Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 162 What is the Essence of Stealing

Soaring into the sky, the power is boundless.

Fu Qinghai led the old man Hu Xian out of the cracks in the tomb world and returned to the ground. The engine of the jetpack was fully powered, dragging a long wake and rushing to a height of several hundred meters in one breath. Fu Qinghai looked down by the way. .

It was a scalp-tingling sight.

This piece of bare black stone surface has been covered by densely packed Orcs.

Like a lump of green abscess writhing on the ground.

Fu Qinghai looked into the distance, and saw a giant Squig beast crawling on the top of a hill not far away. On the back of the giant beast was a wooden saddle decorated with feathers and bones, on which was riding a three-meter-high Giant orcs.

It was muscular, with protruding fangs, and its face and body were covered with criss-crossing scars. Its bloodthirsty and red eyes were fixed on Fu Qinghai in the sky.

Fu Qinghai pointed his middle finger at it, turned around high in the air and flew away.

Fu Qinghai didn't know what the consequences would be when the Orcs on the planet discovered the tomb world of the Necrons.

There are cases for reference.

In the original novel, an Ork orc group called the Dead Skull Clan launched a cross-galactic orc expedition called "Zot's Waaagh!" in an attempt to plunder the ancient treasures of a space necrotomb world. According to the planet's rebirth agreement, tens of thousands of underworld structures surrounded the green-skinned invaders, but the orcs were not intimidated, but very happy.

The orcs smashed, smashed, looted and burned as they wished. The technician boy and the pain boy used the wreckage of the space necromancer creations they picked up to create a biochemically transformed orc made of living metal and green skin flesh and blood—the cyber orc. They also cobbled together batches of Moguls and Goggles, as well as increasingly outrageous superweapons, and even hijacked the Necrons' tombstone gates to transport wave after wave of reinforcements.

Therefore, the blockade of the Orcs' technology tree means that they cannot pick up any junk.

Without the rags and the fighting, the orcs would be technologically degraded and weak.

In the real-time strategy game "Warhammer 40K: Dawn of War" developed with the background of Warhammer 40K, there is a similar setting. The "broken" resource units left after the battle have a high bonus for the orc camp.

And Fu Qinghai once saw such an experiment record in Master Kunto's experiment log:
The Mechanicus captured a two-meter-high orc kid with a normal build, locked him up alone, and fed him delicious food and drink every day, but he didn't fight with him. As a result, the orc boy gradually became decadent after a period of time. , Weakened, and his body began to shrink, becoming short and thin.

Fu Qinghai analyzed and recalled in his mind, the jetpack turned on the cruising mode and flew to the distance, holding the old man Hu Xian in his hand, the hunting wind in the sky blew the old man's beard wildly, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Fu Qinghai didn't fly for long, and felt that he was far enough away from the crack entrance of the tomb world, so he found a place and landed slowly.

A flat-topped mountain-like place with lush trees and a wide view from the top of the mountain.

The old man straightened his messy beard, smoothed his robe, and said to Fu Qinghai:

"It can be seen that you gained a lot in the last reincarnation world."

At this time, Fu Qinghai had a wide range of weapons and equipment hanging on his belt around his waist.

Some interstellar warriors are like this. Their belts are full of various firearms, just like those fire fanatics who want to carry ten guns on their backs. Whoever changes the magazine is the grandson. One shot.

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet, laughed and said:

"I'm afraid of poverty, and I can't compare with your unrestrained and unrestrained state."

Old man Hu Xian laughed:
"Are you laughing at me for not gaining anything in the last reincarnation world?"

Fu Qinghai also laughed and said:

"I laugh at no one will laugh at a Lv.7 reincarnation."

Speaking of which, Fu Qinghai sat down on a big rock covered with lichen and moss, and old man Hu Xian also sat cross-legged on the grass.

Fu Qinghai knows the mentality of the old man Hu Xian. An old man in his 50s has experienced so much in the first half of his life. His desire for the pursuit of powerful power is already very weak. He continues to reincarnate just to fulfill his obsession. In the reincarnation world, empty It was normal for him to come with hands and go with empty hands.

The old man picked his chin and asked:

"You have arranged for this trick to divert the water to the east and the two tigers to fight each other. Have you ever imagined the final outcome? Who will be the winner?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head:
"Hard to say."

Speaking of which, Fu Qinghai confided to old man Hu Xian his understanding and views on the Orcs, and said:

"The problem to be considered is that the Orcs on this planet are backward wild orcs. They study the rags of the Necrons, and how long it takes to find a technological breakthrough. I don't know. It may take a long time."

"If it's a normal Necromancer dynasty, let alone the wild orcs on one planet, or the wild orcs in the entire galaxy, they will all be wiped out for you, but you must also consider that this tomb world is nothing The crown world of the Necromancer Dynasty should be relatively marginal."

