Infinite Metaverse

Fu Qinghai followed Camille to the medical deck.

He saw Kalamanda sitting next to the operating table. The Nightbat warrior looked just like his original body. He was naked, with black hair shawl, and his corpse-like pale flesh was covered with neural interfaces and ritual kill count traces. The scars coming down.

He raised his pure black eyes and looked at Fu Qinghai:

"I have to say that your medical technology is amazing... If it can be used in torture and punishment, it can greatly prolong the enemy's pain. It would be perfect."

Is this the unique idea of ​​​​Night Lord?

Fu Qinghai ignored this suggestion and asked:

"What do you want to say to me?"

Kalamanda raised her hand and pointed at a black mechanical device placed in the tray next to the operating table. It was very small, a rectangular parallelepiped as big as half a can, and it was covered with turbid mucus and blood, making it look wet.

Camille next to him explained:

"This is something I took out from his abdominal cavity and has been soaked in it for a long time."

Kalamanda said calmly:

"I cut open my stomach and put it in with my own hands, otherwise I wouldn't be able to avoid their search. This is a recording device. You will know it when you turn on the playback."

Fu Qinghai frowned. The object wrapped in the sticky and slippery abdominal fluid looked very disgusting, but he still stretched out his finger and pressed the button on it.

A voice sounded.

"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Callidus. I found Curze, the commander of the Night Lords Legion. I..."

The recording is suddenly interrupted by a loud burst of static.

Then loop.

"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Callidus. I found Curze, the commander of the Night Lords Legion. I..."

The big static sounded again.

"This is Mu Shen, from Callidus..."

"Beep."

Fu Qinghai turned it off.

There is a woman's voice in the device. This recording seems to be burned from another external device. It seems very unclear and is always accompanied by the "bah" sound of electricity.

Fu Qinghai frowned more and more. He thought about it several times in his mind, and couldn't help but said in surprise:

"The Callidus assassin who killed Connor Curze?"

Kalamanda nodded slightly:

"Exactly."

I see.

Fu Qinghai suddenly realized.

How did Konrad Curze, the Primarch of the Night Lords, die?

After he was spared by Sanguinius, he first wandered alone in the universe, and then was accidentally recovered by the Eighth Legion. In the palace of Chaguarsa, where the bones of evil men were pieced together, Curze faced a building all day long. The emperor's flesh and blood sculpture cried and repented until a transformed assassin from Callidus came to his palace. However, Curze had been waiting for a long time. After a brief conversation, he directly put his neck on the assassin's blade and died without mercy.

Yes, there is no doubt that Curze was killed willingly.

Midnight Ghost Conrad Curze's personal combat power is very powerful. He brutally killed Vulcan Vulcan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, and fought a guerrilla war with the Lion King on the Indomitable Truth for sixteen weeks, and again in Markkula He wreaked havoc and caused trouble for Robert Guilliman. The Lion King and the Dark Angels were unable to do anything to him for a while, and it took the help of the Ultramarines and the Space Wolves to capture this guy.

How could such a ruthless man, whose combat prowess ranks among the top among the Primarchs, be killed by a mere Callidus assassin? The Callidus assassin can watch Warhammer 40K version of Mystique, infiltrate and infiltrate This is their unique skill, but there is a high probability that they will not be able to defeat the Space Marines in a head-on duel.

Curze and Sanguinius are the only two people in the original body who have innate powerful prophetic abilities. In fact, Curze has predicted his own death long ago. The way of death was to die at the hands of an Imperial assassin, but unlike Sanguinius The difference is that Coates' dark personality always believes that the prophecy cannot be changed. This is the source of his tragic life and the way he chooses to end himself.

But the Night Lords didn't accept it, even though Curze had warned his descendants many times: Don't stop yourself from dying, and don't take revenge on the Empire. However, the Eighth Legion still swept through many Callidus Assassin temples in the empire. The Eighth Legion, which had been split into several warbands, gathered again to avenge the original body.

