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Chapter 167 Big brother, the master is gone

The diaphragm of the bubble with faint fluorescence in front of his eyes suddenly changed.

The screen instantly turns black.

"Boom! Crack-crack-crack..."

Fu Qinghai plunged headlong into the hard ground, and the friction between the helmet and the ground gave off traces of sparks. Although Fu Qinghai had already extinguished the plasma propulsion, turned off the jet turbofan, and folded the short wings at the moment he passed through the gate of the tombstone, the rushing The speed of exiting the webway still allowed him to plow a shallow hole in the ground.

Then with a "plop", Fu Qinghai plunged half of his body into the water.

Fu Qinghai quickly stood up and checked the surrounding environment.

The surroundings were pitch black, with only dim lights in the distance. The visual compensation of the eyepiece + the visual control organ behind the eyeballs made instant adjustments, allowing Fu Qinghai to have a panoramic view of the surrounding environment.

Like the sewer of a city of giants, there are several Optimus Pillars standing here. The tops of the pillars are invisible darkness, and the bases of the pillars are buried among the dirty and dilapidated ruins.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is submerged and covered by dozens of connected water areas. There are some simple man-made buildings on the pile of ruins that rise slightly above the water. This is the dim light from there, and the tiny glimmer of light shines on the dark water. Reflected on the surface, causing the undercurrent to surge under the water surface.

Although Fu Qinghai has never been here before, this familiar style of painting suddenly reminds him of the childhood memories that the world of reincarnation gave him when he first entered the Warhammer 40K universe.

hive capital?

Fu Qinghai stood up from the puddle, and the sewage trickled down from his body. He first checked the weapons and equipment and trophies on his body, and found that they were all intact.

At this time, Fu Qinghai suddenly realized a problem, turned around and looked around, and said:

"Master, master? Sir... what the hell, where is my master?"

Hu Xian is gone!
Fu Qinghai quickly pulled out his leg from the puddle, walked to the shore, and looked around.

The dark environment did not affect Fu Qinghai's vision. He searched all around, but found no trace of old man Hu Xian, not even the hem of the tattered brown robe.

Fu Qinghai stood there in a daze.

The two people obviously entered the hazy fluorescent bubble together, how come there is only one person left when they come out?
Fu Qinghai quickly walked towards the direction where he fell, wanting to see where he fell from.

Fu Qinghai climbed up to the top of the ruins with hands and feet, came to the base of an Optimus Pillar, looked around, and found no structure similar to a portal. Looking up, the upper half of the giant pillar was submerged in the In the endless darkness, like a tower reaching the sky, the kind that would make the heartbeat of a patient with giant phobia speed up instantly.

In the middle of the huge pillar, there is an inconspicuous black, which is different from the surrounding black, slightly darker.

But in the vision of Astarte, this black spot is very obvious. Fu Qinghai raised his head, and the huge turbofan behind his back started, and the whole person jumped up a lot, and came to a few hundred meters At a high altitude in the sky, a square stone room hollowed out from the middle of the giant pillar appeared in front of him.

The turbofan stopped, and the magnetic sole fell to the ground lightly.

Looking back, I was standing on a hidden high platform, at least 600 meters away from the ruins below, which seemed to be a hole carved out of the boundless huge high wall.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and searched in this hollow.

In the small space, there are some garbage, some empty bottles and cans, some burnt ashes and powder, and a bunch of ghost symbols carved on the chalk wall. An ominous feeling of magic and witchcraft.

That's where I came from?
Fu Qinghai looked puzzled.

Why is the exit of the tombstone gate completely different from the entrance?
Is there a problem with the path pointed by the Star God Fragment?

Ah!
Fu Qinghai suddenly realized, and secretly thought that he was stupid.

The tombstone gate is the creation of the Necrons. If Fu Qinghai enters and exits through another tombstone gate, then he will return to another Necromancer's territory. escape?

Therefore, the exit indicated by the fragment of the star god is not another tombstone gate at all, but perhaps a webway node.

But why did the old man disappear inexplicably?Fu Qinghai couldn't figure it out.

Fu Qinghai has seen a saying that compared with the entrance of the official webway of the Lingzu, the gate of the tombstone is equivalent to digging a hole in the netway, so the gate of the tombstone is very unstable, not only needs to be passed quickly, but also The possibility of collapse at any time... But, what's the matter if two people go in and one person comes out?

Fu Qinghai frowned, looking around, his face was a little ugly.

What the hell is this... Fu Qinghai cursed inwardly.

He wasn't upset that the big thick leg he was hugging was gone, but he was worried about his master, who didn't know where he was sent by the webway.

Originally, the old man Hu Xian returned to the Warhammer 40K universe because he was worried about himself and came back to be a thug for himself, but now he has been lost.

The old man is a level 7 reincarnation, and he has seen many storms and waves in the reincarnation world, so self-protection should be safe.However, Fu Qinghai felt that... something was owed.

Although he didn't say anything, Fu Qinghai was not the kind of white-eyed wolf who took all gifts for granted. Fu Qinghai had secretly vowed to help old man Hu Xian fulfill his obsession, but Fu Qinghai had no idea how to accomplish it.

