Infinite Metaverse

A lone Chimera armored personnel carrier, crushing the freshly turned soil, slowly drove towards the top of the mountain from the diffuse gray mist.

The metal tracks crushed bones, iron flakes and stones, making a "crunching" sound. As the sound approached, the square front face of the armored vehicle gradually became clear.

A naked little giant with only his upper body left hanging on it.

Cast-iron hooks pierced the captive's limbs, pinning the Emperor's Angel to the hull of the armored vehicle.

He hung loosely on the shackles, his head lowered, covered with black hair, bathed in the pain of his life, the skin and muscles were separated, the muscles were separated from the bones, and he was cut through thousands of holes, but the torn lip There was no sound, only the slight sound of the tracks crushing the soil.

The blood still dripped in the form of liquid, colliding on the flooring, but it no longer flowed as eagerly as rain. The physiological functions of the Space Marines, despite their immortality engraved in genes, could only store so much blood.

"Chi——"

The armored vehicle trembled and stopped in front of everyone.

Witnessing this scene.

Fu Qinghai and the other three fell silent.

Number 56's eyes widened, and he quickly stepped forward, reaching out to lift the Space Marine's chin.

Revealing a mutilated face that was destroyed by viciousness. His face may have once been so cold and proud, but now only the small naked blood vessels and blood-stained layered muscles are left, and the curly and wet black hair hangs down on the scarlet lips. On the skinless face.

Even his eyelids were removed, and his eyes without eyelids stared blankly, staring at the non-existent void, and the pupil had already lost its luster.

"Fortunately, it's not Satflan."

No. 56 sighed and whispered:

"I thought he was captured by the Iron Warriors."

Fu Qinghai took a step forward and asked in a deep voice:

"who is he?"

No. 56 lowered his head and whispered:

"I don't know his name, only that he was one of the three Raven Guards captured with Satfaran on the Space Hulk."

This was a Chimera armored personnel carrier with all weapons and turrets removed. Kamil turned on the perspective of his helmet, carefully scanned the armored vehicle, and said:

"Khan, there's only one servitor inside."

Fu Qinghai nodded. He saw a data board, which was tied to the armor plate with tape. On it was a line of words written crookedly in blood:

"A small gift for Mr. Satfrey."

The blood had dried. Fu Qinghai reached out and pulled off the tape, took the data tablet, and turned on the screen.

On the screen is a video from a selfie perspective:

In the dark and lightless underground space, three Chaos Space Marines with hideous and twisted faces were sitting around a bonfire. They were smiling wildly at the camera. There were holes in the flesh on the sides of their cheeks, revealing their bodies wrapped in steel. Fangs, and a tongue covered in black spots.

There was a corpse lying next to the bonfire. The ceramite armor on the chest was broken. A Chaos Space Marine raised the iron stick in his hand. There was a piece of meat on it that looked familiar to Fu Qinghai. The meat was still stuck around. Holding the connective tissue, the Chaos Space Marine placed the meat skewers on the campfire and grilled them slightly, and said with an evil smile:

"Sartfaran, I heard that your legion is facing reconstruction. Gaga, do you really want this thing, eh?"

After saying that, the Chaos Space Marine took the meat skewer into his mouth and chewed it wantonly. The light red juice overflowed from the side of his holed cheek. Then he rolled his tongue and swallowed the rotten meat ball into his stomach. .

The picture went out and the screen returned to darkness.

That's the gene seed.

Fu Qinghai knew this behavior.

In the eyes of future generations, the gene seeds taken out from the bodies of loyal space warriors also have a special name - sweet meat.

Chaos Space Marines do not get any enhancements by eating gene-seeds. They simply do this to humiliate loyal Space Marines, because many Chapters urgently need this substance to recruit new soldiers.

No. 56 put his arms on the side panels of the armored vehicle, rested his forehead on the arm armor, and closed his eyes in pain:

"I hurt them."

"I could have...if I'd thought better of it, if I'd tried harder, I could have gotten them all out, damn it."

