The bubble diaphragm diffused with faint fluorescence in front of him changed suddenly.

The screen instantly goes black.

"Phew! Boom ......"

Fu Qinghai plunged headlong into the hard ground, the helmet rubbed against the ground to create a trace of sparks, although Fu Qinghai had extinguished the plasma propulsion at the moment of passing through the Tombstone Gate, turned off the jet turbofan, and retracted the short wings, but the speed of rushing out of the net still allowed him to plow a shallow pit on the ground.

Then with a "poof", half of Fu Qinghai's body plunged into the water.

Fu Qinghai hurriedly propped himself up and checked his surroundings.

The surroundings were pitch black, only a little dim light in the distance, and the visual compensation of the eyepiece + the visual control organ behind the eyeball made adjustments in an instant, allowing Fu Qinghai to have a full view of the surrounding environment.

Like the sewers of a giant city, there are several Optimus Pillars, with invisible darkness at the top, and their bases buried among the filthy and dilapidated ruins.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is submerged and covered by dozens of waterlogged areas connected by large and small areas, and on the ruins that rise slightly above the water, there are some simple man-made buildings, which are the dim lights emitted there, and the faint light reflects on the dark water surface, causing the undercurrent to surge under the water surface.

Although Fu Qinghai has never been here, this familiar style of painting suddenly evokes the childhood memories that the reincarnation world stuffed him with when he first entered the Warhammer 40K universe.

Nest capital?

Fu Qinghai stood up from the puddle, sewage dripping down his body, and first checked the weapons and equipment and trophies on his body, all of which were intact.

At this time, Fu Qinghai suddenly realized a problem, turned to look around, and said:

"Uncle, uncle? Big...... , where is my master? ”

Old man Hu Xian is gone!

Fu Qinghai hurriedly pulled out his leg from the puddle, walked to the shore, and looked around.

The dark environment did not affect Fu Qinghai's vision, he searched all around, but he did not find a trace of the old man Hu Xian, not even the corner of the brown tattered cloth robe.

Fu Qinghai stood in place a little stunned.

The two of them obviously entered the hazy fluorescent bubble together, how could there be only one person left when they came out?

Fu Qinghai walked quickly to the direction where he had fallen, wanting to see where he had fallen from.

Fu Qinghai climbed to the top of the ruins with his hands and feet, came to the pedestal of an optimus pillar, looked around, and did not find any structures similar to portals, looking up, the upper part of the giant pillar was submerged in endless darkness, like the Tower of Babel, the kind that will make the hearts of giant phobia people jump instantly.

In the middle of the giant pillar, there is an inconspicuous piece of black, which is different from the surrounding black, slightly deeper.

But in Astarte's vision, this black spot was obvious, Fu Qinghai raised his head, the huge turbofan behind him was activated, and the whole person jumped up a lot of "poof", and came to a height of several hundred meters, and a square stone room hollowed out from the middle of the giant pillar appeared in front of him.

The turbofan stopped, and the magnetic sole landed gently on the ground.

Looking back, he was now standing on a hidden platform, at least six hundred meters away from the ruins below, as if it had been carved out of the vast and vast wall.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and searched the hole.

In the small space, there are some garbage and debris, some empty bottles and cans, some burned ashes and powders, and a pile of ghost paintings and twisted carvings are engraved on the chalk walls, and there is an ominous feeling of magic and witchcraft when you look at it.

That's where I came from?

Fu Qinghai looked puzzled.

How is the exit and entrance of this tombstone gate completely different?

Is there a problem with the path that the Star God Fragment is pointing to?

Yes!

Fu Qinghai suddenly realized that he was stupid.

The Tombstone Gate is the creation of the space necromancer, if Fu Qinghai enters and then comes out of another Tombstone Gate, then he will return to the territory of another space necromancer, isn't this equivalent to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth and escaping in vain?

Therefore, the exit indicated by the Star God Fragment for him was not another Tombstone Gate at all, perhaps a network node.

But why did the old man disappear inexplicably? Fu Qinghai was puzzled.

Fu Qinghai had seen a saying that compared with the entrance of the network channel of the Spirit Clan, it was equivalent to digging a hole in the network channel, so the door of the tombstone was very unstable, not only did it need to pass through quickly, but it also had the possibility of collapsing at any time...... It's just, two people in and one person out, what's the matter?

Fu Qinghai frowned, looked around, and his face was a little ugly.

What the fuck is this...... Fu Qinghai scolded in his heart.

It's not that he's unhappy that the big thick legs he was holding are gone, he's worried about his master, and he doesn't know where he was teleported by the network.

Originally, the old man Hu Xian returned to the Warhammer 40K universe because he couldn't rest assured of himself, and came back to be a thug for himself, but now he has been lost.

The old man is a reincarnation at level Lv.7, and he has seen more winds and waves in the reincarnation world, so he should be safe for self-preservation. However, Fu Qinghai felt that ...... Something's in debt.

Although he didn't say it in his mouth, Fu Qinghai was not the kind of white-eyed wolf who took all gifts for granted, Fu Qinghai had secretly vowed to help Old Man Hu Xian complete his obsession, but how to complete Fu Qinghai had no idea for the time being.

