Infinite Metaverse

The air echoed with the metallic roar of bolters and the scream of rotating assault cannons and flamethrowers as they sprayed barrage and flames across the decks. Every breath of air carried a pungent odor—it was the propellant of mass blast bombs, or it might be the ozone produced when high-temperature metal is burned.

The Space Marines of the Black Legion formed a huge hunting team and traveled through the Eternal Crusade, wiping out the Black Templar combat teams they encountered one by one, slaughtering even the unarmed mortal crew members, and wasting their lives without restraint. Holding precious ammunition, as if they have a huge inventory of ammunition and fuel that can be squandered at will.

All vigilance has been thrown away, and all reason has been overwhelmed by the desire to kill. Since entering the battleship, these Chaos Space Marines have been like a group of wild horses running wild, killing and destroying wantonly. It is obvious that they can no longer be restrained by any order—— Even if Kayan wanted to restrain him, he couldn't.

The Black Templar Space Marines met their hatred with fury, charging along every intersection against the loose ranks of intruders into their territory. Time and time again, the Chaos Space Marines were blocked by shield walls made of ceramite armor. As far as the eye could see, there were only flashing blades and roaring chainsaws.

"Kayan, I know you're watching."

The warrior named "Amural" said with an evil smile. He pulled out the roaring chain saw long-handled ax from the chest of a Black Templar Space Marine, and blood splashed all over the shin of his iron boots as the saw teeth flew. A, took a slight breath and asked:

"Tell me, am I the fastest?"

The Glory Queen-class battleship was so big that the Black Legion devoted three Chaos warbands to it, one of which was the Sunless Blade composed entirely of Terminators, led by Abaddon himself. Even so, the Chaos Space Marines still need to divide their forces into multiple groups and strive to paralyze the command flagship as soon as possible. The environmental interference inside the ship prevented them from communicating effectively, but Kayon's psychic abilities were not affected.

"No, you are not, Amulal."

Kayan conveyed his thoughts in his heart and said:

"Telemanon is progressing faster than you. He and his Screaming Mask have penetrated the entire lower deck and are currently advancing towards the bottom cabin area. You are already lagging behind."

"Hmph, that damn emperor's son of a bitch."

Amulal said with a cold snort.

Telemanon was once a Space Marine affiliated with the Emperor's Children. His sword skills were outstanding, and he ranked first in the Black Legion in terms of combat skills alone. At the same time, this Chaos Space Marine who believes in Slaanesh is also a pervert. He burned a smiling silver mask red and covered his face. In addition, he has always coveted the Dark Eldar Scourge girl under Kayan, like a tortured girl. Craving as much as voyeurism.

Kayan doesn't like this guy either.

But he had to admit it.

Telemanon is really strong.

He even clamored to kill Sigismund.

Although Chaos Space Marines' equipment generally lacks maintenance compared to Loyal Space Marines, the former tend to have richer combat experience. At this stage, every Chaos Space Marine in the Black Legion is a veteran of the Great Crusade and the Heresy. The long years of seven hundred years have not aged their bodies at all. On the contrary, the bloody battles in the Eye of Terror have further honed their combat skills.

The Black Templars were at a disadvantage from the start.

They were forced to shrink their defenses and retreat.

Everything was planned and expected by Abaddon.

…

The bilge prison of the Eternal Crusade.

Telemanon led the Screaming Masks warband and charged into the battle. These Chaos Space Marines were bleeding profusely, sweating profusely, and spitting poisonous oaths. Fists and pistol butts smashed against helmets, chainswords screamed and cut through the joints of armor, or usedlessly scratched sparks on reinforced armor plates.

Telemanon needs space to wield his swords. In close combat, Space Marines often need fighting short swords instead of dueling long swords. There are many times when his blades cannot be used due to angle problems, or After successfully killing the opponent, he was stuck by the corpse of the Black Templar warrior, making it difficult to pull out the weapon. Even so, he remains unstoppable.

The passage in the bilge prison was too narrow, and in front of them was a group of Space Marines who were advancing one after another. They shouted war cries and vows of loyalty to the Emperor, and constantly charged the traitors head-on. The men behind Telemanon were cursing anxiously, unable to break through the tight formation to kill the enemies they had waited countless centuries to finally face.

Until the last Black Templar fell.

