It's just dawning.

In the aisle where the containers were stacked, after a few turns and a few vertical stairs, Lauster came to the deck.

The alchemist was not very familiar with ships, and he thought that it might be some kind of freighter, perhaps hundreds of feet long, and the ship looked like it was produced in the twentieth century, looking dilapidated \ dilapidated.

And around them...... There was nothing, the sea as far as the eye could see, the sky was cloudless, and the air was stuffy. A few seabirds follow their boat, occasionally docking at the railing, combing their feathers and chirping.

On the empty deck in the middle of the freighter, there seems to be some kind of religious ritual going on: smoke is rising from several tall incense burners, and an altar-like thing is located in the bow of the ship.

The appearance of this altar was a bit strange, and the alchemist recognized it at a glance, it was a vertebrae, about six or seven feet long, far larger than the spine of a normal human.

Many people gathered near these facilities, all dressed in various robes, with monster tattoos on their bodies seemingly becoming a signature feature, two women and a man standing behind the altar chanting, and the crowd joining in the harmony from time to time. They scream and sing with a raspy and creepy voice.

"Boring, ignorant ......"

Lauster leaned against the container, lazily looking at the religious ritual going on below, and thought to himself.

Raust exploits the Monster Believers. But he also despised the monster believers. Geniuses are always arrogant.

He has alchemy at his disposal from three different universes: the magical alchemy of World of Warcraft, which is similar to a kind of potions; Star Wars' Sith Alchemy, a means of manipulating living things and genes using the Force; There is also the alchemy of steel, which involves the transformation of everything and is more like a prayer technique.

Compared to those ethereal gods, Lauster feels that he is more like a creator, and alchemy is the brush of the gods, the thrill of manipulating everything wantonly, playing with life, transforming matter...... That's what the gods should do.

It's a pity that the Pacific Rim universe is a science fiction universe, and there is no basic setting such as psionic energy \ four elements \ crustal energy, and the external forces that Lawster can rely on are limited, and there is no way to make big news like "using the door of truth to summon the great demon of terror and abuse", so he can only rely on the little force brought by the "rule infection" to pretend to be a god and a monster.

The religious rites of the monster cultists continued, and Lawster was thinking about how to leave the ship later. And what to do with the big events of the plot line after that.

Now the only way that alchemists can think of, the last way to crack it, is to contact the pioneers of the other world, as for the way, everyone knows:

Dr. Newton once had a synaesthesia connection with the monster's secondary brain, and obtained many secrets of the monster, at the cost of being slowly corrupted by the pioneers of the other world, and finally completely reduced to the puppet of the aliens.

With Lauster's status in cults and the black market, it wasn't too difficult to get a Pons bridging device, and Hannibal Chow's warehouse also had monster secondary brains.

However, the act of synaesthesia connection monsters is too dangerous, and for the sake of a major event in the plot line - there is no guarantee of victory, you have to risk the risk and price of being controlled by the pioneers, which is not acceptable to everyone, at least not Lauster.

The alchemist's heart is irritable and clueless. That's when something strange happened. Lauster's attention was also drawn to the past.

In front of the freighter, the waves rolled and the sea gradually rose, but the waves did not overturn their ship, but rose higher and higher, and there seemed to be a glittering golden light inside.

What, monsters!? That's the only thing Raust can think of. Don't...... And they did?

They've succeeded in summoning a monster!

"It turns out that the devout belief of monster believers can really summon wormholes and monsters...... I'm underestimating you, the Pacific Rim is a magical universe for a long time......"

The alchemist muttered to himself.

The group below also saw the anomaly on the surface of the sea, and they all ran around the deck like crazy.

Then the waves receded, revealing the true colors inside. That's a behemoth. But that's not a monster.

The monster believers shouted in horror. Because that's a "white scar".

The mecha hunter had his head popping out of the water and walked towards them, then the chest, then the waist...... Closer and closer\Taller and higher, as if stepping on a staircase in the water.

