"Pooh."
Fu Qinghai spit out the wet broken leaves in his mouth and emerged from a group of trees.
The sky is already slightly bright, but the forest is still filled with mist, and water droplets are still hanging on the branches and leaves. If Fu Qinghai has to wade through such a place with thick and lush vegetation, Fu Qinghai will inevitably get wet all over, and his hair will be black. His clothes and linen robe were all wet and clinging to his body.
Fu Qinghai carried a large leather pouch on his shoulder, which was a trophy captured from the wild orcs. It was used to hold the fragments of his powered armor and Hall Kemp's servo skull.
The lean old man Hu Xian followed Fu Qinghai, walking along the path opened by the two-meter-five-meter big guy.
He also carries a large leather bag containing the corpses of five Scrooges.
The old man still couldn't forget the taste of mushroom soup.
Fu Qinghai climbed up a boulder on the top of a mountain and looked into the distance. Looking at the rising sun and the vast forest in the distance, Fu Qinghai smacked his lips and looked embarrassed.
There is a saying that looking at the mountain is a dead horse. This is not looking at the mountain anymore, but looking at the sky.
The aurora in the night sky appears in this direction. It is daytime now and the aurora cannot be seen. Fu Qinghai is not sure where it is.
Old man Hu Xian stood nearby, also looking into the distance, and asked:
"Could that aurora be a mirage or some other natural phenomenon?"
Fu Qinghai shook his head and said:
"If I hadn't discovered the murals in the ruins, I wouldn't have thought about the Necron. But now, with many clues pointing to the Necron, this green aurora seems very suspicious. "
Fu Qinghai thought of the black stone pot that old man Hu Xian used to make squage soup.
Fu Qinghai didn't know whether the fluctuations of old man Hu Xian's murderous intention were psychic and magical, but he knew that black stone was not an anti-psychic metal like phase iron. Black stone was a naturally occurring mineral substance of unknown composition that existed naturally in the real universe. , but it is also closely related to subspace.
Black stone must be made into a black stone structure to have the ability to control psychic energy. A simple unprocessed black stone is just a hard and dense ordinary stone.
Note that what we are talking about here is control. The black stone is like a psychic magnet with positive and negative poles. In other words, the structure of the black stone can suppress psychic energy or enhance psychic energy, rather than simply banning magic.
The relic technology phase iron mentioned above is not used to prevent psychic reactions and prohibit the use of magic. Instead, it is processed by the inquisitors of the Imperial Tribunal of Heretics and used as handcuffs, leg irons and iron collars to imprison psykers. Phase iron does not prevent psykers from using psionic powers, but once a psyker uses psionic powers, the metal will melt and penetrate into the psyker's skin and flesh, causing the psyker's death.
The human empire and the Necrons often use black stone structures to suppress the side of spiritual energy. Of course, the Empire is the kind that knows it but doesn't know why. It can only use what the Necrons have already built in ancient times. , ready-made black stone structures, such as the black stone obelisk on the planet Cadian Fortress in later generations.
Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai turned around and asked:
"Uncle, where did you get that pot? Did you process it yourself?"
Fu Qinghai's impression is that although black stone can be processed and structured, its strength is very high and its structure is dense. The Necrons use black stone as building materials and ship materials, and its hardness is stronger than the living metal of the Necrons.
Otherwise, the dead three-meter-tall orc wouldn't have used the black stone to make an axe.
Old man Hu Xian said: "It was picked up in the forest. The original shape was a bit like a pot. I roughly processed it and used a lightsaber."
Use a lightsaber... Fu Qinghai understands.
It is indeed a lightsaber that cuts through everything.
Fu Qinghai thought about all this, looked at the endless ridges and forests around him, and frowned.
Old man Hu Xian saw Fu Qinghai's difficulties and suggested:
"How about we wait for the night, when the aurora appears at night, then we can get a clear direction."
Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly and said, "What if the aurora doesn't happen to appear tonight? That thing doesn't happen every day."
Fu Qinghai jumped off the boulder on the top of the mountain and jumped into the dense trees. A voice came from the branches and leaves below:
"Let's go, uncle, let's explore further ahead."
…
Fu Qinghai's decision was right. As he walked further, the lush vegetation began to gradually become sparse, and exposed black stones gradually began to appear on the surface. There were fragments, large ones half-buried in the soil, and small ones scattered directly on the ground. On forest meadow.
Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian no longer needed to rely on the guidance of the green aurora at night, but looked for more and more black stones and walked in the direction. Finally, after pushing aside a large leaf that blocked their sight...
A tall black obelisk appeared in front of the two people.
"Well..." The old man and the young man raised their heads together.
"so big."
"So high."
A huge black obelisk as high as thirty or forty stories high.
Wind erosion, windshield wipers, endless years and changing natural disasters have left indelible marks on this black stone obelisk. The edges and corners are no longer sharp, and the carvings have been smoothed.
But it still stands here.
This obelisk is a typical black stone structure.
It can be seen that the black stone structures are very huge. Even if the technology is advanced, such as the Necrons, they do not have the ability to weaponize the black stone structures.
Fu Qinghai suspected that old man Hu Xian could not even activate the murderous intention wave near this obelisk.
Of course, it's just suspicion. Firstly, Fu Qinghai doesn't know whether the wave of murderous intention is considered psychic power. Secondly, given the state of indistinguishability between friend and foe after old man Hu Xian turns on the wave of murderous intention, it's better not to experiment.
Fu Qinghai stared at the carvings on the black obelisk. They were densely packed and complicated words composed of three symbolic elements: circles, semicircles, and long and short straight lines.
Although Fu Qinghai couldn't understand it, Fu Qinghai was 100% sure now.
This is the creation of the Necron.
Necron, who are they?
Nicknamed Mechanical Spare Ribs, Space Tomb King, and Flying Mummy, they are the only race in Warhammer 40K whose entire population has achieved "weak flesh and blood, but mechanical ascension", which is the technological ceiling in the Warhammer 40K universe.
Master dimensional pockets, inertial-free navigation, brilliant star maps, world engines, Gaussian weapons, Tesla weapons, super-phase weapons and other technologies...
Describe the physical technology of the Necrons in one sentence——
Advanced as magic, more magic than magic.
The Necrons are an ancient race from the same era as the Ancient Saints. Their predecessors were a technologically advanced but very short-lived biological race - the Necrontyr. Because its birthplace was a highly toxic radiation star, the Necrontyr's genes were engraved with short-lived life. This race is afraid of death and worships death. Its cultural style contains many death vision symbols: tombs, pyramids, coffins, etc.
Later, because they coveted the secret of the Ancient Saint's eternal life and wanted to maintain the unity and balance within the huge territory through the external contradiction of war, the Necrontyr and the Ancient Saint fought a war, which was the War in Heaven. The Necrontyr was born in the subspace. The ancient saint, the energy manipulator, pressed against the ground and rubbed against him. No matter how advanced the technology was, he could not defeat him. Later, he was bewitched by a powerful physical being called the "Star God". The Council of the Three Saints of the Necrontyr decided to perform a biological transformation ritual on the entire clan. His body turned into living metal, his consciousness turned into data, and he became a soulless Necron.
In this process, the Necrontyr did gain the eternal life he dreamed of, but his souls were also devoured by the Star Gods.
After the entire race was reincarnated, the Necrons' strength increased greatly. With the help of the Star Gods, they wiped out the Old Saints. However, the Necrons, who felt that they had been tricked by the Star Gods, later turned back and defeated all the Star Gods. It was said that the Star God was the embodiment of the laws of reality and could not be killed, so the Necrons imprisoned the fragments of the Star God as their own tools, weapons and eternal energy.
After fighting the Battle of Heaven and defeating the Star Gods, the Necrons were already severely wounded and riddled with holes. At this moment, the servant races created by the Old Ones to help fight the war, the Aeldari and the Orcs, were thriving. During the rising period, the Necrons, who predicted the eventual demise of the Eldar Empire, decided to collectively sleep for tens of millions of years and wake up after tens of millions of years. Anyway, all their people would live forever and use their time to defeat their enemies.
"The above is the origin of the Necrons."
Fu Qinghai turned to old man Hu Xian and said, "Uncle, do you understand?"
Old man Hu Xian nodded and said: "I understand, the story of a tragic race... So why do we come here?"
