Fu Qinghai came to Wokuotai's personal weapons room again.
But this time I came with Wo Kuotai.
Wo Guotai, who was in a wheelchair, stretched out his hand to caress the bone-white power armor, with many complicated things in his eyes.
The power armor has a cool, concise and bold style unique to technological military equipment. There are many gothic religious-style ornate metal decorations on the edges of the armor, chest, shoulder armor and other details, organically integrating these two contradictory styles. Together, this is the unique gothic punk aesthetic style of Warhammer 40K.
The same style is seen in Warhammer 40,000 on the ships, titans and buildings of the Imperium of Man.
Wo Kuotai turned to Fu Qinghai and said, "The only set of MK4 extreme power armor in the entire brotherhood, are you ready?"
Fu Qinghai nodded vigorously: "I'm ready!"
"Don't you need me to introduce its functions?"
"I already know it by heart."
Not to brag, although Fu Qinghai had never worn power armor before, and was taught and trained by Master Quinto according to the requirements of the Forge Master (a more senior technical sergeant). Although his training time was quite short, he was very familiar with power armor, a kind of space warrior. The iconic equipment has been thoroughly researched.
"Very good," Ogedai said, "come with me to the training cage."
In the training cage, several servitors surrounded the tall Fu Qinghai.
Before putting it on, Fu Qinghai had carefully polished and maintained the power armor, and painted the red symbol of the Martian Mechanicum - gears surrounding the skull - on the right shoulder armor.
Identify yourself as a technical sergeant.
In fact, this logo is not the real symbol of a technical sergeant. Its real symbol should be the huge servo arms extending from both sides of the power backpack. The arrogant mechanical arms behind it are the real symbol for identifying a technical sergeant.
But unfortunately, there is no special power armor for technical sergeants on the Gladius.
So Fu Qinghai had to make do.
After all, Wo Kuotai had already given him the newest set of powered armor on the Gladius.
The left shoulder pad of the power armor bears the lightning symbol of the White Scars Legion. The specific description is that a red lightning breaks through a golden horizontal bar with a red edge.
Fu Qinghai feels that this logo is somewhat similar to the logo of DC Universe’s Thunder Shazam.
I don’t know if after putting on the power armor and raising one arm high in the sky and shouting "Shazam——", a bolt of lightning will strike and turn me into a muscular man wearing a red tights and a white cape.
Fu Qinghai took off the robe he was wearing, revealing his muscular body wearing only shorts.
The skin on his chest, abdomen, and back were each inlaid with two iron-gray circular metal interfaces.
It added a hint of ferocity to his strong body.
These metal interfaces are interfaces generated by the black carapace under the skin and are used to link with the power armor.
Fu Qinghai put on a full set of powered armor with the assistance of servitors and robotic arms.
Fu Qinghai held up the helmet with both hands, put it on slowly, and turned it gently to seal the helmet with the neck armor.
The scene seen through the goggles suddenly changed.
A small green arrow appeared above the heads of Wokuotai and the servitors in front of them.
This is the Identification Friend or Foe system at work.
Fu Qinghai thought, and the scene in front of him changed again. The originally clear image became blurred, and Wokuotai and the servitors turned into dark red outlines with yellow edges.
This is a thermal imaging view.
In addition, there are shooting assistance systems, vehicle fire control systems, etc.
Fu Qinghai moved his arms, felt the "second skin of a space warrior", and nodded with satisfaction.
It is indeed an equipment specially designed for space warriors. After Fu Qinghai put it on, he could use his arms and fingers as well as the legend, and it required almost no break-in time.
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In the next few days, Fu Qinghai challenged other Space Marines in the company one by one under the guise of getting to know each other and exchanging feelings with his comrades.
Fu Qinghai, who studied under Albus Lang, the leader in cold weapon combat in the Falcon Brotherhood, would occasionally lose at first because he was not familiar with the opponent's techniques and routines. Later, he would be overwhelmed by his strength and challenge the invincible opponent of the Gladius.
The Gladius frigate is not big, and there is no racing track inside for the White Scars warriors to race. However, when the frigate occasionally slows down due to crossing the asteroid belt, Fu Qinghai can wear power armor, ride a jet motorcycle, go out for a walk, and experience The fun of racing in space, bending on an asteroid, is a true three-dimensional racing experience.
Soon, the ship broadcast an announcement and everyone returned to their cabins and work stations.
Prepare to enter the subspace.
Fu Qinghai returned to his rest cabin, washed up and sat next to the bed.
He couldn't see everything outside the frigate.
Suddenly, he felt a tremor on the floor, ceiling and surrounding fixed facilities.
Wokuotai told him that this was a manifestation of the full power output of the battleship's core reactor.
