Infinite Metaverse

Battleship Suzheng, Captain's Room.

"Congratulations, Qingshan Khan."

Vera put down her teacup and said sarcastically:

"In just a few hours, you went from being an Astartes commander stationed in a border star zone to the commander-in-chief of the empire that commands the entire human empire. A textbook military coup that caught the entire throne world dumbfounded. I dare to interview you. How does it feel to hold power?"

Fu Qinghai smiled disapprovingly and said:

"If what you mean by 'commanding the entire human empire' is that you were almost captured or reduced to ruins by the orcs' battle moon, and that only four founding war groups responded after the distress signal was sent out, then I have nothing to say. There is no such thing as 'holding power'. I am here to clean up the mess for the high lords. You know this very well. If you feel envious, I can give up my position to you."

"Hmph, I can't argue with you."

Vera snorted and raised the teacup again.

Since Fu Qinghai had not informed Vera in advance, when she learned that a coup had taken place on Terra, the political subversion had basically been settled.

Strictly speaking, Vera saw the news of the coup in the news media, just like every Terran citizen. Of course, the original words in the news were "Lord Udo and Qingshan Khan completed the peaceful transfer of political power." As for the specific process and whether it was peaceful or not, only the Emperor knew. As Udo said, Space Marines were born with war and conflict. Where Space Marines appear, there is usually no peace.

Vera was a little unhappy.

She felt that she and Qingshan were allies, and allies should share intelligence. She had told Qingshan everything she knew, without any private collection, whether it was the plot in the original novel or the secret information she had found out. But Qingshan didn't tell her about such a big thing as launching a coup, and she was kept in the dark from beginning to end.

But Fu Qinghai always said that "two-way sharing of intelligence has no meaning for you." Allies also need to measure their strength. Compared with Fu Qinghai, Vera is too weak. Even if Vera is told that a military coup will be launched tomorrow, what can she do? On the contrary, if one more person knows the news, there is a greater risk of leaks.

Countless lessons have taught us:

Things are accomplished by secrecy, and leaks fail.

They can't keep secrets at all.

How to get rid of insects and shoot the sun?

How to build a good empire?

Fu Qinghai blocked Vera with just two sentences.

Vera was unhappy and couldn't say anything.

She could only keep drinking tea.

I heard that all these Chinese tea leaves were assimilated by you using assimilation points? I'll drink, drink, drink, drink you to death...

"Have some cakes too."

Fu Qinghai looked at the angry Vera with sympathy, and pushed a box of pineapple cakes on the desk over to her:

"You'll get hungry if you drink too much Pu'er tea."

In fact, Vera is a pretty good person, sensible and obedient, and it's easy to work with her. But compared to her mother, Grand Inquisitor Sid Nora, her political vision is too naive and her political skills are too immature. But it's also normal. Vera doesn't look very old. Fu Qinghai guessed from her words and deeds that before she entered the reincarnation world, her family environment or personal interests and hobbies probably had nothing to do with politics.

"This is delicious too, Vera."

Fei kindly pushed another box of snacks over, wanting to give it to this friend who had met a few times.

However, when Vera saw the box of exquisite and small snacks, she was even more angry: Isn't this the snack that my acolyte brought you from the banquet? That bastard called me to the airport to meet him just for this box of snacks!

"Thank you, I've eaten this."

Vera waved her hand expressionlessly and refused.

Vera's current official identity is Fu Qinghai's plot consultant. The cooperation between the two is guaranteed in the form of assimilation points rather than personal relationships. This is a very common "profession" in the world of reincarnation. Those reincarnations who have powerful power may not be familiar with the plot, and those who are familiar with the plot may not have powerful power, so the two naturally have room for cooperation. The latter provides plot clues and the former is responsible for advancing the plot. If there is enough trust, the employer consultant may not even be a member of the reincarnation camp, as long as the employer can provide enough compensation to the plot consultant.

In the last adventure in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Afafu can be regarded as Fu Qinghai's plot consultant, but Fu Qinghai did not pay Afafu assimilation points afterwards. The woman seemed to have some other plans and gains.

At this time, Fu Qinghai leaned back in his chair, his eyes were completely empty, and he was thinking about another problem.

