Infinite Metaverse

Kirshvitto led the gang members into the lair area they dreamed of.

Many people eventually fell from the upper nest to the lower nest, either because they failed to repay their debts, because they were pursued by enemies, or because of various reasons. This kind of fall is often irreversible.

The lives of Shangchao residents are not comfortable and prosperous. They are also squeezed and enslaved. But at least they have water, electricity, food, jobs, and the most basic living facilities provided by major merchant unions. Occasionally, they have There was some bloody and thrilling spectator entertainment - slave gladiatorial combat.

But in the lower nest, no one will provide you with these. Even a tank of pure oxygen for breathing or a mouthful of clean pure water to quench your thirst, you need to rely on cruel and violent fights to get it.

As for the bottom nest, strictly speaking, it is the territory of mutated creatures and is not an area that humans should set foot on.

Koshvito used a dark gray hooded cloak to cover his black Mjolnir assault power armor, and led the gang members who were also covered up to join the bustling crowd in the upper lair.

Previously, Fu Qinghai was either in Bottom Nest, Xia Nest or in the suburbs, all of which were inaccessible places. If he came here, he would understand what the population density of a nest city is.

It can be called the Warhammer 40K universe version of the Spring Festival travel scene.

Cliff-like skyscrapers are crowded together. The distance between buildings is suffocatingly narrow. Overlapping steel beams, cables and suspension bridges block the upward view. The overall light is dim and the smoke of steam Colorful neon lights filled the corners, filled with an aura of erosion and decay.

Between the exhaust fan and the spiral staircase, there is a dark alley where dirty sewage flows. Between the gas pipe and the water tank, there is always a dense thick and thin pipes. Residents of the upper nest in different clothes are crowded shoulder to shoulder, and the noisy and noisy sounds fill the eardrums.

However, facing this situation, the members of the Spartan Gang were still inexplicably excited. They had not been to the Upper Nest for a long time, and some of them were even born in the Lower Nest.

Compared with the cold cruelty and disorderly chaos of the Lower Nest, at least it shows a dystopian vitality.

Koshvito warned in a low voice:

"Everyone, don't forget our goal, don't forget our mission. If you feel that just coming to the nest is satisfying, leave the gang now. I will never stop you."

Hearing Koshvito's words, the expressions of more than a dozen gang members were stern. They restrained their expressions of joy and intoxication, silently clenched the weapons hidden under their robes, and followed Koshvito, squeezing through the crowds. , walking towards a place.

These dozen gang members were all carefully selected by Koshvito. They are strong and healthy, and have no hidden diseases or drug addiction. These people are the team that Koshvito created for himself according to the screening standards of hell paratroopers. After a period of rigorous training, he initially mastered the combat skills and tactical awareness of the Hell Paratroopers. At the same time, he became loyal to the gang leader Koshvito.

Kirshvito came to the agreed street corner and met the contact person arranged by the Sommerfeld family. Kirshvito slightly lifted a corner of his hood, revealing the iconic golden mask. Nodding, he led the Spartan gang into the floor and headed to an unknown location.

Several people lined up in a row, walking through the narrow passages and stairs of the hive city, with even spacing between the front and back, not too close to appear crowded, but not too far away to echo. The dull and neat footsteps were like a silent marching army. .

The person who led the way was slightly surprised. This group of people somewhat subverted his stereotype of the Xiachao gang.

Normally speaking, the so-called gangs in the lower nest are just a group of ferocious and cunning but decadent and depraved scum. The nobles at the top of the tower just throw some bones at them and start wagging their tails to beg for mercy.

A group of people walked in the secret and twisting passages. The complexity of the hive's pipes was enough to drive Super Mario crazy. The connector walked forward quickly and whispered:

"The merchant trade in the sector has been cut off for a long time, and the spaceport is no longer as busy as before. Although the shuttles between the spaceport and the main hive city are still operating normally, we cannot take the passenger shuttle to the spaceport. In the airport passenger terminal There are eyes, ears and spies from other families everywhere, they will notice you, and we take the Sommerfeld family’s cargo airship to the spaceport.”

"Um."

Koshvito hummed, nodded, and said nothing more.

The contact person continued:

"According to the agreement between our clan leader and... that gentleman, the Sommerfeld family will not provide you with any armed forces, not only our family's private soldiers, but also weapons and equipment. The Sommerfeld family will not provide you with any armed forces. We are only responsible for transporting you to the space port, and any conflicts that occur after that have nothing to do with us.”

"Hmph." Koshvito hummed softly and said:

"No need, we will take care of it ourselves."

Of course, Koshvito does not need the equipment provided by the Sommerfeld family. If you open the robes of the Spartan gang at this moment, you will find that they are all familiar weapons and equipment from the hunting lord suit, including Sommerfield. The weapons of the Feld family are also included.

The connector couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the team behind Keshvito.

Just seventeen people.

A Sword-class frigate.

Can it really be done?

