Infinite Metaverse

The Arkworld of Uthwe is near the Eye of Terror. This Ark Eldar tribe has given itself the responsibility and burden of being vigilant about the intrusion of the forces of Chaos into reality - the Eye of Terror was formed when the Eldar enemy Slaanesh was born. Stay in the Eye of Terror This kind of behavior in this neighborhood may require a lot of courage for the Eldar.

And it is precisely because of being near the Eye of Terror for a long time that the Uthwe Arkworld is rich in prophets. Compared with the other ways of the craftsman, the way of the warrior, and the way of the sailor, practicing the way of the prophet requires more powerful psychic talents. The prophecy principle in Warhammer 40K is to peer into the future through the time-disordered properties of subspace, so the closer to the subspace, the more prophets there are.

The Eye of Terror's influence on nearby creatures does not end there. In the world of Cadia Fortress, which blocks the only stable passage from the Eye of Terror to the outside world, residents can see the huge purple-red scar in the sky when they look up. This leads to a common appearance feature among Cadian people - purple pupils, which is also an effect caused by the psychic radiation of the Eye of Terror.

The Ada Dragon Boat carried Fu Qinghai and his beloved motorcycle, leaving the Uswe Ark World and slowly sailing towards the Cadia Fortress World. In order not to be discovered by the Imperial Navy patrol fleet, the Ada Dragon Ship stopped far away from the fortress world. Then Fu Qinghai drove the Blue Falcon alone to rush out of the boarding deck and fly to the nearby Imperial warship.

He was soon discovered by the Imperial Navy.

Two frigates surrounded him, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching him in the middle. All the detection arrays on the battleships were scanning this lonely space warrior floating in space. Fu Qinghai rode on the jet motorcycle and slowly raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. A question rang out on the public channel:

"Show your identity, Space Marine."

Fu Qinghai did not answer the other party's question.

Instead, he opened his lips slightly and said:

"Take me to Sigismund."

…

Battleship Eternal Crusade.

Flagship of the Black Templars Chapter.

It is also a Queen of Glory class battleship.

The unhelmeted and unarmed Fu Qinghai was escorted by five Black Templar Space Marines as he walked in the passage of the battleship. Heavy footsteps echoed on the floor as they walked along the passage to the bridge, and finally entered a vast hall with a vast dome, lined with Space Marines on both sides.

At the end of the hall is a throne made of Terra stone and bronze carvings. The throne has a tall backrest and wide armrests. There are towering fire pots and gradually rising candles on both sides. The flames coat the white stones with an amber-like color and cast flickering shadows on the end. On the black armored warrior sitting on the throne.

It was a white-haired space warrior, leaning on the throne like a king taking a break. He was too strong to be lazy and too alert to rest. He placed his hands on the hilt of a black long sword and looked at Fu Qinghai at the other end of the hall calmly and indifferently.

"Who are you?"

The black sword master asked solemnly.

"Qingshan Khan."

Fu Qing’s name on the poster:

"The Chapter Master of the Iron Buddha, the former Captain of the 11th Company of the White Scars Chapter, the Divine Machine Brotherhood. You and I are of the same era, the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars."

It seemed a little strange for Fu Qinghai to say this. Sigismund was already an old space warrior with a weathered face and white hair, while Fu Qinghai's face was still young and handsome, like a recruit who had just joined the battle group. But he said that he was a warrior of the same era as the Black Sword Master.

"Qingshan Khan..."

Sigismund lowered his head and savored the name carefully, as if he was trying to search for something in his memory. Then he raised his head and looked at Fu Qinghai, and asked with slight confusion:

"I seem to have remembered that you are a sub-group of the White Scars, the descendants of Jaghatai Khan. Your chapter was born in the Second Founding of the Army like the Black Templars. You were in the battle of the Iron Ring Very famous, Qingshan Khan, I have heard of your name. But, as far as I know..."

Sigismund frowned and said:

"You and your battle group were declared missing by the Ministry of Military Affairs seven hundred years ago."

"That's right."

Fu Qinghai nodded calmly:

"But I'm back now."

"for what?"

Sigismund asked.

"For a prophecy."

Fu Qinghai replied calmly.

"prophecy?"