Fu Qinghai pondered for a while, organized his words, and said:
"First of all, the location of the ruins has been exposed to the orcs, and we can't stay there for a long time. Secondly... uncle, think about it, why did you come to the Warhammer 40K universe? Is it to stay here forever? Do you want to eat and wait to die on the wild planet? You have to find a way to restrain the fluctuations of murderous intent, and I want to leave here and return to the human empire. We always have to find a way. I think this tomb of the Necrons is one Chance!"
Old man Hu Xian touched the beard on his chin, nodded, and agreed with Fu Qinghai's statement.
In fact, it was Fu Qinghai's idea to explore the tomb of the Necrons, because old man Hu Xian only needs to drop the anchor of the world again after the next reincarnation world opens, and he will naturally leave the Warhammer 40K universe. Of course, Then he could leave this wild alien planet, but it was Fu Qinghai who was stuck here.
Generally speaking, the Necron technology is so advanced. In order to protect themselves and their tombs from being invaded during millions of years of slumber, the Necron protection of the tombs must be rigorous and thorough. Explore the Necron The grave is an act of courting death with no return, but now that Fu Qinghai has observed it, there is a reason why he dares to make such a death decision:
Many Necron tomb worlds are located on planets. Before they themselves awakened, other races and civilizations had developed on the planets over the long years. These civilizations did not know that the planet they were on was a Necron tomb world. ,Why?
Because those Necron dynasties that are truly wealthy and technologically advanced will directly put the entire tomb world into a dimensional pocket, which is very hidden.
The tomb world that Fu Qinghai is currently in not only has obvious black stone creations, but also obvious bugs and phenomena such as green aurora appear at night. Doesn't this clearly remind others that there is a problem here?
Fu Qinghai guessed that, either, it was because this tomb world did not belong to a powerful Necron dynasty, not a top Necron dynasty like the Sotec Dynasty, the Mephlite Dynasty and the Menek Dynasty, but just a third-rate Necron Dynasty. Spirit Dynasty.
Or, under the scouring and baptism of tens of thousands of years, during the movement of various geological plates and the outbreak of natural disasters, part of this tomb world was destroyed, and a trace of strange phenomena seemed to be revealed.
The latter is also very common. For example, the Amnosian Dynasty was burned down by an explosion of a stellar solar flare. There are many tomb worlds and Necron Dynasties that were destroyed over tens of millions of years. While sleeping, he was inexplicably destroyed by a cosmic natural disaster.
With these two premises, the temptation of necromantic technology is a sufficient condition, and finding a way to leave the planet is a necessary condition. It is both sufficient and necessary. It would be unreasonable for Fu Qinghai not to come and explore it.
Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian circled around the black stone obelisk and found no gaps. Although the entire obelisk was damaged, it was intact. I really don't know how the Necrons processed it.
The two had no choice but to cook on the fire to fill their stomachs.
Night fell quietly.
Fu Qinghai sat on an exposed irregular black stone, set up a barbecue grill with tree branches, put a biting squirrel with sharp teeth and a big mouth on a wooden stick and rotated it for barbecue.
The aroma of roasted mushrooms spread out, reminding Fu Qinghai of the butter mushrooms he ate in a barbecue restaurant in his previous life.
Old man Hu Xian was sitting cross-legged on the ground, leisurely waiting for Fu Qinghai's barbecue work. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind and he raised his head to look.
"Qingshan, look, that green aurora appears again."
Hu Xian pointed to the green light curtain above his head, which was constantly floating and changing in the night sky.
Fu Qinghai quickly stood up and looked up at the aurora.
His gaze extended from the top of the green light curtain to the end closest to the ground. Then, Fu Qinghai saw that the entire aurora was emitted from a crack in the ground in the distance.
"Walk!"
Fu Qinghai ran towards that direction without saying a word.
"Wait a moment."
Old man Hu Xian pulled two fat squirrel hind legs from the barbecue grill and followed them quickly.
Fu Qinghai came to this crack on the surface. It was a huge irregular black stone without any Necron glyphs on it.
The green light emanates from this gap, forming an aurora light curtain in the night sky.
Fu Qinghai squatted in front of this thin and long crack and observed it carefully.
Old man Hu Xian held a squirrel hind leg in one hand, tearing it and chewing it while walking slowly over.
Fu Qinghai tried to open the crack with his hands, but found that his fingers could not get in, so he raised his head and looked at old man Hu Xian and said:
"uncle."
