Infinite Metaverse

When Fu Qinghai woke up again.

He was already in a strange land.

Fu Qinghai opened his eyes blankly and looked around, finding himself lying in a white space filled with mist, with a hard and hazy material underneath him.

Fu Qinghai bent one finger and tapped the mysterious floor material gently, and the tip of his claw made a "knock-knock-knock" sound, which reminded him of the place he had entered before.

web channel.

Of course Fu Qinghai recognized this place.

Am I in the network now?

When did I enter the webway?

Fu Qinghai was confused.

"Valak, Gaja, Pazuzu..."

Fu Qinghai called each demon one by one:

"What happened while I was unconscious?"

His last memory was that the subspace engine of the Vengeful Spirit exploded and created a subspace rift, sucking him into the subspace. He had no memory of what happened next.

"Qingshan, you are finally awake."

Valak quickly said:

"The crystal statue transformed into an angel."

"Brother Qingshan, the Lun family is afraid."

Mimiko said with a cry:

"That golden ghost is so scary."

Several demons started to explain.

"Saint...Sanguinius!?"

After listening to the explanations of the demons, Fu Qinghai was stunned: The crystal statue was actually resurrected? Does that mean Sanguinius is resurrected as well? Where is he now?

"He left after sending you here."

Valak answered his doubts:

"Turn around and disappear into the subspace."

"What does this mean?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and muttered in thought.

I don't understand what Sanguinius wants to do.

"Ignore it for now, let's see where this place is."

Fu Qinghai took out "Map of the Infinite Network" from his white suitcase, and then opened the thick human-skin book. But it is a pity that "Infinite Network Map" only has a navigation function and no positioning function. Fu Qinghai still doesn't know where he is currently, but his destination is very clear.

"Where are we going, Qingshan?"

Valak asked.

"go home."

Fu Qinghai said without hesitation.

"Our goal has been achieved. Yunyun Krias is dead, and the subspace storm should dissipate. We return to the Marquez King region and our home world."

Fu Qinghai flipped through the "Map of the Infinite Network" without raising his head, looking at the complicated routes drawn out by capillaries, and he memorized these spider-like veins without any memory points after just reading them once. Closing the book with a "snap", Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and prepared to set off.

Then suddenly I realized a problem:

So where is the transportation?

"Fuck, my Blue Falcon!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly remembered that his exquisite jet motorcycle was still on the Eternal Expedition. This was really a disaster for Glocksmon. Ao no Hayabusa is not a mass-produced product. That jet motorcycle is of great significance. It is not only a set of gifts given to him by the Primarch: a jet motorcycle and a power sword, but also added three grams of anti-gravity metal in the later modifications.

Lost a beloved motorcycle.

Qingshan Khan's heart was bleeding.

"Whoosh, whoosh-"

Fu Qinghai flapped his bat wings and floated into the air.

The flying speed of the Ghost Armor is not too slow, but there is still a gap compared to the jet motorcycle. The metal bat wings do not fly in flapping mode, but are propelled by a supernatural psychic power. The flying speed does not depend on the power output of the power backpack but on the eight demons in the armor.

"How long can we fly?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"a long time."

Valak smiled evilly and replied:

"If you can catch some demons, the armor can fly faster. It all depends on you, Qingshan."

"That's good."

Fu Qinghai nodded and fluttered his wings and left.

A circle of white mist blew up in the webway.

…

The tunnel is winding and narrow, and can only accommodate one person. The branches of the webway twitched in a sudden squirm. Fu Qinghai couldn't help but stop flying and looked down at the non-material middle realm under his feet as it bumped and undulated for some unknown reason - he saw a sparkling path hidden in the thick fog. Small cracks continued along the narrow tunnel.

It was obvious that this section of the network was damaged.

Fu Qinghai slowly lowered his height and fell towards this long and narrow crack. During the descent, a whisper gradually sounded in his ears, gently tickling his auricles like feathers. He could feel a Chaos Demon pressing his body against the wall, whispering whispers of self-destruction, luring every traveler who passed through this webway.

Fu Qinghai was like a man possessed.

He floated stiffly in the air and fell straight down.

The gibbering sounds became more and more clear.

