Infinite Metaverse

"Pooh."

Fu Qinghai spit out the wet broken leaves in his mouth, and got out from a bush.

The sky was already dimly lit, but the forest was still filled with mist, and water droplets were still hanging on the branches and leaves. Fu Qinghai would inevitably get wet all over his body and have black hair if he had to wade through such a place with dense and lush vegetation. And the linen robes were sticking wetly to the body.

Fu Qinghai carried a large leather pouch on his shoulder, which was a spoil of war seized from the wild orcs, and was used to hold fragments of his power armor and Hall Kemp's servo skull.

The thin old man Hu Xian followed behind Fu Qinghai, walking along the road opened up by this 2.5-meter-high guy.

He also carries a large leather pouch containing the corpses of five Scroogs.

The old man still misses the taste of fresh mushroom soup.

Fu Qinghai climbed up a huge boulder on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, looking at the rising sun and the vast forest in the distance, Fu Qinghai smacked his mouth, showing embarrassment.

There is a saying that looking at the mountain runs to a dead horse, but this is not looking at the mountain anymore, it is looking at the sky.

The aurora in the night sky appeared in this direction. It was daytime now, and the aurora could not be seen. Fu Qinghai was not sure where it was.

The old man Hu Xian stood beside him, also looking into the distance, and asked:

"Is that aurora a mirage, or some other natural phenomenon?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said:

"If I didn't find the murals in the ruins, I wouldn't think about the Necrons, but now, with many clues pointing to the Necrons, this green aurora looks very suspicious. "

Fu Qinghai thought of the black stone pot that old man Hu Xian used to cook Shiguge soup.

Fu Qinghai didn't know whether old man Hu Xian's wave of killing intent counted as psionic energy or magic, but he knew that black stone is not an anti-psychic metal like phase iron, but black stone is a mineral substance with unknown composition that naturally exists in the real universe , but it is also closely related to subspace.

The black stone has to be made into a black stone structure before it has the ability to manipulate spiritual energy. A pure, unprocessed black stone is a hard and dense ordinary stone.

Note that what is mentioned here is manipulation. The black stone is like a kind of psychic magnet, with positive and negative poles. That is to say, the structure of the black stone can both suppress psychic energy and enhance psychic energy, rather than simply banning magic.

The relic technology phase iron mentioned above, its function is not to prevent the occurrence of psionic reactions and prohibit the casting of magic, but is processed by the judges of the Imperial Heresy Tribunal as handcuffs, anklets and iron collars to imprison psykers. Phase iron does not prevent psykers from using psionic energy, but once the psyker uses psionic energy, these metals will melt and penetrate into the skin and flesh of the psyker, leading to the death of the psyker.

The human empire and the Necrons, on the other hand, often choose to use the black stone structure to suppress the psychic attribute. Of course, the empire belongs to the kind that knows it but doesn't know why, and can only use the Necromancers that have been built in ancient times. Yes, ready-made black stone structures, such as the black stone obelisk on the planet Cadian Fortress in later generations.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai turned his head and asked:

"Master, where did you get that pot? Did you process it yourself?"

In Fu Qinghai's impression, black stone can be processed and constructed, but it has high strength and compact structure. Necrons use black stone as building materials and ship materials, and its hardness is stronger than the living metal of Necrons.

Otherwise, the dead three-meter-high orc wouldn't have used the black stone to make an axe.

Old man Hu Xian said: "It was picked up in the forest. The original shape is a bit like a pot. I roughly processed it and used a lightsaber."

With a lightsaber...Fu Qinghai understands.

As expected of a lightsaber that cuts through everything.

After Fu Qinghai thought about all this, he looked at the endless ridges and forests around him, and frowned.

Old man Hu Xian saw Fu Qinghai's difficulty, and suggested:

"How about we wait until night, when the aurora appears at night, we can find out the direction."

Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly, and said, "In case the aurora doesn't happen to appear tonight, it doesn't happen every day."

Fu Qinghai jumped off the boulder on the top of the mountain in one step, and jumped into the dense bushes. The voice came from the branches and leaves below:

"Let's go, uncle, and explore further ahead."

...

Fu Qinghai's decision was not wrong. Going forward, the lush vegetation began to gradually thin out, and bare black stones gradually appeared on the surface, fragmented, large ones were half buried in the soil, and small ones were directly scattered on the ground. Forest meadow.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian didn't need to rely on the guidance of the green aurora at night, but walked in directions where there were more and more black stones. Finally, after pushing aside a big leaf that blocked the view...