Old man Hu Xian put the Scugg's hind leg in his right hand and held it in his mouth. He nodded, wiped his oily palm on his robe, and took out a silver lightsaber hilt from his robe. .
At this moment, Fu Qinghai felt a little sympathetic to the lightsaber.
"Chirp buzz——"
The light green lightsaber extended out. Old man Hu Xian held the lightsaber with his backhand and thrust it down hard.
A subtle burning sound of "hissing..." sounded, and the dark stone began to glow red, hot and melt. The force condensed + plasma beam slowly cut open the solid black stone.
Old man Hu Xian spent a lot of effort and ate both hind legs before cutting a round hole out of the entire irregular black stone.
Fu Qinghai patted the old man Hu Xian on the shoulder: "Thank you, uncle, does your lightsaber still have enough energy?"
Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "I still have spare batteries, so I'm not afraid."
Under the round hole, there was a faint green light, and nothing could be seen.
Looking at the green light under his feet, Fu Qinghai gritted his teeth, his heart pounded, he pulled out the corrugated steel sword, jumped up and jumped down.
Suddenly, the whole person was engulfed in light and disappeared.
Old man Hu Xian patted the remaining meat scraps in his hand, lit up his lightsaber again, and jumped down.
…
"Crack."
The light disappeared, his vision returned, and Fu Qinghai's feet landed on a flat stone floor.
Quickly observing the surrounding environment, it was a dark stone tunnel.
There are green light strips with straight lines and complex shapes on the walls of the corridor, providing a slight light source for this dark corridor.
"Crack."
Old man Hu Xian also fell down.
Fu Qinghai bowed carefully and walked deeper into the corridor.
This passage was winding and branching, like a maze. From time to time, Fu Qinghai saw collapsed stones blocking the path. In these collapsed places, the green light strips on the stone walls were also extinguished.
"We're probably no longer on this planet."
Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice while groping.
The judgment of direction in Fu Qinghai's mind has not disappeared. If he was still on the planet, he would have walked out of the surface by now.
Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "Is this the pocket dimension you call it?"
Fu Qinghai shook his head and said, "I've only heard about it, I've never seen it."
Whenever he encounters a fork in the road, Fu Qinghai's method is to let old man Hu Xian use his intuition to judge which path to take.
This is not a blind choice, this is called "letting the force guide us".
After turning another fork in the road, Fu Qinghai was walking in the dark and quiet corridor. Suddenly, a subtle sound of "click, click, click, click" reached his ears.
Fu Qinghai stopped and listened.
It was as if the arthropods of some insect were tapping the ground.
Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian looked at each other, lowered their steps, and walked towards the source of the sound.
Behind a piece of collapsed stone, there are three metal beetles slightly larger than a Space Marine's fist. Their mechanical compound eyes emit the faint green light unique to the Necron. They are using their multi-legged mechanical appendages and sharp claws to attack the collapsed rubble. Plowing up.
Underworld Scarab.
The lowest level non-intelligent mechanical servants in the Necron tombs have the abnormal ability to decompose matter into energy and then reshape it into matter. They are the cornerstone of the Necrons' construction, production and casting.
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and whispered:
"Kill them."
The green lightsaber waved, and the three underworld scarabs had just floated up when they were killed by old man Hu Xian with a few swords.
Fu Qinghai went over to check and found that the three underworld scarabs died simply, and their entire bodies were fused by the lightsaber.
Fu Qinghai picked up a scarab and looked at the dark metal shells. These shells were like jewelry, with green silk threads outlining geometric circuit diagrams inlaid inside.
This is the aesthetic style of the Necrons, which is in sharp contrast to the cold and hard Gothic punk style of the Human Empire. It belongs to the dark science fiction tomb style.
Within the Necron Tombs, swarms of Underworld Scarabs patrol, looking for systems that need repair and intruders that need to be eliminated.
Fu Qinghai picked up all the remains of the three underworld scarabs, held them in his arms, and said to old man Hu Xian:
"Uncle, when you encounter this thing again, remember to leave one for me."
These are all treasures. A bit of technology leaked from the nails of the Necron is enough for the Mechanicus to study for a thousand years, and it may not be fully understood.
Old man Hu Xian nodded and asked, "Have they discovered us?"