Until now, although the battle moon is still hanging in orbit, the crisis of Terra has finally been resolved.

Many people may find it outrageous that Holy Terra, as the political center and the only capital of the human empire, was attacked by the orc battle moon without any defense, and then immediately faced a disaster situation where the country would be destroyed if it did not surrender. The human empire is a country with an extremely vast territory, and this kind of thing does not seem to conform to the inherent traditional cognition.

This situation is actually very, very normal.

There is a concept in the military called "strategic depth." There are many cases in the real world. Some countries with very large land areas can use territorial strategy to resist foreign aggression in depth, trade space for time, and ultimately defeat the enemy and win the war. However, only some small countries can defeat the enemy in a few days or even hours. The enemy pushed them to the capital city and quickly destroyed the country.

But those are all wars in the atmosphere after all. In the era of interstellar wars, various super-light navigation technologies have turned the distant universe into two small dots on folded paper, completely subverting the traditional war model. The term "strategic depth" has almost lost its meaning. No matter how vast the territory is, there is no way to prevent the enemy from attacking Huanglong with a fatal blow.

Not only the Warhammer 40K universe, but also the Star Wars Legends universe has similar cases. During the Yuuzhan Vong War, when most of the planets in the inner ring and core areas of the galaxy had not yet fallen, Coruscant, the capital of the New Republic, was directly captured by the Yuuzhan Vong. The so-called " Strategic Depth” also failed to provide any help.

Of course, the transformation of super-light navigation technology is only a foundation. The reason why Terra is in this embarrassing situation is that the human empire has been in peace for a long time. The high lords are busy forming cliques to fight for power and gain, and have lost their sense of worry in times of peace. They have not built a perfect capital defense system.

Fu Qinghai paced slowly in the captain's room.

Unknowingly, he walked outside the cabin door.

Fu Qinghai stood in the corridor outside the captain's room, looking up at the dark sky outside the wide glass porthole on one side of the corridor. At this time, the fleet is sailing smoothly in the solar system. All the warships have just left the Lion Gate Airport of Terra and are now preparing to enter the subspace through the Gate of Bliss located near Uranus.

Speaking of the capital’s defense system…

Fu Qinghai squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Facing the direction of the sunlight, he could vaguely see a small dot shining with golden light in the space between Terra and Venus.

Phalanx Space Fortress.

That's right, the Imperial Fists' chapter fortress monastery, the famous Battlestar Phalanx, was supposed to be an important link in the defense system of the capital of the Human Empire, perhaps even the most important link, but it was completely absent from this battle. .

The Phalanx suffered several damages as early as during the Horus Heresy. The rebels boarded the space fortress several times, and also summoned a demon inside the fortress—Fu Qinghai's old acquaintance, the Demon Prince of Destruction Storm Sar. Ms. These damages resulted in the inability of several Phalanx ports to be used normally and the failure of a large number of weapon systems. Not only have these damages not been repaired for a thousand years, they even tend to spread to other areas.

Therefore, when the Battle Moon arrived in the orbit of Terra, the Phalanx was urgently moved to the space between Terra and Venus to avoid the risk of facing the Battle Moon directly. The space fortress planned to defend Terra was evacuated first. .

Some people may wonder, from 31K to 32K, a thousand years have passed. Why has the Human Empire still not repaired the Phalanx in such a long time? The reason is very simple, because this space fortress was not made by the human empire at all.

The Phalanx was discovered by Roger Dorn in the orbital space of his home star Invite. It is a technological relic left over from the Dark Age of Technology. The Imperial Fists can control the Phalanx, but they don't know how many of its areas and functions work. It's completely a black box, so they don't know how to repair it after it's damaged. Moreover, the technological level of the human empire has continued to decline slowly over this millennium.

Phalanx is just a microcosm.

Just like Lucifer Blackguard.

Fu Qinghai stared blankly at the small flashing dot in the deep sky. It reflected the bright and golden sunlight. The shining light could not cover up the bleakness and decay behind it.

Who can prevent the decline of the human empire?

I? Wangoric? Or Wokan?

Fu Qinghai shook his head and laughed silently.

He put away his gaze and returned to the captain's room.

…

"About to pass through the Gate of Bliss."

