Infinite Metaverse

It's just dawn.

In the aisle where the containers were stacked, after turning a few turns and walking down several vertical stairs, Lust came to the deck.

The alchemist was not very familiar with the ship. He thought it might be some kind of cargo ship, maybe several hundred feet in length. The ship seemed to be produced in the twentieth century and looked dilapidated and dilapidated.

And there was nothing around them. Everywhere they could see was the vast sea. The sky was cloudless and the air was sultry. Several seabirds followed their boat, stopping on the railings from time to time, preening their feathers and chirping.

On the empty deck in the middle of the freighter, some kind of religious ceremony seemed to be going on: several tall incense burners were smoking, and something similar to an altar was set up at the bow of the ship.

The appearance of this altar was a bit strange, and the alchemist recognized it at a glance. It was a spine, about six or seven feet long, much larger than a normal human spine.

Many people gathered near these facilities. They were all wearing various robes. The monster tattoos on their bodies seemed to have become a signature feature. Two women and a man stood behind the altar and chanted. The crowd would join in the singing from time to time. Voice. They screamed and sang, their voices piercing and blood-curdling.

"Boring, ignorant..."

Lust leaned against the container, lazily looking at the religious ceremony taking place below, and thought to himself.

Raust exploits monster cultists.

But he also despises monster believers.

Genius is always arrogant.

He masters alchemy from three different universes: World of Warcraft's magical alchemy, a kind of potions; Star Wars' Sith alchemy, a means of using the Force to manipulate living things and genes; and Fullmetal's Sith alchemy. Alchemy involves the transformation of all things, and is more like a form of prayer.

Compared to those ethereal gods, Lust feels that he is more like the Creator. Alchemy is the paintbrush of God. The pleasure of manipulating everything, playing with life, transforming matter... This is what gods should have. means.

It's a pity that the Pacific Rim universe is a science fiction universe. There are no basic settings such as spiritual power, the four elements, and the energy of the earth's crust. The external power that Lust can draw on is limited, and there is no way to "use the door of truth to summon terrorists". It's big news like "Abusing the Great Demon". You can only rely on the little bit of force brought by the "rule infection" to pretend to be a god or ghost, and become a monster or an envoy.

The religious rituals of monster believers continue

Lust was thinking about how to leave the ship later.

And what to do with the major plot events that follow.

The only way the alchemist can think of now, the last solution, is to contact the pioneers of another world. As for the operation, everyone knows:

Dr. Newton once had a synaesthesia connection with the monster's secondary brain and obtained many secrets of the monster. The price was that the pioneers of the other world slowly corroded the mind and controlled the mind, and finally became a puppet of the alien.

With Rauster's status in the cult and the black market, it is not difficult to get a Pons bridge device, and Hannibal Zhou also has a reserve of monster secondary brains in his warehouse.

However, the behavior of synaesthetically connected monsters is too dangerous. In order to win a major plot line event, which is not guaranteed to win, one has to risk and pay the risk of being controlled by the pioneers. This is not what everyone wants. Acceptable, at least Lust would definitely not be able to accept it.

The alchemist was restless and clueless.

At this time, a strange thing happened.

Lust's attention was also drawn.

In front of the freighter, waves rolled, and the sea gradually rose. However, those waves did not overturn their ship, but rose higher and higher, and there seemed to be glittering gold inside.

What, monster! ?

It was the only thing Laust could think of.

Could it be...that they actually did it?

They successfully summoned a monster!

"It turns out that the devout faith of monster believers can really summon wormholes and monsters... I underestimated you. After a long time, Pacific Rim is a magical universe..."

The alchemist murmured to himself.

The group of people below also saw the strange changes on the sea, and they all went crazy and ran around on the deck.

Then the waves receded, revealing the true face inside.

That's really a behemoth.

But that's not a monster.

The monster believers shouted in horror.

Because that's a "white scar."

…

The mecha hunter's head emerged from the water and walked towards them, first his chest, then his waist... getting closer and higher, as if stepping on steps in the water.