"Yes."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said:

"A prophecy about you."

"About me?"

Sigismund narrowed his eyes and stared at Fu Qinghai:

"Appreciate further details."

A smile appeared on Fu Qinghai's lips:

"You play a game with me in the training cage. If you win, I will tell you what the prophecy is. If you lose... I will also tell you if you lose. What do you think?"

Sigismund's eyes suddenly shone brightly:

"Maybe I didn't express myself clearly enough, and you may not quite understand your current situation. Qingshan Khan, a space warrior who disappeared seven hundred years ago, suddenly appeared alone in space near the Eye of Terror riding a jet motorcycle. Here, your identity is very suspicious. The navigator and astropath of the Eternal Crusade told me that there is a demon hidden in your power armor, maybe more than one. No matter what you are, no matter whether you have fallen into Chaos or not , you are now a prisoner, not one of my challengers!"

The black sword master suddenly burst into murderous aura.

The surrounding Black Templar warriors were also watching with eager eyes.

"Don't be so serious."

Fu Qinghai shrugged and spread his hands and said:

"It's just a duel, just like you did in the World Eater's Conqueror. You have had countless duels in your life, just one more. Just one duel, you can Get all the truth, including my identity and origins, including the prophecies about you.”

When Fu Qinghai mentioned the World Eaters, the surrounding Black Templar space warriors suddenly clenched their weapons. They didn't know whether Fu Qinghai was hinting that his Grand Marshal was involved with the Traitor Legion, but they knew that the Supreme Marshal did stay in the Twelfth Legion for a long time during the Great Crusade.

"You even know this..."

Sigismund felt more and more strange.

He doesn't care about the accusations and suspicions of being involved with the Traitor Legion. He is the Black Sword Master Sigismund. He is the Emperor's Champion Sigismund. No one has the right to question his loyalty, nor any imperial institution. Dare to investigate and judge him. He slowly stood up from the throne.

"Okay, I'll duel with you."

The Black Sword Master spoke.

…

In the training cage of the Eternal Crusade.

Fu Qinghai and Sigismund stood face to face.

They all took off their power armor and only wore simple underwear. Compared with Fu Qinghai's perfect and strong body, which was like a sculpture, Sigismund's body was covered with large and small criss-cross scars, plasma, hot melt, The disintegrating force field... left countless pain marks on his body.

Outside the training cage, the Black Templar Space Marines crowded the already small space. Because Fu Qinghai proposed to take off his armor for a duel and did not wear his power armor that sealed the devil, the Black Templar Star Warriors The soldiers were not worried about what might happen to the Supreme Marshal.

They didn't even worry about the outcome of the duel.

No one could defeat Sigismund.

The warriors of the Black Templars have great confidence in their Marshal - because of the most powerful Space Marines among the Astartes Legions: Cos Wayne of the Dark Angels, Juba Khan of the White Scars, the World Eaters Karn of the Hunter, Sevatar of the Night Lords, Lucius of the Emperor's Children, and Abaddon of the Luna Wolves... were all once defeated by him.

Sigismund casually pulled out a long sword from the weapons rack - an unsurprising choice. He raised his sword and performed a warrior's salute: he lowered his head and kissed the hilt, then pressed his forehead against the cold spine of the sword. This action only means that Sigismund respects the sword in his hand and respects the ritual of the Imperial Fist, but it does not mean that he respects Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai strolled past the weapons rack, caressing the rack with his palms, including halberds, flails, double-edged axes, and meteor hammers... Fu Qinghai pulled out a long knife and tossed it around in his hands. Like a mortal throwing a fruit knife, weigh the weight of the knife and evaluate its center of gravity. Finally, he chose the long knife, turned around and stood calmly with his legs spread.

These are heavy weapons with sharp edges.

It's just that the cracking force field is not installed.

Sigismund began to slowly wrap the chain around his wrist. One end of the chain was connected to the hilt of the sword, and the other end was wrapped around his arm one after another. There was a "clatter" sound, and his pulse followed this. The echo gradually slowed down.

This was his personal habit of using chains to tether his weapons in battle. Sigismund had been accompanying the Twelve Legions for a long time during the Great Crusade. This was something he learned in the World Eaters' arena. Later, the entire Black Templar Chapter followed this habit, whether it was bolt guns or chainswords, including power armor, they were also covered with chains, but they would never admit that they learned it from the traitors.

