Infinite Metaverse

Presented in front of Fu Qihai is a cruel picture, collapsed ruins, twisted steel bridges, broken corpses everywhere, a little giant in dirty white power armor sitting slumped in front of the ruins, dried blood scabs and Half-dried fresh blood plasma spread a dark red carpet in front of him, his entire lower limbs were suppressed by a huge metal pipe, his legs were visibly distorted and deformed, the broken leg armor mixed with flesh and blood .

But he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. This man with a swollen face had a big Ronaldo-like haircut. If Fu Qihai was familiar with Chogris culture, he would know that this hairstyle is called a bun.

The Afu-headed little giant looked suspiciously at Fu Qihai, who was holding a stun gun, like watching an ant lift a toothpick.

"So...you have been preparing for a long time, and you plan to use this thing to deal with me?" He finally spoke, it was that hoarse and rough voice.

"It's self-protection, Your Excellency." Fu Qihai responded calmly, instead of continuing to move forward, he began to observe.

Although his power armor is covered with scorched laser marks and various cutting scratches, and the legion emblem has been blurred, Fu Chenghai still has a bone-white background, blood-red trim dotted with light golden lines, and shoulders. It is identified on the decorative twine on the armor.

White Scars, V Legion.

"Are you from Chogris?" The fleshy little giant frowned and looked at Fu Qihai's rather oriental appearance.

"No, I'm from the Hive Capital of the Levante." Fu Qihai responded while observing the space warrior's hands.

It was empty, with neither a bolter nor a power sword.

"He came from the same place as them." Fu Qihai raised his chin, pointed to the broken corpse on the ground, and added.

He has already identified that those torn corpses are exactly Hiderick and others.

The space warrior followed Fu Qihai's gaze and looked down at his feet, and smiled: "Hahaha, so, like them, are you going to get something from me, an unarmed warrior whose feet are trapped?"

"No, I just wanted to talk to you."

Of course Fu Qihai is not stupid, an unarmed star warrior is also a star warrior, and with his bare hands, he can tear a nest like Cedric into two pieces, literally tearing it into two pieces.

And Fu Qihai also judged that this space warrior is very cunning, his legs are trapped, and he lacks the ability to move. In theory, as long as Xiedric and others don't get close to him, they will not be in danger, but now they are wiped out by the group, it is very likely It was he who pretended to be weak to lure Hedric and others to him, and then tore them to pieces with each hand.

This is also the reason why Lazur was able to escape back to the stronghold in the face of a space warrior before dying.

"You are a warrior with white scars." Fu Qihai asked while looking at the legs of the interstellar warrior that were crushed by the metal pipe.

Faced with such an injury, a normal person would have already died of excessive blood loss from the aorta in the leg. Fu Qihai had no choice but to lament the tenacious vitality of the space warrior. Of course, this is also the result of repairing part of the power armor life support system. The hemostatic gel solidified at the crack, but it still couldn't stop part of the blood and tissue fluid from flowing to the floor, mixing with the half-dried plasma in front of him.

"I know a lot." The space warrior looked at Fu Qihai in front of him with great interest.

"What should I call you?" Fu Qihai lowered the tip of the gun slightly, relaxed a little, and took a small step forward, but still did not dare to lose vigilance.

"Ogotai, Ogotai Mangnut, if you are a soldier of our army, you can still call me Ogotai Nayan Khan." The burly man replied, still relaxed The expression, the corners of the mouth even evoked a slight arc.

Yo, still an officer, a company commander.

The Empire's Space Marine Legion naturally has a fixed combat organization, with squad-level combat squads and company-level combat companies, but each legion has different divisions and names according to the tactical habits and cultural customs of its Primarch himself. Law.

For example, the battle company of the White Scars Legion is called the Brotherhood, and the company commander is called "Nayan Khan".

These names come from the native cultural customs of Chogris, the home planet of the White Scars Legion and its main conscription planet.

Even though Fu Qihai knew that the White Scars had been the Emperor's loyal legion during the entire Horus Rebellion, he still did not dare to take it lightly.

Because he also knew that in the early days of the Horus Rebellion, nearly half of the white-scarred space warriors quietly chose to side with the Warmaster, intending to play a game of war, while the Primarch Jaghatai Khan landed on Prospero. Take actual control of the Legion's fleet while on the surface.