The cooperative relationship between Gladys and Cyril and Fu Qinghai contains elements of force and coercion, but Valentin Sommerfeld is different. He is at the top of the tower and will not be threatened by Fu Qinghai. With Dis's persuasion, he agreed to Fu Qinghai's request, but the old man who was cautious and suspicious by nature still did not dare to bet all on a stranger.

Even if he is a Space Marine.

In one sentence, the Sommerfeld family is willing to assist Fu Qinghai in executing his plan to seize the ship, but is unwilling to break up with the other four major families and start an all-out war.

Everything is done in secret.

"This is inevitable and foreseeable. This is the inherent weakness and compromise of the bourgeoisie."

Fu Qinghai said to Koshvito in the small room of the Lower Nest Stronghold.

"I understand." Koshvito nodded. "My country was once a former Soviet Union country. I know what the words you said mean."

"So, Kosh, you have to make sure that you can seize control of that frigate by yourself."

"No problem, Qingshan, trust me."

Koshvito's tone was firm and his eyes were sharp, but his eyes were suddenly wandering, as if he was silently remembering something.

"I have completed all the more difficult tasks on Reach."

…

A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair and complicated iron-black metal implants on both sides of his cheeks, with a serious face and cold eyes, was walking hurriedly on the suspension bridge leading to the Great Library. above.

He was wearing a gorgeous dress, with an Attila jacket draped over half of his shoulders, embellished with tassels and gems. He held a top hat in one hand and walked quickly, followed by several human servants and more machine servants. slave labor,

Baron Zedu, the current speaker of the Zedu family.

This noble family, which relies on the Great Library for its existence, was originally just a small and medium-sized secret knowledge keeper, and also served as the steward of the Star Language Choir in the Schwerin Hive. In recent decades, it has been under the leadership of Baron Zeddu. Down the family, it gradually developed and grew, becoming one of the five major families at the top of the tower.

The Great Library is a special building in the Schwerin Hive. This suspended honeycomb structure is like a nodule growing on the main hive, but it is a dark part of the Schwerin Hive that has not yet been ruled by the human empire. The era has already existed.

Members of House Zeddu have amassed tomes, data cores, and works of art from across the hive's epochs, including paintings and sculptures from distant empires, loose parchment manuscripts left by unknown authors, and artifacts from surrounding planets. An ancient knowledge scroll stolen from the district. These collections form the core of the Great Library, but numerous private donors have also added to the collection over time.

I don’t know how this relic building, filled with all kinds of mystical knowledge, was preserved by the expedition fleet that promoted the truth of the empire. In short, it has always been located here.

The entourage stayed outside the door, and Baron Zeddu walked into the great library alone, and soon reached the top floor. There was a high platform covered with ancient orchestral instruments. Except for Baron Zeddu and the lonely figure standing on the high platform, there was no one else. There was no one else around. Facing the old figure in a robe on the high platform, Baron Zedu asked:

"Ms. Sheela, what did you see in the prophecy?"

The woman turned around, revealing a withered old face, her eyes were wrapped with strips of cloth, and she said hoarsely:

"It's a fragmented picture, it's like a dream. Open your heart, Zedu, and I will let you feel the same."

Baron Zedu didn't seem surprised by this request. He nodded and closed his eyes as told.

"Wow——"

A moment later, a flood of images flooded Baron Zedo's mind. He suddenly realized that he had opened his eyes at some point, and was no longer on the top floor of the Great Library, but in a meeting of the Noble Council at the top of the tower. on site.

The picture was hazy and hazy. In that exquisite and luxurious conference room overlooking the sea of ​​clouds, many nobles were sitting in their respective seats, blushing and arguing hard. Baron Zedu couldn't hear what they said clearly, and his ears seemed to be filled with blood. After getting out of the water, there was only the echo of gurgling, but one could clearly see the bulging veins, waving fists, and splashing saliva of the nobles.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, they all fell silent and looked at the door together. The conference room door opened, and a tall little giant in armor stepped in.

His armor was charred and tattered, with two swords hanging on his waist. He was holding a compound bolt gun with a sight, a grenade launcher and an extended barrel. Then, he raised the gun and pointed it at all the nobles present...

"Bang!"

The picture in his mind shattered, and Baron Zedu suddenly woke up.

He covered his sweaty temples, his eyes wide open, and stood there blankly.

Astartes, that's Astartes...

The Astartes are coming, why are the Astartes coming?

There was no news from the space port, and the remote sensing satellites in orbit and the deep space probes outside the orbit did not send back any news. He, how did he come to the hive city?

The point is...he kills, he kills everyone.

"no no……"

Baron Zeido shook his head wildly.

He recalled all the things he had done in the past, from the initial exploration of the ancient secret knowledge deep in the Great Library, to obtaining those fragments and vague orders from the Lord of Change, and finally seducing the Astropath. Corrupted and depraved, he used the prophetic power of psykers to make perfect decisions that were as prophetic, helping his family to rise in the hive... Others may be wronged, but he will definitely not escape death.