Until Fu Qinghai got close enough.

The murmur suddenly turned into a scream of terror:

"It's you!"

it's me? What's the meaning?

Fu Qinghai was thinking this in his mind, but the bat wings behind him suddenly began to flap violently, pushing him to fly quickly towards the crack. However, it was already too late. The scream in my ears was quickly moving away, accompanied by curses:

"Go away, go away, stay away from me!"

Fu Qinghai hit the inner wall of the network tunnel, tilted his body and put his helmet next to the crack. His whole arm sank into the shining crack, and he stretched out his fingers and claws to dig out. However, the crack was empty, and after digging for a long time, nothing came out.

The chaos demon ran away.

"well……"

Fu Qinghai sighed regretfully and retracted his arm.

Sure enough, people are still afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

It can only continue to fly along the tunnel.

…

Finally, after a long journey.

Fu Qinghai arrived at his destination.

In a burst of bright silhouettes, Fu Qinghai left the webway. He carefully packed the slightly hot spirit bone amulet in his hand into his suitcase - the spirit bone amulet given to him by Salamander. This is the key to his ability to open the door to the Webway. Then, Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked around.

He was stunned at first sight.

This is not the hive world of Schwerin.

This scene is completely different from the scene in my memory. The imaginary bottom floor of the hive city, the towering stone pillars, the sewage pipes extending in all directions, and the Space Marines and Chapter servants who have been stationed here... are all missing. If it weren't for the fact that the hall in front of him was different from the bottom nest, Fu Qinghai would even doubt whether the Schwerin Nest was occupied by the enemy.

"This is where?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and said to himself.

He slowly walked down from the center of a high platform. The empty hall in front of him was composed of lifeless stone and bronze panels. The statues near the ceiling were covered with dust and looked like they had been abandoned for a long time. .

Fu Qinghai walked down the stairs and looked around, his black iron boots stirring up a huge cloud of dust. Three or four dim iron lanterns hung overhead, and tall and cracked statues of saints loomed in the darkness, with expressions of pain or pride on their faces.

"This is where?"

Fu Qinghai asked again.

However no one could answer his question.

The eight demons in the armor also have no answers.

Is there something wrong with "The Map of the Infernal Network"?

This was Fu Qinghai's first reaction.

Navigating him to this strange place.

It turns out that "Map of the Infernal Network" can also make mistakes?

Fu Qinghai came to a heavy iron door that was as rusty as blood—no matter where it was, it must have been abandoned for a long time. He raised a palm and pushed open the old, creaking iron door with a little force, and walked into another hall: wooden tables and chairs were lined up in steep echelons along the stairs. , the iron shelves are filled with burning white candles, and a series of incandescent lamps hang overhead.

A kind of Gothic religious seriousness and decadence.

Fu Qinghai looked at this scene and felt slightly familiar.

"Qingshan, I smell it."

Pazuzu suddenly spoke.

"What do you smell?"

Fu Qinghai asked, overlooking the hall.

"Very strong human smell."

Pazuzu sucked greedily:

"There used to be many, many people here who were numb and ignorant, like a group of walking zombies, living by so-called faith... You know, Qingshan, I was once called the 'enemy of Christ' by the Semitic fools. I hate me. Destroy all single-god religious beliefs. This place feels familiar to me."

Fu Qinghai ignored the thoughts of Pazuzu, the ancient Assyrian demon. The place was a mess, with fragments of parchment, old nuggets of data, and plastinated specimens scattered everywhere, buried in dust. He knelt down and picked up a piece of paper, turned it over, and saw that it was written on the back of the paper:

"Holy Terra...Ministry of Interior...Level..."

The writing on the back is blurred.

Holy Terra? Could this be Holy Terra?

Fu Qinghai was filled with surprise and doubt, wondering how the "Infernal Network Map" led me to the capital. My destination was the Schwerin Hive. It was so wrong.

Fu Qinghai knew that there was a Webway Gate in Terra, and that the Webway Gate was very close to the imperial palace. It was said that it was in an abandoned area in the hive. During the Beast War, a group of Harlequin Eldar came to Terra through this Webway Gate and infiltrated the palace. After they killed many Imperial Guards and were captured by mistake, they claimed that they came here only to deliver a kind reminder: to remind mankind that they will never Don't forget about the Chaos threat.

