Infinite Metaverse

"Space Marine?"

Edlard looked at his daughter in bewilderment.

She repeated what she just said.

"Yes."

Salamander nodded affirmatively.

"Do you know what the word 'Space Marine' means, Sarah? The Lord of Mankind created Space Marines to slaughter all inhuman races and other humans who did not want to submit to him. The Space Marines saw your first The first reaction was to raise their bolters and chainswords."

Edrad said seriously.

"I've been through the war, Dad."

Salamander sighed helplessly.

She had to remind her father: she was not an ordinary Eldar civilian who had never set foot outside the Craftworld. On the contrary, she had personally experienced the largest and deadliest rebellion in the history of the Human Empire.

The Horus Heresy.

"If that's the case, why are you?"

Eldrad asked, spreading his palms.

"He's not like other Space Marines."

Salamander looked at his father and said seriously.

"Ha, ha... different."

Edrad shook his head and sighed:

"I have studied the transformation process of Space Marines. The Lord of Mankind designed that process to be interlocking and seamless, just to avoid what you call 'difference'."

"I know that."

Salamander still persisted and said:

"But he's just different."

"Okay, okay, my daughter."

Edlard had no choice.

He even complained in his mind: Is every Howling Banshee as stubborn and stubborn as Salamander?

Of course, considering that this howling banshee is his own daughter, he can only think about this in his heart.

He doesn't really say it out loud.

He took the spirit bone amulet and held it in his hand as he stood up and headed to the divination room. After listening to Salamander's words, Edrard was actually a little curious himself, curious about what was different about that Space Marine, and what kind of characteristics could make his daughter miss a human being.

The prophet then decided to take his daughter's request seriously.

The Eldar Seer arrived at his scrying chamber, a room of wraiths with mirrored walls, and knelt slowly on the divining table. Edlard opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the mirror. There is no need for lighting, the soft emerald green light flowing in the spirit bones bathes the entire room in a light color.

It's always cold here though.

"Focus, Eldrad."

The Prophet closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

With every breath Eldrad took, strings of condensed water droplets filled the air, and drops of sweat flowed down his forehead. The Eldar Seer let go of the wall of his mind and allowed the noisy noises and the most evil thoughts in the etheric realm of the highest heaven to pour into his mind, and at the same time he also spread out his tentacles.

His thinking tentacles, his psychic tentacles.

Dip into the turbulent sea of ​​souls bit by bit.

Then he saw it.

He saw a cold and spacious battleship cabin, machine slaves fixed on the machine seats, servo skulls floating in mid-air, as well as straight lines and gray steel, full of pragmatism and spirituality. It is completely different from the soft, elegant and streamlined spiritual bone creations of the clan.

There is no doubt that this is a battleship of the Human Empire.

Eldrad continued to roll his soul's eyes.

He saw two groups of Space Marines confronting each other in the battleship hall, with corpses scattered around their feet. Even though both were Space Marines, even though both were clad in black power armor, to Eldrad they could not be more different.

One of them wears power armor with a main body black and white accents. The black cross on the white shoulder armor is quite eye-catching. They are calm, solemn, and solemn. They hide their anger deep in the armor, and they are arrogant, contemptuous, and contemptuous.

The other side was noisy. They yelled and roared murderously at each other. They released their emotions in the animalistic roars and ridicules, with a strong sense of relief after escaping from prison on their faces.

Edlard looked at the leader on the left.

This is an old warrior. He has cut his hair that has been bleached by time, his lips are thin and scarred, and he has a short beard. Time eroded his skin and whitened his hair, but it did not bend his spine. The Eldar prophet lowered his gaze and recognized the warrior's identity through the long sword in his hand - blood soaked into the black metal blade of the sword and flowed through the engraved inscription in the center of the sword: Emperor! This blade was forged in homage to the Lord of Mankind.

Black Sword Master, Sigismund!

Edlard immediately held his breath.

Could it be that he was the Space Marine that his daughter was talking about?

Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars.

That's really tricky.

Edlard looked at the leader on the right again.