Hu Xian’s problem involves too high a level, too abstract, and too metaphysical, and it cannot be simply solved by adding more barrels, increasing the caliber, and doubling the charge.

"what……"

Fu Qinghai put his hands on his hips, gritted his teeth, and sighed.

Fu Qinghai shook his head, put aside his worries about the old man for the time being, and focused on dealing with the situation in front of him.

According to the preliminary judgment, with this terrible and familiar painting style, this place is likely to be the bottom layer of a hive city.

Fu Qinghai caressed the dents on the wall, and he realized that the hollows of the giant pillars, the traces of magic, the nodes of the webway...all these hinted that this place was not simple, and he had to take a good look.

Fu Qinghai squatted down, took off the helmet, picked up a little unburned ashes on the ground, rubbed them with his fingertips, and put them under the tip of his nose to sniff lightly.

Lajoye.

He didn't even need taste detection nerves to judge, the smell deep in his memory directly told him the answer.

The recreational tobacco that is common in the human empire is smoked by the crew of the expedition fleet. It has an anesthetic effect similar to marijuana, but it is more addictive and can be classified as a soft drug.

Lajoye appeared, which means someone is smoking here?It's like saying nothing.

Fu Qinghai noticed a strange light flashing from the corner of his eyes, he turned around and picked up a small piece of broken glass, and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

Just a piece of glass, nothing magical about it.

With a thought in Fu Qinghai's mind, the armor on the outside of the breastplate automatically opened, revealing a small lighting lamp, and the white light hit the glass in his hand.

Suddenly, a strange, evil and constantly changing picture appeared on the glass:

The trees were twisted and withered, and clusters of moldy black fungi grew out. The fungus swelled, and the canopy opened, and a string of rotting human heads hung below. The empty eye sockets stared at Fu Qinghai, and the mandibles opened automatically. , making a silent cry...

"Depend on!"

Fu Qinghai threw the piece of glass away, and the broken glass hit the ground with a crisp sound.

A reflective sheet.

It's a reflector!
Reflectors are essentially pieces of broken glass, but for various reasons, maybe a ship lost in the subspace, or a galaxy near the weak point of the reality veil, in short, these glass pieces are soaked in chaotic energy. For decades, it has been completely polluted, impregnated with psychic power and highly addictive. When the user observes these things, he will briefly see the scene of the chaotic realm, triggering his emotions between wonderful excitement and extreme fear. emotion.

It is said that some reflectors even house the spirits of Chaos Daemons.

Fu Qinghai looked at the broken glass on the ground, his eyes were uncertain.

In reality, drugs can be roughly divided into three categories.Tranquilizers, such as morphine; stimulants, such as ecstasy; and hallucinogens, such as LSD.

The reflective film in the Warhammer 40K universe probably belongs to the category of hallucinogens, but its hallucinogenic principle is subspace psionic energy.

It’s not a big deal to smoke Lajoye. Lajoye is in some mortal auxiliary troops with poor morale and discipline, and is even a special supply of munitions. However, if someone sucks reflectors here, the nature is different. Belonging to heresy...

Fu Qinghai stood up with serious eyes.

Linked to the runes on the wall, this hole may be a gathering place for some cultists, and then linked to the tombstone gate and the webway node...

Fu Qinghai inspected the pile of garbage on the ground, squatted down again, picked up a handful of green powder, put it to his mouth, and slowly stuck out his tongue to taste it.

There was a "boom" in his mind, Fu Qinghai's pupils shrank, and he spit out the green saliva with a "bah".

After seeing the reflector, Fu Qinghai was not too surprised by the appearance of this thing.

Elixir of death.

Also a hallucinogen, produced in the Necromunda Hive.

In the nest of Necromunda, the rotten food that has been piled up for thousands of years has produced a green powder under the action of mutated fungi. After drinking it, people will have pleasure and hallucinations. It is a highly addictive and dangerous drug, but many nobles in the upper nest and civilians in the lower nest are addicted to the pleasure of this drug and cannot extricate themselves.

Legend has it that excessive drinking of necromantic medicine can directly open the channel between the drinker's soul and body. If his soul is strong enough, he can absorb the power of subspace, and relatively weak souls will be directly sucked away in reverse, becoming a An empty shell like a walking dead.

In other words, for the casters of the Warhammer 40K universe, the necromancer is also a kind of tonic in a sense.

There are elixir, is this Necromunda hive?
Fu Qinghai made a judgment in his heart.

The Hive World of Necromunda may not be well-known in the human empire, but it is quite famous in the circle of Warhammer 40K fans, because there are RPG games and running group books based on it.

Spellcaster + cultist = illegal psyker... There are more and more elements.

Until, Fu Qinghai reached out to push aside a mass of trash, and saw a small card pressed underneath.

Fu Qinghai picked up the card, on which was written in crooked and immature Low Gothic:

"Mona, sister Lucy, together forever!"

There is also a heart and a smiley face drawn below.

"Hold……"

Looking at this card, Fu Qinghai fell silent.

Painful events and memories flooded my mind in an instant.

Hive Capital of Schwerin.

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　Thank you, angels are not humans, book friends 2017*2321, unintentional struggle, rain mirror, readers 1421*8849, several book friends' rewards, trying to explode more failed, alas, I am so weak.

　　
　
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