Qiao Shida's breathing was rapid, his face turned red, and he clenched the steel claw in his hand in anger.

Kamil had already inspected the entire armored vehicle, walked to Fu Qinghai and whispered:

"The steering wheel is fixed, a servitor is tied to the seat, and the promethium in the engine tank is just right, and it just burned out when it drove in front of us."

Camille pointed to the corpse still hanging on the front armor and said:

"Under the spine, there is an armor-breaking grenade with the latch removed, and the firing pin is pressed against the bone."

Fu Qinghai nodded:

"I saw."

It seems that the Raven Guard named "Sat Farlan" has caused a lot of trouble and losses to the Iron Warriors, so much so that the other party wants to use this method to anger him.

Fu Qinghai was thinking, and when he saw No. 56 stepping forward to take the body off the armored vehicle, Fu Qinghai quickly stopped him:

"Wait a moment."

Fu Qinghai took out his plasma pistol and said:

"He's dead, let him rest in peace and stand back."

No. 56 took a few steps back in compliance with Fu Qinghai's request with a confused look on his face. Fu Qinghai took aim with his gun and pulled the trigger.

The plasma beam flashed.

"boom--"

The Raven Guard's mangled upper body was completely exploded into a pile of corpses, scattered in all directions.

"Let someone collect the bones."

Broken bones and flesh and blood rained down from the air. Fu Qinghai said a word and led Joestar and Camille away to join the Mechanicus troops outside the camp.

…

Master Quinto led the skitarii and armed servitors and stood in a low-lying plain.

The short old man was holding a geared ax that was taller than himself, like a staff. This was the standard weapon common to technical priests and technical sergeants.

Fu Qinghai has almost never seen Master Quinto take out this gear ax, and it feels like it has been reduced to a ceremonial decoration.

As expected, Master Quinto said:

"Little Locke, I have handed over the command of the Skitarii to you."

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Okay, Master."

The Adeptus Mechanicus possess advanced weapons technology, powerful single-target firepower, and loyal skitarii. The firepower level is sometimes even higher than that of the Imperial Guard and Space Marine Legion, but strictly speaking, the Tech-Priests are still scholars rather than officers. Except for a few outliers, they can fight, but are not good at fighting, so Master Quinto chose to Command of the troops was transferred to his own pupil, an Astartes trained in professional warfare.

Following Master Quinto's operations, the information data link between the Skitarii and the armed servitors was integrated into Fu Qinghai's helmet, and a series of character commands flashed across Fu Qinghai's retinas like a waterfall.

Unlike Master Quinto, as their master, who can directly control remotely through encrypted data, Fu Qinghai does not have any mechanical plug-ins in his brain, so Master Quinto has to upload and match Fu Qinghai's characteristic information into the data network.

"OK, Tree Neural Network I or III."

"Neural Networks: Wireless Pathfinding Linked."

"Upload...superstructure."

A scroll of doctrinal instructions, each bearing the exclusive authority of the Sage Quinto Anastasio, the Skitarii regard this brain-invading command as the pure will of the God of All Planes.

As one of his most perfect works, Master Quinto knows Fu Qinghai's body data, including his voice, fingerprints, irises, and even Xiao Mingming's size.

"The link is completed and the command path has been established."

Just after finishing, two Space Marines came over from behind the ridge, number 56, and a Raven Guard wearing MK6 Raven-type power armor.

The matte black paint is dotted with gray tones. The black hair close to the scalp is combed back. The face is pale and cold, the eyes are dark and gloomy, and there are two service nails, one gold and one silver, inlaid on the side of the forehead, and He was exactly the same as Joe Star. He held the helmet with a beak-shaped breathing grille at his side and came to Fu Qinghai without saying a word.

Is this the Raven Guard warrior Satfaran who is hated by the Iron Warriors?

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet and said:

"Sorry for what happened to your comrades, brother."

The Crow Guard veteran shook his head and said directly to Fu Qinghai without mentioning anything about his comrades:

"I know where the Iron Warriors' transport ship is hidden."