Fu Qinghai waited quietly for him to finish binding.

"Your name is known to everyone in the legion."

Fu Qinghai raised his chin and said:

"Champion of the Emperor, Master of the Blade. Leading from the front, never slowing down. Heart like rock, body like fire."

Sigismund did not answer Fu Qinghai's words. After he fastened the chain on the arm guard, he held the end of the sword hilt with one hand and moved it twice, feeling its weight change in the palm of his hand, and then raised it above his head. He felt the muscles in his shoulders ready and the blood in his veins rising and falling slowly. Sigismund remained silent and quietly observed Fu Qinghai, feeling and measuring the rhythm of the other person's stillness, listening and waiting for the unfolding of that moment.

"Uh-huh!"

Fu Qinghai moved forward with his sword, and Sigismund slashed it with his sword. His opponent dodged and the blade in his hand turned into a shadow and wrapped around him. Sigismund swung again and again, and his long sword was like a steel hammer breaking through the rain curtain formed by the sword light. He kept cutting high and low, and the sword wind whistled. But the white scar jumped in the air and dodged every attack calmly, and the tip of the long knife was thrust diagonally down in the blink of an eye.

The black sword master suddenly stood still.

Fu Qinghai's attack failed.

Sigismund suddenly dodged, the long blade flashed over his head, and the long sword flashed out. Fu Qinghai retreated like a snake, raised his sword and struck down. The two swords immediately collided and clashed again amidst the explosion of steel.

"Clang!"

Sparks exploded at the edge of the blade.

"You really deserve your reputation!"

Fu Qinghai couldn't help but admire:

"And it's far more advanced than the legend says."

Sigismund continued to chop forward in silence, feeling every vibration from the hilt of the sword in his hand. Fu Qinghai's long sword turned into a blur of light and shadow, turning into a dance drama of cutting, dancing and spinning weapons.

Fu Qinghai discovered that Sigismund didn't speak at all during the battle. He didn't answer anything he said. He seemed to be unable to hear what others were saying. It could be said that he was immersed in the battle in front of him without any distractions.

Fu Qinghai's signature skill: verbal taunting.

It has no effect at this moment.

Despite this, Fu Qinghai was still attacking fiercely, his body like a cutting whirlwind, constantly delivering blow after blow. Sigismund realized that the Space Marine in front of him had faster speed and stronger strength than himself. He was so fast, faster than the wind and faster than lightning.

Sigismund could feel the sword in his hand shifting uncontrollably, feeling the sound of each attack being blocked, and the force and vibration of the weapon's collision passing through his bones and reaching between his teeth. The opponent in his sight had turned into an afterimage, causing him to parry again and again, causing him to keep retreating.

"Squeak...squeak..."

Feet slipping on the floor of the training cage.

"You are old, Sigismund."

Fu Qinghai could still find time to sigh.

But suddenly, as if the thunderclouds suddenly dispersed, a pillar of sunlight shined through—there was an opening! Sigismund's peripheral vision caught the flicker of Fu Qinghai's eyes as he spoke. At the same time, he changed his steps to avoid the opponent's sudden stab. At this moment, he could only think about the sword in his hand, and only the dance of chopping and moving was flowing through his body, everything was as natural as blood breathing.

Everything came to a standstill.

Sigismund let his drum-like heartbeat surge through his body. His world was at this moment. His entire existence was the sword in his hand. There was nothing else and no need for anything else.

His sword met the blow.

"Ding--"

Sigismund turned around and slashed, feeling the impact of the hit. Before the reverberation of the first blow had dissipated, he struck twice more, each time more violent than the last.

"Ding! Ding!"

The long knife in Fu Qinghai's hand suddenly became unsteady.

Wait until you can hold it tight again.

A long sword was already in front of his throat.

Oops!

Fu Qinghai was shocked by this.

Unbelievable, I actually lost! ?

It was clear that he had been pressing the opponent to attack. Sigismund's skills were indeed impeccable and his defense was flawless. However, his own strength and agility completely surpassed the opponent. If the fight continued like this, the Black Sword Master would lose sooner or later. But unexpectedly, just by catching a tiny flaw that couldn't be smaller, Sigismund completed the counterattack in an instant.

