"Phew."

Fu Qinghai spit out the wet broken leaves in his mouth and came out of a bush.

The sky was already faintly bright, but the forest was still full of fog, and there were still water droplets hanging on the branches and leaves.

Fu Qinghai carried a large leather bag on his shoulder, a trophy captured from the reckless orcs, used to hold the fragments of his power armor and the servo skull of Hall Kemp.

The lean old man Hu Xian followed behind Fu Qinghai and walked along the road opened up by this two-meter-tall guy.

He also carried a large leather bag containing the corpses of five Scroogs.

The old man still remembered the taste of mushroom soup.

Fu Qinghai climbed a boulder on the top of the mountain, looked into the distance, looked at the rising sun in the distance, and the reckless forest sea, Fu Qinghai smashed his mouth, and his face was embarrassed.

There is a way to look at the mountain and run a dead horse, this is not looking at the mountain, it is looking at the sky.

The aurora in the night sky appeared in this direction, and now it is daytime, and the aurora cannot be seen, and Fu Qinghai is not sure where it is.

Old man Hu Xian stood beside him, 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 found the murals in the ruins, I wouldn't have thought about the space necromancers, but now, with many clues pointing to the space necromancers, this green aurora looks very suspicious."

Fu Qinghai remembered the black stone pot that Old Man Hu Xian used to boil the Sguge soup.

Fu Qinghai didn't know if Old Man Hu Xian's killing intent fluctuations were psionic energy and magic, but he knew that blackstone was not an anti-psionic metal like phase iron, blackstone was a mineral substance of unknown composition that naturally existed in the real universe, but it was also closely related to subspace.

Blackstone had to be made into a blackstone structure in order to have the ability to manipulate psionic energy, and a simple unprocessed blackstone was a hard, dense ordinary stone.

Note that this is about manipulation, and blackstone is like a kind of psionic magnet, with positive and negative electrodes, which means that the structure of blackstone can either suppress psionic energy or enhance psionic energy, rather than simply forbidding demons.

The aforementioned relic technology phase iron is not used to prevent psionic reactions from occurring or prohibit the use of magic, but is processed by the inquisitors of the Imperial Inquisition and used as handcuffs, leg cuffs, and iron collars to imprison psionics.

Of course, the empire belongs to the kind that knows it but doesn't know why, and can only use the ready-made blackstone structures that have been built by space necrons in ancient times, such as the blackstone obelisk on the planet of Kadian Fortress in the later generations.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai turned his head and asked:

"Uncle, where did you get that pot, did you process it yourself?"

Fu Qinghai had the impression that although blackstone could be processed and constructed, its strength was very high, the structure was dense, and the space necrons used blackstone as building materials and ship materials, and its hardness was stronger than that of the living metal of the space necrons.

Otherwise, the dead three-meter-tall orc wouldn't have used black stone to make an axe.

Old man Hu Xian said: "It was picked up in the forest, and the original shape was a bit like a pot, so I roughly processed it and used a lightsaber." ”

With a lightsaber...... Fu Qinghai understood.

It's a lightsaber that cuts everything.

Fu Qinghai figured all this, looked at the endless ridges and forests around him, and frowned.

Old man Hu Xian saw Fu Qinghai's difficulties and suggested:

"Either we wait for the evening, and when the aurora appears at night, we can know the direction."

Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly and said, "What if there happens to be no aurora tonight, that thing is not available every day." ”

Fu Qinghai jumped off the boulder on the top of the mountain in one step and jumped into the dense bushes, and the sound came from the branches and leaves below:

"Let's go, uncle, and explore a little bit ahead."

……

Fu Qinghai's decision was not wrong, and further on, the lush vegetation began to gradually thin, and bare black stones began to gradually appear on the surface, fragmented, the large ones were half buried in the soil, and the small ones were scattered directly on the forest meadows.

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 directions in the black stone, and finally, after removing a large leaf that blocked the view......

A tall black obelisk appeared in front of the two of them.

"Hmm......" The old and the young raised their heads together.

"It's huge."

"It's so high."

A huge black obelisk as tall as thirty or forty stories high.

Wind erosion, windshield wipers, endless years and changing natural disasters have left an indelible mark 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 blackstone structure.