This man was wearing a set of Terminator power armor, which made him look taller and burlier than the people around him. The red light from the neck armor illuminated his ferocious smile, as well as the golden ring in the center of his bald head. The braided hair. There was an exaggeratedly large and sharp iron claw on his right hand... Edrad suddenly began to breathe quickly. He felt a very special spiritual energy on this giant iron claw - it was contaminated by two The death blood of a Primarch!

And the blood of the Lord of Mankind.

Warmaster of Chaos, Ezekiel Abaddon!

The Eldar seers also recognized this great enemy.

Could it be that the Space Marine my daughter was talking about was him! ?

No, no, definitely not him.

Edlard quickly rejected this idea.

No matter the Black Sword Master or the Chaos Warmaster.

It wouldn't be either of them.

Now Eldrad has no intention of analyzing who the Space Marine his daughter is talking about is. He is already immersed in the picture shown by the prophecy. He is extremely eager to know what the duel and collision of these two people will bring in the end. What kind of outcome will lead to where the fate of the galaxy will go.

The Eldar Seer could see the two men having a conversation.

But the picture in the prophecy began to blur.

Edrad was so anxious that beads of sweat broke out all over his body.

Because the prophetic picture is getting shimmering.

till the end……

The flickering picture was clearly frozen again.

Eldrad was stunned to see the black swordmaster being torn in half, disemboweled, and falling to the ground. His Black Templar subordinates were not around, whether they had left or died. The Chaos Warmaster knelt in front of the corpse, his eyes were red, his hands were shaking, and there was a long black sword stuck in his chest...

The sword sank into his entire chest.

"It's over."

Bitter sorrow and pain flowed through Edlard's heart.

The Eldar prophet no longer cares about his daughter.

There was only one thought in his mind at this moment:

The old sword master of the human empire is dead.

Chaos... is about to break out of the cage!

…………

Fu Qinghai plunged into the Gate of the Webway.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed. The towering sewage pipes of the hive city with dark domes disappeared, turning into a white space shrouded in thick fog. You can't see the top when you look up, and you can't see the bottom when you look down. The entire space was filled with rolling thick fog, which glowed with a light golden light.

This is not the first time Fu Qinghai has entered the Webway. He has flown here once before with his master, Old Man Hu Xian. At that time, he relied on the guidance of the Star God fragment of Burner Nyadrazasa. The Star God Fragment only showed him a short distance, and even killed his master.

Things are different now.

Qingshan Khan has a map.

Fu Qinghai controlled the jet motorcycle to hover in mid-air, freed his hands to open the white suitcase, and took out the book he had been waiting for - "The Map of the Infinite Network".

Inquisitor Chevak worked so hard to escape with this book, and asked the player Antonio to assimilate and bring it out of the Warhammer 40K universe, just to prevent "The Map of the Infinite Webway" from falling into the hands of Azhak Ahriman .

As a result, Fu Qinghai has brought it back now. There is no way. Fu Qinghai can understand what Judge Chevak is doing, but at this time he and his war group need this "Map of the Infinite Network" very much to thwart the traitors. Strange conspiracy.

Fu Qinghai couldn't wait to start this expedition for the same reason. Azak Ahriman can use prophecy magic to track the "Map of the Webway", so if this book is kept in the Phaeton Forge World, it may attract the Thousand Sons Chaos Warband to come to the door - the leader is Tzeentch's Chosen One . The pressure on the battle group to defend against the Tzeentch Demonic Army is already great enough. If another group of Thousand Sons Wizards and Scarlet Letter Warriors come, it is very likely that the sector's defense will completely collapse.

Fu Qinghai opened this thick book.

The pages of the book are thin crystal sheets, covered with the stretched and taut skin of Sister Silence, and even include some arteries, veins and capillaries. The entire book was bathed in some unknown radiant light in the web channel, and the small nutrient circulation pump in the spine of the book began to operate automatically, driving blood to circulate in the blood vessels and providing nutrients.

The pages seem to be very sensitive to gaze.

Fu Qinghai quickly noticed this.

As he watched, the blood vessels under the skin began to restructure, and new patterns full of blood lines appeared on the surface. Another part of the blood vessels disappeared on the human skin with the flow of blood. The color of the skin also changed slightly, and a line of tiny scars appeared in the form of a white scrawl, marking a new location on the page.

"Ah~ I see."

Fu Qinghai understood it after a little thought.