A tall and towering black obelisk appeared in front of the two of them.

"Hmm..." The two people, one old and one young, looked up at the same time.

"so big."

"It's so high."

A huge black obelisk as high as thirty or forty floors.

Wind erosion, rain wipers, endless years and changing natural disasters have left indelible marks on this black stone obelisk. The edges and corners are no longer sharp, and the glyphs have been smoothed.

But it still stands here.

This obelisk is a typical black stone structure.

It can be seen that the Blackstone structures are very huge. Even if the technology is as advanced as the Necrons, they do not have the ability to turn the Blackstone structures into small weapons.

Fu Qinghai suspected that the old man Hu Xian couldn't even activate the wave of killing intent near this obelisk.

Of course, it was just a suspicion. Firstly, Fu Qinghai didn't know whether the wave of killing intent was considered psionic power, and secondly, it was better not to experiment with the old man Hu Xian's indiscriminate state after turning on the wave of killing intent.

Fu Qinghai stared at the glyphs on the black obelisk, which were densely packed and complicated characters composed of three symbolic elements: circles, semicircles, and long and short straight lines.

Although Fu Qinghai couldn't understand it, Fu Qinghai was 100% sure now.

This is the creation of the Necrons.

Necrons, who are they?

Nicknamed Mechanical Spare Ribs, Space Tomb King, and Flying Mummy, the only race in Warhammer 40K where all people have achieved "flesh and flesh, mechanical ascension", the technological ceiling in the Warhammer 40K universe.

Master technologies such as dimensional pockets, inertialess navigation, bright star maps, world engines, Gauss weapons, Tesla weapons, super-phase weapons, etc...

To describe the physical technology of Necrons in one sentence——

Advanced as magic, more magic than magic.

The Necrons are an ancient race of the same era as the Old Ones. Its predecessor was a technologically advanced but very short-lived biological race—the Necrophobia, because its origin is a highly toxic radiation star, and the Necrophobia's genes are engraved with short life The curse of this race, this race fears death and worships death. The cultural style contains a lot of death image symbols: tombs, pyramids, coffins and so on.

Later, because of coveting the secret of the ancient sage's eternal life, and wanting to maintain the unity and balance within the huge territory through the external contradiction of war, the necromancer fought a battle with the ancient sage, that is, the battle of heaven, and the necromancer was born in the subspace The ancient sage, the energy manipulator, rubbed against the ground. No matter how advanced the technology was, he was bewitched by a powerful physical existence called "star god". Body transformed into living metal, consciousness into data, into soulless necrons.

In this process, the Necrontyr did obtain the eternal life he dreamed of, but the souls of the Necrontyr were also devoured by the star gods.

After the whole clan reincarnated, the strength of the Necrons increased greatly. With the help of the Star Gods, the Old Sages were wiped out, but the Necrons who felt that they had been tricked by the Star Gods fought back and beat all the Star Gods It is said that the Star God is the incarnation of the physical laws of reality and cannot be killed, so the Necrons imprisoned the Star God fragments as their tools, weapons and eternal energy.

After fighting the battle of heaven and defeating the star gods, the necromancers are already severely wounded and riddled with holes. At this moment, the slave races created by the ancient saints to help fight the war, the Aida and Orcs, are thriving. During the rising period, the Necrons who predicted that the Eldar Empire would eventually perish decided to collectively sleep for tens of millions of years, and wake up after tens of millions of years. Anyway, all of them will live forever and use time to defeat the enemy.

"The above is the origin of the Necrons."

Fu Qinghai turned his head to old man Hu Xian and said, "Master, do you understand?"

The old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "Understood, a story about a tragic race...then why did we come here?"

Fu Qinghai pondered for a while, organized his words, and said:

"Firstly, the location of the ruins group has been exposed to the orcs, we can't stay there for a long time, secondly...Master, think about it, why did you come to the Warhammer 40K universe? Are you eating and waiting to die on the wild planet? You are looking for a way to restrain the fluctuation of killing intent, and I want to leave here and return to the human empire. We always have to find a way. I think the tomb of the Necrons is a Chance!"

Old man Hu Xian touched the beard on his chin, nodded, and agreed with Fu Qinghai's statement.