Lust slowly opened his mouth.

Then, the entire freighter suddenly shook heavily.

The deck began to tilt, and a large number of containers broke the fixed steel cables and slid into the sea one after another. The keel of the freighter seemed to be twisting, the metal groaned sharply, and the ship's side seemed to be getting farther and higher from the sea...

This freighter was lifted by the "White Scars"!

In the head control cabin, the sea water receded slowly.

There are several flapping sea fish on the metal floor, as well as a slowly wriggling conch.

With a depressed look on her face, Zofia spat out a piece of dark green seaweed hanging from her lips with a pop.

Fu Qinghai ignored Zofia's depression. He used a happy mood to admire the panicked men and women on the deck. They abandoned the various monster worship ceremonies they were supposed to hold and fled in panic.

Then, a few people even pulled out their pistols and shot here, trying to stop the "White Scars", but the probability of success was like a mosquito attacking an elephant.

It's not impossible, it's just that the probability is slim.

Someone was running staggeringly on the deck, and then pulled back the waterproof cloth, revealing several launchers of anti-aircraft missiles, which were being operated from behind, as if they were about to fight to the death.

"White Scar" leaned forward, holding the bottom of the freighter firmly with one hand, and gently brushed the deck with the other hand, sweeping down all the containers, launchers, and people on it. It was like a Lego model in its hand, and a bunch of debris fell from the sky into the sea.

Monster worshipers do indeed summon gods.

Too bad he's not the god of monsters.

Rather, it is the divine machine of the God of All Machines——

Titan (Mecha Hunter).

The freighter deck became clean, and "White Scar" held it in front of his head. Fu Qinghai and Zofia looked through the broken masks at Lust, who was holding a railing with one hand on the sloping deck, high in the air. The strong sea breeze blew his cloak, and Fu Qinghai laughed loudly and asked loudly:

"How about it, Luster, do you accept it?"

Before the freighter has sailed into the high seas, the pod-type booster has transported the "White Scar" to the deep sea area. All you have to do is wait on the freighter's only path, and then walk up the slope of the continental shelf to catch the monster believers off guard. .

Lust did not answer Fu Qinghai, perhaps he could not hear clearly. He just stood there and let the sea breeze blow.

"Qing Ming, lock the mecha's current posture."

"Roger that, Master."

After giving the instructions, Fu Qinghai detached himself from the pilot status and put on the Blue Shell Power Armor. The flight pack on his back instantly activated, propelling him to fly out of the crack in the mask and leap over a long distance to the freighter deck.

"boom!"

The Space Marine landed with a crash, holding a chain sword in his left hand and a bolter in his right hand. His eyepiece was scarlet and he looked at the alchemist in front of him quietly.

Lust finally showed a defeated look on his face:

"I'm convinced."

"Aren't you going to fight to the death?"

Fu Qinghai asked curiously:

"Aren't you talking about Force choke, Force push, inertial acceleration, Force blinding... and the like?"

Most of the Force skills do not have any sound, light or electric special effects and are very hidden. When Darth Sidious was still Senator Sheev Palpatine, he often hid in the crowd and quietly used Force skills to interfere with others. Even assassination.

The Force is really Lao Yinbi's favorite.

Lust said calmly:

"The "Book of Sith" that I collected and compiled from documents from past dynasties is at your place, right?"

"That's right."

"You have awakened to the Force before you have systematically learned the Force skills, right?"

"That's right."

"Your Force perception has been as good as mine a long time ago. You learned Force skills from the "Book of Sith" and you know what I know. What's the point of fighting to the death?"

Lust asked rhetorically.

Fu Qinghai had nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, the alchemist had already gone through so much analysis and judgment.

"Fine."

Fu Qinghai raised his green teeth and said:

"So are you ready to die?"

"No!"

Lust raised his head and said:

"I'll make a deal with you, Qingshan."

