Without waiting for the Tomb Technician to give an order, the double-barreled Gauss blast guns and particle cannons that all the Immortals were carrying in their hands were aimed at Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian.

The Immortals are a space necromancer class one level higher than the Necromancer, still tall humanoid metal skeletons, but their metal limbs and torso are thicker, their joints are more flexible, and their weapons are more powerful than the Necromancer's slender appearance.

The IQ of the Necromantic Warrior is not even as good as that of the servants of the Human Empire, and the Immortals were professional soldiers of the King-Fearing Ones during their lifetimes, and a lot of memories disappeared after the transformation of their bodies, but their IQs were still higher than those of the Servants, so they knew that when Fu Qinghai was holding the Tomb Technician's Pym-ray pistol, they couldn't shoot casually.

It's just that the immortals don't like to talk, and their movements and tactics are a little stiff and dull, like a servant with no autonomous consciousness.

The double-barreled Gaussian blaster is charging, and the particle muzzle lights up green.

"Wait a minute!"

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and interrupted:

"Your Excellency the Tomb Mechanic, you speak low Gothic, don't you?"

Fu Qinghai recalled the last moment before he left the Warhammer 40K universe, and heard this guy talk to himself rather pretended.

With a slight lift of the long-handled staff in the Tomb Technician's hand, the Immortals stopped their guns.

He can control the actions of the immortals through the network of his mind, what is the point of him lifting the staff? Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

"What do you want to say, human, to ask for my forgiveness?"

A cold voice came from the tomb technician's slightly open and closed mouth.

A tomb technician who can speak low Gothic, there is nothing strange, after all, the human empire is currently the master of the galaxy, and a guy who woke up early due to an accident accidentally caught a few humans to study, and it is normal, maybe it is to study the low Gothic learned by the Ant-Man reincarnation.

Well, a space necro who speaks low Gothic and hasn't been infected with the Skinner's curse can communicate.

"I'm not begging for your forgiveness, I'm only using honorifics because I'm polite."

Fu Qinghai took out the Pym Ray pistol, raised it up and said to the tomb technician:

"The results of your research are in my hands, and I am here to negotiate with you."

The tomb technician said lightly:

"What qualifications does a thief have to negotiate with his master? It's a pity, human, that you overestimated the value of this research to me, and if you peeked at my holographic emerald, you should know that the research process has been recorded in my mind, and this little pistol is only commemorative for me. ”

"Oh, really?"

Fu Qinghai said with a smile:

"If you can really record the process of the experiment with your own brain, why use holographic emeralds? Now the holographic emeralds have been destroyed by your men, and as far as I can see, you haven't been able to fully replicate this magical particle, have you? ”

Fu Qinghai has used the Pym-ray pistol countless times in the Marvel Comics universe, and he has long been aware of the effect of the Tomb Mechanic's replica Pym-ray.

But for the tomb mechanic, this was surprising, the human in front of him had not pulled the trigger of the Pym Ray pistol, how did he know that he had not been able to fully replicate the Pym particles?

There was a hint of something different in the tomb technician's cold voice:

"Human, can you understand my experiment?"

Fu Qinghai said unashamedly:

"You imagine that humans are too stupid, your experiments are not complicated, I can know your methods and ideas at a casual glance."

In fact, Fu Qinghai could only roughly guess the purpose of the tomb technician's experiment: trying to replicate the Pym particles, and the rest could not be understood.

After a little surprise, the tomb technician didn't say much, but said:

"Oh, well, a wise human, may you die peacefully with your complacency."

Fu Qinghai raised the Pym-ray pistol in his hand:

"Shoot."

Tomb Technician:

"Put the pistol down, I'll let you go."

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"No, let's get out of here first, and then I'll give you back the pistol."

The Tomb Technician asked rhetorically:

"Why should I trust you?"

Fu Qinghai answered the rhetorical question with a rhetorical question:

"Then why should I trust you?"

"So what are you going to do?"

"Let's get out of this tomb world, and then I'll give you back the pistol."

"Rather than this, I might as well destroy you now."

The Tomb Technician put down the harsh words.

"No pistols?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"I can accept that it is destroyed, and it doesn't make sense for you to challenge my bottom line, human."

Seeing that the tomb technician was no longer entangled with him on the pistol, Fu Qinghai changed the topic again:

"Are you sure you want to fight here? Don't want your tomb world anymore? ”

The tomb technician said coldly word by word:

"I don't even care about the slightest damage to the Catacombs world, what do you think, human?"

