Chapter 167 Senior Brother, the master is missing
The membrane of the bubble filled with faint fluorescence suddenly changed in front of his eyes.
The screen instantly turned black.
"Boom! Boom boom boom..."
Fu Qinghai plunged headlong into the hard ground, sparks flying out from the friction between his helmet and the ground. Although Fu Qinghai had extinguished the plasma propulsion, turned off the jet turbofan, and retracted the short wings the moment he passed through the tombstone gate, he still rushed forward. The speed of exiting the webway still caused him to plow a shallow hole in the ground.
Then with a "pop" sound, half of Fu Qinghai's body plunged into the water.
Fu Qinghai quickly stood up and checked his surroundings.
The surroundings were pitch black, with only dim light in the distance. The visual compensation of the eyepieces and the visual control organs behind the eyeballs made adjustments instantly, allowing Fu Qinghai to have a panoramic view of the surrounding environment.
Like the sewers of a giant city, there are several Optimus Pillars standing here. The tops of the pillars are invisible darkness, and the bases of the pillars are buried among the dirty and broken ruins.
Looking far into the distance, the ground is covered by dozens of connected water areas. On the ruins slightly above the water, there are some simple man-made buildings, which are the dim lights emitted there. The tiny shimmers shine on the dark water. It was reflected from above, causing undercurrents to surge under the water's surface.
Although Fu Qinghai has never been here before, this familiar painting style vaguely brought back the childhood memory of the world of reincarnation that he had when he first entered the Warhammer 40K universe.
Hive city?
Fu Qinghai stood up from the puddle of water, with sewage pouring down from his body. He first checked the weapons, equipment and trophies on his body, and found that they were all intact.
At this time, Fu Qinghai suddenly realized a problem, turned around, looked around, and said:
"Uncle, uncle? Damn it, where is my master?"
Old man Hu Xian is missing!
Fu Qinghai quickly pulled out his legs from the puddle, walked to the shore, and looked around.
The dark environment did not affect Fu Qinghai's vision. He searched all around, but found no trace of old man Hu Xian, not even the corners of his brown tattered robe.
Fu Qinghai stood there in a daze.
The two people obviously entered the hazy fluorescent bubble together, but how come only one person was left when they came out?
Fu Qinghai quickly walked towards the location where he fell out, wanting to see where he fell out from.
Fu Qinghai climbed up to the top of the ruins with his hands and feet and came to the base of an Optimus Pillar. He looked around and found no structure similar to a portal. Looking up, he saw that the upper half of the giant pillar was submerged in the water. In the endless darkness, it looks like a tower to the sky, the kind that will instantly make the heartbeat of patients with macrophobia increase.
In the middle of the giant pillar, there is an inconspicuous piece of black, which is different from the surrounding black, slightly darker.
But in Astarte's vision, this black spot was very obvious. Fu Qinghai raised his head, the huge turbofan behind him started, and he jumped up a lot, reaching a few hundred meters. High in the sky, a square stone room hollowed out from the middle of the giant pillar appeared in front of him.
The turbofan stopped, and the magnetic soles gently fell to the ground.
Looking back, I saw that I was currently standing on a hidden high platform, at least 600 meters away from the ruins below. It seemed to be a hole cut out of a huge and boundless high wall.
Fu Qinghai turned around and started searching the hole.
In a small space, there are piles of garbage, some empty bottles and cans, and some burned ashes and powders. There are a bunch of ghost symbols engraved on the chalk walls. The winding and twisted carvings give off a sense of ghostliness. An ominous feeling of magic and witchcraft.
Is this where I came from?
Fu Qinghai looked confused.
Why are the exit and entrance of this Tombstone Gate completely different?
Is there something wrong with the path pointed by the Star God Fragment?
ah!
Fu Qinghai suddenly realized that he was stupid.
The Tombstone Gate is a creation of the Necrons. If Fu Qinghai enters and then comes out of another Tombstone Gate, he will be back to another Necron territory. This does not mean that he escaped in vain. Escape?
Therefore, the exit pointed out to him by the Star God Fragment was not another tombstone gate at all, but perhaps a Webway node.
But why did the old man disappear inexplicably? Fu Qinghai was puzzled.
Fu Qinghai once saw a saying that compared with the entrance to the web channel of the Spirit Tribe, the Tomb Stone Gate is equivalent to digging a hole in the web channel. Therefore, the Tomb Stone Gate is very unstable. Not only does it need to be passed quickly, but also The possibility of collapse at any time... But, what's going on, two people go in and one person comes out?
Fu Qinghai frowned and looked around, his expression a bit ugly.
What the hell is this? Fu Qinghai cursed in his heart.
He wasn't unhappy that the thick leg he was hugging was gone, he was worried that his master had been transported by the webway and he didn't know where he had gone.
Originally, old man Hu Xian returned to the Warhammer 40K universe because he couldn't worry about himself and came back to be his thug to suppress the situation. But now he has been lost.
The old man is a Level 7 reincarnator. He has seen many strong winds and waves in the world of reincarnation, so he should be able to protect himself. However, Fu Qinghai felt... something was lacking.
Although he didn't say it, Fu Qinghai was not the kind of wolf who took all gifts for granted. Fu Qinghai had secretly vowed to help old man Hu Xian fulfill his obsession, but Fu Qinghai had no idea how to accomplish it.