"So, you want me to stop them? Stop them from attacking the Assassin Temple of Callidus?"

Fu Qinghai asked Kalamanda.

"late."

Kalamanda shook her head:

"It's too late. When you hear this recording, it proves that the Night Lords have breached many assassin temples in Callidus... But there is one person whose desire to kill does not stop there. He has been captured by the bloodthirsty Consumed by desire, he wants to completely destroy this branch of the Assassin's Court."

"who?"

"The faceless prince, Nacred Thor, an important member of the Crossbones faction...my old boss."

Kalamanda licked her lips and said:

"Part of my disability is due to him."

Crossbones pie?

Fu Qinghai didn't know much about the factional struggles within the Midnight Lords. The factions of most legions were nothing more than the gap between Terrans and non-Terrans. This "Crossbones Faction" sounded similar to some kind of warrior association. But this is not Fu Qinghai's concern.

he asked:

"You said this faceless prince is your former boss, what is his military rank?"

Kalamanda was a little surprised why Fu Qinghai asked this question, but still answered:

"Member of the Nightbat Council, Archon of the Legion."

Sure enough, the company commander's boss was the legion consul.

Legion Archon is an informal and inconsistent military rank used by the Space Marine Legions during the Great Crusade to honor those Space Marines whose command skills, personal combat prowess, talents and knowledge are second only to the Primarch. If the warriors commanded are In terms of quantity, this military rank can be compared to the Chapter Master in later generations.

Cos Wayne, Qin Xia, Eidolon, Sigismund, Abaddon, Sevatar and others have all been named "Legion Consuls", but they have their own titles within the legion.

Fu Qinghai nodded with satisfaction:

"Legion Archon, yes."

He was lacking a few opponents of sufficient weight and worth hunting, so one of them came to his doorstep.

Kalamanda felt a little puzzled, but still added:

"Smiling Lord Sherion has accepted the summons of the faceless prince Nacred and is preparing to go to the Uria system. They improvised and prepared to use the green-skinned pirates to ambush you, so they were delayed for a long time."

From this point of view, it should be a "distress message" sent by the Navigator of the Night Lord? So where did the Eldar warship come from? Is it just passing by?

There seemed to be no answer to this question, so Fu Qinghai asked instead:

"You can just tell me his whereabouts. Why are you hiding the recording device in your abdomen?"

Kalamanda said calmly:

"I am a member of the Traitor Legion. Without this evidence, who would believe what I say."

He continued:

"I have no contact with this new department established by the Seal Master, and I have no interest in saving the Assassin Temple of Callidus. I only want the life of Nacred Thor."

Fu Qinghai nodded and emphasized:

"His head must be mine."

…

Calixis Sector, Quatis Garden World.

A shuttle swayed through the clouds, gliding bumpily, and finally fell to the ground. With the sound of metal crushing rocks, soil and vegetation, the shuttle slowly stopped in a plowed tunnel. Forward momentum.

"laugh--"

The hatch opened.

A Space Marine walked out of it with messy steps and staggered. He glanced around blankly, and then there was a "pop"... No. 56 fell to his knees, his knees sinking into the soft soil of the Garden World, and his fists smashed On the ground, his neck was squirming and he was vomiting with force.

In one hand of the Sea Serpent Warrior, he held a transparent glass jar. There was some kind of cobalt blue gelatinous substance inside that was constantly tumbling, changing into different shapes, trying to break out of the bottle cap.

"Wait...wait a moment."

No. 56 said weakly:

"If you get infected too, we're both doomed."

"vomit--"

Just after he finished speaking, he started to vomit again.

No. 56 was wearing a brand new MK8 helmet, but it was quickly filled with dirt. At this time, the filter should open automatically to keep the air pipe open, and then suck out all the dirt, but now the filter valve is blocked. His mouth and nose felt stuffed, and his eyes were blurred by mucus and acidic water.