In fact, it was Fu Qinghai's idea to explore the tomb of the Necrons, because the old man Hu Xian only needs to drop the anchor of the world after the next reincarnation world opens, and he will naturally leave the Warhammer 40K universe. You can leave this wild alien planet, but it is Fu Qinghai who will be trapped here forever.

Generally speaking, the technology of the Necrons is so advanced, in order to keep themselves and their mausoleum intact and free from intrusion during tens of millions of years of slumber, the Necrons must be rigorous in protecting their tombs. The tomb is a kind of death-seeking behavior with no return, but Fu Qinghai has observed it now, and there is a reason why he still dares to make such a death decision:

Many planets where the necromancer tomb world is located, before they themselves wake up, other race civilizations have developed even on the planet for a long time, and these civilizations do not know that the planet they are on is a tomb world of the necromancer ,Why?

Because those space necron dynasties with real wealth and advanced technology will directly put the entire tomb world into a dimensional pocket, which is very concealed.

The tomb world that Fu Qinghai is currently in not only has obvious black stone creations, but also has obvious bugs and visions such as green aurora at night from time to time. Isn't this a clear reminder to others that there is a problem here?

Fu Qinghai guessed, either, it was because this tomb world did not belong to a powerful necromancer dynasty, not a top space necromancer dynasty like the Sotek dynasty, the Malphirit dynasty and the Menek dynasty, but just a third-rate space necromancer dynasty. Spirit Dynasty.

Or, under the washing and baptism of tens of thousands of years of time, in the movement of various geological plates and the outbreak of natural disasters, part of this tomb world was destroyed, and a trace of vision appeared.

The latter is also very common. For example, the Amnors Dynasty was burned down in an eruption of a stellar solar flare. There are many tomb worlds and necromancer dynasties that have existed for tens of millions of years. In deep sleep, it was destroyed by a cosmic natural disaster for no apparent reason.

With these two prerequisites, the temptation of necromancer technology is a sufficient condition, and the search for a way to leave the planet is a necessary condition, both sufficient and necessary, it would be unreasonable for Fu Qinghai not to explore.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian walked around the black stone obelisk, but they didn't find a single gap. Although the whole obelisk was damaged, it was integrated into one piece. I really don't know how the Necrons processed it.

The two had no choice but to cook over fire to fill their stomachs.

Night fell quietly.

Fu Qinghai sat on an exposed irregular black stone, set up a barbecue grill with tree branches, put a bite squirrel with sharp teeth and a big mouth on the wooden stick, and rotatably grilled it.

A smell of grilled mushrooms diffused, reminding Fu Qinghai of the buttery mushrooms he ate in a barbecue restaurant in his previous life.

The old man Hu Xian lay cross-legged on the ground, leisurely waiting for Fu Qinghai's barbecue work. Suddenly, the old man had a thought and raised his head to look.

"Qingshan, look, that green aurora has appeared again."

Hu Xian pointed to the dark green light curtain above his head, which was constantly floating and changing in the night sky.

Fu Qinghai stood up quickly and looked up at the aurora.

His eyes continued from the top of the green light curtain to the end closest to the ground, and then Fu Qinghai saw that the entire aurora was emitted from a crack in the ground in the distance.

"Walk!"

Fu Qinghai ran over there without saying a word.

"Wait a moment."

Old man Hu Xian dragged two fat Squig hind legs from the barbecue grill, and hurriedly followed.

Fu Qinghai came to this crack on the surface. It was a huge irregular black stone without any glyphs of Necrons on it.

The dark green light emanates from this gap, forming an aurora light curtain in the night sky.

Fu Qinghai squatted in front of this thin and long crack, observing carefully.

Old man Hu Xian walked over slowly while holding a Squigg hind leg in one hand, tearing and chewing.

Fu Qinghai tried to break the crack with his hands, but found that his fingers couldn't get in, so he raised his head to look at old man Hu Xian, and said:

"uncle."

Old man Hu Xian put the back leg of Squig held in his right hand in his mouth, nodded, wiped his oily palm on his robe, and took out a silver lightsaber hilt from the robe .

At this moment, Fu Qinghai felt a little sympathetic to the lightsaber.

"Chirp--"

A light green lightsaber stretched out, and the old man Hu Xian held the lightsaber with his backhand and thrust it down hard.