Telemanon pulled out the two swords from the corpse and waved the sword to shake off the blood stained on the blade tip. The Slaanesh warrior looked around, content with the deadly grace of his killing skills. He spat at the black Templar warrior at his feet, and the saliva mixed with blood flowed slowly down the metal relief of the double-headed Aquila on the breastplate.

"We have cleared the bilge..."

Telema's words were not finished yet.

Suddenly I saw the corner at the end of the passage.

A black-armored warrior stepped out of the stairs.

Looking at the space warrior with upward curved horns on both sides of his helmet and metal bat wings growing on his power backpack, he frowned under the Telemanon mask and asked:

"Which warband are you from?"

"Why haven't I seen you?"

He subconsciously thought that the other party was other Chaos Space Marines from the Black Legion, who happened to be attacking from the other end, but he was just wondering why the other party was alone.

"Hehehehe."

The breathing valve on the face of the black-armored warrior cracked into a three-petal mouth with sharp teeth, and a red light glowed in the eyepiece:

"I am Qingshan Khan."

Qingshan·Khan?

Telemanon thought about the name.

Suddenly he thought of something and his expression suddenly changed.

The former son of the emperor raised his long sword and pointed it at the black-armored warrior. The silver mask with a permanent smile on his face could not hide the shock in his voice:

"Are you the Qingshan Khan who carved the words on the face of Immortal Lucius?"

"Oh? You actually know me?"

Fu Qinghai was also surprised when he heard this.

He analyzed two key pieces of information from this sentence: First, Lucius, chosen by Slaanesh, was indeed not dead, and second, others saw the words on his face:

Qingshan Khan's men were defeated.

"Lucius is such a masochist. He is not ashamed but proud of it? And he showed it to you?"

Fu Qinghai smiled as he strolled over.

Telemanon put on a defensive posture and said in a deep voice:

"No, Lucius later cut off that piece of flesh, but everyone in our legion saw it."

Ah, that’s it.

Fu Qinghai understood immediately.

No wonder the other Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Terror don't recognize him, but the guy in front of him has heard of his name - because both he and Lucius were once members of the Third Legion. It seems that his name is currently only spread among the Emperor's Children, and Fu Qinghai probably knows it.

"I have heard that the Third Legion generally believes in Slaanesh. I have also heard that for those who believe in Slaanesh, pain and death are the ultimate enjoyment and joy."

Fu Qinghai opened his claws and slowly approached with an evil smile:

"So, are you ready to accept this supreme feast of pleasure that I bestow upon you?"

"You didn't even ask me my name?"

Telemanon asked through gritted teeth as he clenched his swords.

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said calmly:

"I don't need to know."

After saying that, he opened his arms and pounced forward.

"Fire!"

Telemanon stepped back and shouted.

The Chaos Space Marines of the Screaming Masks warband, who were waiting behind them, immediately pulled the trigger after hearing this. In an instant, the barrage of explosive bombs, plasma blasts and fan-shaped flames immediately flooded the narrow passage with a small space in front of them.

This passage was already filled with corpses, both from the Black Templar and the Black Legion, lying on the floor or leaning against the wall. Telemanon heard the crack of bolts piercing armor, but wasn't sure if it was the man.

"Wow——"

Two slender claws pierced the flames and attacked!

Telemanon was already prepared to immediately raise his sword to block. The cracking arc was triggered between the blue claw blades and crackled. Telemanon parried while retreating, hoping to lure the opponent deeper into his own siege - a critical moment. Telemanon abandoned the pride and arrogance of the followers of Slaanesh.

Telemanon thought he was a master of swordsmanship, but no matter how exquisite he was, he couldn't compare to the Chosen One of Slaanesh. And the famous Flawless Blade, Lucius the Immortal, was only defeated by the man in front of him. Telemanon was even more afraid to fight, and only wanted to use the human sea tactic to drown the opponent.

Telemanon waved his swords and shouted:

"I am the Screaming Prince Telemanon! I am the leader of the Screaming Masks war gang! I am the best swordsman in the Black Legion! Remember my name, Qingshan Khan, I am..."

"Uh-huh!"

An iron claw stabbed into his forehead.

Telemanon's movements froze, and his eyes under the silver mask struggled to move from side to side. Only then did he realize that the opponent had already taken the time to kill all the Chaos Space Marines around him - the pair of giant metal skeletons behind him - before thrusting directly into his face. The bat wing, the hook at the tip of the wing, had just been pulled out of the eyepiece of a Chaos Space Marine helmet, bringing out a cluster of pulpy brain tissue.