Lauster's mouth slowly opened wide. Then, the whole freighter suddenly shook violently.

The deck began to tilt, a large number of containers struggled the fixed steel cables, slid and fell into the sea, the keel of the freighter seemed to be twisting, the metal let out a sharp moan, and the ship's side seemed to be getting farther and higher from the sea......

The freighter was lifted up by a "white scar"! Head control into the cabin, the sea water slowly recedes.

There were also a few fluttering fish on the metal floor, and a wriggling conch.

Zofia looked depressed, her lips let out a "poof", and she spit out a stick of dark green seaweed hanging from her mouth.

Fu Qinghai ignored Zofia's depression, and with a happy mood, he admired the men and women running around on the deck, who had abandoned the various monster worship festivals that were originally going to be carried out, and scattered in a panic. Then, a few people draw their pistols and shoot them in this direction, trying to stop the "white scar", but the probability of success is like that of a mosquito attacking an elephant.

It's not impossible, it's just that the probability is very small.

Someone staggered and ran on the deck, and then pulled the tarpaulin, revealing several launchers of anti-aircraft missiles, operating behind them, as if they were going to make a desperate fight.

"White Scar" leaned forward, one hand firmly held the bottom of the freighter, and the other hand gently brushed on the deck, sweeping down the containers, launchers and idlers on it, the freighter was like a Lego model in its hands, and a bunch of debris fell from the sky into the sea.

Monster believers have indeed summoned gods. It's a pity it's not some monster god. It's the machine of the gods of all machines—

Titan (Mecha Hunter).

The deck of the freighter became clean, and the "white scar" brought it to the front of the head, Fu Qinghai and Zofia looked through the broken mask at Lawster, who was holding a railing with one hand on the inclined deck, the sea breeze in the sky blew his cloak whirring, Fu Qinghai laughed and asked loudly:

"How's that, Lauster, convinced?"

Before the freighter sailed into the open sea, the pod booster transported the "white scar" to the deep sea area, and only needed to wait on the path of the freighter, and then walk up the slope of the continental shelf, and you could catch the monster believers by surprise.

Lauster didn't answer Fu Qinghai, maybe he couldn't hear clearly, he just stood where he was, letting the sea breeze blow.

"Qing Ming, lock the current posture of the mecha."" Roger, master."

After giving the order, Fu Qinghai broke away from the pilot state, put on the Blue Shell Power Armor, and the flying backpack behind him instantly activated, pushing him to fly out of the crack in the mask and leap over a long distance to the deck of the freighter.

"Bang!"

The Space Marines landed with a bang, holding a chainsaw sword in his left hand, a blaster in his right hand, and a scarlet eyepiece, and his momentum was solemn, and he quietly looked at the alchemist in front of him.

Lauster's face finally showed a look of dejection: "I'm convinced."" You're not going to make a desperate fight?"

Fu Qinghai asked curiously:

"What is the Force Locking Throat \ Force Pushing \ Inertial Acceleration \ Force Blinding ...... Or something?"

Most of the Force skills do not have any sound and light effects, and are very hidden, and when Darth Sidious was still a member of the Sif Palpatine, he often hid in the crowd and quietly used the Force skills to interfere with others, or even assassinate.

The Force is really the favorite of the old Yin coin. Lauster said calmly:

"The Book of the Sith, which I collected and compiled from the past dynasties, is with you, right?"

"That's right."

"The Force has awakened before you have systematically learned the Force skills, have you?"

"That's right."

"Your Force perception has long been no less than mine, you learn Force skills from the Book of Sith, I will, you will, what's the point of fighting to the death?"

Lauster asked rhetorically. Fu Qinghai has nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, the alchemist's heart had already gone through so much analysis and judgment.

"Okay." Fu Qinghai raised his green teeth and said, "Then are you ready to die?"

"No!" Lauster looked up and said, "I'll make a deal with you, Aoyama."