The voice was flat and without any emotion.

But Fu Qinghai could hear the suppressed rage lurking below.

Fu Qinghai's eyes flashed, and he nodded slowly:

"I see."

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment, turned around, looked at the soldiers of the Skitarii who were lined up neatly at the foot of the hillside, and shouted loudly:

"Warriors of the Machine God!"

The sound was deafening, the intracranial implant hissed due to the interference of the connection, the data was transmitted directly to the mind of the Skitarii, the hearing was not the vibration captured by the naked ear, but the code processed directly by the brain.

“Praise be to the divine gears, the divine oil, and the divine spark!”

Fu Qinghai continued.

"We practice the will of Ohm Messiah and complete his work here on behalf of the great God of All Machines. This most sacred task does not allow for any mistakes."

Fu Qinghai looked around at his soldiers, who stood in the depression like silent chess pieces on a black and white chessboard.

"The fallen enemies have broken with the God of All Machines. Their dirty existence has blasphemed all the pure machine souls and the word 'truth' itself."

The mountain wind blew through the depression, and the grass and trees swayed slightly. A corner of the rust-red robe was lifted by the wind, revealing the hydraulic system at the base of the thigh and the rotating joints of the bionic arm. The lower legs and arms replaced by titanium alloy looked like insect joints.

“Receive His blessings and remember all that you have received in His name.”

Fu Qinghai raised one hand and waved the fist covered by his gauntlet high. The mechanical eyes of the Skitarii raised up with his movements, and they saw the gear on his left shoulder armor wrapping his skull.

Engraved with the same logo as theirs, the same rust-red color as their burqas.

Agrippina is gray, No. 8 is black, and Reza is orange.

Not every forge world can use Mars Red.

"We are the wrath of the omniscient mechanical god!"

"We are the sharp minions of the Almighty Mechanical God!"

"War is our sacrament!"

Fu Qinghai yelled.

Then, he paused for a second, suddenly put away his high emotions, and said softly:

"Initiate joint decontamination protocol."

"No traitor will ever leave this planet alive."

"none."

The last word turned into a sonorous data stream, surging in the cerebral cortex of every Skitarii.

…

Master Quinto stood not far away, watching Fu Qinghai standing on the hillside, making impassioned speeches and delivering a pre-war speech.

His central matrix could feel that although the vanguard and rangers said nothing, the static electricity flowing in the data network was already filled with surging fighting spirit, and the gears and cables between the bionic limbs were also gently moving. Trembling.

He was a natural speaker and agitator.

Master Quinto silently assessed in his mind.

No. 56, Satfalan and others also saw Fu Qinghai's pre-war mobilization of the Mechanicus soldiers in the distance.

Except for Camille, a new recruit, everyone else had listened to their respective commanders' pre-war speeches in their past service careers, some were short, some were lengthy.

But they had never seen the Astartes commander delivering his pre-battle speech to the Skitarii.

In most battles in the past, the Skitarii, Intelligent Robots, and Titan Legions would have been controlled by Magos who were responsible for frontline command, rather than being commanded by a Techmarine Astartes.

For the soldiers of the Skitarii, Fu Qinghai's voice command method is also a novel experience.

There are layers of command chains in a large-scale skitarii: bishops, alphas, soldiers... The technical priest remotely controls his skitarii. All one-way communication and instructions can be completed directly in the form of data links without opening the mouth. issued.

But that doesn't mean the Skitarii have no hearing and vision.

On the contrary, for the Rangers whose eyelids have been cut off, whose eyeballs are covered with enhanced optical imaging equipment, or even directly replaced with mechanical prosthetic eyes, their vision in various dim conditions is actually stronger than that of ordinary humans, and can even surpass that of A. Stat - depends on how much his tech-priests are willing to spend on replacement modifications.

The vanguard soldiers, on the other hand, were covered in armor, with a red robe on top of the armor, and their heads were completely covered by a metal helmet shaped like an inverted iron pot, leaving only a dark horizontal seam and a shining electronic eye. The shape looks a bit more "robust" than the Ranger.