"Hmm......" Fu Qinghai muttered:

"I think you'd better think about it, Your Excellency the Tomb Technician, personal advice......"

Fu Qinghai said as he pulled out the Blue Fang chainsaw sword on his waist, but instead of activating the chainsaw belt motor and high-frequency vibration, he continued to say patiently:

"The two of us are not so easy to deal with, you also saw the battle just now, the speed of this group of immortals under your command is very slow in our eyes."

Fu Qinghai deliberately paused to see how the tomb technician reacted, and found that his metal skeleton had no waves on his face.

Fu Qinghai gently pressed the sawtooth of the chainsaw sword against the wreckage of the laboratory bench next to him, and a clearly visible notch appeared, and the living metal was as soft as plastic in front of the real Edman alloy, Fu Qinghai continued:

"And we can bounce Gaussian rays, bounce particle beams, and so on, you name it."

Fu Qinghai deliberately reminded the tomb technician that just now, the old man Hu Xian bounced back the Gaussian rays with a sword, almost causing an immortal to be disintegrated by the Gaussian rays he shot.

Space Necrons serve as the technological ceiling of Warhammer 40K Universe, and there are no live weapons in the long-range weapon sequence in their arsenal, either Gaussian crack rays, antimatter particle beams, or Tesla arcs.

That's because they haven't met a Jedi Knight and don't know how buggy the Force + lightsaber combination is.

Fu Qinghai knew the perversion of the lightsaber, so he insisted that live-fire weapons still have value, not to mention kinetic killing, but also that after encountering Jedi or Sith knights, they might be able to block the bullets of live-fire weapons, but they could not bounce them back.

"So, I sincerely suggest that you think carefully about the consequences of going to war with us."

Fu Qinghai said sincerely.

Old man Hu Xian held the lightsaber in his hand and glanced up at Fu Qinghai with some confusion.

He spent a few months with Fu Qinghai, teaching fighting techniques and lightsaber swordsmanship, and he knew the young man's temperament and character.

Fu Qinghai has never been the kind of person who grinds and chirps and rambles.

Normally, he preliminarily judged the strength of the enemy, and if he could fight, he would start fighting on the spot, and if he couldn't beat him, he would run away, and he would not go around with the enemy with nonsense like now.

What is he waiting for?

Fu Qinghai also felt the puzzled gaze cast by the old man Hu Xian, he shook his head imperceptibly, and motioned to the old man to be calm.

Fu Qinghai was tugging with the tomb technician in his mouth, and he was also a little anxious in his heart:

Why haven't I come here yet, I remember that the traces I left along the way are quite obvious.

The Tomb Technician also sensed something was wrong, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Human, what are you procrastinating? I don't understand. ”

"Maybe you short-lived races are incomprehensible, the lifespan of space necromancers is unlimited, I can stand here motionless and talk to you for a hundred years, there will be no problems, what we have is patience, and you are consuming your little time, wasting your life!"

"I advise you to make a decision sooner."

The tomb technician is right, for the space necromancers who have gained immortality after the transformation of their living bodies, time has lost its meaning, and the emperors can quarrel with each other for decades because of a trivial matter, and the prophet Orican studied the maze of the ancient Emperor Nephes, and plunged into it with full computing power to calculate a full two hundred years, during which he burned the brains of eighteen tomb technicians.

And Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian, as two living creatures, can't accompany the space necrons here without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

It is not the tomb technician who should be in a hurry, but Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes, clenched the green teeth in his hand, and secretly decided:

If you don't come yet, let's fight to the death.

That's when it happened.

A noisy and loud roar came from the passage behind Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian:

“Waaaaaaaagh——”

Fu Qinghai grinned and smiled.

It's finally here.

With a roar, dense footsteps echoed through the passage, and gradually moved closer to this side.

The tomb technician's one-eyed flickering green light was visibly stunned.

He raised the long-handled staff in his hand, pointed at Fu Qinghai, and asked:

"What did you bring here?"

Fu Qinghai grabbed the old man Hu Xian, dodged to the side of the passage, and laughed:

"Guess!"

"Wow, wow, wow, lala!"

At the moment when Fu Qinghai dodged out of the way, a large group of green-skinned boys holding bone knives and stone blades rushed into this laboratory with a whoop of shouting.

