Soaring into the sky, the power is boundless.

Fu Qinghai took the old man Hu Xian out of the crack in the tomb world, returned to the ground, the jetpack engine was fully powered, and dragged the long wake to a height of several hundred meters in one go, Fu Qinghai looked down by the way.

It was a scalp-numbing sight.

The surface of the bare black stone has been covered by the Orks who are densely packed together.

It was like a green puss that was constantly wriggling on the earth.

Fu Qinghai looked into the distance, a Skuge giant beast was prostrate on the top of a hill not far away, on the back of the giant beast was a wooden saddle decorated with feathers and bones, and on it rode a huge three-meter-tall Orc orc.

It was muscular, its fangs protruding, its face and body were full of criss-crossing scars, and its bloodthirsty red eyes stared at Fu Qinghai in the sky.

Fu Qinghai raised a middle finger at it, turned around and flew into the distance in the air.

Fu Qinghai didn't know what kind of consequences would happen when the Orc orcs on the planet discovered the crypt world of the space necromancers.

There are cases for reference.

In the original book, an Orc group called the Deadskull Clan launched a group called "Zotte's Waaagh!" The orcs were not intimidated, but they were happy.

The orcs smashed and looted as they wanted, and the Technician Kid and the Pain Boy used the wreckage of the space necromantic creation they picked up to create a biochemical transformation orc, the Cyber Orc, which was fused with living metal and green-skinned flesh and blood, and cobbled together batches of Mao Ge King Kong and Brother Gang Kong, as well as more and more outrageous superweapons, and they even hijacked the Tombstone Gate of the Space Necrons to transport waves of reinforcements.

Therefore, the blockade of the Orc Tech Tree means that they cannot pick up any rags, and without the rags and battles, the orcs will degenerate and weaken.

In the real-time strategy game "Warhammer 40K: Dawn of War", which is developed in the background of Warhammer 40K, there is a similar setting, and the resource units left behind after the battle are "tattered", which has a high bonus for the orc camp.

And Fu Qinghai once saw such an experimental record in Master Kunto's experiment log:

The Cult of the Mechanics seized an orc boy of normal size who was more than two meters tall, locked him up alone, and fed him with good food and drink every day, but he just didn't give him a fight, and after a while, the orc boy gradually became decadent, weak, and his stature began to shrink, becoming short and thin.

Fu Qinghai analyzed and recalled in his heart, the jetpack turned on the cruise mode and flew into the distance, dragging the old man Hu Xian in his hand, and the hunting wind in the sky blew the old man around, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Fu Qinghai didn't fly for long, and felt that he was far enough away from the entrance of the rift in the tomb world, so he found a place to land slowly.

A flat-topped mountain-like place with lush trees and a great view from the top of the mountain.

The old man straightened his beard, smoothed his robe, and said to Fu Qinghai:

"It can be seen that you gained a lot in the last reincarnation world."

At this time, Fu Qinghai's weapon belt around his waist was full of dazzling weapons and equipment.

Some Space Marines are like this, with weapons full of guns, like those firepower fanatics who can't wait to carry ten guns on their backs, whoever changes the magazine is the son, and immediately picks up the other gun and shoots it.

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet and said with a smile:

"I'm poor and afraid, and I can't compare with the chic state of your two sleeves, uncle."

Old man Hu Xian laughed:

"Are you laughing at me for not gaining anything from the last reincarnation world?"

Fu Qinghai also smiled:

"I would laugh at no one to laugh at a Lv.7 reincarnation."

Saying that, Fu Qinghai found a big rock covered with lichen moss and sat down, and the old man Hu Xian also sat cross-legged on the grass.

Fu Qinghai knows the mentality of the old man Hu Xian, an old man in his fifties, he has experienced so much in the first half of his life, his desire to pursue strong power is already very weak, and he continues to reincarnate just to complete his obsession, in the world of reincarnation, it is normal for him to come empty-handed and go empty-handed.

The old man picked his chin and asked:

"The trouble you arranged for the two tigers to fight, did you foresee the final outcome? Who will be the winner? ”

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"It's hard to say."

Saying that, Fu Qinghai told the old man Hu Xian about his understanding and opinions about the Orcs, and said:

"I also have to take into account, the Orcs on this planet are backward barbarian orcs, they study the tatters of space necromancy by pondering, and how long it will take to find a technological breakthrough, I don't know, it may take a long time."

