Infinite Metaverse

The journey through the Warp is difficult.

This is even more true when traveling through warp storms.

The decommissioned frigate and strike cruiser are hard-connected together in a simple and crude way, which slows down the movement of the two ships to a certain extent, but that can only be done.

It’s not that it can only be this way, but it must be this way. People sometimes compare the Warp to ocean currents, but this is an oversimplified comparison. The subspace tide not only flows in the space in front of you, but also flows in another dimension, and also flows in different times. Therefore, it is almost impossible for a ship to track another ship in the subspace, so the Alva must be tightly connected to the cruiser and cannot be separated for a moment.

The crew in the cabin heard something scratching from the outside of the ship, like nails digging on a blackboard, sharp and piercing, like a siren in ancient mythology.

The fear of the unknown is always scary.

Fu Qinghai stood on the bridge wearing a ghost armor, his eyes under the eyepiece coldly swept through the portholes. Among the colorful tides outside the Geller force field, some hazy outlines loomed with the waves, wandering around the battleship - if not He was in a hurry now and had to reach the Screaming Vortex before the battleship's Geller force field failed. Fu Qinghai even wanted to shut down the merchant ship's Geller force field, and then go out to kill them, so that these subspace creatures would understand that this piece of fat was not only a prick. mouth, and can also pierce the throat.

The navigator is immersed in a spherical oil tank-like device on the navigator's spire, which can be seen as a shrink-down monkey version of the battleship Suzheng's subspace sextant.

The Navigator's eyes widened in his forehead, staring intently into the Warp, the mutated eye that allowed him to sense these psychic tides and whirlpools of emotional fusion. The psychic energy pulled the force field shield tightly like waves pulling on leaves. Although there was no real sense of movement, the navigator could feel the battleship rushing forward in his mind, traveling through time and space at an incredible speed. Riding on a violent and turbulent ocean current, the ship traveled a distance of nearly three thousand light years in a matter of seconds.

Nothing is certain about this sea of ​​souls, and its strange workings mean that the tide sometimes turns back, or that it's impossible to find at all. But at least this time, at least for a brief period of time, it allowed the ship to travel faster, completely through the storm surrounding the Marquez King sector, and all the way to the screaming vortex.

The navigator knew very well that even for a mutated human like him who was born specifically for navigation, staring at the highest sky for a long time was still an extremely dangerous behavior. He could feel the dark vortex and vicious tendrils tugging at the edges of his thoughts all the time. In just an hour, he already had a splitting headache, was exhausted, and was about to collapse.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

In a violently agitated oily liquid.

The navigator held his head and shouted.

The vocal cords in the throat vibrated disorderly.

…

Fu Qinghai received Saroyan's notice.

En route to the bridge of the Spear of Russ.

When he arrived here, the Navigator Spire was already surrounded by armed sailors and Space Marines. Fu Qinghai reached out and pushed aside the shoulders of several Space Wolves. Under their alert and suspicious eyes, he squeezed into this small space. place, looking at the messy scene in front of him and the cage.

A metal sphere fixed inside the spire cracked completely, and energy escaped from the cracks. Transparent oily liquid was everywhere, gurgling along the gaps in the bulkhead and submerging the broken cables. Wisps of tiny lightning flashes in the air. The mid curls fly and pop across the room.

"Our navigator is crazy."

Saroyan turned around and sighed.

"Insanity?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and asked.

"More than that, look there."

Saroyan raised his hand and pointed to the iron cage.

Fu Qinghai's eyes turned to the black cage, where a humanoid creature was imprisoned. You can identify him from the fragments of gorgeous robes that remain on his body - this is the former navigator. But at this time, his body had undergone serious mutations and became hideous. His hands and feet turned into scaly webbed claws, and black horn buds sprouted from both sides of his forehead.

"When I got the alert and came over."

Saroyan Skasson bared his teeth and said:

"I saw him burying his head in his assistant's chest and devouring the entrails of his blood relative."

The navigator's assistants are usually brothers and sisters in the same navigator family. They failed to grow the eye on their forehead, so they serve relatives in the family who have more successful mutations and more outstanding talents.

As if seeing Fu Qinghai coming, the former navigator, who was jumping up and down in the cage like an animal, suddenly became quiet. He let go of the iron railing he was holding on to, and slowly sat up. A twisted and weird smile appeared on his face. He stared at Fu Qinghai with his lifeless black greasy eyes and spoke human words. said:

"Green hills, green hills..."

An inhuman hoarse voice came from deep in his throat, completely different from the navigator's original gentle voice - this was a demon host, Fu Qinghai confirmed, walked a few steps forward and squatted in front of the cage to stare at the twisted creature:

"you know me?"

"Qingshan...hiss!"

The demon host licked his lips and smiled:

"Yunyun sent me to tell you, don't even think about leaving here...hehe. Yongyun wants you to stay here, the Lord of Changes wants you to stay here...never, never leave!"

The devil seemed not to be accustomed to this human body, nor to the vocal cords in his throat. His words were broken and unclear, but everyone present understood them.

"Creak..."

Saroyan heard the sound of the claws of the gauntlet being clenched. Even though he was wearing a helmet, the Space Wolf could still detect a strong anger rising around him.

"Wow!"

Fu Qinghai tore off the arm-thick railing with a swipe of his claws, reached in and grabbed the demon host's neck, pulled him out completely, and lifted him in front of him. The face of the demon host was almost in front of this terrifying and ferocious mask, and a suppressed angry voice sounded from the depths of the sharp-toothed mouth with alienated breathing valves:

"You don't know who you're provoking, devil!"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

The demon host smiled nonchalantly.

"Green Mountain."

Saroyan Skasson frowned and said.