"Sizzling..." There was a slight burning sound, and the pitch-black stones began to turn red and hot and melt. Force condensed + plasma beams slowly cut the solid black stone open.

The old man Hu Xian spent a lot of energy, eating up both hind legs, and then cut a round hole out of this whole irregular black stone.

Fu Qinghai patted Hu Xian on the shoulder: "It's hard work, sir, do you still have enough energy for your lightsaber?"

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "I still have spare batteries, don't worry."

Under the round hole, there is a dark green light, and nothing can be seen.

Seeing the dark green light under his feet, Fu Qinghai gritted his teeth, pulled out his Wagang sword, leaped forward, and jumped down.

Suddenly, the whole person was swallowed by the light and disappeared.

Old man Hu Xian patted the crumbs of meat in his hands, the lightsaber lit up again, and he jumped down.

...

"Patter."

The light disappeared, and his vision recovered. Fu Qinghai's feet landed on a flat stone floor.

Quickly observe the surrounding environment, this is a dark stone corridor.

There are green light strips with straight lines and complex shapes on the wall of the corridor, providing a slight light source for this dark corridor.

"Patter."

The old man Hu Xian also fell down.

Fu Qinghai bowed cautiously and walked deep into the corridor.

This passage twists and turns, with many forks, like a maze, Fu Qinghai sees collapsed stones blocking the way from time to time, and at these collapsed places, the dark green light strips on the stone walls are also extinguished.

"We're probably not on this planet anymore."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice while groping.

Fu Qinghai's judgment on the sense of direction and position has not disappeared. If he is still on the planet, he has already walked out of the surface.

The old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "Is this the pocket dimension you mentioned?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said, "I've only heard about it, I've never seen it before."

Every time he encountered a fork in the road, Fu Qinghai's solution was to let the old man Hu Xian use his intuition to judge which road to take.

It's not random selection, it's called "Let the Force Guide Us".

Turning another fork in the road, Fu Qinghai was walking in the dark and silent corridor, when suddenly, the subtle sound of "click, click, click" reached his ears.

Fu Qinghai stopped in his tracks and listened attentively.

It was as if the limbs of some kind of insect were beating the ground.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian looked at each other, lowered their steps, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Behind a piece of collapsed stone, there are three metal beetles slightly bigger than the fist of a space warrior. The faint green light unique to Necrons is emitted from their mechanical compound eyes. planing.

Underworld Scarab.

The lowest-level non-intelligent mechanical servant in the necromancer's tomb has the abnormal ability to decompose matter into energy and reshape it into matter. It is the cornerstone of the necromancer's construction, production, and casting.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice:

"Kill them."

Swinging the green lightsaber, the three ghost scarabs had just floated up before being beheaded by old man Hu Xian with a few swords.

Fu Qinghai went over to check, and found that the three scarabs died very simply, and their entire bodies were melted by the lightsaber.

Fu Qinghai picked up a scarab and looked at the pitch-black metal carapaces. These shells were like jewels, inlaid with dark green silk threads outlining a geometric circuit diagram.

This is the aesthetic style of Necrons, which is in sharp contrast to the cold and hard Gothic punk style of Imperium of Man, and the gloomy sci-fi tomb style belongs to it.

In the necromancer catacombs, swarms of scarabs patrol, looking for systems in need of repair and intruders to eliminate.

Fu Qinghai picked up all the remnants of the three ghost scarabs, put them in his arms, and said to old man Hu Xian:

"Master, when you meet this thing again, remember to leave one for me."

These are all treasures. A little bit of technology casually leaked from the nails of the necromancers is enough for the Mechanicus to study for a thousand years, and they may not be able to understand it.

Old man Hu Xian nodded and asked, "Did they find us?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and said in a low voice:

"It should be discovered that the data thinking of the scarab and the entire tomb is connected to the Internet, but our level of intrusion is not enough to wake up the owner of the tomb, so I don't know."

It depends on the tomb maintenance system's judgment on the degree of danger of these two people.

The two continued to walk in the corridor.

In the empty corridor, suddenly, the old man Hu Xian seemed to have a feeling, and suddenly swung the green lightsaber.

"Shhh..."

Dazzling sparks flew everywhere, and a mechanical structure more than two meters high fell to the feet of the two of them.

It has a scorpion-shaped dark green body, with two rows of sharp and slender mechanical joints on both sides of the body, and a long iron-gray barbed tail is dragging under the body, and the entire body has been severed in two by a lightsaber.