These large and small blood vessels of different thicknesses...

It represents network channels with different thicknesses!

In fact, Fu Qinghai has always had one point that he couldn't figure out: according to the background setting of Warhammer 40K, the Webway is a galactic highway built by the ancient saints for the purpose of faster-than-light travel across time and space. Since it is a man-made creation rather than a natural wonder, based on the principle of ease of use, the Webway should be wide, straight, concise and clear, so that it can be used as a "road". After all, when it comes to road construction, the wider and straighter the better, the better.

But the actual result is exactly the opposite. The network channel is not wide, straight, concise and clear at all, and it is even very non-standard. The rough place is extremely vast and can even accommodate a majestic satellite-level city - the Dark City of Comoros. The thin part is also very narrow, so narrow that even a knight mecha cannot bend through it. Moreover, the entire webway is as intricate as a maze, with countless thick and thin mesh-like threads intertwined together, and anyone except the Eldar will get lost in it.

This is very strange.

Why didn't the Old Ones make the Webway simpler?

Fu Qinghai looked at the row of scar marks.

A crack-shaped abstract symbol.

What does this mean?

Fu Qinghai recalled the information on "The Map of the Infernal Network". According to the settings in his memory, this book will sense the user's eyes and mind, and show the place he wants to go to most on the map... So now Where do I most want to go? Fu Qinghai began to examine his own heart.

He wants to save No. 56.

This was his first priority in entering the webway.

So this "crack" represents...

Fu Qinghai suddenly understood.

The Ancient Saints built the Webway tens of thousands of years ago, but as the only Eldar race among the Ancient Saints' creations that inherited part of the legacy, they knew how to use the Webway but did not know how to repair and build the Webway. The Webway is known to have some ability to repair itself - every time the Necrons use the Tombstone Gate to hijack the Webway, they are repulsed by the Webway itself, as an example.

Although it has certain self-repair capabilities, the Webway will inevitably produce some damaged parts over time. The Webway is a magical creation between subspace and the real universe. Once the Webway is damaged, where will the damaged part lead? According to the description in the original novel, outside the broken part is the terrifying subspace.

Therefore, after Magnus's psychic transmission penetrated the Webway, an endless army of demons would emerge in the Webway, almost drowning the Golden Throne. In fact, even without that psychic impact, the Webway itself is not riddled with holes, but it can be said to be full of loopholes. All kinds of demons wandering in the Webway are threatening the lives and lives of Webway travelers at every moment. soul.

The "crack" sign that appears in "The Map of the Infinite Webway" is most likely such a place, the gap after the Webway is damaged, the gap leading to the subspace.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai put away this thick book. He only glanced at it and firmly memorized the path formed by the blood vessels. Fu Qinghai leaned over and held the handle of the jet motorcycle. He turned the throttle and disappeared into the thick fog with a "swish" sound, rolling up the billowing waves of fog and leaving them in place.

…

Fu Qinghai was galloping in the webway.

It's almost swooping straight down.

He first needs to find the inner wall of the Webway, so that he can determine where the boundary of the Webway is, and then he can find the gap according to the path instructions in the "Infinite Webway Map".

Fu Qinghai's jet motorcycle is quite special. Shi Lan and Ji Da made significant modifications based on the Bullock-type Seiko jet motorcycle presented by the original body. They completely canceled the vertical propulsion system and added three grams of anti-gravity metal. , making this jet motorcycle fly very fast.

Due to its unique properties.

He was given the name "Blue Falcon".

Fu Qinghai drove the Blue Falcon and broke through the thick fog to reach the ground in a moment. He stepped on the emergency brake with the soles of his feet, jumped off the jet motorcycle and stepped onto the solid inner wall of the network tunnel. He squatted down and took off his gauntlets. Touching the material under his feet, he thought for a while and then pulled out the Blue Fang Chain Sword.

"Zi Bing - Bang!"

The saw blade hit the inner wall and bounced sharply.

Can’t cut through Adamantium alloy and single molecule saw blade?

Fu Qinghai glanced at the saw teeth but there was no curled edge.

There is no need to try the Blue Blade's disintegrating force field.

If the disintegration force field could break through the inner wall of the Webway, the human empire would not have to spend so much time researching this mysterious material, and would have already used this galactic highway.