It can be seen that the blackstone creations are very huge, and even if the technology is as advanced as space necromancy, it does not have the ability to small arms the blackstone structure.

Fu Qinghai suspected that near this obelisk, Old Man Hu Xian couldn't even turn on the fluctuation of killing intent.

Of course, it was just a suspicion, firstly, Fu Qinghai didn't know if the killing intent fluctuation was considered spiritual energy, and secondly, with the state of indistinguishing between friend and foe after the old man Hu Xian turned on the killing intent fluctuation, it was better not to experiment.

Fu Qinghai stared at the inscriptions on the black obelisk, which were densely packed and intricate characters composed of three symbolic elements: circles, semicircles, and long and short straight lines.

Although Fu Qinghai couldn't understand it, Fu Qinghai was now 100% sure.

This is the creation of space necromancy.

Space necromancers, who are they?

Nicknamed Mechanical Ribs, Space Tomb King, and Flying Mummy, Warhammer 40K is the only race that has achieved "weak flesh and blood, mechanical ascension", and the technological ceiling in the Warhammer 40K universe.

Master technologies such as Dimensional Pockets, Non-Inertial Navigation, Brilliant Star Maps, World Engines, Gaussian Weapons, Tesla Weapons, Hyper-Phase Weapons, and more......

In one sentence to describe the physical technology of space necromancy -

Advanced as magic, more magical than magic.

Space necrons are an ancient race of the same era as the ancient saints, and its predecessor is a technologically advanced but very short-lived biological race - the Death-Fear, because its birthplace is a highly toxic radiation star, the Death-Fearing Gene has engraved a short-lived curse, this race is afraid of death, and worships death, and the cultural style contains a lot of death vision symbols: tombs, pyramids, coffins, etc.

Later, because of the coveting of the secret of the ancient saint's eternal life, and the desire to maintain the unity and balance within the huge territory through the external contradiction of war, the fear of the dead and the ancient saint fought a battle, that is, the battle of heaven, the fear of the dead was pressed to the ground by the natural subspace energy manipulator the ancient saint, no matter how advanced the technology was, it could not be defeated, and then it was bewitched by a powerful physical existence called the "star god", and the council of the three saints of the feared died decided to carry out the ritual of transforming the whole clan, the flesh and blood were transformed into living metal, and the consciousness was transformed into data, Turned into a soulless space necromancer.

In the process, the Dreads did gain the coveted eternal life, but the souls of the Dreads were devoured by the stars.

After the reincarnation of the whole race, the space necromancer, the strength has risen greatly, with the help of the star god, the ancient saint was exterminated, but the space necromancer who felt that he was played by the star god, and then fought back, and the star god was all broken into pieces, the star god is rumored to be the embodiment of the laws of reality and physics, and cannot be killed, so the space necronomicon imprisoned the star god fragments as their own tools, weapons and eternal energy.

After fighting the battle of heaven and defeating the star gods, the space necrons are already full of vitality, and it coincides with the servant races created by the ancient saints to help fight the war, the Aidai and the Orc orcs, are in a thriving rising period, and the space necromancers who predicted that the Spirit Empire will eventually perish decided to collectively sleep for tens of millions of years, and wake up after ten million years, anyway, they will live forever and use time to defeat the enemy.

"The above is the origin of space necromancy."

Fu Qinghai turned his head 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 are we here? ”

Fu Qinghai pondered for a while, organized the wording, and said:

"First, the location of the ruins has been exposed to the orcs, and we can't stay there for long, and second, ...... Uncle, think about it, what did you come to the Warhammer 40K universe for, is it to stay on this reckless planet and eat and wait for death? You have to find a way to restrain the fluctuation of killing intent, and I want to leave here and return to the Human Empire, we always have to find a way, I think this space necromantic tomb is an opportunity! ”

Old man Hu Xian touched the beard on his chin, nodded, and agreed with Fu Qinghai's statement.

In fact, it was more of Fu Qinghai's idea to explore the tomb of the space necromancy, because Old Man Hu Xian only needed to throw down the anchor of the world again after the next reincarnation world was opened, and he would naturally leave the Warhammer 40K universe, of course, he could leave this reckless alien star, but it was Fu Qinghai who would be trapped here all the time.