Fu Qinghai whispered: "It should be discovered that the underworld scarab and the data thinking of the entire tomb are connected to the Internet, but we don't know if our level of intrusion is enough to wake up the owner of the tomb."
This depends on the tomb maintenance system's classification of the danger level of these two people.
The two continued to move forward in the corridor.
In the empty corridor, suddenly, old man Hu Xian seemed to have something in his heart, and he suddenly waved the green lightsaber.
"Hey..."
Dazzling sparks flew everywhere, and a mechanical structure more than two meters high fell at the feet of the two people.
The scorpion-shaped dark green fuselage has two rows of sharp and slender mechanical limbs on both sides of the body. A long iron-gray spiked tail drags under the body. The entire body has been cut in two by a lightsaber.
Fu Qinghai recognized it. It was the ghost of the underworld worker, a tomb defender of a higher level than the underworld worker scarab.
Old man Hu Xian reached out and touched the wall on the side, and said in surprise: "There are no gaps or mechanisms. How did it appear? Wall penetration? Is this some kind of magic?"
If old man Hu Xian hadn't followed the Force warning in his heart, he would have fallen for this thing just now.
Fu Qinghai squatted down to inspect the remains of the ghost worker, shook his head and explained:
"No, it's not magic, it's super phase technology."
The ghost of the underworld is also an automatic machine. Its core equipment is a phase shifter, a cross-dimensional unstable matrix that allows the ghost to change its phase state in time and space at will.
The Necrons, who master living metals, all their creations are made using additive manufacturing like 3D printing. They are seamless and leave no gaps. Normal mechanical creations of the human empire need to reserve openings for inspection, maintenance and upgrades, but the creations of the Necrons They are all integrated. What should you do when you encounter internal damage and need to be repaired? The ghost of the underworld worker used super phase technology to penetrate the wall into the mechanical structure, and then came out through the wall after repairing it.
That's how awesome it is.
The Ghost Worker's Ghost was too big for Fu Qinghai to carry, otherwise Fu Qinghai wouldn't want to let go of this precious wreckage.
Low-level mechanical bodies such as the Underworld Scarab and the Underworld Ghost did not have the rebirth protocol loaded on them. Otherwise, there would be a scene that would horrify the imperial armies of later generations: the Necron warriors who had been destroyed and fell to the ground, the living metal buffer on their bodies. He slowly squirmed and healed, and slowly stood up again.
(Author: Terminator T1000 copied it)
Finally, Fu Qinghai held a Skoog leather bag with the remains of three Underworld Scarabs in one hand, and pulled the long tail of the Underworld Ghost with the other hand, dragging it forward.
Just refuse to give up anything.
As Fu Qinghai dragged him along, the sharp limbs of the underworld ghost made a harsh sound on the stone floor. Fu Qinghai didn't care. He would have been alarmed anyway.
I just came in, what's going on?
There is a reason why Fu Qinghai dares to be so arrogant.
Along the way, many situations gave Fu Qinghai more judgment.
In the original work of Necrons, the Underworld Scarabs often move in groups of hundreds or thousands. There were many collapses and damages in the tomb, but no Underworld Scarabs came to repair them. The only one was that There were only three scarabs repairing it, and after walking for a long time, they met a ghost worker.
The condition of this tomb world may be worse than Fu Qinghai initially imagined.
Finally, the two people came to a closed black stone gate and reached a dead end.
There are dense and exquisite green carvings on the black stone gate. If you look closely, it seems to contain mysterious logic and connections, like some kind of circuit or some kind of password lock.
Fu Qinghai didn't care about the combination lock, so he turned to look at old man Hu Xian.
Without saying a word, old man Hu Xian lit up his lightsaber and cut through the door.
Have you ever seen a Jedi warrior who was still struggling to press the password after boarding an enemy warship and encountering a closed hatch?
The black stone door lit up with hot red incisions.
Soon old man Hu Xian cut a crooked and irregular arch.
"Bang!"
Fu Qinghai kicked open the black stone door and stepped into the space behind it.
The Black Stone Gate collapsed to the ground, and what appeared in front of Fu Qinghai's eyes was a small closed room.
There were all kinds of Necron-style devices inside that Fu Qinghai didn't recognize.
There are high and low cylindrical platforms, with scales like balances on them, endless things like astrology, thick and thin tubes, and various polyhedron-like Rubik's cubes and puzzle boxes.