Fu Qinghai recognized it. This is the ghost of Minggong, a tomb defender higher than the scarab of Minggong.

The old man Hu Xian stretched out his hand to touch the side wall, and said in surprise: "There are no gaps or mechanisms. How did it appear, the wall penetration technique? Is this some kind of magic?"

If old man Hu Xian hadn't obeyed the force warning in his heart, he would have fallen for this thing just now.

Fu Qinghai knelt down to inspect the remnant of the ghostly ghost, shaking his head and explaining:

"No, it's not magic, it's super phase technology."

The ghost of the ghost is also an automatic machine, and its core equipment is a phase shifter, a cross-dimensional unstable matrix, which allows the ghost of the ghost to change its phase state in time and space at will.

The space necromancers who master the living metal, all creations are 3D printing-like additive manufacturing, leaving no gaps in one piece. Normally speaking, the mechanical creations of the human empire need to reserve openings for inspection, maintenance and upgrades, while space death The creations of the spirit are all integrated, so what should we do when the internal damage needs to be repaired? The ghost of the underworld worker uses the super-phase technology to penetrate the wall and enter the interior of the mechanical structure, and then come out through the wall after it is repaired.

It's that awesome.

The ghost of Minggong is too big, it is not convenient for Fu Qinghai to carry it, otherwise Fu Qinghai doesn't want to let go of this precious wreck.

The low-level mechanical bodies such as the Scarab of the Underworld and the Ghost of the Underworld did not have the rebirth agreement loaded on them, otherwise there would be a scene that would have horrified the imperial troops of later generations: the space necromancer warriors who had been knocked down to the ground, the living metal buffers on their bodies The slow creep healed and slowly stood up again.

(Author: Terminator T1000 copied it)

In the end, Fu Qinghai held the Squig leather bag in one hand, which contained the remains of three ghost scarabs. With the other hand, he dragged the ghost's long tail and continued to walk forward.

Just refuse to give up anything.

Following Fu Qinghai's dragging, the sharp limbs of Ming Gongyouhun scraped harshly on the stone floor, but Fu Qinghai didn't care about it, anyway, it would have been alarmed long ago.

Grandpa just came in, what's the matter?

There is a reason why Fu Qinghai dared to be so arrogant.

Along the way, many situations made Fu Qinghai have more judgments.

In the original novel of the Necrons, the scarabs of the ghosts often move in groups of hundreds or thousands, and there are many collapsed and damaged places in the tomb, but no scarabs of the ghosts went to repair it. The only one, But there were only three scarabs repairing it, and it took a long time to meet a Ghost Worker.

The condition of this tomb world may be even worse than what Fu Qinghai imagined at the beginning.

Finally, the two came to a closed black stone gate and reached a dead end.

There are dense and exquisite dark green glyphs on the black stone gate. If you look closely, it seems to contain mysterious logic and connections, as if it is some kind of circuit, or some kind of combination lock.

Fu Qinghai didn't care about the combination lock, so he turned to look at old man Hu Xian.

Without saying a word, old man Hu Xian lit up his lightsaber and directly cut through the door.

Have you ever seen a Jedi knight who boarded an enemy warship and still struggled to press the password when the hatch was closed?

There were hot red cuts on the black stone gate.

A crooked and irregular arch was soon cut open by the old man Hu Xian.

"Boom!"

Fu Qinghai kicked open the black stone door and stepped into the space behind.

Heishimen fell to the ground with a bang, and what Fu Qinghai saw was a small closed room.

There are all kinds of necromancer-style devices inside, which Fu Qinghai doesn't recognize.

High and low cylindrical platforms, on which there are balance-like scales, planetarium-like gadgets, thick and thin tubes, various polyhedron-like Rubik's cubes and puzzle boxes.

Although Fu Qinghai didn't know any of these instruments.

But based on the intuition of the same scientific researcher.

This intuition told Fu Qinghai.

This is a laboratory.

The old man Hu Xian held a lightsaber, looked around, and was cautiously on guard.

None of these strange and exquisite experimental instruments attracted Fu Qinghai's attention. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a piece of fabric on the metal floor.

It was a piece of dark red torn fabric with fine lines on it, which seemed out of place with the surrounding Necronomicon creations, more like some kind of superhero tights material.