A few hours later, Chief Navigator Tracy’s magnetic and sweet voice sounded on the battleship’s radio as scheduled:

"All crews ready."

…

A few days later, according to the route planned by the chief navigator, the huge fleet once again came out of the subspace. The battleships tore through the curtain of reality and appeared one after another in a certain empty and dark space, and began to gather and regroup. formation.

"Twenty-one hours of sublight travel."

Tracy gave the order from the navigator tower.

Warp jumps are rarely continuous, because the situation in the subspace is changing all the time. Battleships occasionally need to return to the real universe to avoid the turbulent psychic currents. When to jump in and out are determined by the pilot. Members decide.

"Well..."

Fu Qinghai just stretched his waist.

"Khan, Bosmond would like to see you."

The hatch opened and Qing Ming appeared and said.

"Huh? Invite him in."

Fu Qinghai was stunned for a moment in confusion.

"He invites you to speak to his flagship, Master."

Qing Ming stood at the cabin door and said.

"What does this mean?"

Fu Qinghai said as he stood up.

…

Due to the chaotic nature of time and space in subspace, huge fleets are still passing through the curtain of reality one after another. The warships that arrive first must wait for the subsequent warships to arrive one after another.

At this time, a Thunderhawk gunboat flew out from the boarding deck of the battleship Suzheng, turned around and flew towards another battle barge parked not far away, the battleship Abomination, reduced its speed and slowly merged into the opponent's open boarding ship. On deck.

…

Abomination, captain's quarters.

Three space warriors in black and gold armor, led by five space warriors in black and white armor, strode down the passage of the battleship. If you pay attention to the details, you will notice that the three Space Marines wearing black and gold armor walking behind are obviously more than half a head taller than the five Space Marines in black and white armor in front.

The hatches slid open to both sides.

Fu Qinghai thought he would see many chapter leaders at the final high wall, but he didn't expect that there was only Bomond sitting alone behind the desk in the captain's room.

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Not even Kurland.

"Qingshan Khan, welcome to my flagship."

The Black Templar Grand Marshal stood up and greeted him.

"Why did the Generalissimo come to me alone this time?"

Fu Qinghai glanced at the empty captain's room and asked. Bosmond's personal cabin is very simple, so simple that it's a bit shabby, which fits most people's stereotype of the ascetics and crusaders of the Black Templars.

"Answer a question in my heart."

Bosmond looked serious and said:

"A question that has troubled me for a long time."

Bosmond's face is a combination of ugly and terrifying. Half of his face is embedded with an iron-gray metal mask and a white plastic prosthetic eye. The flesh and blood on the other half of his face is like a wax statue that has been melted by flames and then solidified again. The severe The burned skin hangs on the cheekbones, and saliva is constantly flowing from the side of the pierced cheek. It is so oozing from a close distance.

"Want to hear the details."

Fu Qinghai said calmly.

Behind Fu Qinghai, the director of the think tank Danzhuer stared deeply at Bo Ximond's face and remained silent.

"Please come with me."

Bosmond raised his hand to signal.

The three of them followed him towards the depths of the cabin.

"Khan, his face was burned by psychic fire. Conventional plastic surgery can't heal it, but I can."

A voice sounded in Fu Qinghai's heart.

Fu Qinghai recognized Danzhuer's voice.

The damage caused by psionic energy may be ingrained in genes or even souls, and often only another psionic energy can repair it. Among the five schools of the Thousand Sons Legion, the Liangyu School is a master of using spiritual energy to tamper with flesh and blood, whether it is the enemy's or one's own. Danzul is also familiar with the spells of the Bright Feather School, and he is confident that he can repair the horrific disfiguring scars on Bosmond's face.

Fu Qinghai shook his head imperceptibly.

Denjul may have some psychic knowledge.

But he didn't understand the Black Templars.

The Black Templars can be said to be the most anti-psionic war group, bar none. They regard psychic energy and mutation as a symbol of uncleanness. The Black Templars have no think tank troops. Except for the astropaths and navigators necessary to maintain the fleet's navigation, the Black Templars' fleet does not have any other units related to psychic powers.