Sigismund withdrew his sword.

Fu Qinghai touched the blood drops on his neck.

"Your sword skills remind me of an old friend."

Sigismund then spoke.

"who is it?"

Fu Qinghai inserted the long knife back into the weapon rack.

"Juba Khan."

Sigismund said calmly.

"Thunder in the Midsummer."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said Juba's nickname.

As the former First Company Commander of the Fifth Army, Fu Qinghai had certainly heard of Juba Khan's name, but by the time he returned to Terra, Juba Khan was already dead.

During the Great Crusade, various Astartes Legions would encounter situations that required joint operations. At this time, they would often send out their most powerful Space Marines to fight in single combat, not only to enhance mutual understanding before fighting side by side, but also to secretly Give the other party a show of strength. And in this kind of duel, Sigismund has never lost. He has picked the Space Marine champions from all the legions and has never lost.

The first person under the Primarch.

Fu Qinghai finally saw it today.

There is no water in this title.

"Now, tell me about that prophecy."

Sigismund looked at Fu Qinghai and said.

"The supreme prophet of the craft world of Ulthwe, Eldrad Ulthlan, predicted that Ezekiel Abaddon would lead the Chaos Space Marine Legion to successfully break out of the Eye of Terror, and you... would die. In the duel with him."

Fu Qinghai looked at Sigismund and said.

"So, they came back."

Sigismund's eyes shone with light:

"I just knew that and I never questioned that."

Fu Qinghai couldn't see any worry or fear on Sigismund's face, only a flush of excitement and hatred, as if he didn't hear the second half of Fu Qinghai's words at all. Fu Qinghai suddenly remembered what others had said about him - he hated traitors so much that he refused to die.

"Then what are you doing here, Qingshan Khan?"

Sigismund looked at Fu Qinghai and asked:

"Are you here to witness this happening?"

"I'm here to stop this from happening."

Fu Qinghai said with a serious face.

"snort."

Sigismund chuckled and asked:

"Based on your performance just now?"

"I'm more than that."

Fu Qinghai turned his neck and said with a smile:

"Then do you want to do it again?"

Fu Qinghai became more interested. In the past, he had challenged the entire battle group without any opponent. It was rare that he encountered a powerful opponent who was evenly matched, so naturally he was not willing to let it go easily.

Sigismund's interest also rose. Fu Qinghai reminded him of the time during the Great Crusade, when the Space Marine Legion was so pure and desirable.

"bring it on!"

Sigismund held the sword again and said.

…

In the training cage, there are jingles and figures intertwining.

Outside the training cage, the Space Marines of the Black Templars crowded into the small viewing space and watched mesmerized.

From the perspective of bystanders, they gradually summarized the similarities and differences between the two Chapter Masters.

Generally speaking, if a warrior is skilled, he will use deflection and blocking to protect himself in a duel, and often likes to hold a sword with one hand. If a warrior lacks skill or prefers to rely on pure strength to win, he will hold a long sword in both hands during battle and rely on the weight and strong power of the weapon to defeat the enemy's defense.

Sigismund does not belong to either category. Like Fu Qinghai, he sometimes holds the sword with one hand and sometimes with both hands. He has both skill and strength and can switch between the two states at any time. He does not have pure defensive actions, every one of his actions perfectly integrates defense and offense, and every move contains a fatal blow.

This is what they have in common.

Yet they also have differences.

Sigismund only used one long sword from beginning to end. He had integrated all his fighting skills and fighting instincts into this long sword. He was extremely focused during the fighting. It can be said that he has achieved the integration of man and sword. realm.

However, Fu Qinghai used all the weapons on the weapon rack, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. There seemed to be no weapon that he could not use. Any weapon could explode with terrifying power and gorgeousness in his hands. Skill.

During the duel, if you focus on the weapon in his hand and ignore his other parts, such as his other hand, his head, his legs and feet, his knees... these body parts can It becomes a deadly weapon, and if you are not careful, you will be hit and defeated.

Aoyama is a consequentialist - that's what his fighting teacher Albus Lang said about him at the time.