Generally speaking, space necromancy technology is so developed, in order to maintain himself and his mausoleum intact in tens of millions of years of sleep and not invaded, the protection of the space necromancer must be rigorous and thorough, and exploring the tomb of the space necromancer is a kind of death-seeking behavior that has no way back, but Fu Qinghai now observes it and dares to make this kind of death decision, there is a reason:

Many planets where the space necromantic crypt world is located, before they themselves woke up, other racial civilizations have developed on the planet for a long time, and these civilizations don't know that the planet they are on is a space necromantic tomb world, why?

Because those space necromantic dynasties that are really wealthy and technologically advanced will directly put the entire tomb world into a dimensional pocket, which is very hidden.

And the tomb world that Fu Qinghai is currently in not only has obvious black stone creations, but also obvious bugs and anomalies such as green aurora at night from time to time, isn't this an obvious reminder that there is a problem here?

Fu Qinghai estimated that either it was because this tomb world did not belong to a powerful necromantic dynasty, not a top-notch space necromantic dynasty like the Sotek dynasty, the Mephilite dynasty and the Menek dynasty, but just a third-rate space necromantic dynasty.

Or, under the baptism of tens of thousands of years, in the movement of various geological plates and the outbreak of natural disasters, this tomb world has been partially destroyed, so a glimmer of vision has been revealed.

The latter is also very common, such as the Amnos Dynasty, which was destroyed by the entire land in the eruption of a stellar solar flare, and many tomb worlds and necromantic dynasties were destroyed by cosmic natural disasters in tens of millions of years of sleep.

With these two premises, the temptation of necromancy technology is a sufficient condition, and exploring a way to leave the planet is a necessary condition, sufficient and necessary, if Fu Qinghai does not come to explore, it is really impossible to say.

Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian circled around the black stone obelisk, but did not find a single gap, although the whole obelisk was damaged, but it was completely integrated, I really don't know how the space necromancers processed it.

The two had no choice but to cook on the fire to fill their stomachs.

Night has quietly fallen.

Fu Qinghai sat on an exposed irregular black stone, set up a barbecue grill with branches, and whirled a biting Sguge with sharp teeth and a big mouth on a wooden stick.

The aroma of grilled mushrooms diffused, recalling the buttery mushrooms he had eaten in a barbecue restaurant in his previous life.

The old man Hu Xian was cross-legged on the ground, leisurely waiting for Fu Qinghai's barbecue works, and suddenly, the old man's heart moved, and he raised his head to look.

"Qingshan, look, that green aurora has appeared again."

Hu Xian pointed to the faint 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 continued from the top of the green light curtain to the end closest to the ground, and then, Fu Qinghai saw that the entire aurora was emitted from a crack in the surface in the distance.

"Let's go!"

Fu Qinghai didn't say a word, pulled his legs and ran over there.

"Wait a minute."

Old man Hu Xian dragged off two fat Sguge hind legs from the barbecue grill and hurriedly followed.

Fu Qinghai came to this crack in the surface, and it was a huge irregular black stone, without any carvings of space necromancers on it.

The dark green light radiated from this gap, forming a curtain of aurora lights in the night sky.

Fu Qinghai squatted in front of this thin and long crack, observing carefully.

Old man Hu Xian held a Skuge hind leg in one hand, and walked over slowly while tearing and chewing.

Fu Qinghai tried to break the crack with his hand, and found that his fingers couldn't reach in, so he raised his head to look at the old man Hu Xian and said:

"Uncle."

Old man Hu Xian put the hind leg of Skuge held in his right hand in his mouth, nodded, wiped his oily palm on the robe on his body, and took out a silver lightsaber hilt from the robe.

At this moment, Fu Qinghai was a little sympathetic to this lightsaber.

"Tweet—"

The light green lightsaber stretched out, and Old Man Hu Xian held the lightsaber with his backhand and thrust it down forcefully.

The subtle burning sound of "hissing ......" sounded, and the pitch-black stone began to turn red and melt, and the force condensed + plasma beam, slowly cutting the solid black stone.

