresy" trilogy..."

"He has an unforgettable lover, a mortal chronicler named Mesati Orliton."

Fu Qinghai told Kravis roughly the story between Captain Loken and the narrator Mesati: how Loken was heartbroken after losing Mesati, and how overjoyed he was after regaining it. Finally, Courage to face the feelings between yourself and this mortal - undoubtedly, it is love.

Mesati Orliton is a brave chronicler. Although she has no power, she is still willing to fight Chaos for mankind. She has experienced a series of events such as being possessed by a demon prince and being used by the rebel original body. He eventually died in the ventilation shaft of the battleship. After learning of her death, Loken was disheartened and depressed. He lived in seclusion on Terra all day long. Even in the face of solicitation from Prime Minister Malcador, he was unwilling to fight again.

"That's what I want to tell you."

Fu Qinghai said slowly:

"Space Marines are definitely not cold-blooded killing machines. Our nineteen transformation surgeries do not include the term 'elimination of emotions'. Those who think that Space Marines are absolutely cold-blooded if they do not fall in love or have feelings..."

"Just a bunch of idiots."

"Yeah~ I understand."

Kravis said with a smile.

I don't know why I suddenly felt happy.

The evening breeze blowing high in the sky blew her dark blue hair. The night elf raised her hand to brush her hair, tucked it behind her ears, and continued to shake her legs, feeling inexplicably comfortable.

Thinking that his club is about to arrange people to enter the Warhammer 40K universe to expand, and thinking that the man next to him is currently the largest player force in the Warhammer 40K universe, Kravis can't wait to have an in-depth chat with him about everything about Warhammer 40K, and about the Empire of Man. All sorts.

"Tell me about the Human Empire? What kind of power is it, and how does it compare with the Alliance and the Horde?"

Kravis asked.

"The Human Empire is a totalitarian country that advocates sacrifice extremely. Collectivism is not enough to describe them. Sometimes they are even a little crazy and hysterical. Life is the emperor's currency - they describe it so lightly, as if they are the one who controls the currency. Man, little does he know that he himself is also a currency, a bad coin that can be thrown away."

Fu Qinghai looked blankly and said slowly:

"Many fanatical people are excited and intoxicated because the human empire can sacrifice tens of billions of people at any time to achieve strategic goals. They are immersed in a grand narrative and cannot extricate themselves - that is because the sacrifice is not him! It is not his. Parents, his friends, and his children, so he thinks the empire of humanity is so fucking cool, and the annihilation of humanity is so damn cool.”

"What about you? What would you do?"

Kravis asked immediately.

"I?"

Fu Qinghai sneered:

"From the first day I became a Space Marine, I secretly warned myself: I can fight for the Human Empire, but I will never die for the Human Empire. If they want to sacrifice me, then I will turn around and join Chaos. .”

Watching the sunset gradually sinking into the distant mountains.

Fu Qinghai said leisurely:

"The French philosopher Rousseau argued in his Confessions that because he loved all mankind and cared about the world, he had no time to take care of his five children, so he sent them all to an orphanage."

"The Russian writer Dostoevsky said in his "The Brothers Karamazov": Love concrete people and don't always think about loving abstract people."

"The more a person loves abstract concepts, the more difficult it is for him to show care for concrete people. Abstract people are a collection of beautiful imaginations and grand ideas. Concrete people often contain various flaws. They are hateful, despicable, and shameful... But True love must be love for a specific person.”

"For me."

Fu Qinghai suddenly sat up straight.

He said seriously and firmly:

"I keep chasing power, and keep wanting to become stronger, in order to protect the people around me, my friends, my lover, those concrete people who are flesh and blood, including Evelyn Metme Wei is a specific person. It is not some ethereal 'all human beings', nor is it the aloof 'human empire'."

After listening to his "ambitious words".

Kravis suddenly lowered his head and fell silent.

I don’t know what is going on in my mind.

The sun sets completely over the mountains.

Only the last trace of afterglow remains.

"Hulonglonglong..."

A group of helicopters loomed in the distance.

The docking personnel of the Imperial Organization finally arrived.

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1. As for the character of the protagonist falling apart, go back and read the second volume again to see what the protagonist did in the Conjuring universe and why Mr. Hu accepted the protagonist as his disciple... Oh, I feel tired. I still remember the original words of the original article, "Those who claim to be decisive in killing are actually refined and self-interested" - the beginning of the book ridicules the character of "Decisive in killing", why do some people still say that the character of the protagonist is "decided in killing".

2. Why don’t people still know that authors can see each reader’s subscription data? I’m begging everyone, it’s okay to just curse a few words when reading the genuine version (readers of the genuine version will be banned if they curse harshly), but those who still curse after reading the pirated version really have no sense of shame at all? …

3. Originally, I wanted to find an opportunity to tell the story of Captain Loken’s love story and the harem stallion anecdotes that deceived Lucas and Commissar Kane. Love, but from the beginning of this book, there are a group of self-righteous people who see the Space Marines falling in love and scream "no hammer flavor"... tsk tsk. The more I don’t read the original novel, the more I like to define Warhammer according to my one-sided impression.