"What deal?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

The alchemist did not answer immediately, but looked at the huge pod-type booster behind the mecha hunter and said:

"Rocket in the second movie, so you also know how to use monster blood, right?"

"So what?"

Fu Qinghai asked indifferently.

Lust said bluntly:

"I know how to synthesize monster blood!"

oh?

Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows: "It can't be..."

"No, no, it has nothing to do with any alchemical means. It is a synthetic formula that can be directly produced."

After Lust explained, he added:

"You are Captain Astartes. You will definitely establish your own power in the future. Other reincarnators may not be interested in this thing, but it will definitely be very useful to you."

I am already a Chapter Commander and a Company Commander...

Fu Qinghai thinks that your news is a little delayed.

"Why do you think that the grievances between us can be solved with a formula of monster blood?"

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

"We are all adults. In the world of adults, there are only interests. There is no grudges. We are just in different camps. We don't have to fight to the death."

Lust said calmly.

Fu Qinghai has passed the age of reading martial arts novels. The so-called "pleasant grudges" are not very satisfying to him. And indeed, as Lust said, the two of them fought because of opposing camps, which is nothing to talk about. There are personal vendettas in it.

Fu Qinghai curled his lips and said:

"Maybe it makes sense, but... it's not enough."

"What's not enough?"

Laust asked knowingly.

"Nothing is enough. Since you want to discuss interests with me, then I will break it up for you, crush it into pieces, and calculate it carefully: First of all, you are a reincarnation of the pioneer camp, and your reincarnation level should not be low. I will kill you. How many assimilation points can you get? Secondly, you are the wanted bounty target of the Zero World Guild. This is your third life, right? There are a total of 5,000 assimilation points..."

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"Do you think a mere synthetic formula of monster blood is enough to buy your last life?"

Lust said tangledly:

"Then what do you want?"

The chainsword shuddered and hummed.

Fu Qinghai turned the sword flower casually and began to apply pressure:

"It doesn't matter whether we build a force or not. Monster blood is not indispensable to me, but you, Lust, have nothing when you die! You are buying your life, you actually Ask me how much your life is worth? Shouldn’t you ask yourself?”

"this……"

"Are you, Luster, the only one who can synthesize monster blood? To be honest, my teacher is a biological sage from the Cult of the Mechanicus. I have plenty of monster blood samples in my hand. But Jinzao can make it at will. You can synthesize it." Come out, why can’t the Adeptus Mechanicus work? Don’t you think so?”

"you……"

"If you want to settle the score, you killed more than 300 of my crew members in the Warhammer 40K universe. Not long ago, you also killed my colleagues Dr. Newton and Dr. Herman. They are both good people! We are more utilitarian, and we all Calculated in terms of assimilation points, how much do you plan to compensate me?"

"I……"

"The last reincarnation of life, this is a priceless treasure. You ask me to bid, no, I will not bid."

Fu Qinghai placed the artifact Green Teeth Chain Sword across Lust's neck and said word by word:

"I want you to decide for yourself how much you're worth."

To some extent, Fu Qinghai understands Laust.

The more a person thinks of himself as a genius, the more he thinks of himself as a smart person who is superior to others and despises the stupid people, the more he cherishes his own life and the less he dares to do something "out of anger". "Dogs, most of them are scholars who have bad intentions", so what about "a scholar's rebellion will not happen in three years"...

Laust is not just a self-proclaimed genius.

He is indeed a genius.

He has the IQ capital to regard other people as pigs and dogs, but this also means that he will not regard his precious life as the lives of pigs and dogs and sacrifice it casually. As long as he is given a straw, he will Will try my best to catch it.

[You receive 6000 assimilation points from other reincarnations]

Oh, this is coming.

"not enough."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"You just calculated the accounts for a long time, didn't you hear a word? Do you want me to calculate it again?"

"This is my last assimilation point."

"Why is it an integer? Who are you kidding?"

[You receive 3710 assimilation points from other reincarnators]

"Not enough, still not enough!"