Old man Hu Xian took a lot of effort to eat all the two hind legs before he cut out a round hole in this whole irregular black stone.

Fu Qinghai patted the old man Hu Xian's shoulder: "Hard work, uncle, is the energy of your lightsaber enough?" ”

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "I still have spare batteries, don't be afraid." ”

Under the round hole, there was a faint green light, and nothing could be seen.

Looking at the faint green light under his feet, Fu Qinghai gritted his teeth, his heart was horizontal, he pulled out the tile steel sword, jumped over, and jumped down.

Suddenly, the whole person was swallowed up by the light and disappeared.

Old man Hu Xian patted the scraps of meat in his hand, and the lightsaber lit up again, and he also jumped down.

……

"Smack."

The light vanished, his vision returned, and Fu Qinghai's feet landed on a flat stone floor.

Take a quick look at your surroundings, which is a dark stony corridor.

There are straight lines and intricate green light strips on the walls of the corridor, which provide a faint light source for this dark corridor.

"Smack."

Old man Hu Xian also fell.

Fu Qinghai cautiously bowed and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

This passage is twisted and turned, branching out in many directions, like a labyrinth, Fu Qinghai saw collapsed stones blocking the way from time to time, and in these collapsed places, the faint green light bar on the stone wall was also extinguished.

"We're probably no longer on this planet."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice while groping.

The judgment of the sense of direction in Fu Qinghai's mind has not disappeared, if it is still on the planet, it is now out of the surface.

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "Is this what you call the pocket dimension?" ”

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said, "I've only heard about it, but I've never seen it." ”

Every time he encountered a fork in the road, Fu Qinghai's method was to let Old Man Hu Xian use his intuition to judge which way to go.

It's not a blind choice, it's called "Let the Force guide us."

After turning another fork in the road, Fu Qinghai was walking in the dark and silent corridor, and suddenly, the subtle sound of "click-click-click" came into his ears.

Fu Qinghai stopped and listened intently.

It was as if the arthropods of some kind of insect were tapping on the ground.

Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian glanced at each other, lowered their steps, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Behind a crumbling block of stone are three metal beetles slightly larger than the fists of the Space Marines, their compound eyes emitting a faint green glow characteristic of space necrons, and they are digging through the collapsed rubble with their multi-legged mechanical appendage claws.

Scarab beetle.

The lowest-level non-intelligent mechanical servant in the Space Necronomicon Crypt has the metamorphosis ability to decompose matter into energy and then reshape it into matter, and is the cornerstone of space necromancy's construction, production, and forging.

Fu Qinghai's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice:

"Kill them."

The green lightsaber waved, and the three Immortal Scarabs had just floated before they were killed by Old Man Hu Xian with a few swords.

Fu Qinghai went over to check, and the three underworld scarabs died very simply, and their entire bodies were fused by the lightsaber.

Fu Qinghai picked up a scarab beetle and examined the pitch-black metal carapaces, which were like jewels, inlaid with dark green silk threads outlining geometric circuit diagrams.

This is the aesthetic style of space necromancy, in stark contrast to the cold and hard gothpunk style of the Human Empire, and the dark sci-fi tomb style belongs to yes.

Inside the Space Necro Crypts, Scarabs patrol in hordes, looking for systems that need to be repaired and intruders that need to be eliminated.

Fu Qinghai picked up all the remains of the three scarabs, held them in his arms, and said to the old man Hu Xian:

"Uncle, when you encounter this thing again, remember to keep one for me."

These are all treasures, and a little technology that leaks out of the fingernails of the space necromancy is enough for the Cult of the Mechanicus to study for a thousand years, and it may not be possible to understand it.

Old man Hu Xian nodded and asked, "Have they discovered us?" ”

Fu Qinghai said in a low voice: "It should be discovered that the data thinking of the Scarab Beetle and the entire tomb is networked, but our level of invasion is not enough to wake up the owner of the tomb, so I don't know." ”

It depends on the classification of the danger level of these two men by the tomb maintenance system.

The two continued to walk down the corridor.

In the empty corridor, suddenly, Old Man Hu Xian seemed to feel something, and the green lightsaber suddenly swung up.

"Laha ......"