Fu Qinghai put away his weapon and stood up straight.

"This is a psychic composite material, Qingshan."

A low demonic voice sounded in my ears:

"It brings together reality and psychic energy."

"Oh? You also know about psychic powers?"

Fu Qinghai got on the motorcycle and asked.

"Of course, do you still remember the beginning? The alchemist opened the so-called door of truth in your battleship, and then a large amount of psychic energy poured into the deck of the battleship. I was immersed in it. It made me feel extremely comfortable."

The voice continued.

"Oh, I remembered."

Fu Qinghai said while driving:

"Lauster was causing trouble on my Liima, and at that time you and the curse were already lodged in Ning's body."

"Yes, that feeling is simply unparalleled, even beyond hell, as if I was born to belong to that place, to that sea of ​​souls surging with emotions."

"What is that place, Valak?"

Another husky voice asked.

It sounds like two pieces of rusty iron scraping together.

"Subspace."

The low voice explained:

"Supreme Heaven, Ether Realm, Heaven Realm, Sea of ​​Souls... The creatures in this universe have various descriptions for it, but these words all refer to the same place, which is constantly filled with endless emotions. Energy, even I can only lick and absorb one or two of it, but dare not face its tsunami-like turbulent waves."

"You even know this?"

Fu Qinghai asked with interest.

The jet bike is speeding along.

"Of course, Zhang Yuning read a lot of information about Warhammer 40K. When she was reading that information, with the help of her eyes, I read it word for word."

The deep voice sounded flat.

But there was a hint of pride.

"Even you?"

A middle-aged female voice mocked and said:

"I didn't realize how powerful you are, either? You are the 62nd of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons. Do you think that place is powerful? Is it because you are too weak?"

"I feel so too."

Another mature female voice echoed casually.

"Hmph, you ignorant lonely ghosts who have been stranded in the world since death. You have never even been to hell, and you are just talking nonsense here. You think I am weak because Zhang Yuning has been deliberately Suppress my power and prevent me from swallowing too many souls, otherwise how could you resentful spirits be my opponents."

The deep voice said angrily.

"Aunt Mei, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry."

A young female voice spoke.

"Yes, Mimiko, this is called 'breaking the defense'."

The mature and magnetic female voice said calmly.

"Ahhhhh!"

The low demonic voice roared deafeningly:

"Qingshan! Let me swallow enough souls, any soul will do, and you can see the true form of the Hell Demon. I can make you extremely powerful, believe me!"

Fu Qinghai smiled noncommittally.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Yuning sometimes seemed a little withdrawn - there were eight evil spirits constantly nagging in everyone's mind at any time, and they would feel a little slow in responding to the outside world.

Of course Fu Qinghai is very familiar with these demons. Apart from anything else, every time Fu Qinghai pinned Zhang Yuning under her body and violently dealt with it, the eight ghosts felt the same in her body. How could she be with him under such circumstances? Not familiar.

"Gaya Coconut, what do you think?"

Fu Qinghai suddenly asked.

The ghosts who experienced the Gate of Truth incident back then were not only Valak, but also Kayako. However, the curse in the armor has so far remained silent and has remained silent.

After hearing Fu Qinghai's question, the other ghosts suddenly closed their mouths and stopped talking. Fu Qinghai vaguely felt a chill quietly awakening. After a moment, a plain and indifferent female voice slowly sounded in his ears:

"I just want to kill people."

Then the voice disappeared.

There was silence within the armor for a moment.

No one spoke.

Fu Qinghai suddenly laughed.

He is worthy of being the most evil and pure one among the many ghosts in the horror movie universe. Compared with other demons and spirits mixed with religious backgrounds or obsessions for revenge, Kayako's evil thoughts and hatred are the purest, pure to the extreme, and even Revenge and hatred cannot be dissipated even after the cause and effect are understood.

"Of course, as you wish."

Fu Qinghai raised the corners of his mouth and whispered.

"Buzz boom——"

Ao no Hayabusa sped up again.

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1. I have deleted and revised it several times, but I am still not satisfied.

2. There is a prophecy in this chapter. Warm reminder, you can look back at Chapter 173 to see the difference between the two prophecies.