Although Fu Qinghai didn't recognize any of these instruments.
But based on the intuition of a scientific researcher.
This intuition told Fu Qinghai.
This is a laboratory.
Old man Hu Xian held a lightsaber in his hand, looked around, and was cautiously on guard.
None of these strange and exquisite experimental instruments attracted Fu Qinghai's attention. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a piece of fabric on the metal floor.
It was a piece of dark red broken textile with fine lines on it, which looked out of place with the surrounding Necron creations. It was more like some kind of superhero tights material.
Fu Qinghai knew that the Necrons did not need to wear clothes. Even if some Necron Overlords and Necromancers needed to show off, they directly used living metal to simulate the appearance of cloaks, ribbons or robes. In the world of Necron, there is no need to wear clothes. Textiles will and should not be present.
Fu Qinghai looked at this dark red piece of tattered cloth and remembered a sentence he had read in his previous life:
The official national archaeological team is most afraid of seeing zombies after going to the tomb, but plastic bottles.
The discovery of plastic bottles indicates that the tomb has been visited by tomb robbers.
Fu Qinghai was in a complicated mood at the moment. He raised his eyes and looked at the other equipment in the laboratory again.
Something emitting light attracted his attention again.
Fu Qinghai breathed softly, released the hand holding the ghost ghost's tail, carried a bag of remains of the scarab beetle, and walked quietly to a column platform.
There was a square box quietly placed on the table. Inside was a fist-sized round bead that slowly emitted green light.
Fu Qinghai stared closely at the green bead, and the "Tony Stark Electronic Soul Backup" in his mind frantically analyzed it.
He still didn't know what it was, but Fu Qinghai found what looked like a switch. He reached out and lightly touched a small spot on the box.
The green beads bloomed upward with a soft light, and a lifelike holographic three-dimensional projection appeared in the light.
In the projection, the face of a Necron appeared.
This is a dark iron-colored skull-shaped metal long face inlaid with a single green eye. There are two Ultraman Taro-like metal decorations on the top of his head. He is holding a huge blue staff-like metal long stick. .
This is a tomb technician.
Fu Qinghai made an instant judgment, which was consistent with the identity of the laboratory owner.
Tomb technicians, technical experts and engineers of the Necron, have a higher status than most Necron units, such as Necron Warriors, Immortals, and Destroyers, but lower than the true Necron nobles, such as Necron Lords , Necromancer Overlord, Necromancer King, etc.
Necrontyr society was originally a hierarchical, conservative society. After being converted into Necron, only a part of the middle and upper class retained their personality and consciousness completely, while the rest, such as civilians, infants and young children, were converted into Cannon fodder without self-awareness - that is, the undead warrior.
In the holographic projection, the tomb technician was talking to the camera.
Fu Qinghai couldn't understand a word.
But he was very confused.
Because as far as he knows, the Necrons' brains are various thinking pipelines and computing cores. They don't need to record anything through holographic projection like humans do experiments. They just need to remember it in their minds. The Necrons can only and Other races will use sounders when talking to each other. To communicate between Necrons, with a pair of four eyepieces, information can be transmitted point-to-point.
Fu Qinghai did not say anything, but continued to watch the holographic projection patiently. Although he could not understand the language of the undead, he could make a preliminary analysis through the content of the projection.
If Fu Qinghai could understand the language of the Necron, he would be able to understand at this moment that the tomb technician is saying to the camera:
"What a shame, the 450th experiment failed again. I still can't replicate this magical particle."
"My head is dizzy, and many previous knowledge memories have become blurred. This feeling is very painful. I don't know whether it is because of early awakening or because my memory data path has been dormant for a long time. It was damaged, and in short, this feeling gave me a very headache.”
"Yes, headache. Since the biological transformation, I have almost never felt this feeling called headache again."
"Now, I have to use holographic emeralds to record my experimental process, just like those ridiculous flesh and blood races, because I am afraid that the precious experimental data will be annihilated in the short-circuited damaged thinking tube like my ancient memories. Luli.”
"Okay, now, the...451st? Or is it the 449th experiment? Okay, the 448th experiment, let's start..."
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and frowned.
He discovered that in the holographic projection, the Necron Tomb Technician was repeating the exact same experimental operation over and over again, and got the same experimental results. However, he kept repeating the operations, and even said the same experimental conclusions. .