Old Man Hu Xian's problem involves too high a level, is too abstract, and is too metaphysical. It cannot be solved simply by increasing the number of gun barrels, increasing the caliber, or doubling the charge.
"ha……"
Fu Qinghai put his hands on his hips, rubbed his teeth, and sighed.
Fu Qinghai shook his head, suppressing his worries about the old man for the time being, and focused on dealing with the situation in front of him.
Preliminary judgment shows that this messy yet familiar painting style is probably the bottom floor of a certain hive city.
Fu Qinghai stroked the dents on the wall. He realized that the holes in the giant pillars, the traces of magic, the nodes of the webway... all of these hinted that this place was not simple, and he needed to take a closer look.
Fu Qinghai knelt down, took off his helmet, picked up some unburned ashes on the ground, rubbed them with his fingertips, put them under the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly.
Lahoye.
He didn't use the taste detection nerve to judge, the smell deep in his memory directly told him the answer.
Tobacco is commonly used recreationally in the human empire, and is smoked by sailors in expedition fleets. It has a similar narcotic effect to marijuana, but is more addictive and can be classified as a soft drug.
The presence of Lahoye means someone is smoking here? It's like saying nothing.
Fu Qinghai noticed a strange light flashing from the corner of his eyes. He turned around and picked up a small piece of broken glass, placed it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.
It's just a piece of glass, nothing magical about it.
Fu Qinghai thought, and the armor plate on the outside of the breastplate opened automatically, revealing a small lighting lamp, and the white light shone on the glass piece in his hand.
Suddenly, a strange, evil, constantly changing picture appeared in the glass:
The trees were twisted and withered, and clusters of moldy black fungi grew. The fungi swelled, the umbrella cover opened, and a bunch of human heads with rotten flesh hung underneath. The empty eye sockets stared straight at Fu Qinghai, and the mandible opened automatically. , making a silent cry...
"Depend on!"
Fu Qinghai threw the glass piece away, and the broken glass hit the ground with a crisp sound.
A reflective sheet.
This is a reflective film!
Reflective sheets are essentially pieces of broken glass, but for various reasons, they may be a ship lost in subspace, or a galaxy close to a weak point in the curtain of reality. In short, these glass sheets are soaked in chaotic energy. For decades, completely contaminated, imbued with psychic energy and highly addictive, when the user observes these things, he will briefly see the scene of the Chaos Realm, triggering in him a feeling between wonderful excitement and extreme fear. emotion.
It is said that some reflection films even contain the souls of Chaos Demons.
Fu Qinghai looked at the broken glass here with surprise and uncertainty.
In reality, drugs are roughly divided into three categories. Tranquilizers, such as morphine; stimulants, such as MDMA; and hallucinogens, such as LSD.
The reflective sheet in the Warhammer 40K universe probably belongs to the category of hallucinogens, but its hallucinogenic principle is subspace psychic energy.
Smoking Lahoye is nothing. Lahoye is even a special munition in some mortal auxiliary units with poor morale and discipline. However, if someone smokes reflective sheets here, the nature is different. This Belongs to heretical behavior...
Fu Qinghai stood up, his eyes a little solemn.
Connected to the runes on the wall, this cavity may be a gathering place for some cultists, and then connected to the tombstone gate and the webway node...
Fu Qinghai looked at the pile of garbage on the ground, squatted down again, picked up a handful of green powder, put it to his mouth, and slowly stuck out his tongue to taste it.
There was a "bang" in his mind, Fu Qinghai's pupils shrank, and he spat out the green saliva with a "bah" sound.
After seeing the reflective film, Fu Qinghai was not too surprised by the appearance of this thing.
Death elixir.
Also a hallucinogen, produced in the Necromunda Hive.
In Necromunda's bottom nest, mountains of rotten food accumulated over thousands of years have produced a green powder under the influence of mutated fungi. Drinking it will cause people to feel pleasure and hallucinations. It is a high-altitude drug that is strictly prohibited by the empire. It is a powerful and highly addictive dangerous drug, but many nobles and civilians in the upper nest and lower nest are addicted to the pleasure of this drug and cannot extricate themselves.
Legend has it that excessive drinking of the undead elixir can directly open the channel between the drinker's soul and body. If his soul is strong enough, he can absorb the power of the subspace. Relatively weak souls will be directly sucked away in the opposite direction and become a person. An empty shell like a walking corpse.
In other words, for spellcasters in the Warhammer 40K universe, Necromantic Elixir is also a tonic in a sense.
There is an elixir of death. Is this the hive of Necromunda?
Fu Qinghai judged in his heart.
The hive world of Necromunda may not be well-known in the human empire, but it is quite famous in the circle of Warhammer 40K enthusiasts because there are RPG games and team-running books based on it.
Spellcaster + Cultist = Illegal Psychic... there are more and more elements.
Until Fu Qinghai stretched out his hand to push aside a pile of garbage and saw a small card underneath.
Fu Qinghai picked up the card, which was written in crooked low Gothic:
"Mona, and sister Lucy, will be together forever!"
A heart and a smiling face were also drawn below.
"Hold……"
Looking at this card, Fu Qinghai fell silent.
Painful past events and memories suddenly came to mind.
Schwerin Hive.
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