The stronger the Skitarii soldiers are, the fewer flesh and blood parts they have on their bodies and the more mechanical parts they have. The Skitarii created by the rich oil man must be stronger.

The role of the Rangers is hunting, guerrillas, and reconnaissance, while the role of the Vanguard is assault, assault, and defense. Both are classic light infantry types in the Skitarii system.

Fu Qinghai did not micromanage them one by one, but delegated the command authority of the Rangers to Skitarii Alpha, and asked the five team captains to lead the Rangers into parts and go out to all directions of the marching formation, using their respective machines The prosthetic eyes have perfect information collection capabilities and serve as their own eyes and ears.

In the center of the team was the armored vanguard, surrounding the five Astartes, and at the end was the heavily mounted fighter servitor whose tracks raised dust all over the sky.

Master Quinto has returned to the research ship. As for the mortal soldiers under No. 56, Fu Qinghai asked them not to participate in fighting alongside the Skitarii.

Don’t fight a battle and find out everyone has cancer.

…

Everyone is heading towards the location discovered by Satfaran.

The spot where the Iron Warriors hide their ships.

Fu Qinghai summoned his jetpack. The jetpack that had been cruising above the clouds swooped down and merged with Fu Qinghai in an instant. Then Fu Qinghai rose up from the ground in the ring of dust washed by the airflow, soared up, and again Through the clouds.

So handsome.

No. 56 raised his head, feeling envious.

Satfran also raised his head, silently watching Fu Qinghai flying high.

That's not a height that ordinary jumpers can reach.

The Night Lords and the Raven Guard are the legions who love jumpers the most, and their love of flying is engraved in their genes.

The taciturn Dark Crow Warrior didn't know that Fu Qinghai's high-profile behavior was deliberately done to show him.

Fu Qinghai soared high in the sky, his helmet's vision zoomed in, scanning the distant scene.

He converted the picture information he obtained into binary data packets. Bytes and phrases were superimposed on each other. Neural synchronization directly linked the meninges. Orbital maps, holograms and sensory signals were shared and transmitted from Fu Qinghai's helmet like lightning. , directly entered the brain of every Skitarii.

"Let me see everything." Fu Qinghai ordered.

The servo-skull on the back of the shoulders of Alpha, the safari trooper Alpha, was lurking in the forest and advancing rapidly.

The Recon Servo Skull, half gray bone, half data matrix, with gears turning around the skull like a ring of thorns.

Through its enhanced optical array, the servo skull transmitted back the pictures it captured in the forest. The data was uploaded via cables to the visual processor plugged into the ranger's cerebral cortex, and then fed back to Fu Qinghai after centralized processing.

Thanks to the super-computing power of M.O.D.O.K.'s Brain, Fu Qinghai could quickly zoom in and out of the picture in the blink of an eye, without the need for a technical priest's external information processor, and process the complex information within a few seconds.

The information-based combat method of the Mechanicum.

But the premise of this combat method is:

1. The Goliath-class foundry ship parked in space orbit serves as the central matrix for data network links.

2. The brain of M.O.D.O.K., a brand-new all-new space warrior, can process information like a real tech-priest.

The most critical point:

3. There is a logician, the super-rational Master Vanak, who is ensuring the security of data transmission.

Electronic information warfare has always had a place in the wars in the Warhammer 40K universe. Many battles have already been fought in the information field before guns and swords were fired, whether in space, naval battles or ground battles.

The Astartes exchange tactical information through voice communication, which seems to be less advanced and efficient than the Mechanicus. However, with this method of the Mechanicus, there is still a risk of being hacked when facing the traitors of the Dark Mechanicus. To be on the safe side, it is better for the Astartes to communicate with their mouths.

Fu Qinghai was comparing secretly in his heart.

"found it!"

The muzzle of the ranger at the front has been locked on an unsuspecting mortal soldier. He is wearing the uniform of a warlord and is patrolling boredly.

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