"If it's a normal level of space necromancer dynasty, don't say it's just a barbarian orc on a planet, it's a barbarian orc in an entire galaxy, they will all be wiped out for you, but you should also take into account that this tomb world is not the crown world of the necromantic dynasty, it should be more marginal."

There are roughly three types of space necromancer catacombs, the Crown World: the capital of the forces that once feared the dead; Core World: Second only to the Crown World in importance; Marginal Worlds: Poverty and Distant Colonies.

Fu Qinghai's meaning is very clear, whether it is the Orc orcs or the space necrons on this planet, they are the weaker ones in their respective systems, and the rookies peck each other, and Fu Qinghai can hardly predict the final outcome.

"It takes time for Orcs to think about technology and develop technology, if that tomb technician has enough troops and can wake them all up, in the short term, I think the space necrons will win, and I am more optimistic about the space necrons."

Fu Qinghai said his conclusion.

"So." Old man Hu Xian asked:

"Have you ever thought about how to get out of here?"

"Ah......" As soon as he heard this question, Fu Qinghai inevitably showed a headache expression, lay on his back on the rock, and sighed helplessly:

"To tell you the truth, I don't know."

Fu Qinghai also has a headache, and he is back, but he is still trapped on this wild alien planet, what can he do.

Old man Hu Xian didn't care, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, stay slowly, there's always a way."

Hearing the words of the old man Hu Xian, Fu Qinghai did not take it as the old man to comfort and relieve himself, but turned over and sat up from the rock, and asked seriously:

"What do you say, uncle, is it a prophecy given to you by the Force?"

Old man Hu Xian shook his head with a smile:

"Only in a universe full of the Force, the Force prophecy works, and the range of the Force in this universe depends on the range that the rules can infect, so don't be superstitious about the Force, let alone become a slave of the Force."

It's a fact. In fact, whether it is the tall Force Locking Throat or the down-to-earth Force catching fish, the premise that it can be implemented is because the Force fills the entire universe, including the enemy's neck and the fish in the lake.

Why is it that only the old man Hu Xian, who carries the Force himself, can use the Force to communicate with the world in the Warhammer 40K universe without the Force?

Fu Qinghai felt that this sentence contained some underlying rules and structures belonging to the reincarnation world, so he hurriedly cheered up and asked:

"What determines the scope of what the rules can infect?"

Hu Xian's ravine-ravine old face showed a mysterious smile, and he sold Guan Zi and said:

"You've already experienced so many reincarnation worlds, can't you guess what reincarnations deal with every day?"

What reincarnations deal with every day......

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself, and suddenly reacted:

"Assimilation Points!"

"That's right." Old man Hu Xian stroked his beard and said:

"Have you thought about this question, why are assimilation points called assimilation points, why aren't they called data points, reincarnation points, or simply like the Galactic Republic in Star Wars, called credits?"

"Because the assimilation points you pay are paying for the infection of the rules."

Pay for the infection of rules, and assimilate the rules that do not belong to this universe into the rules of this universe.

Force, Chakra, Heaven and Earth Aura, Magical Element, Magic Web, Subspace...... One after another, the worldview rules that belonged to different universes flashed in Fu Qinghai's mind.

"I see, I see......" Fu Qinghai nodded slowly.

The extent of a rule's infestation depends on how many Assimilation Points the reincarnation has paid for the rule.

Fu Qinghai looked at the simple and simple brown robe on Old Man Hu Xian's body.

Come to think of it, Old Man Hu Xian's Force in the Warhammer 40K Universe is so strong, he must have paid a huge amount of assimilation points for it.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and Fu Qinghai asked:

"Uncle, why didn't you tell me about such an important matter earlier?"

Old man Hu Xian smiled:

"If you don't ask, how do I know you don't understand?"

Fu Qinghai rolled his eyes.

"Besides......," continued the old man Hu Xian:

"Knowing this, will it make you stronger, or will it get you out of the current predicament?"

"Ugh."

Fu Qinghai lay down helplessly: "I can't." ”

In the woods, birds and insects chirp, and the sun shines like wisps of golden sand, passing through the layers of branches and leaves, and spilling on the grass.

The mottled shadows of the leaves were reflected in Fu Qinghai's dark eyes.

……

At night, the bright moon hangs high, glowing flying insects similar to fireflies, flying in the dark jungle, Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian, across a bonfire, sit on the grass.

With an unknown four-winged bird on the campfire, Fu Qinghai is about to start showing off his half-baking skills again.