Blinding sparks flew around, and a mechanical structure more than two meters tall fell at the feet of the two men.

The scorpion-shaped dark green fuselage, with two rows of sharp and slender mechanical arthropods on both sides of the body, and a long iron-gray barbed tail dragged under the body, and the entire body has been cut in two by a lightsaber.

Fu Qinghai recognized it, this was the ghost of the underworld, a tomb maintainer who was one level higher than the underworld scarab.

Old man Hu Xian stretched out his hand and stroked the wall on the side, and said in surprise: "There are no gaps and mechanisms, how did it appear, through the wall?" Is this some kind of magic? ”

If it weren't for the fact that Old Man Hu Xian followed the Force warning in his heart, he would have fallen in love with this thing just now.

Fu Qinghai squatted down to inspect the remnants of this ghostly ghost, shook his head and explained:

"No, it's not magic, it's hyperphasing technology."

The Wraith is also an automatron, and its core equipment is a phaser, a transdimensional unstable matrix that allows the Wraith to change its phase state in space-time at will.

The space necromancers who master the living metals, all the creations are 3D printing-like additive manufacturing, and they are integrated without leaving any gaps, and the mechanical creations of the normal human empire need to reserve openings for inspection, maintenance and upgrading, while the creations of the space necromancers are all integrated, what should I do when I encounter internal damage and need to be repaired? The Wraith uses hyper-phase technology to penetrate walls into mechanical structures, and then come out of the walls after repairs.

It's that awesome.

The ghost of the underworld is too big, and it is inconvenient for Fu Qinghai to carry it, otherwise Fu Qinghai would not want to let go of this precious wreckage.

The low-level mechanical bodies such as the Scarab and the Wraith, were not loaded with the rebirth protocol, otherwise there would have been a scene that terrified the Imperial Army in later generations: the space necromantic warrior who had been destroyed and fell to the ground, the living metal on his body slowly wriggled and healed, and slowly stood up again.

(Author: Terminator T1000 copied up)

In the end, Fu Qinghai was holding the Skuge leather bag in one hand, which contained the remains of three Scarabs of the Underworld, and with the other hand, he dragged the long tail of the Grimworker Ghost and dragged it forward.

Just refusing to give up anything.

As Fu Qinghai dragged it, the sharp arthropods of the ghost of the underworld made a piercing sound on the stone floor, and Fu Qinghai didn't care, anyway, he would have been alarmed a long time ago.

Ye just came in, what's the matter?

There is a reason why Fu Qinghai dares to be so arrogant.

Along the way, many situations made Fu Qinghai have more judgments.

In the original book of the Space Necrogen, the Scarabs of the Underworld often act in groups of hundreds or thousands, and there are many collapsed and damaged places in the tomb, but there are no Scarabs to repair, and the only place is that only three Scarabs are repairing, and it took a long time to meet a Ghost of the Dead.

The condition of this tomb world may be even worse than Fu Qinghai imagined at the beginning.

Finally, the two of them came to a closed black stone gate and came to a dead end.

The black stone gate has dense and delicate green carvings, and when you look closely, it seems to contain mysterious logic and connections, as if it is some kind of circuit, and it seems to be some kind of combination lock.

Fu Qinghai didn't care what the combination lock was, and turned his head to look at the old man Hu Xian.

Old man Hu Xian didn't say a word, the lightsaber lit up, and he directly cut and broke the door.

Have you ever seen a Jedi Knight who boarded an enemy ship and encountered a closed hatch and still pressed the code there?

The blackstone gate lit up with a reddish cut.

Soon, the 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 door fell to the ground with a bang, and what appeared in front of Fu Qinghai's eyes was a closed room that was not big or small.

There are all kinds of devices in it, full of space necromancer style, that Fu Qinghai doesn't recognize.

The high and low cylindrical platform has scales like scales, planetariums around endlessly, thick and thin tubes, and various polyhedron-like Rubik's cubes and mazes.

Although Fu Qinghai didn't know any of these instruments and equipment.

But based on the intuition of the same researcher.

This intuition told Fu Qinghai.

It's a lab.

Old man Hu Xian held a lightsaber in his hand, looked around, and was cautiously guarded.