What's going on? Is this how the experiment was done? Why does it look like my brain is not working well?
Could it be... Fu Qinghai was thoughtful.
During the tens of millions of years of dormancy of the Necron, not only the tomb world will be damaged, but the Necron's own data thinking will also be damaged to varying degrees, not only civilians, soldiers and tomb technicians, but even some The thinking pipelines of the Undead Overlord and the King of France were damaged.
For example, there is an undead overlord who always thinks that he is still a Necrontyr, and any war with any race is regarded by him as a civil war between Necrontyr dynasties, so he must follow the rules of glory and fight in close combat. , respect the opponent, show the honor of the warrior, and cannot use long-range sniper units such as Death Mark.
The collective mind data of some Necron dynasties was corrupted, and even developed into a virus program called the "Curse of the Skinner".
Fu Qinghai probably figured it out and continued reading.
In the holographic projection, the tomb technician finally realized that he was doing useless work by playing back the experimental process. The camera zoomed around and came to a human being bound and imprisoned in a metal coffin.
Ouch... Fu Qinghai recognized the tight-fitting uniform this human was wearing at a glance.
Dark red and silver jumpsuit, silver metal helmet, two large red eyepieces on it, and a small antenna on the side of the ear.
Who is this if not Ant-Man?
Ah~ I see... There is no need to understand what the tomb technician is saying, Fu Qinghai has already understood it in his heart.
In the holographic projection, the tomb technician continued to talk:
"I know, this thing is called a human being. Before we decided to go into hibernation, we were still lower primates that could only walk upright. Now we can actually use such magical particles. I haven't seen them for 30,000 years. I'm really impressed."
"When I received an intrusion alarm from the central maintenance system of the tomb and was awakened urgently, I took the seven immortals who were temporarily awakened by me and searched the entire tomb, but could not find the intruder."
"I even plan to forcefully awaken more undead soldiers regardless of the awakening protocol of the Recovery Council."
Fu Qinghai did not notice that while he was concentrating on watching the projection of the holographic emerald, a hidden and inconspicuous holographic recording device in the corner of the laboratory room was also quietly observing him.
"Unexpectedly, this guy triggered the Tesla device outside the stasis field while hiding, and was electrocuted out of his original shape, haha."
"It's amazing. A four-cubit-tall creature can actually shrink into a small point smaller than the gap in the black stone gate. I asked how he broke through the defense of the tomb and entered the laboratory... and my calculations The program can deduce that this may not be the limit of this kind of particle. There seems to be a secret to traveling through time and quantum tunnels. What kind of magical technology is this? Even we Necrons have not mastered it. "
Pym particles.
Fu Qinghai looked at the glass tube that the tomb technician was playing with. Inside was a flowing dark red liquid.
This thing has appeared many times in Avengers movies.
"It took me a lot of effort to capture this little guy alive. The Immortal's particle cannon and double-barreled Gauss blaster almost demolished my entire tomb. I was so angry that all the sub-processes in my thinking pipeline were disrupted. Together, alas!"
"...Finally, finally, the 5791st experiment ended. At the last moment when the raw materials were exhausted, I finally obtained a crude imitation of this particle."
In the holographic projection, the tomb technician raised a small gadget in his hand, which was a strange-looking thing similar to a small pistol.
"I still can't completely replicate this particle. I even suspect that this particle is not a product of this universe and this dimension at all. Especially my damaged knowledge memory path has seriously interfered with my analysis and calculation process. Hey, how can I I have used up the raw materials, I should save some and ask Lord Ourrican, maybe he will have any better opinions or insights..."
In the holographic projection, the tomb technician couldn't put it down and played with the experimental product in his hand. It was a strange little pistol with a needle-shaped muzzle and a column of light red liquid behind the gun.
Looking at the picture in the holographic projection, Fu Qinghai slowly moved his eyes away from the green bead and looked at the wall on the left, where there was a square groove in which the small pistol was suspended.
Fu Qinghai no longer saw the reincarnator in the Ant-Man uniform in the holographic projection. He might have been disposed of as experimental waste by the Underworld Scarab.
But the little pistol is still there.
Fu Qinghai stared intensely at the small pistol suspended in the groove of the wall.