He gasped, reaching for the sealing device on his neck, scratching feebly, but he couldn't open it. The superhuman strength he was proud of had been corroded by the psychic virus, and even his gauntlets seemed heavy. Shackles until...

"Click."

A big hand grasped his helmet, gently rotated it, unlocked the seal, and took the helmet off.

"Ho... poof!"

No. 56, who was finally able to "see the light of day again", immediately spat out the vomit that had filled his mouth and nose, faced the ground, half-kneeling and half-lying, breathing heavily.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the visitor.

It was an equally tall figure with broad and burly shoulders, wearing a dark red shabby robe. You could guess that there must be power armor underneath without opening No. 56.

The visitor was not wearing a helmet, and the sun was right behind his head. The dazzling light obscured his face. No. 56 couldn't help blinking his eyes, and could only see the dense marks on the other person's bald head. black prayer.

"It's you...the Word Bearer."

Number 56 gasped.

"You took the initiative to find me."

The other party said.

"Yes……"

No. 56 nodded, put his hands on the ground, summoned up the last bit of strength to try to stand up, and said:

"Your hiding place is not perfect. In the eyes of an Alpha, there are flaws everywhere. My mortal agents have captured fragmentary information about you a long time ago - about the existence of a Word Bearer in the Calixis sector. information."

After all the effort, No. 56 finally stood up. He pulled his cheek in pain, feeling the acid still churning in his stomach, and looked at the Space Marine in front of him.

This is a square face that is serious, taciturn, and full of bitterness. It has a big nose and thick lips that are tightly pursed. Just like other Word Bearers, the smooth scalp has rows of tiny Coles etched into it. Chis text.

The only thing that is strange is that on his robe and half of the exposed shoulder armor, there is not the emblem and relief of the Word Bearers Legion's "flame in the middle of an unfolded book", but an abstract lion's head and a long sword. and complex symbols composed of books.

"So, why are you looking for me?"

The other party's eyes were fixed on the Alpha warrior who was slightly taller than him, and he asked in a deep voice.

"I'm here...to ask you...to purify me."

No. 56 still had brown stains on his face and was talking intermittently.

The Word Bearer warrior shook his head slightly:

"You don't sound like you're begging someone else, let alone...why do you think I can purify you?"

No. 56 tilted his body and head and said:

"If, if you let me die here... No, I won't die, but I will get sores, pus, and rot, and finally completely pollute this garden world and this planet, turning it into a swarm of bacteria and viruses. Stinky Paradise... Of course, if you like to eat mushrooms, just pretend I didn’t tell you.”

No. 56 was silent at the end.

The Word Bearers warrior frowned tightly.

No. 56 took a breath and then said:

"As for why I know you can purify me...because I recognize the symbol on your shoulder. I recognized it when my mortal agent sent me the photo."

"Paladin, right?"

No. 56 grinned.

The Word Bearer warrior's face was stunned, and he sighed and admitted:

"After a long time, you are also a reincarnation person, I tell you."

No. 56 smiled with difficulty and said:

"To be honest, brother, you don't need to be so hiding. I know there is a place that can accept you. The identity of the traitor legion is nothing to him. The premise is that he likes you and recognizes you. ability."

After speaking, No. 56 opened his arms:

"Come on, I can't wait any longer. Let me see the power of the Holy Light and the Naaru. Use your full strength. Treat it as an interview before you join the Brotherhood."

The Word Bearer warrior was very speechless, thinking: I haven't agreed to join that Brotherhood of Laushizi you mentioned.

Even so, he still said:

"There is no power of Holy Light in the Warhammer 40K universe. I don't know if the part I have assimilated can heal you. I will let you know in advance."

He took out a short and thick scepter from his arms and said:

"But don't worry, even if you can't be cured, for the sake of being reincarnated, I will grant you relief."

…

Fu Qinghai led the Shenji Brotherhood, equipped with a full set of pulse bolters and Fat Man launchers, to embark on the journey again.