None of these strange and delicate experimental instruments attracted Fu Qinghai's attention, and at this moment his eyes were attracted by a piece of fabric on the metal floor.

It was a dark red piece of broken fabric with fine lines on it, out of place with the surrounding space necromantic creations, more like some kind of superhero tights material.

Fu Qinghai knew that space necromancers did not need to wear clothes, even if some necromantic overlords and necromantic emperors needed to pretend to be forced, they would directly use living metal to simulate the appearance of cloaks, ribbons or robes, and textiles would not and should not appear in the world of space necromancers.

Fu Qinghai looked at this dark red piece of broken cloth and remembered a sentence he had read in his previous life:

The official archaeological team of the state, after going to the tomb, is most afraid of seeing not a zongzi zombie, but a plastic bottle.

The discovery of plastic bottles indicates that the tomb has been visited by tomb robbers.

Fu Qinghai was in a somewhat complicated mood at the moment, raised his gaze, and looked at the other instruments in the laboratory again.

Something that radiated light caught his attention again.

Fu Qinghai breathed softly, let go of the hand that was dragging the tail of the ghost of the underworld, carried a bag of the remnants of the scarab of the scarab of the underworld, and lightly came to a cylindrical platform.

Quietly placed on the top of the table was a square box, inside which was a fist-sized bead that slowly emitted a green light.

Fu Qinghai stared at the green bead tightly, and the "Tony Stark Electronic Soul Backup" in his mind was frantically analyzed.

Still didn't know what it was, but Fu Qinghai found what looked like a switch, and he reached out and gently touched a small dot on the box.

The green beads bloomed upwards with a soft light, and a lifelike holographic stereoscopic projection appeared in the light.

In the projection, the face of a space necro appeared.

It is a dark iron-colored skull-like metal face inlaid with a green one-eye, with two metal ornaments like Ultraman Tairo on top of his head, and he is holding a large blue staff-like metal club.

This is a tomb mechanic.

Fu Qinghai made a judgment in an instant, which was consistent with the identity of the owner of the laboratory.

The Tomb Technician, a space necromancer and engineer, has a higher status than most space necromantic classes, such as Necromantic Warriors, Immortals, and Destroyers, but is lower than true necromantic nobles, such as Necromantic Lords, Necromantic Overlords, and Necromantic Emperors.

The society of the Fear of the Dead was originally a hierarchical, old-fashioned and conservative society, and after the transformation into space necromancers, only a part of the middle and upper classes retained their personality and consciousness intact, and the rest, such as civilians, infants, and young children, were transformed into cannon fodder without self-consciousness - that is, necromantic warriors.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician is babbling something into the camera.

Fu Qinghai couldn't understand a word.

But he was very confused.

Because as far as he knows, the brain of the space necromancer is the core of various thinking pipelines and calculations, and there is no need to record anything through holographic projection like human experiments, just remember it in the brain, and the space necromancer will only use a sounder when talking to other races, and the space necromancer communicates with each other, and the information can be transmitted point-to-point with a pair of four eyepieces.

Fu Qinghai didn't make a sound, but continued to patiently watch this holographic projection, although he couldn't understand the language of the necromancy, but he could make a preliminary analysis through the content of the projection.

If Fu Qinghai could understand the language of the space necromancer, he would be able to understand at this moment that this tomb technician was saying to the camera:

"Damn, the 450th experiment failed again, and I still can't replicate this amazing particle."

"My head was groggy and a lot of my previous knowledge memories had become blurred, and it was a painful feeling, I don't know if it was because of the early awakening or because my memory data path had been destroyed in a long hibernation, in short, it was a headache for me."

"That's right, headaches, I have hardly felt this kind of headache since the transition."

"Now, I have to use the holographic emeralds to record my experiments, just like those ridiculous flesh races, because I fear that the precious experimental data will be annihilated in the short-circuited and damaged thinking pipeline, just like my ancient memories."

"Okay, now, ...... Four hundred and fifty-one? Or is it the 449th experiment? Well, the four hundred and forty-eighth experiment, start ......"

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and frowned.

He found that in the holographic projection, this space necromantic tomb technician was repeating the exact same experimental operation over and over again, and came up with the same experimental results, but he still kept repeating the operation, and even said the same thing about the experimental conclusion.