The problem of old man Hu Xian is too high-level, too abstract, and too metaphysical, and it cannot be simply solved by increasing the barrel, increasing the caliber, and doubling the charge.

"Ha ......"

Fu Qinghai crossed his hands on his hips, rubbed his teeth, and sighed.

Fu Qinghai shook his head, put down the worry about the old man in his heart for the time being, and focused on dealing with the situation in front of him.

Preliminary judgment, this rotten and familiar painting style, this is likely to be the bottom of a nest capital.

Fu Qinghai stroked the dents on the wall, and he realized that the hollow of the giant pillar, the traces of magic, and the nodes of the network channel...... All this hinted that this place was not simple, and he wanted to check it out.

Fu Qinghai squatted down, took off his helmet, picked up a bit of unburned ash on the ground, rubbed it on his fingertips, and sniffed it lightly under the tip of his nose.

Lajo leaves.

He didn't use his taste detection nerve to judge, and the smell in the depths of his memory directly told him the answer.

Recreational tobacco, a common form in the Human Empire, smoked by crews in expeditionary fleets, has similar narcotic effects to marijuana, but is more addictive and can be classified as a soft drug.

The appearance of Laho leaf indicates that someone is smoking here? It's equivalent to saying nothing.

Fu Qinghai noticed a strange light flashing in the corner of his eyes, he turned around and picked up a small piece of broken glass, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

It's just a piece of glass, and there's nothing magical about it.

Fu Qinghai's mind moved, and the armor on the outside of the breastplate automatically opened, revealing a small lamp, and the white light hit the glass in his hand.

Suddenly, a strange and evil picture appeared in the glass, constantly changing:

The trees were twisted and withered, and clusters of moldy black fungi grew, the fungus swelled, the umbrella lid opened, and a string of human heads with rotten skin and flesh hung underneath, and the hollow eye sockets stared directly at Fu Qinghai, and the mandibles opened automatically, letting out a silent cry......

"Damn!"

Fu Qinghai threw the glass piece away, and the broken glass smashed on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Reflectors.

It's a reflector!

Reflectors are essentially pieces of broken glass, but for various reasons, they may be a ship lost in subspace, or a galaxy near the weak point of the curtain of reality, in short, these pieces of glass have been soaked in chaotic energy for decades, completely polluted, impregnated with psionic power and highly addictive, and when the user observes these things, he will briefly see the scene of the chaotic realm, triggering his emotions between wonderful excitement and extreme fear.

It is said that some of the reflexes even contain the spirits of Chaos Demons.

Fu Qinghai looked at the broken glass in this place, his eyes were shocked.

There are three types of drugs in reality, tranquilizers, such as morphine, stimulants, such as shake pills, and psychedelics, such as LSD.

The reflector in the Warhammer 40K universe probably belongs to the category of psychedelics, but its hallucinogenic principle is subspace psionic energy.

Pumping Laholeaf is nothing, Laholeaf is in some mortal auxiliary forces that are not very good in morale and discipline, and even special military supplies, but if someone sucks the reflector here, the nature is different, which is a heretical act......

Fu Qinghai stood up, his eyes a little solemn.

Linked to the runes on the wall, this void may be a gathering place for some cultists, and then linked to the network nodes......

Fu Qinghai looked at the pile of garbage and debris on the ground, squatted down again, pinched up a pinch of green powder, put it to his mouth, and slowly stretched out his tongue to taste it.

With a "bang" in his mind, Fu Qinghai's pupils shrank, and he spit out the green saliva with a "bah".

After seeing the reflector, Fu Qinghai was not too surprised by the appearance of this thing.

Elixir of necromancy.

It is also a hallucinogen, produced in the nest of Necromunda.

In the nest of Neklomondadi, mountains of rotten food that have been piled up for thousands of years have produced a green powder under the action of mutant fungi, which causes people to feel pleasure and hallucinations when drunk, a highly potent and highly addictive dangerous drug strictly forbidden by the Empire, but many nobles and commoners of the upper nest and the commoners of the lower nest are addicted to the pleasure of this drug.

Legend has it that excessive consumption of necromancy can directly open the channel between the soul and the body of the drinker, and if his soul is strong enough, then he can absorb the power of subspace, and the relatively weak soul will be directly sucked away in reverse, becoming an empty shell like the walking dead.

In other words, for the casters of the Warhammer 40K universe, the elixir of death is also a tonic in a sense.

There's a necromancy elixir, and this is the nest of Necromunda?

Fu Qinghai judged in his heart.

The world of Necromunda's nest may not be famous in the human empire, but it is quite famous in the circle of Warhammer enthusiasts, because it is set in RPG games and running group books.

Until, Fu Qinghai stretched out his hand to remove a ball of garbage and saw a small card pressed underneath.

Fu Qinghai picked up the card, which was written in crooked and immature low Gothic:

"Mona, and Sister Lucy, forever together!"

A heart and a smiling face are also drawn underneath.

"......"

Looking at this card, Fu Qinghai was silent.

Painful memories of the past came flooding back to me in an instant.

Schwerin nest capital.

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