Baron Zedu suddenly raised his head and shouted to the woman on the high platform:

"Is there any other information? I want it. I want more. I can't make a judgment on just this little thing!"

The old woman shook her head and said:

"Zedu, the situation has changed. The subspace storm that has enveloped the star region for many years is dissipating. The curtain is lowering again, and his power is also moving away from the real universe. This prophecy is probably the last motto I can leave you. You can no longer Get more from me.”

"Ah...how could this happen?"

Baron Zedu held his head and howled loudly, as if he was crazy.

…

The Valkyrie transport plane landed steadily and docked on the apron at the top of the tower.

The cabin door opened, and the officer led Fu Qinghai out of the transport plane and onto the circular apron. Then Cyril and Gladys also got off the cabin of the Valkyrie transport plane.

The soft stratospheric wind blew on the young officer's clothes, making a rustling sound. He turned around and said to Fu Qinghai and others:

"Sir, please follow me this way."

Fu Qinghai followed him silently and walked into the buildings at the top of the tower.

The ornately carved glass door behind him closed, and the sound of the wind suddenly disappeared.

A group of people walked on the floor paved with smooth terrazzo. The fresh air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The melodious music and the sound of fountains could be vaguely heard in the distance. The clean and almost spotless environment at the top of the tower made Fu Qinghai Slightly uncomfortable.

The officer turned sideways and said:

"Sir, representatives of the five major families have been waiting in the conference room for a long time. They are very much looking forward to your visit. All the noble families who can speak in the entire Schwerin Nest are inside."

Fu Qinghai said calmly: "Okay."

After turning a corner, the officer suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Fu Qinghai:

"Sir, before entering the conference room, I have an unkind request that requires your cooperation. You must remove all weapons on your body before you can enter the conference room."

Fu Qinghai pretended to think for a while and asked:

"I have a question. Does the location we are currently at, the spire of the Schwerin Hive, still belong to the human empire?"

The officer nodded and said:

"Without a doubt, my lord."

Fu Qinghai stared at him and said coldly:

"In the Human Empire, no planetary governor has ever dared to make such a request to the Astartes, let alone you don't even have a planetary governor."

The officer looked embarrassed. He did not dare to look directly at Fu Qinghai's scarlet goggles. He could only lower his head and whispered:

"Sir, after all, this is that, um, special period. The people sitting in the conference room are all the patriarchs of major families. If you insist on going there with weapons, I'm afraid...I'm afraid you can only see their holographic projections. , and can no longer see the real person.”

"Ha." Fu Qinghai chuckled and said, "What a 'special period'. I really don't see anything special about this period."

The officer's head dropped lower. He was about to respond to Fu Qinghai's subsequent cynicism with silence, but unexpectedly, Fu Qinghai suddenly changed the subject:

"Okay, I agree, I can leave all the weapons here."

The officer raised his head and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Asking him to convince this powerful and murderous Space Marine was really a test of his mental endurance.

"However." Fu Qinghai said lightly, "I have one more request."

Seeing that Fu Qinghai was willing to compromise, the officer quickly said:

"Please tell me."

Fu Qinghai took off the Blue Teeth Chainsword, the Blue Blade Power Knife from his waist, and the composite bolt gun from his back one by one, and handed them over to Gladys and Cyril who were following him. Finally, he He pulled out the corrugated steel sword Broken Heart inserted into the side of his thigh, handed it to Gladys, and said:

"I will only give weapons to people I trust."

After speaking, he glanced at Gladys.

The gray-haired aristocratic woman was almost overjoyed when she heard this. She held the hilt of the Blue Fang Chain Sword with both hands, and dragged the sword upright. She looked up at Fu Qinghai, her face flushed with excitement, huh huh. nod.

Next to her, Cyril was holding a composite bolter and a power knife. The heavy weapon of the Space Marine almost bent his waist. He had a bitter look on his face and dared not speak in anger.

The officer took a look and thought it was okay. As long as he entered the conference room without a weapon, he could give the weapon to anyone.

"Okay, sir, please..."

"Wait a moment."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted again.

Fu Qinghai said confidently:

"Before the meeting, I need to go to the bathroom."

Go...to the toilet?

The young officer was a little confused. He looked at Fu Qinghai doubtfully and thought: Do space warriors also need to use the toilet?

Fu Qinghai looked at him calmly.

Why, can't Space Marines have three emergencies?

"Uh, uh uh, okay."

"The bathroom is over here."

The officer led Fu Qinghai into the bathroom, which was comparable to a luxury club, and then stood outside the door waiting.

Fu Qinghai came out quickly, nodded to the officer and said:

"Let's go."

Gladys and Cyril were left outside, while Fu Qinghai, empty-handed, followed the officer through the winding garden corridor and towards the conference room.

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There will be another chapter later