What's going on, is this how the experiment works, how does it look like the brain is not very good.

Could it be...... Fu Qinghai was thoughtful.

In the long dormancy of the space necromancer for thousands of years, not only the tomb world will be destroyed, but the space necromancer's own data thinking will also be damaged to varying degrees, not only civilians, soldiers and tomb technicians, but even some necromantic overlords and the emperor's thinking pipelines have been destroyed.

For example, there is a necromantic overlord who has always considered himself to be a fearful of the dead, and no matter what race he has a war with, he sees it as a civil war between the dynasties of the feared of the dead, so he must follow the rules of glory, fight in close combat, respect the opponent, show the honor of the warrior, and cannot use the long-range sniper class such as the mark of death.

Some of the Necronomis' collective thinking data has been corrupted, and has even developed into a virus program called "Curse of the Skinner".

Fu Qinghai probably figured it out and continued to look down.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician finally realizes that he is doing useless work by replaying the experimental process, and the camera pulls and turns to a human being bound and imprisoned in a metal coffin.

Ouch hey...... Fu Qinghai recognized the tight-fitting uniform worn by this human at a glance.

A dark red and silver jumpsuit, a silver metal helmet with two large red eyepieces on it, and a small antenna next to the ear.

If this isn't Ant-Man, who is it?

Ah~ I see...... There is no need to understand what the tomb technician is saying, Fu Qinghai has already realized in his heart.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician continued to babble:

"I know, this thing is called a human, before we decided to sleep, it was still a low-level primate that could only walk upright, and now it can use such magical particles, it is really 30,000 years, it should be impressive."

"When I received an intrusion alarm from the central maintenance system of the tomb and was urgently awakened, I took seven immortals who were temporarily awakened by me, and searched the entire tomb, but I couldn't find where the intruders were."

"I'm not even planning to forcibly wake up more necromantic soldiers despite the Resuscitation Council's wake-up protocol."

Fu Qinghai didn't 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, when he was hiding, triggered the Tesla device outside the static force field, and was electrocuted out of its original form, haha."

"It's amazing, a creature four feet tall can shrink into a small point smaller than the crack in the black stone door, I said how he broke through the defense of the tomb and entered the laboratory...... And my algorithm can guess that this may not be the limit of this particle, and it seems that there is a secret to traveling through time and quantum tunnels, what kind of magical technology is this, even our space necrons have not mastered. ”

Pym particles.

Fu Qinghai looked at the glass tube that the tomb technician was playing with, and inside was a flowing dark red liquid.

This thing has appeared many times in the Avengers movie.

"It took me a lot of effort to capture this little guy alive, the Immortal's particle cannon and double-barreled Gauss blast gun almost demolished my entire tomb, and I was so angry that all the sub-processes in my thought pipeline were mixed together, alas!"

“…… Finally, finally, the five thousand seven hundred and ninety-first experiments were over, and at the last moment of exhausting the raw materials, I finally obtained a crude imitation of this particle. ”

In the holographic projection, the Tomb Technician held up a gadget in his hand, which was a strangely shaped pistol-like thing.

"I still can't completely replicate this particle, I even suspect that this particle is not a product of this dimension of the universe at all, especially my damaged knowledge memory path, which seriously interferes with my analysis and calculation process, hey, why did I run out of raw materials, I should leave a little and ask Lord Orecan, maybe he will have a better opinion or opinion......

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician can't help but play with the finished experiment in his hand, which is a strange little pistol with a muzzle like a needle and a light red liquid column behind the gun.

Looking at the picture in the holographic projection, Fu Qinghai's gaze slowly moved away from the green beads and looked at the wall on the left-hand side, where there was a square groove in which the small pistol was levitating.

Fu Qinghai didn't see the reincarnator in the ant-man uniform in the holographic projection again, and he might have been disposed of as experimental waste by the Scarab Beetle.

But the little pistol is still there.

Fu Qinghai stared at the small pistol suspended in the recess of the wall.

It was a stasis field, one of the few space-time stationary techniques that both the Human Empire and the Space Necrons had mastered.