"What's the deal?" Fu Qinghai asked.

The alchemist didn't answer immediately, but looked at the huge pod-type booster behind the mecha hunter and said:

"The rocket in the second movie, so you know how to use monster blood, don't you?"

"So what?" Fu Qinghai asked indifferently. Lauster said bluntly:

"I know how to synthesize monster blood!" Oh? Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows: "It won't be ......"

"No, no, it has nothing to do with any alchemy means, it is a synthetic formula that can be directly produced to the end."

After explaining, Lauster added:

"You are the company commander of Astarte, you will definitely establish your own power in the future, other reincarnators may not be interested in this thing, but it must be very useful to you."

Lao Tzu is the commander of the regiment and the company commander...... Fu Qinghai thought to himself that your message was a bit lagging.

"Why do you think that the grudge between us can be solved by the recipe of a monster's blood?"

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

"Everyone is an adult, there are only interests in the adult world, how can there be any grievances and hatreds, you and I are just different camps, and we don't have to fight to the death."

Lauster said calmly.

Fu Qinghai has passed the age of watching martial arts, and the so-called "happy enmity" is not very worthy of his coolness, and it is indeed as Lauster said, the two fought because of camp rivalry, but there is no personal grudge in it.

Fu Qinghai pursed his lips and said, "Maybe there is some truth, but ...... Not enough."" What's not enough?"

Lauster asked knowingly.

"Nothing is enough. Since you want to talk to me about interests, then I'll break it up for you and do the math: First of all, you are a reincarnation member of the pioneer camp, and the reincarnation level should not be low, how many assimilation points can you get if I kill you? Secondly, you are the most wanted bounty target of the Zero Realm Guild, this is your third life, a full 5,000 assimilation points......"

Fu Qinghai said lightly:

"A mere recipe for the synthesis of monster blood, do you think it's enough to buy your last life?" Lauster said in a tangled voice, "And what do you want?"

The chainsaw sword trembled and buzzed. Fu Qinghai casually turned a sword flower and began to exert pressure:

"It doesn't matter if you build a force or not, monster blood is not an indispensable thing for me, but you, Lauster, are all gone when people die! You're buying your life, and you're actually asking me how much your life is worth? Shouldn't you ask yourself?"

"This ......"

"Synthetic monster blood, can only you Raust do it? To tell you the truth, my teacher is a biological sage of the Mechanic God Cult, and I have a lot of monster blood samples in my hand, but you can make it at will, you can synthesize it, why can't the Mechanicus God Cult? Do you say?"

"You ......"

"If you want to settle the score, you killed more than 300 of my crew members in the Warhammer 40K universe, and you killed my colleagues Dr. Newton and Dr. Herman not long ago, they are all great people! We're utilitarian, and we're all based on assimilation points, how much are you going to compensate me?"

"I ......"

"The last reincarnation of life, this is a priceless treasure. You asked me to bid, and no, I won't bid."

Fu Qinghai put the artifact Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword across Lauster's neck, and said word by word:

"I want you to decide for yourself how much you're worth." In a way, Fu Qinghai understands Lauster.

The more people who claim to be geniuses, the more they boast of being superior to others and despise the stupid public, the more they cherish their lives, the more they dare not do things that are "angry at the crown", what is "slaughtering dogs more for righteousness, and being more willing to be scholars", what is "showing talent and rebellion, and it will not be successful in three years"......

Raust is not only a self-proclaimed genius. He was indeed a genius.

He has the IQ capital to treat other people as pigs and dogs, but this also means that he will not regard his precious life as a cheap sacrifice for pigs and dogs, as long as he is given a straw, he will desperately grasp it.

[You received 6,000 assimilation points from other reincarnators] Oh, isn't this coming?" Not enough."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"I calculated the accounts for a long time just now, and you didn't hear a word in your ears, do you want me to calculate it again?"