Biological psychic spells may indeed be able to heal the injuries on Bosmond's face, but before the other party takes the initiative to ask or request, Fu Qinghai doesn't want to get in trouble with these fanatical space crusaders. Fanatic believers are not a good way to communicate. Object, some of the behaviors of Black Templar are very evil.

Vera mentioned that in the original novel, after the Black Templar Space Marines landed on the Battle Moon, they saw some strange human captives with long legs. They came from a low-gravity world. As a result, the Black Templars shot these long-legged humans without saying a word, because they thought they were dirty and evil mutants, but in fact, the long-legged humans belonged to the "Golden Pure Breed Manual" The human classification category in , like Ogryn and Lytlin, is subhuman.

The Arbitrator of the Ministry of Justice, Haas, stood up bravely to prevent the Black Templars from killing these long-legged human prisoners, and gained the support of the people, and became the new Minister of Justice after the war. Because he knew this plot, Fu Qinghai repeatedly ordered all Space Marines to prohibit the killing of prisoners without obtaining authorization. In fact, he was telling the Black Templars to listen. He did not want his coup to fail because this group of religious fanatics had damaged Astartes' image in the minds of the people.

Bomond didn't know that Fu Qinghai was slandering him.

He walked to a hatch at the back of the cabin.

Raise your hand and press the button next to the hatch.

The doors of the weapons room slowly opened to both sides.

A jet motorcycle sits there quietly.

Black paint with gold trim, a cool and handsome bow-shaped front, brown leather seats, black vector nozzles, and neat rows of heat dissipation valves and exhaust pipes on both sides...

Isn't this my Blue Falcon?

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened slightly.

Bosmond caught the expression on his face.

"So, legends are just legends after all, right?"

Bosmond stared closely into Fu Qinghai's eyes.

"The evil armor that binds demons, being able to fight to a draw with the Emperor's Champion, fighting in and out of the Spirit of Vengeance...these are just legends, not real things that happened."

Bosiemond still refused to believe it.

Even if the legendary Space Marine appeared in front of him alive, he would rather tell himself: they just look alike, and it is normal for similar faces to appear in the inheritance of gene seeds; they just have the same facial position The same ritual scars were carved, a tradition shared by White Scar descendants; they just happened to have the same name...

"Didn't you keep the video of the duel?"

Fu Qinghai sighed with regret:

"Those were three very exciting duels. They were brilliant and unforgettable. Every time I think about it, it still gives me goosebumps. The Emperor's Champion, the Black Sword Master, it is my honor to duel with him. Every time I think about it, I get goosebumps." Every Space Marine should watch that duel over and over again, it will do you a lot of good."

Bosmond's face gradually stiffened.

He admitted it, he admitted it anyway.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't save Sigismund."

Fu Qinghai glanced at Bomond with pity, reached out and patted his shoulder, and walked past him towards the weapons room.

"What I regret even more is..."

Fu Qinghai stroked his jet motorcycle:

"The traitor was not killed."

…………

"About to leave subspace."

The navigator's voice sounded again.

"All crews ready."

"Countdown, ten, nine, eight..."

The ship's hull gave a heavy pause, and the giant bow pierced a tearing and shaking material-like film of light, sailing from the bizarre sea of ​​souls to the starry black void. The combined fleet successfully arrived at Mandeville Point in the Caudra system.

As soon as they returned to the real universe, the crew of the battleship Su Zheng became busy. All detection arrays were turned on, scanning the galaxy in front of them over and over again. Simple planet images were slowly outlined in the holographic projection.

"Discover the Battle Moon!"

A mortal staff officer shouted.

"Coordinate position: Cordra star orbit."

"A high-energy reaction signal was detected inside the galaxy, which is 92.3% similar to the gravity storm weapon."

Another crew member also reminded hurriedly.

Fu Qinghai stood in front of the strategic platform on the bridge, looking seriously at the holographic projection filled with details that was repeatedly outlined in front of him: the Orc satellite was parked next to a planet, and scattered small broken light spots were floating from the surface of the planet. To the battle moon. This is a picture simulated by the detection array. The real situation may be a hundred times more terrifying than what is seen in the holographic projection. These tiny broken points of light were originally supposed to be components of the planet, but now they are constantly peeling off and then rising into the sky...

What are you doing this time?

Fu Qinghai frowned and thought deeply.

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