It was a stasis field, one of the few time-space stasis technologies mastered by both the Human Empire and the Necron.
Of course, for the Necrons, this is a piece of crappy technology that exists in every tomb world. But for the Human Empire, it is a relatively rare and high-end technology. Robert Guilliman's dying body after his throat was cut by Fulgrim was preserved in the stasis field by the Ultramarines.
The holographic projection continues to play.
"No way, there are more and more fragmented information in the program process in my mind, and all kinds of emerging memories from my life are mixed with my experimental data. No way, I have to re-enter the dormant state, otherwise the computing core will Burned.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the projection went out.
Suddenly, at this moment, the green light strips on all the walls in the entire laboratory turned into dazzling red, and an inexplicable alarm sounded in the room.
Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian were both stunned for a moment. Then, they saw the metal wall in front of them slowly sliding down. A group of fully armed metal skeletons were holding double-barreled Gauss blasters and thick particle cannons in their hands. , eyes lit up with dazzling green light, appearing in front of the two of them.
Thick...gift...crab!
Fu Qinghai shouted: "Get out of the way!"
He just rolled and hid behind the cylindrical platform.
???Biu——”
Two thick green light beams flashed past, and the entire experimental cylindrical platform, together with the instruments and equipment on it, were instantly decomposed and peeled off under the green light beam, and gradually dissipated.
The same flexible side roll on the old man Hu Xian dodged a Gauss decomposition beam. Before the next light beam, he waved his sword!
"Biu!"
The green light beam was rebounded back, and the chest armor of the Empty Episode in front of it was peeled and decomposed a large piece.
But began to heal slowly.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly remembered at the same time in the minds of Fu Qinghai and Hu Xian.
[Ready to start a new round of reincarnation, please choose the items within your control range or the power that you have obtained as soon as possible]
【Available options】
【Slag leather X1】
[Hades Saint Beetle (severe damage) X3]
[Hall Camp's servo skull X1]
During the rolling avoidance, Fu Qinghai always dragged this leather bag and did not let go.
Compared to the fourth -style sword method, the old man, who can also use the light sword to fight back from time to time, Fu Qinghai is more embarrassed. Various Lai donkeys in the laboratory's cylindrical tables roll away from the attack of the immortal.
Not enough, not enough!
Fu Qinghai shouted in his heart, the wreckage of the three Holy Saint Beetles alone can be sorry for the many assimilation points that he accumulated.
Fu Qinghai's clever machine moved and hid behind the green bead box.
Sure enough, the muzzle had obvious hesitation at the immortal people here.
Hey, here record your precious experimental data. Do you bear it?
Fu Qinghai smiled secretly.
[Countdown, 10, 9, 8 ...]
The reincarnation world has been urged.
But didn't think, the immortal people just hesitated for a second, and seemed to have received any instructions, and suddenly the trigger was bundled again.
Damn it!
Fu Qinghai flew out another fly, and the cylindrical table exploded behind him, dissipating.
【5, 4, 3 ...】
Fu Qinghai rolled to the groove of the wall and grabbed a small pistol inside.
The immortal of the Space Nades hesitated again.
It was an experimental data just now, and it is now the results of the experiment.
Perhaps in their set priority, the sorting of this small pistol is very high.
Fu Qinghai leaned into the stagnation field. The skin and flesh on the palm of the palm were quickly peeled off by the small Tesla device wrapped around the force field, but the pale bone claws still fish out the small pistol from it.
"Snapped!"
The other hand held the small pistol firmly in the palm.
The immortals dare not get angry.
[... 2, 1, confirm the choice, the saint beetle (severe damage) X3, Hall Camp's servo skull X1, Pim rays pistol X1]
[Starting to assimilation]
The immortal and Fu Qinghai stared at their eyes with big eyes and stiffened in place.
【Assimilation complete】
[About to enter the next reincarnation world, countdown, 10, 9, 8...]
"Ah ..." A deep sigh sounded in the darkness behind the immortals.
The low gothic with rough electronic sound came out from the darkness:
"Let me see, which uncomfortable little guy, broke into my mausoleum."
The faint green one -eyed eyes appeared in the darkness, and the figure of a tall tomb technician appeared behind the immortal.
The next second, Bai Guang flashed, and Fu Qinghai and Hu Xian disappeared together.
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