It often happens when a battleship needs to fire all its firepower, or sail at full speed.
The tremor went away as quickly as it came, and the rest cabin immediately returned to calm.
Nothing happened.
Fu Qinghai shrugged and fell asleep.
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Fu Qinghai slowly woke up from his sleep.
He frowned, muttered, and rubbed his face drowsily.
He had almost never felt this way since his promotion to Astartes.
This feeling of poor sleep quality.
My head feels a little heavy and aches.
Fu Qinghai shook his head, stood up and walked to the bathroom.
He took a handful of cold water and rubbed his face with both hands.
Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark bags under his eyes, short stubble, and a tired look on his face.
How is this going?
Fu Qinghai was about to take a closer look at his facial skin.
Um?
The corners of his eyes twitched.
Just now, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that the corner of the mirror seemed to be suddenly dazed.
Fu Qinghai reached out and pressed the corner of the mirror, and his thumb was clearly reflected on the mirror.
no problem.
Then he turned and looked behind him.
Nothing.
Weird... Fu Qinghai muttered to himself. He had the impression that something flashed across the corner of the mirror just now, but he couldn't see clearly. It was like a 3A game played with an old graphics card and an antique monitor, with an indescribable feeling. Mosaic blur.
Fu Qinghai returned to the bedroom. As soon as he walked to the bed, he suddenly heard a low call coming from outside the cabin door.
Fu Qinghai frowned and walked behind the door to listen.
"Qinghai... hiss... Qinghai..."
At that moment, a vague sound poured into his eardrums, very far yet very close, as if someone was blowing air against his ear.
Fu Qinghai immediately opened the door.
I don’t know why, but he didn’t think about a question in his mind——
His name was "Lock" in Xiachao and Chisilatan, and "Qingshan" after his promotion. No one here knew his real name was Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai felt a little confused in his mind, but the conditioned reflex developed from long-term training still made him immediately open a box on the bedside and take out a bolt gun.
Quickly pull the bolt, load the gun, and aim at the hatch.
Holding the gun with one hand, he pressed the hatch opening button with the other hand.
The hatch slowly opened, revealing a white corridor with no one around.
A breeze blew in from outside the cabin door, and goosebumps appeared on Fu Qinghai's calves.
cold.
Although Fu Qinghai is now only wearing a pair of tight sports shorts.
But this feeling still surprised him.
He hadn't felt cold in a long time since his promotion to Space Marine.
It seemed to be a kind of chill... coming from the depths of the soul.
Fu Qinghai stepped out of the cabin door and searched the corridor with his eyes following the muzzle of his gun.
On the left, a man wearing a legion's white crew uniform with red edges was walking slowly away with his back to him.
The close-fitting uniform outlines a graceful figure, with short black hair hanging behind her ears.
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes. There were few female mortal crew members on the Dirk frigate. He did not remember such a slender and tall crew member.
He pointed his gun at the figure's back and said:
"Stop, soldier."
The back figure paused.
"Turn around." Fu Qinghai continued.
The uniformed figure remained unmoved.
"I am Space Warrior Qingshan, I order you, turn around, soldier!" Fu Qinghai emphasized his tone.
The crew member slowly turned around, revealing a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Seeing that face, Fu Qinghai's eyes widened for a moment.
It was a delicate Asian oval face, a long and slender nose, long eyelashes... There were no pupils in the eyes.
She was Fu Qinghai’s ex-girlfriend in her previous life on Earth.
The woman grinned, and with this smile, her face began to twist, and her entire face began to twist as if it had been put into PS and being pulled by various lasso tools.
"Foreigner..." A low, hoarse, inhuman voice came from the woman's mouth, which stretched from her lips to her ears.
"Who are you?" Fu Qinghai tightened his grip on the gun handle and forced himself to calm down.
"Stranger..." The monster in front of him ignored Fu Qinghai's question and continued to talk to himself:
"I am chewing on your memory, your soul does not belong here..."
Hearing this, Fu Qinghai stopped thinking and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
Fu Qinghai suddenly woke up from the bed.
He was sweating profusely and panting heavily.
Fu Qinghai looked around at the familiar beds and walls.
This is a dream... Before Fu Qinghai could collect his thoughts, a huge knock on the door came.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound was as loud as a pile driver hitting the door.
Before Fu Qinghai could get up, the cabin door opened.
Wokuotai and Talal led a yellow-haired young man with a white cloth around his forehead in.
The three of them looked at Fu Qinghai who was sweating profusely on the bed, and Wo Kuotai asked:
"Van Leer told me that a huge psychic fluctuation was detected from your cabin. What happened, Qingshan?"
Fu Qinghai looked confused and said, "I just had a dream..."