The tomb technician looked at this group of wild orcs who were still covered in animal skins, hanging bone chains, and inserting feathers, and stepped on the paws of their beloved laboratories, and suddenly became angry, and their hearts were dripping blood!

With a wave of his staff, he roared:

"Attack! Kill them for me, kill them all! ”

The "all" here, of course, also includes Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian.

Thick green beams of light burst out from the muzzle of the gun one after another, and dense pillars of light instantly filled the entire laboratory.

"Whew!"

Gauss's cracking rays struck the Orc's body, instantly peeling off layers of skin, revealing the scarlet flesh and white bones inside, and even exposing the wriggling internal organs, and the victim let out a heart-rending scream.

The double-barreled Gauss Burst Gun in the Immortal's hand was much more powerful than the Gauss Separation Gun used by the Necromantic Warriors, and the rate of fire was also faster, and several Orks who poured in were fired continuously, and they were directly pierced by the green flashes in rows and strings!

And the particles bombarded the orcs' bodies, and the annihilation of the contact between the antimatter particles and the flesh and blood directly exploded their whole body into red-green fragments.

However, the front and back crowded, and the orcs continued to pour in.

Fu Qinghai pulled the old man Hu Xian to hide in a corner of the laboratory in advance, and in the face of the Gaussian rays that were shot, the old man Hu Xian took the lead in blocking in front of Fu Qinghai, and the lightsaber in his hand waved like an electric fan, "biu", "biu", "biu", "biu" and "biu" bounced back the Gaussian rays one after another, so that the immortals also felt the taste of being stripped of their bodies.

In fact, it is just like what Fu Qinghai himself and the tomb technician analyzed.

If you really want to fight, Space Marines + Jedi, facing a group of immortals led by the tomb technician, it is not impossible to fight, there is a chance of fighting.

Mainly relying on the old man Hu Xian's lightsaber can rebound the long-range attacks of energy rays and particle beams, and it is meaningless to talk about the armor material in front of Gaussian rays, you can only exchange the thickness of the armor, Fu Qinghai's Blue Shell Power Battle Armor is thick enough, it can resist one or two rounds, it is okay, it should not penetrate one shot.

But Fu Qinghai didn't want to fight, because there were many variables that he couldn't be sure:

The tomb technician in front of him only led a few immortals, was it because there were only these few immortals in this tomb world, or was it because of ...... Due to the restrictions of the recovery protocol, the tomb technician can only awaken these few immortals?

After the Silent King Szarak self-destructed the General Control Protocol and left the river, the first few emperors of the space necrons to awaken established a resuscitation council, and in the minds of the space necrons who were lower than them, they used procedural protocols to limit the number of people who could be awakened.

Accidental awakening and forcible awakening can do a lot of damage to the consciousness of the space necromancer.

No matter how small and dilapidated the tomb world is, it is impossible to rely on so many immortals to support the scene, but the threat faced by the tomb technician has not reached the point of forcibly waking up the soldiers in violation of the recovery protocol.

But that doesn't mean he can't do it in a hurry.

This is one of them.

Second, the very existence of the tomb technician is also a big variable factor.

Tomb Technician, is a general term for space necromancy engineers and technicians, which can be compared to the Celestial Priest of the Human Empire, the Scientist Technician is a type of title and rank among the Tomb Technicians, and the analogy to Master Quinto is a biological sage among the Celestial Priests.

Like the Technical Priest, the combat power of the Tomb Technician is difficult to quantify as simply as the Necromantic Warrior, the Immortal, and the Destroyer.

The strength of a tomb technician's personal combat effectiveness depends on the knowledge he has and the equipment in his hands.

Fu Qinghai couldn't understand the long-handled staff in the hand of the tomb technician in front of him, whether it was the staff of the abyss, the spear of evil magic, or the staff of eternity, the three represented the psychic warlock, ion warlock and time warlock among the tomb technicians, and no one was easy to mess with.

There are also tomb mechanics in the space necrons who are purely focused on research and are not good at combat.

But Fu Qinghai didn't want to gamble on this possibility.

Isn't betting that your enemies won't fight the same as betting that your gun doesn't have bullets?

Third, the tomb technician was worried that Fu Qinghai had damaged his small pistol and laboratory, and Fu Qinghai was not worried that the loot he had worked so hard to assimilate from the Marvel Comics universe would be disintegrated by Gaussian rays and particle cannons.