"Sorry, didn't hear you clearly."

Fu Qinghai said indifferently.

Then clench the paw of your right hand firmly.

"Pfft."

Telemanon's head cracked open.

The headless corpse knelt slumped in front of him.

[You killed the Screaming Prince Telemanon...]

[Reward assimilation points...]

A long-lost cold voice sounded in my mind.

Fu Qinghai lamented in his heart that it was really not easy. The big events of the plot line had begun. Now, he finally killed the first member of the Black Legion and got the first assimilation point reward. This was completely different from the past. It was so sad.

"Tsk, it's not quite tasty, Qingshan."

Valak smacked his lips and said.

"I want to eat hot and sour food, Brother Qingshan."

Mimiko was also coquettishly showing off to him.

"What is sour and spicy?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and asked casually.

The narrow passage that was originally filled with corpses was now filled with huge corpses of Space Marines from both sides of the war. It became more and more crowded, and he could only squeeze through sideways. Seeing so many fresh Space Marine corpses piled in front of him, Fu Qinghai could hardly move his legs.

"It's the spirit body of the devil, Qingshan."

Chu Renmei explained for her:

"Demon spirits contain extremely strong emotional energy. They are all entities composed of pure spiritual energy. In comparison, human souls are still too dull and boring."

"Humph, you are so naughty."

Fu Qinghai snorted coldly.

I ignored the eight demons' request.

Instead, he looked at the corpses around him and lost in thought.

A development path that the Iron Buddha Chapter has always resolutely implemented is to expand its membership by harvesting the gene seeds of Chaos Space Marines. The biggest constraint limiting the continued expansion of the war group is the number of gene seeds. Chaos Space Marine gene seeds need to be carefully screened and screened, but it is better than nothing, and Fu Qinghai cannot bear to let it go.

But now the battle situation is urgent. Fu Qinghai doesn't know where the black army has advanced, nor does he know when the duel between Abaddon and Sigismund will come. Extracting gene seeds requires patience and a little time. Fu Qinghai does not have time to harvest the seeds and fight forward at the same time.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him.

Fu Qinghai turned around and took out the white suitcase and opened it. A group of silver-gray nano-metal particles poured out of it. These particles quickly fell to the ground and stacked up to form an outline of a black gold power armor. It was the long-lost Blue Shell. .

"Qing Ming."

Fu Qinghai looked at Qingzhike and said:

"You come and help me harvest the gene seeds."

"Understood, Master."

The power armor responded stiffly.

Then the empty armor raised one arm, and the particles of the arm armor changed for a while, transforming into a standard Hagen-type medical needle, the standard equipment of the Space Marine Apothecary. The power armor then leaned over and crouched down, inserted the bone drill into the corpse's neck, and began to methodically and quickly extract the mature gene seeds.

"Move quickly and follow my pace."

Fu Qinghai gave another instruction and walked forward.

The artificial intelligence in the Blue Shell is just a clone created by Qing Ming himself. It is a bit rigid and dull and lacks the agility and intelligence of Qing Ming - I don’t know if Qing Ming did it intentionally. But at least it can solve the problem Fu Qinghai is facing now and help him extract gene seeds.

Suddenly Fu Qinghai raised his head suddenly.

He sensed a sense of prying eyes.

But when he checked his surroundings again.

There was obviously no living thing in the entire passage.

"What's going on? Do you feel it?"

Fu Qinghai asked the eight demons vigilantly.

"Someone just tried to get into your mind."

Freddie chuckled and said:

"It's like making you dream during the day."

"But we blocked it, Qingshan."

Valak immediately came out to take credit.

"who is it?"

Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. That guy ran very fast. His soul perception retreated at the slightest touch and disappeared quickly."

Valak replied honestly.

…

At this time, the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

Kayan put his hands on the edge of the control panel and suddenly opened his closed eyes. His eyes were dull and his mouth was half-opened. He was breathing heavily, as if he still hadn't come back to his senses.

Just now, just now, he witnessed it with his own eyes.

Telemanon and his Screaming Mask warband.

No one was left alive, and the entire army was wiped out.

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1. I uploaded pictures of Telemanon, the way it looked before joining the Black Legion and the way it looked after joining the Black Legion. As a result, both pictures were swallowed. It was inexplicable and I had no idea what the point of this review mechanism was.