As they were spinning the skewers leisurely, suddenly, the two of them stopped their movements together, pulled out their weapons with a bang, and got up to look in a dark direction.

"Click!" Fu Qinghai's blaster was bolted and loaded.

"Woo!" The green lightsaber lit up from Old Man Hu Xian's hand.

A faint green light lit up, and a ghost of the underworld floated in mid-air, dragging a long, spiky iron tail, through the dense trees.

What are you here for, here to die?

Fu Qinghai frowned slightly, puzzled.

The Wraith of the Underworld slowly rolled up its long tail and raised it in front of him, and in the middle of the iron tail was a green orb, a holographic emerald.

A holographic projection bloomed from the green beads, which was the bust of the Tomb Technician, and his expressionless metal skull face swept over the two people present, and spoke:

"Human, I'm here to negotiate a deal with you."

"What deal?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician said slowly:

"I've repelled the attack of that group of orcs, but I know they will come back, their war boss is not dead, the second, third, and fourth waaagh will be launched soon, I need time to completely cleanse my tomb world, and completely repair that rift, I don't want to face continuous orc harassment, you help me find their war boss, and kill him, I will give you a reward."

Fu Qinghai was quite expectant:

"What a reward."

"I admit your possession of the results of my research, which is the pistol."

What？

When Fu Qinghai heard this, he suddenly had a question mark in his head, and asked in disbelief:

“…… You trade what I've already earned with me, and you call it a 'reward'? ”

A hint of human anger suddenly appeared on the face of the cold metal skeleton of the tomb technician, and he said angrily:

"So what do you want! You ran into my tomb world to steal something, and the owner is willing to admit your possession of the stolen goods, which is already a great kindness, you don't want to get an inch! ”

Fu Qinghai felt that there must be something wrong with the brain of this space necromancer during the long dormancy, so he raised the muzzle of the gun, aimed it at the body of the ghost of the underworld, and said:

"You can pull it down."

"Wait a minute!"

The tomb technician shouted, he was silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Speak your terms, human."

Fu Qinghai put down the muzzle of the gun, thinking that if there is a problem in his brain, there is a problem, and the conditions that should be discussed still have to be discussed, after all, his greatest hope for leaving here may be on the space necromancer.

Fu Qinghai Road:

"I'm getting out of here, you give me a Scythe of the Night."

Fu Qinghai saw a crescent-shaped flying machine on the abstract mural of the valley ruins, a very classic space necromantic aircraft style, either the scythe of doom or the scythe of the night.

Tomb Technician said:

"You want to leave in the Scythe of the Night? With all due respect, human beings, your flesh and blood bodies simply cannot withstand the speed of an inertial engine, and your body will be torn apart when inertia is neutralized. ”

Generally speaking, only space necrons can control space necrons, because at the beginning of the design of space necrons, they did not consider the feeling of living creatures in it, what oxygen supply, what pressure compensation, all of them.

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"I'm not going to ride the Scythe of the Night, I'm asking you to send the Scythe of the Night to open a wormhole in the territory of the Human Empire, and then I'll go through the wormhole."

"Did you know that the Scythe of the Night can capture wormholes?!"

The tomb technician's surprise was palpable.

The Scythe of the Night, as the most commonly used transport aircraft for space necromancers, is different from the Empire of Humanity's Stormbird Landing Craft or the Vampire Raiders of the Aeldarin, the Scythe of the Night only has a pilot and no transport pod.

It uses a small captured wormhole to directly deploy the undead troops in the Crypt world through the small wormhole wherever they are needed, even if the Night Scythe is shot down, it will not affect the safety of the transported troops.

Fu Qinghai nodded.

Who knows, the tomb technician directly refused:

"The last Scythe of the Night left here nine hundred years ago, and unfortunately, I don't have what you want."

Left? Fu Qinghai frowned, not very satisfied with this answer.

The tomb technician added:

"Think about it, if I really have the Scythe of Night, do I still need to rely on you to kill the war boss of the Orcs?"

This is also true, the Scythe of the Night Transport is a variant of the Scythe of Doom Interceptor, which is also equipped with the Tesla Destroyer and Nerve Rip Drive, which is ridiculously fast and has good combat effectiveness.

Seeing Fu Qinghai's impatient face, the tomb technician hurriedly said:

"If you want to get out of here, there's another way."

"What's the solution?"

"In the depths of my tomb world, there is a door to the tombstone."

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Chapter Eighty-Three: The Scythe of the Night

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