Although it did not succeed in the end, it also showed that the White Scars were not united internally, and there were quite a few youngsters who refused to accept the command of the Primarch. Who knows if the White Scars fighters in front of them are rebels.

Fu Qihai took another step forward, and said:

"Uh... respectful Ogedei Nayan Khan, as I said before, I am an ordinary legal citizen of the empire's Cheslatan planetary colony. I have no malicious intentions. I have noticed your current situation. Hope that helps you get out of trouble."

"But," without waiting for Wo Kuotai to speak, Fu Qihai continued, "Before that, I have one last question."

Fu Qihai took a deep breath, looked directly into Wo Kuotai's eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Are you loyal?"

Hearing this sentence, the White Scar Warrior's original expression of disapproval suddenly changed, his brows were instantly frowned, his sharp gaze was directed at Fu Chenghai's eyes, and a deep voice was squeezed out from his throat and between his teeth, saying word by word:

"Boy, I have fought for the empire and the Khan for two hundred years, and I didn't let you, a ridiculous mortal, question my loyalty!"

By the last sentence, he was almost snarling.

This sentence seemed to touch his back, and he went on to roar: "We fought from Ullanor to Prospero, we hunted down every ship and everyone of the traitors, and the bodies of my brothers are still floating in the sea. In space above your head!"

"You! You are a humble and pitiful mortal, you dare to doubt me with a lighter in hand? Come to judge me?"

The white-scarred soldier was so angry that he grabbed a broken arm and was about to throw it at Fu Chenghai.

"I..." Before Wo Kuotai could finish cursing, Fu Qihai slammed the tip of the electric shock gun into the half-dried plasma in front of him.

"Crack!" The powerful voltage from the battleship energy instantly penetrated the blood plasma, directly connecting to Wo Kuotai's lower body soaked with blood, tissue fluid and gel.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Of course he saw the electric shock gun held by Fu Qihai, but the slender barrel of the gun made the warrior with white scars judge that the power of this thing would at most make the star warrior's body tremble, and it was impossible to cause any harm.

This thing is really just a civilian animal trap, not even a weapon in theory.

He was careless.

"Chi~" A puff of white smoke rose from the end of the gun barrel, and after one shot, the electric shock gun burned down as promised.

Wo Kuotai also stopped trembling, and he sat on the ground blankly, his eyes a little absent-minded.

The severed arm that had been raised in his hand fell down with a "click".

"Huh..." Fu Qihai breathed a sigh of relief. From Wo Kuotai's tone, he probably judged that this space warrior should belong to the loyal camp, but his small body couldn't withstand the hatred of a space warrior. So just let him calm down first.

A few seconds later, Wo Kuotai blinked his eyes and finally recovered.

When he came back to his senses, he glared at Fu Qihai: "You boy..."

"Don't, don't, calm down, Khan, I just want you to calm down!" Fu Qihai quickly raised his hands and threw the stun gun on the ground, indicating that he had no weapons.

"I am a loyal citizen of the empire. I am on your side. I also hate Horus. I love the emperor just like I love my father!" Fu Qinghai said quickly.

"Please calm down. You are in a very bad state now. In order to prove my sincerity, I will find a way to rescue you." Fu Qihai backed up while talking.

"You..." Wo Kuotai was a little stunned, watching Fu Qihai turn around and run out of the gate.

After a while, he heard the roar of a jet motorcycle engine.

Wo Kuotai saw Fu Qihai coming in dragging a long iron chain. Fu Qihai went to one end of the metal pipe and squatted down, trying to tie the chain to the heavy pipe.

Wo Kuotai understood what he wanted to do.

At this time, a young girl appeared by the gate with her head protruding. She glanced at the corpse, broken arms and plasma inside, covered her mouth and retched, then quickly retracted.

After tying it up, Fu Qihai tugged hard, and after making sure it was secure, he walked up to Wo Kuotai and said, "Hold it."

"Hmph," Wo Kuotai sneered disdainfully: "I'm an Astarte, am I afraid of pain?"

I'm afraid you have forgotten how miserable you were screaming just now... Fu Qihai slandered in his heart, without saying anything, he turned and walked out of the gate.

The roar of the engine sounded again, and the iron chain was instantly stretched straight.

The straight iron chain turned at the corner of the gate, and with the pull of the jet motorcycle outside, the iron ring was pulled out of the gate one by one "click, click".