Fu Qinghai knew that the necromancers didn't need to wear clothes. Even if some necromancer overlords and lords of the necromancer needed to pretend, they used living metal to simulate the appearance of cloaks, ribbons or robes. Textiles will and should not appear.

Fu Qinghai looked at the dark red torn piece of cloth, and remembered a sentence he had read in his previous life:

For the national official archaeological team, what they are most afraid of seeing after going to the tomb is not a Zongzi Zombie, but a plastic bottle.

The discovery of plastic bottles indicates that the tomb has been visited by tomb robbers.

Fu Qinghai was in a complicated mood at the moment, he raised his eyes and looked at other equipment in the laboratory again.

Something emitting light caught his attention again.

Fu Qinghai breathed lightly, let go of the hand holding the ghost's tail, carried a pack of scarab remains, and walked lightly to a cylindrical platform.

A square box was quietly placed on the table, inside was a fist-sized round bead that slowly emitted green light.

Fu Qinghai stared at the green bead closely, and the "Tony Stark electronic soul backup" in his mind was analyzing frantically.

Still didn't know what it was, but Fu Qinghai found what looked like a switch, and he reached out and lightly touched a small spot on the box.

The green beads bloomed with soft light upwards, and a lifelike holographic three-dimensional projection appeared in the light.

In the projection, the face of a Necromancer appeared.

This is a long dark iron-colored skull-shaped metal face inlaid with a green one-eyed eye. There are two metal decorations resembling Ultraman Taro on the top of his head. He is holding a huge blue staff-like metal long stick .

This is a Tomb Technician.

Fu Qinghai made an instant judgment, which was consistent with the identity of the laboratory owner.

Tomb Technicians, technical experts and engineers of Necrons, have a higher status than most Necromancer units, such as Necromancers, Immortals, and Destroyers, but are lower than real Necromancer nobles, such as Necromancer Lords , Necromancer Overlord, Necromancer Emperor and so on.

The Necrontyr society was originally a hierarchical and conservative society. After being transformed into Necrons, only a part of the middle and upper classes retained their personality and consciousness completely. The rest, such as civilians, infants, etc., were transformed into Cannon fodder without self-awareness-that is, necromancer warriors.

In the holographic projection, the ancient tomb technician was talking about something to the camera.

Fu Qinghai couldn't understand a single word.

But he was very puzzled.

Because as far as he knows, the brain of the Necrons is the core of various thinking circuits and calculations, and there is no need to record anything through holographic projections like humans do experiments, just remember it in the brain, and the Necrons only have The sound generators are only used when talking to other races. Necrons communicate with each other. With a pair of four eyepieces, information can be transmitted point-to-point.

Fu Qinghai didn't make a sound, but continued to watch the holographic projection patiently. Although he couldn't understand the language of the Necrons, he could make a preliminary analysis and judgment based on the content of the projection.

If Fu Qinghai could understand the language of the Necrons, he could understand at this moment that the ancient tomb technician was speaking to the camera:

"Damn it, the 450th experiment failed again, and I still can't reproduce this magical particle."

"My head is groggy, and many previous knowledge memories have become blurred. This feeling is very painful. I don't know whether it is because of early awakening, or because my memory data path has been in a long dormancy. It was destroyed, and anyway, it gave me such a headache."

"That's right, a headache. Since the transformation of my body, I have almost never felt this kind of feeling called a headache."

"Now, I have to use holographic emeralds to record my experimental process, just like those ridiculous flesh and blood races, because I am afraid that the precious experimental data will be annihilated in the short-circuit damaged thinking tube just like my ancient memory. Luli."

"Okay, now, the... four hundred and fifty first? Or the four hundred and forty-ninth experiment? Well, the four hundred and forty-eighth experiment, let's start..."

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and frowned.

He found that in the holographic projection, the space necromancer was repeating the same experimental operation over and over again, and got the same experimental result, but he was still repeating the operation, and even said the experimental conclusion was consistent .

What's going on, is the experiment done like this, why does it seem that the brain is not working well.

Could it be... Fu Qinghai was thoughtful.

During the tens of millions of years of long dormancy of the Necrons, not only the tomb world will be destroyed, but also the data thinking of the Necrons themselves will be damaged to varying degrees, not only civilians, soldiers and ancient tomb technicians, but even some The thinking channels of the Necromancer Overlord and the Pope were all destroyed.