The tomb worlds of the Necrons are roughly divided into three types: the crown world: the capital of the Necrontyr forces; the core world: second only to the crown world in importance; the marginal world: poor and remote colonies.

Fu Qinghai's meaning was very clear. No matter the Orcs or Necrons on this planet, they were all weaker in their respective systems. Fu Qinghai couldn't predict the final outcome.

"It takes time for the Orcs to think about technology and develop it. If the Tomb Technician has enough troops and can wake them up, in the short term, I think the Necrons will win. I'm more optimistic about the Necrons."

Fu Qinghai expressed his own conclusion.

"Then." The old man Hu Xian asked seriously:

"Have you thought about how to get out of here?"

"Ah..." Upon hearing this question, Fu Qinghai inevitably showed a headache expression, lying on the rock with his head up, and sighed helplessly:

"Honestly, I don't know."

Fu Qinghai also had a headache. He came back, but he was still trapped on this wild and alien planet. What should he do?

The old man Hu Xian didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile:
"It's okay, take your time, there is always a way."

Hearing the old man Hu Xian's words, Fu Qinghai didn't take it as an old man to comfort him casually, but turned over and sat up from the rock, and asked seriously:
"How do you say, sir, is it a prophecy given to you by the Force?"

The old man Hu Xian shook his head with a smile:

"What are you thinking? Only in a universe full of the force, the prophecy of the force works. The scope of my force in this universe depends on the scope that the rules can infect. So, don't be superstitious about the force. , let alone become a slave of the Force."

This is a fact.In fact, no matter whether it is the powerful force lock throat, or the down-to-earth force force catch fish, the premise that it can be implemented is because the force fills the entire universe, including the enemy's neck and the fish in the lake.

Why can the old man Hu Xian, who only carries the original force himself, use the original force to communicate with the world in the Warhammer 40K universe without the original force?

Fu Qinghai felt that this sentence contained some underlying rules and structures belonging to the world of reincarnation, so he quickly cheered up and asked:
"Then what determines the scope that the rules can infect?"

There was a mysterious smile on Hu Xian's ravine old face, and he said:
"You have already experienced so many reincarnation worlds, can't you guess the things that reincarnation people deal with every day?"

Things that reincarnation people deal with every day...

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself, and suddenly realized:
"Assimilation points!"

"That's right." Hu Xian stroked his beard and nodded, saying:

"Have you ever thought about this question, why are assimilation points called assimilation points, why aren't they called data points, reincarnation points, or just like the Galactic Republic in Star Wars, called credit points?"

"Because the assimilation points you pay are paying for the infection of the rules."

Pay for the infection of the rules, and assimilate the rules that did not belong to this universe into the rules of this universe.

"I see, I see..." Fu Qinghai nodded slowly.

Force, chakra, heaven and earth aura, magic elements, magic net, subspace... One after another, the rules of the world view belonging to different universes flashed in Fu Qinghai's mind.

The scope of rule infection depends on how many assimilation points the reincarnation has paid for this rule.

Fu Qinghai looked at the simple and plain brown robe on the old man Hu Xian.

Come to think of it, old man Hu Xian's force is so strong in the Warhammer 40K universe, he must have paid a lot of assimilation points for it.

Suddenly thinking about something again, Fu Qinghai asked:
"Master, why didn't you tell me about such an important matter earlier?"

Old man Hu Xian said with a smile:

"If you don't ask, how do I know you don't understand?"

Fu Qinghai rolled his eyes.

"Besides..." old man Hu Xian continued:

"Do you know this, can it make you stronger, or can it help you get out of the current predicament?"

"Ugh."

Fu Qinghai lay down helplessly: "I can't."

In the woods, birds are singing and insects are singing, and the sun is like strands of golden sand, passing through the layers of branches and leaves, and falling on the grass.

The mottled shadows of the leaves were reflected in Fu Qinghai's dark eyes.

……

At night, with the bright moon hanging high, luminous flying insects like fireflies were flying in the dark forest. Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian sat opposite each other on the grass across a bonfire.

There was an unknown four-winged bird on the bonfire, and Fu Qinghai was about to show off his half-baked barbecue skills again.

They were spinning the skewers leisurely, when suddenly, the two stopped their movements, pulled out their weapons with a clatter, stood up and looked in a dark direction.

"Click!" Fu Qinghai pulled the bolt and loaded it.

"Woo buzz!" The green lightsaber lit up from old man Hu Xian's hand.

A faint green light lit up, and a Ghost of Underworld Worker floating in mid-air with a long, spiked iron tail pierced through the dense bushes.

What is this for, to die?
Fu Qinghai frowned slightly, puzzled.

Ming Gongyouhun slowly rolled up its long tail and held it in front of it. There was a green bead coiled in the middle of the iron tail, which was a holographic emerald.