Highlight one inexplicable.

In short, no matter what those Harlequin Eldar want to do, it is a certain fact that there is a Webway Gate near the Terra Palace, and now Fu Qinghai suspects that he may have activated this Webway Gate in advance. , traveled through the webway across most of the galaxy and arrived at Holy Terra.

But the question is, why come to Terra?

Looking at the staircase-like hall in front of him, Fu Qinghai thought of the "human touch" that Pazuzu just mentioned. After thinking for a moment, he did not continue moving forward but turned back through the rusty iron gate and returned to Inside the abandoned hall gathering dust.

Fu Qinghai took off the Ghost Armor, then opened the white suitcase and took out the Blue Shell Power Armor. A trickle of iron-gray particles wrapped around his ankles and spread throughout his body, outlining a hard shape. The eyepiece lit up, and the familiar black and gold armor once again covered his body.

Fu Qinghai raised his right arm, and the nano-metal on the arm armor gathered and accumulated to form a raised square device - the Invisible Boy, the same model as Satflan. Fu Qinghai tapped the invisible boy with his other finger, and a burst of optical camouflage flashes covered his body, and his figure gradually became transparent and faded away.

Fu Qinghai only activated the Invisible Boy's optical invisibility and did not apply the Kroot's grease secretion that shields heat radiation - the smell was too strong and you would smell it if you got close. Then he turned to the ghost armor and said:

"Watch this place."

The ghost armor stood where he was and nodded.

Instructing the ghost armor to guard the gate of the webway, Fu Qinghai walked out of the rust-red iron door again, walked down the stairs and finally saw people - dozens of people huddled together behind wooden desks. They kept medieval The monk has a Mediterranean hoop hair style, his dull eyes are staring at the biochemical parchment in front of him, and he is holding a mechanical quill in his hand. He is immersed in copying. From time to time, he looks up at the colored composite glass dome above his head, and then continues to immerse himself in it. Write hard.

Scribe at the Ministry of the Interior.

Fu Qinghai recognized their identities.

Fu Qinghai slowly passed by them, and a breeze stirred their scattered papers. This group of mechanical and numb scribes still didn't notice at all - the optical invisibility would blur the light and shadow if you looked closer, but they were still immersed in writing. Like a bunch of code servitors.

A scribe seemed tired of writing.

He looked up at the ceiling again.

Fu Qinghai followed his gaze and looked up.

Stained glass pieced together an icon of the Emperor.

The state religion seems to have taken hold.

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and looked at the document in front of the scribe.

Then his pupils suddenly narrowed.

"Industrial World Kaminsky..."

"Summary of tithe collection situation..."

It's all boring information.

But the last line of the signature says:

"Time: 1.017.090.M31."

This was seven hundred years ago!

I have returned to seven hundred years ago!

Fu Qinghai stared at the scribe blankly.

My mind suddenly lost its ability to turn around.

Looking away from this scribe, he quietly looked at the documents of several other scribes to confirm that the date did not refer to the past but the current timestamp.

How is this going?

Fu Qinghai returned to the abandoned dusty hall almost in ecstasy. He stood in front of the Gate of the Webway and took out the "Map of the Infinite Webway" again and opened it to look through. It's a pity that this is not the Webway. Without the nourishment of that mysterious radiation energy, "The Map of the Infinite Webway" is just a wordless heavenly book.

"Qingshan, your webway map is correct."

The ghost armor suddenly reminded him.

Fu Qinghai recognized Chu Renmei's voice.

"You have obsession, Qingshan."

This charming female actress evil ghost said quietly:

"The Map of the Infinite Network reflects the truest desire in your heart. You say you want to go home, but you know very well in your heart that the Marquez King District is out of danger, and there is no need to worry. . You still have ties and worries about the past, and you haven't let go of it yet. You may have deceived yourself, but you can't deceive "The Map of the Infernal Web", which reflects the place you most want to visit in your heart."

"The truest desire in my heart..."

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself blankly.

What does this have to do with Holy Terra?

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