The metal pipe also began to move slowly, and the heavy pipe moved outward like a millstone against the Space Marine's legs.

"Hiss..." Even though the flesh and blood of his legs had already died, facing such torture, which affected the nerves at the base of his thighs, Wo Kuotai still hissed in pain.

The metal pipe was finally pulled away.

Wo Kuotai's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The tranquilizers and analgesics built into the power armor had already been exhausted in previous battles. He was now fighting the pain with perseverance.

"Ha..." Wo Kuotai gasped, looked at his crushed legs, and thought to himself, "I might be sent to the dreadnought..."

Fu Qihai walked in again.

[You saved the life of the white-scarred interstellar warrior Okudei Mannut, and reached the milestone event of the stage! 】

That familiar cold voice appeared again.

[Start calculating assimilation points... 209 points]

OJBK! Fu Qihai, who successfully earned assimilation points, gave a secret praise in his heart.

Wo Kuotai, who was staring at his legs, looked up at Fu Qihai and said, "I can't stand, and I can't walk."

"It's okay, I'll drag you away with an iron plate." Fu Qinghai expressed his thoughts.

Wo Kuotai pondered for a while, and said: "Yes, but you have to do me a favor first. Behind the wall behind me, there should be several corpses of the sons of Horus. You can bring one here. If you have a power weapon, take it too."

Fu Qihai walked around to the wall behind Wo Kuotai as he said, and there were indeed two corpses of space warriors in gray-green painted armor lying behind the wall, both wearing helmets, and one had been half buried in the collapsed building. among the ruins.

Fu Qihai was determined that the enemy of an enemy is a friend. The Sons of Horus were almost all hardcore Warmasters, and only a very small number were loyal to the emperor. The white scars who fought with the Sons of Horus were almost certainly loyalists.

Fu Qihai found a power sword, and it lay quietly by the hand of a son of Horus.

From the shape point of view, this is a wide-bladed broadsword with an arc-shaped grid. The hilt is long enough for Fu Qinghai to hold it with both hands. However, compared to the size of the space warrior's palm and the ratio of the hilt to the blade Judging from it, this should be a one-handed sword.

There are only simple decorative patterns on the hilt and sword grid, and the runes inscribed in Low Gothic characters are the names of the foundry world it was produced from. It is not considered a precision weapon, which means that the person holding it is not an officer.

Fu Qihai picked up the power sword with some difficulty. For Fu Qihai, it was too heavy to swing. After all, it was a weapon designed for space fighters.

Fu Qihai couldn't put it down, his sea of ​​consciousness was constantly fluctuating since he saw the sword. Fu Qinghai lightly pressed a button on the hilt.

"Zi..." There was an imperceptible hum, and the entire blade was instantly wrapped in a faint blue force field, with white arcs flickering around, and the blue light from the blade slightly illuminated the dark cabin .

The sword's disintegration field generator is still functional.

"Boy, be careful, don't touch that piece of blue light, be careful to cut off your own head." Wo Kuotai's hoarse voice came from behind.

Wo Kuotai heard the sound of the power sword starting, which was all too familiar to the space warriors.

Of course Fu Qihai would not be so stupid as to touch this blue energy field with his hand.

The cracking force field is the core of the power weapon, it can directly destroy the molecular bonds of the solid matter it comes into contact with, and it can almost disintegrate all solid matter. Power weapons are the standard configuration of space fighters, and they are also the configuration of some mortal high-ranking officers, but this is not a bad technology. At least many alien races do not have the technology to manufacture power weapons, and even many human-forged worlds after 40,000 years do not. Then have the ability to manufacture power weapons.

This standard power sword can be sold for a high price in the Levante nest where Fu Qihai was originally located.

Fu Qiguan dropped the cleavage force field generator, returned to Okuotai with the power sword, put the sword in his hand, and went back behind the wall, using all his might to smash the corpse of a son of Horus Drag it to the side of Wokuotai.

Wo Kuotai picked up the power sword, waved it skillfully twice, and said to Fu Qihai: "In the power backpack behind the corpse, find the storage compartment of the life support system. The armor is made of MK5, I think it is on the side, try to find one..."

"Is it this?" Before he could say anything, Fu Qihai pulled out a device holding various unknown liquids from the side of the power backpack.

"Huh? You kid... have you been exposed to power armor before?" Wo Kuotai looked up and down at Fu Qihai in surprise.