A holographic projection bloomed from the green bead, which is the bust of the ancient tomb technician. His expressionless metal skull face swept across the two present, and said:

"Human, I'm here to negotiate a deal with you."

"What deal?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

In the holographic projection, the ancient tomb technician said slowly:
"I've repelled the orc attack, but I know they will come back, their war boss is not dead, the second, third, fourth 'Waaagh' will start soon, I need time Thoroughly purify my tomb world and completely repair that rift, I don’t want to face continuous orc harassment, help me find their war boss and kill him, I will give you a reward.”

Oh?
Hearing this, Fu Qinghai asked with some expectation:

"What reward?"

"I acknowledge your right to possession of my research results, which is the pistol."

What?

Hearing this, Fu Qinghai suddenly had a question mark on his forehead, and spread his hands in disbelief:
"...You use what I have already obtained to trade with me, and you call this a 'reward'?"

A trace of humanized anger suddenly appeared on the cold metal skull face of the ancient tomb technician, and he said angrily:
"Then what else do you want! You ran into my tomb world to steal things. It's a shameful act. Now that the master is willing to admit your possession of the stolen goods, it is already a great mercy. Don't go too far!"

What is stealing?
The necromancer overlord of the Nihirak Dynasty, the famous figure king, Traasin the Endless, once said:

"Take something from a dead person, is that called stealing? That's called archaeology."

Kong Yiji, a well-known expert in the study of ancient Chinese characters in the 1.8K era of ancient Terra, also said:
"Scholar's business, how can it be called stealing?"

To human beings, you Necrons are just a group of dead people. I, Fu Qinghai, am also a book-educated person.

Fu Qinghai felt that something must have gone wrong with the Necromancer's brain during the long period of dormancy. He raised the muzzle of his gun, aimed it at the body of the Ghost of the Underworld, and said in his mouth:

"You can pull it down, goodbye."

Fu Qinghai put his finger on the trigger, thinking: Another wreckage of a ghost of a ghost.

"Wait a moment!"

The ancient tomb technician shouted, he was silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said:
"State your terms, human."

Fu Qinghai put down his gun, thinking that if there is a problem with his brain, there is a problem. The conditions to be negotiated still need to be negotiated. After all, his best hope of leaving here may lie with the Necron.

Fu Qinghai said:

"I want to get out of here, you give me a Night Scythe."

On the abstract murals of the valley relics, Fu Qinghai has seen crescent-shaped aircraft, which is very classic Necromancer aircraft style, either Doomsday or Night Scythe.

The ancient tomb technician said:

"You want to leave with the Scythe of the Night? With all due respect, human beings, your flesh and blood bodies can't bear the speed of an engine without inertia. Your body will be torn apart when the inertia neutralizes."

Generally speaking, only Necrons can control the aircraft of Necrons, because the aircraft of Necrons was designed without consideration of the feeling of living things inside, no oxygen supply, no pressure compensation. .

Fu Qinghai shook his head:
"I'm not going to take the Night Scythe, I want you to send the Night Scythe to open a wormhole in the Human Empire, and then I will pass through the wormhole."

"Did you also know that the Night Scythe can capture wormholes?"

The surprise of the ancient tomb technician was beyond words.

As the most commonly used transport aircraft for Necrons, the Night Scythe is different from the Stormbird landing craft of the Human Empire or the vampire raiders of the Aeldari. The Night Scythe only has a driver and no transport cabin.

It carries a captured small wormhole, opens the wormhole where it is needed, and then directly deploys the undead troops on standby in the tomb world through the small wormhole to quickly deploy wherever it is needed, even if the Night Scythe is shot down, It will not affect the safety of the transported troops.

A more advanced mode of transportation than cabin loading.

Fu Qinghai nodded, this is the most feasible solution he thinks after careful consideration.

Unexpectedly, the ancient tomb technician directly refused:

"The last Night Scythe left here 900 years ago, unfortunately, I don't have what you want."

left?Fu Qinghai frowned, not very satisfied with this answer.

The ancient tomb technician added another sentence:
"Think about it, if I really have the Scythe of Night, do I still need you to kill the war boss of the Orcs?"

This is true. The Night Scythe transport aircraft is a variant of the Doomsday Scythe interceptor. It is also equipped with a Tesla Destroyer and a nerve tearing driver. It is extremely fast and has a good combat effectiveness. A Night Scythe sweeps the entire wilderness Aliens are enough.

The ancient tomb technicians are so poor that they rely on immortals to support their facades, and it is estimated that there is no night sickle.

Seeing Fu Qinghai showing impatience, the ancient tomb technician said quickly:
"If you want to get out of here, there are other ways."

"any solution?"

"In the depths of my tomb world, there is a tombstone gate."

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　The wine bureau retreated, tired and sleepy, stiffening the code words
　　
　
(End of this chapter)