"Dream? What kind of dream?" Talal asked.
"I dreamed of a woman, a strange-looking woman wearing a white-scar crew uniform. She said to me...said..." Fu Qinghai got stuck as he spoke. He really didn't know how to explain the next words.
Different from the confusion in the dream, he immediately regained his thinking ability as soon as he woke up. Words such as "soul does not belong here" and "foreigner" were obviously saying that the monster in the dream knew by understanding his memory. He is from the earth.
There are two obvious pieces of evidence. The monster called him "Qing Hai", and the face the monster transformed was the face of an ex-girlfriend on Earth in his previous life.
"……I forgot."
"Forgot?" Talal and Ogedei asked in unison.
"Yes, my head hurts so much now, and I can't remember anything." Fu Qinghai looked in pain and rubbed his head with both hands.
The two space warriors didn't know what to do, so they looked at Van Leer, who had been silent.
Van Leer stared at Fu Qinghai for a while and said:
"Qingshan's body is no longer in harm's way. I didn't notice any spiritual energy fluctuations on his body. There is no smell of ether here anymore. Everything has disappeared."
Ogedei and Talal looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
In the end, Wokuotai could only say to Fu Qinghai: "You rest for a while and go to Master Kunto to check your physical condition."
Just left.
After the three of them left, Fu Qinghai got up from the bed and came to the bathroom mirror "again".
In the mirror, except for the wet sweat stains on my face, I have no bags under my eyes, no red bloodshot eyes, and no stubble. I am clean and healthy.
Fu Qinghai put his hands on the sink and started thinking.
The frigate is currently sailing in the subspace under the protection of Geller's position. As an extraterrestrial visitor who has read the official Warhammer 40K novel, he knows the inside story of the subspace better than Ogodei, Talal and others.
The essence of subspace is the projection of the emotions and consciousness of various intelligent creatures in the universe.
There is not only endless violent energy here, but also consciousness, creatures, and even...gods.
The Eldar have their gods, and the Orks have their gods.
Humans...maybe too.
Until the Horus Heresy tore open the ferocious veil of the subspace, the human empire's understanding and utilization of the subspace remained at a relatively superficial level.
Limited to astrological communication and warp jumping.
But other races, the Eldar, the Old Ones, the Orks, even the humans of the Golden Age (officially called the Dark Ages by the Empire) and some human colonies lost in the universe, all have a deeper understanding of the Warp. Know.
Fu Qinghai's own interpretation of the dream just now is that a powerful subspace existence noticed him and forced his way through the shield of the Geller force field to talk to him.
That existence should not have reached the level of the Four Evil Gods of Chaos, so he thinks too highly of himself. Those four generally only focus on outstanding heroes among humans, or extreme evildoers.
But it cannot be ordinary subspace creatures, such as astral ghosts, psychic poisonous bees, etc. These low-level subspace creatures without intelligence are basically unable to invade the Geller force field.
It should be a certain lord-level subspace boss.
With no clue, Fu Qinghai simply gave it up. Anyway, the frigate was about to leave the subspace.
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In the battleship corridor, three people walked side by side.
Wokuotai asked the question again: "Van Leer, are you sure Qingshan doesn't have psychic talent?"
Van Leer nodded: "I'm pretty sure he didn't."
"Then how do you explain what happened just now?" Wo Kuotai asked immediately.
Van Leer was silent.
This blindfolded, slender, yellow-haired young man seemed to not know how to explain to Wo Kuotai, and seemed to be organizing his words.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Do you believe in magic and witchcraft, Captain Ogedai?"
Ogedei said unceremoniously: "You don't have to be like this, Van Leer, White Scars are many think tanks, and the great Storm Prophet is just a so-called wizard in the eyes of ignorant mortals. We Chogris and Terra Unlike some blind people, we clearly know the existence of the road to heaven and respect it."
Van Leer nodded and said slowly: "That's good. Then, Captain Wo Kuotai, do you think there are... any living things in the subspace?"
"This..." Wo Kuotai Ning choked.
If it were Ogedai when he first participated in the Great Crusade, he would have scorned the notion that there were demons, gods, and monsters in the subspace.
However, after experiencing the outbreak of the Horus Heresy, what Qin Xia and others saw on the surface of Prospero, and the fragments of astrological messages from the Battle of Signus, many rumors slowly began to ferment in the army.
Van Leer did not wait for Ogedai to think of his words, and said directly:
"When I was a child, I saw vague records about subspace demons in the ancient books kept in our Lille family library. I don't know whether those records are true or false... but if you want to ask me the answer, I think that That’s the answer.”
After speaking, Van Leer turned around and returned to his cabin.
Only Ogedei and Talal were left there, smacking their lips at the meaning of these words.
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