From the torso to the hands and feet are all flesh and blood, not like the monks of the Mechanicus...

"For the first time, you can understand it as talent." Fu Qihai explained casually.

Fu Qihai took this life-support device, went to the side of Wokuotai, found the same equipment and pulled it out. The liquid tube inside was empty, and Fu Qihai inserted the device from the Son of Horus into it.

"Hum..." Wo Kuotai's power backpack trembled, and the two spherical exhaust pipes behind his shoulders spewed out a stream of hot air, and the motor in the power backpack began to operate.

Immediately afterwards, Wo Kuotai sighed, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Fu Qihai guessed that at this time, painkillers, drugs and hormones were being injected into Wo Kuotai's body through the power armor.

Starting from the second-generation MK2 expeditionary power armor, the huge power backpack behind the space warrior armor integrates devices such as miniature plasma reactors, life support systems, automatic medical equipment, air filtration systems, and liquid circulation systems.

"You can go to apply for the pharmacist of the Legion." Wo Kuotai, who was slightly relieved from the endless pain, joked in the mood.

Of course it was just a joke, not to mention the medical level of the legion pharmacist, just one point: a space warrior pharmacist is also a space warrior.

"Then, you're the only one left." Wo Kuotai activated the cracking force field of the power sword as he spoke, and looked down at his broken legs.

Holy crap, you don't mean to... Fu Qihai was shocked when he saw this scene.

Wo Kuotai gestured at his legs with the power sword, and then swung it down suddenly.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, the faint blue cracking force field cut Wo Kuotai's legs, which were attached to the broken leg armor, into two halves without stagnation.

Wo Kuotai snorted, blood spurted out, and the wound was immediately covered by the hemostatic gel of the armor's life support system. The blood coagulated into blood clots at the root of Wo Kuotai's thigh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and further scabbed. It is the Lamanri cells secreted by the Lamanri organs in the space warrior's chest cavity and scattered in the blood vessels that are acting rapidly.

Do amputation surgery for yourself, are all space warriors this kind of ruthless people? Fu Qihai thought to himself.

At this time, Fu Qihai suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the corpses of Cedric and others were scattered on the ground, and there seemed to be strange scars on the arms of one corpse.

Fu Qihai couldn't restrain his curiosity and squatted down to observe.

It is the trace of gnawing.

Fu Qihai's eyes widened, he suddenly raised his head to look at Wo Kuotai, and stepped back quietly with both feet.

"You cannibal?" Fu Qihai asked in a deep voice.

Wo Kuotai raised his head, looked straight into Fu Qihai's eyes calmly, and said, "The nutrient solution in the life support device is only enough for me to survive for three days, and my stomach can digest many kinds of organic matter to provide my body with the necessary energy. , including the dead bodies of the enemy."

The enemy's corpse... Wo Kuotai was so frank that Fu Qihai didn't know how to answer for a while. The morality of the Warhammer 40K universe is very different from that of the previous Earth. behavior, but the people here are commonplace.

Fu Qihai could only nod his head and said, "Okay."

Indeed, a mature space warrior can't let himself starve to death, that would be too useless.

In the following time, Fu Qihai began to pick and choose in the area where he could move safely in the wreckage of the warship, found suitable materials, and made a trailer to hang behind the jet motorcycle, because although Wo Kuotai lost his legs, As a space warrior, his size is still far beyond ordinary people, and he can't sit on a jet motorcycle.

This trailer has no wheels, it is simply a steel plate with a certain curvature placed on the ground.

In the process of manufacturing this drag bucket, Fu Qihai had to say that the indestructible power sword is really a very useful cutting tool. Even if it is not used to cut people, it is also very efficient as a manufacturing tool.

After finding some usable weapons and supplies in the ruins, the three of them prepared to set off to return to the colonial stronghold.

Wo Kuotai put his hands on the ground, put himself on the trailer made by Fu Qihai, clasped both sides of the trailer tightly with both hands, and looked at Fu Qihai with suspicion.

Fu Qihai comforted: "Don't worry, I will let Fei Yi drive more slowly."

"Boom..." The girl twisted her slender hand, and the jet motorcycle started.

Sitting in the trailer without his legs, Wo Kuotai felt a little nervous at the moment. For some reason, he remembered the first time he participated in the battleship jump gang, and the first time he participated in the orbital airborne...

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