Fu Qinghai slowly shook his head.

"It's really the last bit of assimilation points. I was hunted down by the Zero Realm Guild, and you robbed me of all my equipment. I have been penniless for a long time. These are all accumulated later."

Lust said sadly.

"Buzz buzz..."

The sharp and blurry saw blade cut off the hair on his neck.

[You receive 5 reincarnation beacons from other reincarnations]

"Look, isn't there something else like this?"

Fu Qinghai said with a smile.

All the reincarnation props were squeezed out by him.

"continue."

Keep up the pressure, keep up the pressure.

[You receive a flop hand X2 from other reincarnations]

[You received World Anchor X1 from other reincarnators]

The proud and arrogant alchemist had completely lost his spirit. He slumped on the deck and said feebly:

"I'll give you the formula for synthetic monster blood, and you promise to let me go, okay?"

Fu Qinghai put away his chainsword and asked:

"Why are you so sure I will keep my promise?"

Lust raised his head and said seriously:

"I saw the comments on the reincarnation forum. They all said that although you are greedy, you also keep your promises."

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"You are the last one alive, Laust. Even if I kill you now, God knows that you know and I know, and it will not affect my reputation. Besides, I don't care about that thing."

Lust said dejectedly:

"You're right, then do it."

Fu Qinghai suddenly changed his tone and reminded:

"I said, you haven't given me your most precious thing yet? Have you forgotten your 'Laust Formula'?"

Chen Xinlu once popularized science with Fu Qinghai about what the world’s number one alchemist called the “Lauster Formula”:

Use the product of Fullmetal Alchemy to pray → Lose part of the limbs and soul based on the principle of equivalent exchange → Install the mechanical prosthetic limb → The Curse of Flesh re-endows the mechanical prosthetic limb with flesh and soul.

Lust was stunned and said:

"The Curse of Flesh is a void magic that I learned from the prison of the Ancient God after all the hard work. I can't teach you, and you can't use it."

Fu Qinghai said seriously:

"There is always a way, isn't it? No matter what means or methods you use, as long as you give me the curse of flesh and blood, I promise to let you live."

"You said it yourself, you don't care about reputation."

Laust said.

"But you have no choice, right?"

Fu Qinghai said calmly.

In the distance, the PPDC helicopter group has arrived.

Jiang Yixia was sitting on the side of the cabin.

The alchemist can hardly fly even if he has wings.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly. After a mental struggle, he seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his hand and grabbed his neck, and actually tore the skin off. The bloody human skin was torn off along his chest, and the bright red muscle tissue oozed out. Red blood and yellow tissue fluid...

Lust took a breath and said:

"I used the curse of flesh and blood as a void spell, solidified it on my skin, and made it into a scroll that can cast the curse of flesh and blood three times in total. Only the caster, the so-called psyker in your Warhammer 40K universe, can cast it. You let it go. I, how about we cancel everything?"

Fu Qinghai nodded:

"Can."

…………

In the end, Fu Qinghai kept his promise.

The alchemist left alone, dragging his scarred body from self-inflicted wounds plus the overdraft of spells.

Fu Qinghai looked at his leaving figure.

Thinking silently in my heart.

Lust is undoubtedly the kind of guy who is very capable of causing trouble. He can be called a terrorist in the world of reincarnation. He is not lacking in IQ, understanding, and scheming. If you put him in a universe with magical settings, he can definitely mess up the whole world. The world is turned upside down.

Fu Qinghai also thought about whether to turn against him or not.

But in the end he was let go.

"The body of the monster 'Abomination', I remember, is the most complete one. I told PPDC before to take good care of it. Where is the body now?"

In the helicopter, Fu Qinghai turned around and asked.

A staff member replied:

"Doctor, the body has been stored in the Xiangjiang base. According to your requirements, it is well preserved."

"very good."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said:

"Prepare to launch the nuclear wormhole attack plan!"

…………

Thanks to the book friends for the unintentional reward.