Phaeton's own armed forces were not enough to defend itself, and garrisoning here was also part of the mission. Fu Qinghai finally left behind fifty Space Marines and a strike cruiser as a force to defend the Forge World.

It was the Dominator-class cruiser captured from the Night Lords warband. It happened to be in the Phaeton Forge World to clean its dirty decks and pipes, purify its electronic systems and fallen machine souls, and change its flag and paint.

The three-ship fleet was lightly equipped and set out immediately.

The first stop is the Schwerin Hive World.

Fu Qinghai led the space warriors, accompanied by Koshvito and others, to the lower lair area.

Outside the entrance to the closed passage, he also saw the seven-eyed mutant girl. The mutations on her face had been eliminated by surgery. She stood there with an ordinary face and smiled sweetly at Fu Qinghai. Smiling.

Fu Qinghai nodded as a greeting.

Then he said to Koshvito:

"Open it."

Then he said to the Space Marines behind him:

"get ready."

"Click, click, click", the soldiers loaded their guns one after another, maintaining a loose and vigilant formation, surrounding the entrance to the passage blocked by construction debris and huge rocks and steel.

With the assistance of construction machinery, the obstacles blocking the entrance were drilled and removed bit by bit. Sand and gravel flew, steel bars snapped, and sparks flew everywhere. Fu Qinghai stood firmly on the spot, quietly looking at the passage that was about to open in front of him. At the entrance, the Space Marine behind him was equally calm and collected, his hand armor holding the gun motionless.

Only those soldiers of the Imperial Guard who had experienced battles with Nurgle's zombies and cult followers looked a little nervous and kept rubbing the handles of their laser guns, trying to wipe away the sweat on their palms.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the last obstructing stone slab was overthrown by the combined efforts of the servitors, revealing the scene behind the dark passage.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes, and at the moment the stone slab overturned, he seemed to see a trace of green reflection in the smoke.

"Thermal imaging activated, no thermal response."

"Augury scan, no signs of life."

His Space Marines reported over the comm channel.

The smoke slowly dispersed.

Standing in front of everyone's eyes are rows of sculptures that look like terracotta warriors and horses. Their faces have been changed beyond recognition, like gray-black stones. They can vaguely recognize their appearance before birth. There are cracks and gaps all over their bodies. The cracks and gaps are full of... Dense clusters of green crystals growing and blooming.

It's the Radiant Glyph Ore!

The radiation corpse virus succeeded!

Fu Qinghai secretly clenched his fists.

I heard that the Nurgle virus can resurrect the dead, but you want the ore to resurrect me?

Fu Qinghai was thinking this, but he did not lose his vigilance. Instead, he ordered his men to maintain their formation, cautiously enter the passage, and carefully search the entire bottom nest area.

A large number of cultist "sculptures" gathered behind the passage. The firearms in their hands were still usable and the clothes on their bodies were still intact. However, lacking heavy engineering machinery, they were unable to break through the closed entrance. In the end, they could only escape the radiation corpse virus. Slowly eroded and infected, they turned into desperate stone sculptures one after another.

The Space Marines cautiously walked through these sculptures, followed by Guardsmen wearing gas masks, using flamethrowers to spray and roast the sculptures. The air twisted and rose, and the smell of promethium filled the passage. Finally, the sculptures were All his clothes were burned, and the firearms in his hands were blackened.

The green Ji Liu crystal is more exposed.

The entire passage was as bright as a crystal mine.

Under the leadership of the mutant guide, everyone carefully searched all the accessible areas of the lower nest to confirm that no fish had slipped through the net. Then they smashed the sculptures into pieces, collected the scattered Ji Liu crystals, packed them up and took them back to the upper nest.

The Admonition Society, this short-lived cult organization, was like many cults that appeared and disappeared in the hive world, disappearing into the cold and dark bottom hive without any record.

But a lot of Ji Liu minerals were left behind.

…………