"This is my last assimilation point."" How is that an integer, and who are you fooling?"

[You received 3,710 assimilation points from other reincarnators] "Not enough, still not enough!" Fu Qinghai shook his head slowly.

"It's really the last bit of assimilation points, I was hunted down by the Zero Realm Guild, and you robbed me of all my equipment, I'm penniless for a long time, these are all saved up later."

Lauster said with a sad face. Buzz ...... "The sharp, fuzzy saw blade slices the hair off the neck.

[You receive a reincarnation beacon X5 from other reincarnators] "Look, isn't there still one?" Fu Qinghai said with a smile.

The reincarnation props have all been squeezed out by him." Continue." Keep pressing, push to the limit.

[You received a flop hand from another reincarnation x2] [You have received World Anchor X1 from other reincarnators]

The proud and conceited alchemist had completely lost his heart, and he sat down on the deck, and said weakly:

"I gave you the recipe for synthetic monster blood, and you promised to let me go, okay?" Fu Qinghai put away the chainsaw sword and asked, "Why are you sure that I will keep my promise?"

Lauster Masse says:

"I've seen comments on the Samsara forums where they say you're greedy, but you're very good at keeping your promises."

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"You're the last one alive, Lawster, even if I kill you now, God knows you know I know, it won't affect my reputation, and I don't care about that."

Lauster said dejectedly, "You're right, then you can do it." Fu Qinghai's tone suddenly changed, and he prompted:

"I said, 'You haven't given me your most precious thing?' Have you forgotten your 'Lauster's formula'?"

Chen Xinlu once popularized science to Fu Qinghai, the so-called "Lauster formula" of the world's first alchemist:

Use the Alchemy of Steel Prayer Product → the principle of equivalent exchange, lose part of your limbs and souls→ put on a mechanical prosthetic→ flesh curse to re-endow the mechanical prosthetics with flesh and soul.

Lauster was stunned for a moment and said:

"The Flesh Curse is the void magic that I learned from the prison of the Elder Gods with great difficulty, and I can't teach you, and you can't use it."

Fu Qinghai said seriously:

"There's always a way, isn't there? No matter what means and methods you use, as long as you curse me with flesh and blood, I promise to let you live."

"You said it yourself, you don't care about prestige." Lauster said. But you don't have a choice, do you?"

Fu Qinghai said calmly. In the distance, the helicopter swarm of the PPDC has already arrived. Jiang Yixia sat on the side of the cabin.

Alchemists are winged and can't fly.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and after some psychological struggle, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his hand and grabbed his neck, and actually tore off the skin stiffly, and the bloody human skin was torn off his chest, and the bright red muscle tissue oozed red blood and yellow tissue fluid......

Lauster took a breath and said:

"I have taken the Flesh Curse as a void spell, solidified on my skin, until it can cast a total of three Flesh Curse scrolls, only the caster, that is, the so-called psionic in your Warhammer 40K universe, can cast it, you let me go, and we will write it off, how about it?"

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Yes." …………

In the end, Fu Qinghai kept his promise.

The alchemist dragged his scarred body from the self-mutilation and left alone.

Fu Qinghai looked at his departing back. Thinking silently in my heart.

Lauster is undoubtedly the kind of guy who can do things very well, he can be called a terrorist in the reincarnation world, he lacks nothing in IQ, understanding, and scheming, and if he puts him in a universe with a magical setting, he can definitely turn the whole world upside down.

Fu Qinghai also thought about whether to turn his face and deny it. But in the end, he was let go.

"The corpse of the monster 'abomination', I remember the most complete one, I told the PPDC to take good care of it before, where is the corpse now?"

In the helicopter, Fu Qinghai turned his head and asked. A staff member replied:

"Doctor, the corpse has been stored in the Xiangjiang base, and according to your requirements, it is very well preserved."

"Good." Fu Qinghai nodded and said, "Prepare to start the nuclear attack wormhole plan!"

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