Of course, for space necromancy, this is a rotten cabbage technology, and it is all in the tomb world. But for the Human Empire, it is a relatively rare and high-end technology, and Robert Killiman's body that was about to die after being cut by Fogen was kept in the static force field by the Ultramarines.

The holographic projection continues to play.

"No, in the program process in my head, there are more and more fragments of information, and all kinds of emerging memories are mixed with my experimental data, no, I have to go back to sleep, otherwise the computing core will be burned."

As soon as the words were finished, the projection went out.

Suddenly, at this moment, all the walls of the entire laboratory turned into a dazzling red, and an inexplicable alarm sounded in the room.

Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian were both stunned for a moment, and then they saw that the metal wall in front of them slowly slid down, and a team of heavily armed metal skeletons, holding double-barreled Gauss blasting guns and thick particle cannons in their hands, appeared in front of the two of them.

Thick... Courtesy... Crab!

Fu Qinghai shouted: "Get out of the way!" ”

Just rolled and dodged behind the cylindrical platform.

??? Biu——”

Two thick green beams of light flashed, and the entire experimental cylindrical platform, together with the instruments and equipment on it, was instantly disassembled and peeled off under the green light column, and gradually dissipated.

Old man Hu Xian also dodged a Gaussian decomposition beam with a nimble side roll, and before the next beam hit, he swung his sword to block!

“Biu！”

The green beam was unexpectedly bounced back, peeling off and disintegrating a large chunk of the breastplate of a space necromancer in front of the line.

But it began to heal slowly.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly remembered in the depths of Fu Qinghai and Hu Xian's minds at the same time.

[Ready to start a new round of reincarnation, please choose an item within your control or an ability you have already obtained as soon as possible to start assimilation]

【Available Options】

【Scott Leather X1】

【Scarab Scarab (Severely Damaged) x3

【Hall Kemp's Servo Skull X1】

Fu Qinghai was rolling and dodging, but he always dragged the bag and didn't let go.

Compared to the fourth style of swordsmanship, who was skilled and exquisite, and could also use the lightsaber to fight back from time to time, Fu Qinghai was much more embarrassed, rolling around on various donkeys between the columns and platforms in the laboratory to avoid the attacks of the immortals.

Not enough, not enough!

Fu Qinghai shouted in his heart, just the remains of the three Immortal Scarabs were sorry for the many assimilation points he had accumulated.

Fu Qinghai had an idea and hid behind the box containing the green beads.

Sure enough, the guns were pointed at the immortals here, and there was obvious hesitation.

Hehe, this is a record of your valuable experimental data, can you bear to destroy it?

Fu Qinghai smiled secretly in his heart.

[Countdown, 10, 9, 8......]

The world of reincarnation is already urging.

But they didn't think about it, the immortals only hesitated for a second, as if they had received some command, and suddenly pulled the trigger again.

it!

Fu Qinghai dodged out with another flying pounce, and the cylindrical platform exploded behind him, dissipating and disintegrating.

【5、4、3……】

Fu Qinghai rolled to the groove in the wall and grabbed the small pistol inside.

The Space Necro Immortals hesitated again.

Just now it was experimental data, now it is the result of experiments.

Probably in their set process priorities, this little pistol is very high in order.

Fu Qinghai poked into the static force field, and the skin and flesh on his palm were quickly peeled off by the small Tesla device wrapped around the force field, but the miserable white bone claw still fished the small pistol out of it.

"Smack!"

The other hand held the small pistol firmly in the palm of his hand.

Now the immortals didn't dare to open fire.

【…… 2, 1, Confirm Selection, Scarab (Badly Damaged) X3, Hall Kemp's Servo Skull X1, Pym Ray Pistol X1]

【Start Assimilation】

The Immortals and Fu Qinghai stared at each other and froze in place.

【Assimilation Complete】

[Coming to the next reincarnation world, countdown, 10, 9, 8 ......]

"Ah......h

A low Gothic with a rough electronic accent came out of the darkness:

"Let me see, which unbelawed little guy broke into my mausoleum."

The faint green one-eyed lit up in the darkness, and the figure of a tall tomb technician appeared behind the immortals.

In the next second, the white light flashed, and Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian disappeared together.

…………