Fu Qinghai raised his paw and gently stroked the demon host's head, and then tightened his grip. The horned head was instantly crushed like a tattered watermelon, and the red and white flesh squeezed out from between the shells. It came out, staining Fu Qinghai's palms red... But the matter was not over yet. His spiritual vision goggles clearly saw the demon inside the severed head.

This Tzeentchian daemon also wants to return to the Sea of ​​Souls.

Saroyan Skasson and others saw that after Fu Qinghai crushed the head of the demon host, he dug into the headless corpse. There seemed to be some invisible object in the claws, and something emerged between the claws. Dots of blue light shone, and then a sharp, ear-piercing scream suddenly sounded from inside the minaret:

"Ahhhh! Let go, let go!"

"I curse you, Qingshan, I curse you!"

Then the Space Wolves saw with horror that Qingshan grabbed the invisible object and put it to his mouth. The breathing valve cracked and turned into a big mouth that kept swallowing and biting. The inexplicable screams in the air became more and more fierce and accompanied by pain. And struggling moans.

The voice finally disappeared completely.

Fu Qinghai slowly stood up.

"What did you eat, Qingshan?"

Saroyan asked in shock.

"demon."

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"My armor ate it up."

After Fu Qinghai finished speaking, he took off his helmet.

Showing his still angry face.

"The navigator dies, what happens next?"

Saroyan asked in a deep voice.

"Take me to the prophet."

Fu Qinghai's face was as dark as water.

…

Lower deck, an ordinary cabin.

Fu Qinghai and Saroyan came here.

Standing on the left and right of the hatch were two gun-wielding Space Wolves Space Marines, with a giant Thunderwolf crawling at their feet. After Blindsight decided to cooperate with Fu Qinghai and Saroyan, her personal treatment was slightly improved and she was moved from the bilge prison to the lower deck. However, she was still under house arrest when she was not needed and could not move around in the battleship at will. Move around.

Saroyan nodded to the Space Marine at the door.

They moved aside the hatch and pressed to unlock the door.

The hatches slid open to both sides.

Fu Qinghai saw the blind girl sitting beside the bed.

He strode in and asked straight to the point:

"You expected it, right?"

"What?"

Blindsight asked, looking up.

"Death of a Navigator."

Fu Qinghai stared down at her and repeated:

"Sanguinius, reversed, premature battle and sacrifice."

Blindsight heard this and shook his head:

"That's just your interpretation, Qingshan."

"Listen, Blindsight."

Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and said:

"The death of the navigator has put us in a desperate situation. Now there is no other way. You must play your role, not a vague prophecy like the Emperor's Tarot, but a definite direction, otherwise we will all die in the subspace. .”

"When we leave the subspace, will you kill me too? What's the difference?"

Blindsight sat on the edge of the bed, looking ahead blankly with his gray and cloudy eyes, and asked calmly.

"If you can lead us through the storm and return to the real universe, I will not kill you. This is my promise."

Fu Qinghai said every word seriously.

Blindsight raised his head and "looked" at Fu Qinghai:

"You have always been a person who keeps your promises. You have always been. I believe in you, Qingshan."

After saying that, Blindsight took out a delicate little snuff bottle from the collar of his corset, snapped his fingers deftly with his thumb, and then opened it. Inside the snuff bottle was a crystalline powder that shone like crushed emerald.

"Elixir of death?"

Fu Qinghai exclaimed in a low voice.

Of course he knew this contraband.

The undead elixir originates from the hive world of Necromunda. A mutated fungus will grow in the heavily rotten food accumulated over thousands of years in the hive. By extracting the green powder from the spores of this fungus, you can obtain the legendary elixir. Death elixir.

This powder has a refreshing effect, but it is said that drinking too much will open a "channel" between one's soul and body. If the soul is strong enough, the user can directly absorb the power of the subspace. Relatively weak souls will be sucked away in the opposite direction, and the soul will be completely lost in nothingness. Therefore, this dangerous medicine is also strictly prohibited by the empire.

Chen Xinlu had taken this medicine when he led a group of illegal psychics to rebel in the hive city. So Fu Qinghai had seen the elixir of death and knew its effects.

"Yes, Qingshan."

Blindsight chuckled.

She pinched two fingers of her right hand, poured a handful of green powder on the tiger's mouth, brought it close to the tip of her nose and took a deep breath, then rubbed her nose vigorously and blinked her cloudy eyes.

For a moment she seemed to be staring directly at the bulkhead in front of her, at the reflection on the wall. Fu Qinghai couldn't imagine what she "saw" there. The vast sea or the boundless starry sky? Or maybe there is a constant chaotic flow of unnatural energy? An indescribable ethereal landscape, like a tide of color, emotion, and psychic energy? The violent front of the soul space crashes into the ethereal clouds?

Maybe I didn't see anything.

Maybe you see it but can't describe it.

Blindsight uses an almost chant-like voice.

Gently open your lips and sing slowly:

"I saw that we randomly chose a direction, and then hit the waves and were smashed to pieces... I saw that we chose a direction again, but were carried to the end of the endless ocean by the ocean current, and finally died... I saw... …I see it…oh, I finally see it!”

Blindsight suddenly stood up.

He held Fu Qinghai's hand and said excitedly:

"I know what to do!"

"What? What did you see?"

Fu Qinghai asked quickly.

"Whale! Whale!"

Blindsight is like a drug addict overdosing on drugs.

Uncontrollable salivation and nasal discharge.

His face was flushed with excitement and intoxication.

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1. Some readers may like to read mindless novels. The protagonist solves the subspace storm by just opening a hack, and then kills and kills and kills everything... Then I'm sorry, I will follow the rules in Warhammer 40K. It’s written in a setting, that’s how I like to write. The subspace storm is very unsolvable. If you want to pass the game with just a few plug-ins, please move on to other books.