As long as he can win in battle, he doesn't care what means he uses, whether it's biting with teeth, slashing with swords, or even adopting some deceptive strategies, as long as these means can allow him to win the final victory.

Such as now.

Facing the fierce sword storm of the Black Sword Master, Fu Qinghai did not retreat but ran headlong into Sigismund's offensive. The blade grazed the side of his face diagonally and cut off a tuft of hair. The double-edged ax screamed and hit Sigismund's sword blade. In the trembling struggle, the lower end of the ax blade and the ax handle were deflected and hooked on the sword blade, pressing it towards Sigismund's wrist.

Sigismund drew his sword and retreated. The double-edged ax whizzed past his shoulder. Sigismund did not continue to distance himself but directly smashed the end of his sword hilt into Fu Qinghai's face. Qinghai dodged and then raised his head. His skull hit Sigismund's forehead. There was a loud bang and Sigismund was knocked to the ground.

This is already the third duel between the two.

Fu Qinghai’s record: one win, one draw and one loss.

Fu Qinghai laughed and looked down at Sigismund, who was lying on the floor with his face covered in blood, and asked:

"How, how did I perform?"

…

The bilge prison of the Eternal Crusade.

Fu Qinghai leaned against the wall alone.

Sigismund is a very stubborn man. After three evenly matched duels, the two of them seemed to have become close friends. However, when it came to the matter of the demon armor, the Black Sword Master still refused to compromise and insisted on taking the demon armor. Fu Qing customs went into the bilge prison to wait for the court to arrive.

Fu Qinghai didn't think it was a big deal. He was not the only person in the human empire who used demonic weapons. Garland Crow, the Lord of the Gray Knights, holds a demonic weapon, the Sword of Antwer. The leader of the Space Wolves Chapter, Logan Grimnar, also possesses a Daemon weapon of Khorne, the Ax of Mor'kai.

Demonic weapons are powerful, but they are also very dangerous. Lord Garland Crow always needs to face the bewitchment and whispers of the devil in the sword, and he can only keep this magic sword with his extremely firm will and faith. Rogan Grimnar also relied on his own willpower to subdue the Daemon of Khorne in the axe. It is not uncommon for demonic weapons to control the host or even backfire on the host. Fu Qinghai is now able to completely control the ghost armor, not by his willpower, but by the exquisite formation arranged by Zhang Yuning using his own essence and blood combined with Fu Qinghai's real name. Make the eight evil spirits and demons obedient.

Fu Qinghai is not worried about this now.

According to the time in Eldrad's prophecy.

The Black Legion is coming soon.

Fu Qinghai leaned against the wall and took out a long-lost notebook from his white suitcase. He opened the notebook and scanned the names in it from top to bottom:

The Widowmaker, Farkus Kebo (died).

The Flesh Tearer, Nasir Amit (captured).

Tattooed Prince, Nacred Thor (dead).

Demonic sorcerer, Ctesias (dead).

The Smiling Lord, Sherion (dead).

Flawless Blade, Lucius (defeated).

The soul-breaker, Eidolon (death).

…

These are all his defeated enemies.

Fu Qinghai continued to look down.

Blade Warrior, Calth Wayne.

Midsummer Thunder, Juba Khan.

Philosopher of War, Macharion.

Prince of Crows, Sevatar.

The mourning crow, Sarakin.

The lord of Qixue is Qin Xia.

…

These are regrets that we have never fought against.

Fu Qinghai finally found the name:

Black Sword Master, Sigismund.

Fu Qinghai bit the tip of his pen and thought about it.

Finally, write this after his name:

"(flat)."

…………

In the void outside the Eternal Crusade.

The Eye of Terror is the only stable channel to the real universe.

Also known as the "Gate of Cadia".

Suddenly, a majestic battleship that was not inferior to the Eternal Expedition jumped out of it. It is another Glory Queen-class battleship that once belonged to the 16th Legion Sons of Horus, the Warmaster's personal ship, the place where angels died, the famous... Vengeful Spirit!

At this time, on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon saw the black warships outside one after another through the viewing circle mirror, and couldn't help laughing. A trace of malicious joy flashed in his eyes, he opened his arms in a king-like posture, turned his head and said to Kayan beside him:

"Looks like we're not the only 'black' legion."

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