Whenever a point is wiped in battle, the assimilation points are equal to the white flower.

Therefore, Fu Qinghai has been chattering with the tomb technician to delay time.

It was waiting for the barbarian orcs to follow the traces left by the two of them and trace them here.

When Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian broke through, they almost killed the Orc orcs who surrounded the ruins, but they fled more.

From the moment he saw the Sgoog Behemoth, Fu Qinghai was convinced that the orc tribe on the other side of the river was definitely not the only orc tribe on the planet, and there must be more powerful tribes nearby.

The barbarian orcs are already good at tracking, Fu Qinghai took the old man Hu Xian to find the entrance to the space necromantic tomb, and did not hide his traces at all, to be honest, the two-meter-five little giant traveled quickly in the dense jungle, and it was difficult to completely cover his whereabouts.

Coupled with the time when the barbecue was eaten and waiting for the aurora to appear at night, Fu Qinghai calculated that the new orc tribe should be about to catch up.

That's when I decided to drag on with the tomb mechanic.

If this plan fails, then fight again.

No matter how spacious the laboratory was, it couldn't stand the steady influx of Orc orcs, and soon a wild boy led a few biting Sgoog with big mouths open, rushed to Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian, and began to attack indiscriminately.

Three-way scuffle!

The tomb technician was even more uncomfortable, the weapons of the space necromancer were ridiculously powerful, and they were often atomic and molecular level killing methods, Fu Qinghai even suspected that the blue fang cast with the real Edman alloy could not withstand the Gaussian ray peeling, and he didn't want to try it.

But now the embarrassing situation is that the Gauss ray hits the terracotta steel armor of the space marine, which is a large piece of one shot, and one shot to the weak point can kill a space soldier, and the Orc who hits the naked armor is also one shot.

There's a kind of ...... The feeling of a rifle hitting a mosquito.

The idea of using unmanned boats to besiege the US imperialist aircraft carrier fleet in the offshore island chain may have been based on this line of thinking.

The rate of fire of the double-barreled Gauss blaster couldn't keep up with the rate at which the orcs, butts, and skoogs poured in.

As long as the orc boss who gave the order was still alive, the morale of the orcs would not collapse no matter how heavy the casualties were.

The whole world of the catacombs began to tremble, and a rumbling sound came from the depths.

Tomb Technicians are going to forcibly awaken more necromantic classes despite resuscitation protocols.

"Buzz!" "Hum~"

The sound of two different modes of vibration sounded in the chainsaw sword.

Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian went against the flow of orcs and killed outward, this time it was Fu Qinghai who took the lead in blocking the old man Hu Xian, and the green fangs waved like a whirlwind, killing a bloody path in a bloody broken bone.

Fu Qinghai glanced back one last time, and the long-handled staff in the tomb technician's hand emitted a blinding scorching beam of light, burning the green-skinned boys in two.

Oh, the Scepter of Light, the weakest of the tomb technicians.

Fu Qinghai turned around, concentrated on killing the enemy, and fought hard to break through.

No matter how many orcs there are, the stone knife bone blade in his hand is slashed on the green shell power armor, just like tickling, Fu Qinghai would rather face a large number of orcs than face the Gaussian rays stripped of everything by the space necromancer, so this time it was Fu Qinghai who led the old man Hu Xian to break through.

It is very difficult to go against the tide of beasts in the passage that is not very spacious, but fortunately, Fu Qinghai is covered with armor all over his body, and he is not afraid of attacks and sneak attacks from all directions, and the Blue Fang chainsaw sword in his hand is indestructible and will never roll the blade, slashing and killing many orcs, smashing countless skulls and flesh, and it is still as sharp as ever.

Finally, Fu Qinghai's armor was covered with blood, and the two of them returned to the exit where the green light was shining, from here, from this rift, they could escape from the pocket dimension where this tomb world was located!

Fu Qinghai held the old man Hu Xian in his arms, the huge jetpack behind him let out a roar of turbofan rotation, and the blazing white plasma flames spewed out a long wake, Fu Qinghai crashed into a bunch of Orcs in the way, and flew straight out of the crack.

"Huh!"

The scenery in front of me has changed suddenly!

Blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, mountains.

Reappeared in view.

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Chapter 82: Nonsense, Escape

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