For example, there is a necron overlord who always thinks that he is still a Necrontyr, and any war with any race is regarded as a civil war between the Necrontyr dynasties, so he must follow the rules of glory and fight in melee , To respect the opponent, show the honor of the fighters, and cannot use the long-range sniper arms such as the death mark.

The collective thinking data of some necron dynasties were corrupted, and even developed into a virus program called "Curse of the Flayer".

Fu Qinghai probably figured it out, so he continued to read.

In the holographic projection, the ancient tomb technician finally realized that he was doing useless work by replaying the experiment process. The camera zoomed around and came to a human being bound and imprisoned in a metal coffin.

Ouch, hello... Fu Qinghai recognized the tight uniform that this human was wearing at a glance.

A dark red and silver jumpsuit, a silver metal helmet with two large red eyepieces, and a small antenna on the side of the ear.

Who is this but Ant-Man?

Ah~ So that's the case... Fu Qinghai has already understood what the ancient tomb technician is saying.

In the holographic projection, the ancient tomb technician continued to chatter:

"I know, this thing is called human beings. Before we decided to go dormant, we were still low-level primate creatures who could only walk upright. Now they can use such magical particles. It's really amazing for thirty thousand years."

"When I received an intrusion alarm from the central maintenance system of the tomb and was urgently awakened, I took seven immortals who were temporarily awakened by me and searched the entire tomb, but I couldn't find where the intruder was."

"I even plan to forcibly wake up more undead soldiers in disregard of the awakening agreement of the recovery council."

Fu Qinghai didn't notice that when he was concentrating on watching the projection of the holographic emerald, in the corner of the laboratory room, a hidden and inconspicuous holographic recording device was also quietly observing him.

"Unexpectedly, this guy triggered the Tesla device outside the stasis force field while hiding, and was shocked out of his original shape, haha."

"It's amazing, a creature that is four cubits high can shrink into a dot smaller than the gap of the black stone gate. I said how he broke through the defense of the tomb and entered the laboratory... and my calculation The program can speculate that this may not be the limit of this kind of particle, and it seems that the secret of time travel and quantum tunneling is hidden in it. What kind of magical technology is this, even our Necrons have not mastered it. "

Pym particles.

Fu Qinghai looked at the glass tube that the ancient tomb technician was playing with. Inside was a flowing dark red liquid.

This thing has appeared many times in the Avengers movie.

"It took me a lot of effort to capture this little guy alive. Immortal's particle cannon and double-barreled Gauss blaster almost tore down my entire tomb, and I was so angry that all the sub-processes in my thinking pipeline were disturbed. Together, ouch!"

"...Finally, finally, the five thousand seven hundred and ninety-first experiment is over, at the last moment of exhausting the raw materials, I finally obtained a crude imitation of this particle."

In the holographic projection, the ancient tomb technician raised a gadget in his hand, which was a strangely shaped thing that looked like a small pistol.

"I still have no way to completely replicate this particle, and I even suspect that this particle is not a product of this dimension of the universe at all, especially my damaged knowledge memory path, which seriously interferes with my analysis and calculation process, hey, how could I I have used up all the raw materials, I should save some and ask Lord Orikan, maybe he will have any better opinions or opinions..."

In the holographic projection, the ancient tomb technician fondly played with the experimental product in his hand. It was a strange small pistol with a needle-like muzzle and a tube of light red liquid behind the gun.

Looking at the picture in the holographic projection, Fu Qinghai's gaze slowly moved away from the green bead, and looked at the wall on the left, where there was a square groove in which the small pistol was floating.

Fu Qinghai didn't see the reincarnated person in the Ant-Man uniform in the holographic projection anymore, and he might have been disposed of as experimental waste by the Underworld Scarab.

But the little pistol was still there.

Fu Qinghai stared at the small pistol floating in the groove in the wall with burning eyes.

It was a stasis force field, one of the few space-time stasis technologies mastered by both the human empire and the Necrons.

Of course, for the Necrons, this is a bad street cabbage technology, which can be found in every tomb world. But for the human empire, it is a relatively rare and high-end technology. The body of Robert Guilliman, who was about to die after being cut by Fulgrim, was preserved in the stasis field by the Ultramarines.

The holographic projection continues to play.

"No, in the process of the program in my mind, there are more and more fragmented information, all kinds of pre-life memories and my experimental data are mixed together, no, I have to enter the dormant state again, otherwise the computing core will burned."

As soon as the words were finished, the projection went off.

Suddenly, at this moment, in the entire laboratory, all the dark green light strips on the walls turned into dazzling red, and an inexplicable alarm sounded in the room.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian were taken aback for a moment, and then they saw that the metal wall in front of them slowly slid down, and a group of fully armed metal skeletons were holding double-barreled Gauss blaster guns and thick particle cannons. , with dazzling green lights in his eyes, appearing in front of the two of them.

Thick... ceremony... crab!

Fu Qinghai shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Just a roll and hid behind the cylindrical platform.

"Biu—"

Two thick green light beams flashed, and the entire experimental cylindrical platform, together with the instruments and equipment on it, were instantly decomposed and peeled off under the green beam of light, and gradually dissipated.

The old man Hu Xian also dodged a Gaussian decomposition beam with a flexible side roll, and swung his sword to block it before the next beam hit!

"Biu!"

The green light beam was actually bounced back, stripping off a large piece of the breastplate of a Necromancer Immortal in the front row.

But slowly began to heal again.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the depths of Fu Qinghai and Hu Xian's minds at the same time:

[Preparing to start a new round of reincarnation, please select items within your control range or the abilities you have already obtained to start assimilation as soon as possible]

【Optional】

[Ability: Force (Jedi Apprentice Stage)]

[Item: Squig Leather X1]

[Item: Underworld Scarab (seriously damaged) X3]

[Item: Hall Camp's Servo Skull X1]

While rolling and dodging, Fu Qinghai kept holding on to the purse.

Compared with old man Hu Xian, who was proficient in the fourth style of swordsmanship and could use his lightsaber to fight back from time to time, Fu Qinghai was much more embarrassed, rolling around between the cylindrical tables in the laboratory to avoid the attacks of the immortals.

Not enough, not enough!

Fu Qinghai shouted in his heart, just the wreckage of the three ghost scarabs is not worth the many assimilation points he has accumulated.

Fu Qinghai had an idea and hid behind the box containing the green beads.

Sure enough, the immortals who aimed their guns at this side showed obvious hesitation.

Hey, your precious experimental data is recorded here, do you have the heart to destroy it?

Fu Qinghai secretly laughed in his heart.

【Countdown, 10, 9, 8...】

The reincarnation world is already urging.

Unexpectedly, the Immortals only hesitated for a second, as if they had received some order, and suddenly pulled the trigger again.

Fuck!

Fu Qinghai swooped out again, and the cylindrical table exploded behind him, dissipating and disintegrating.

【5, 4, 3...】

Fu Qinghai rolled over to the groove in the wall, and grabbed the small pistol inside.

The Necron Immortals hesitated again.

It was experimental data just now, and now it is experimental results.

Perhaps in their set process priority, this small pistol is very high.

Fu Qinghai plunged into the static force field, and the skin and flesh on his palm were quickly peeled off by the small Tesla device wrapped around the force field, but the pale bone claws still fished out the small pistol from inside.

"Snapped!"

The other hand held the small pistol firmly in the palm.

Now the Immortals were even more afraid to fire.

[...2, 1, confirm the choice, the original force (Jedi apprentice stage), the underworld scarab (seriously damaged) X3, Hall Kemp's servo skull X1, Pym ray pistol X1]

【Begin assimilation】

The Immortals and Fu Qinghai froze in place, staring wide-eyed.

【Assimilation complete】

【About to enter the next reincarnation world, countdown, 10, 9, 8...】

"Ah..." A deep sigh sounded in the darkness behind the immortals.

Low Gothic with a harsh electronic voice came out of the darkness:

"Let me see, is it another misbehaving little guy who broke into my mausoleum and disturbed my deep sleep."

The faint green one-eyed lighted up in the darkness, and the figure of a tall tomb technician appeared behind the immortals.

In the next second, a white light flashed, and Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian disappeared together.

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Thank you, Heart of the Scorching Sun, Invasion Like Fire and Thunder, Love Rainy Days, the rewards of the three book friends.

The title of the chapter pays homage to a web article.

In fact, super-phase technology can also be translated into phase technology, but I am afraid that it will confuse you with the phase iron that appeared in the previous article. From now on, this kind of weapon of Necrons will be collectively referred to as "super-phase XX weapon".

The cubit, a unit of length for the Necrons, is approximately equal to 45 centimeters.