"Space marine?"

Adrad looked at his daughter in disbelief.

Her mouth repeated her words again.

"Yes."

Saramander nodded affirmatively.

"Do you know what the word 'Space Marine' means, Sarah? The Lord of Humanity created such a thing as a Space Marine, in order to slaughter all the inhuman races and other humans who would not submit to Him, and the first reaction of the Space Marines when they saw you was to raise their blasters and chainsaw swords. ”

Adrade said earnestly.

"I've been through war, Dad."

Saramander sighed helplessly.

She had to remind her father that she was not an ordinary Elven civilian who had never set foot in the Ark world, on the contrary, she had personally experienced the largest and deadliest rebellion in the history of the Human Empire.

Horus Rebellion.

"In that case, why are you?"

Adrade asked, spreading his palms.

"He's not like any other Space Marine."

Saramander looked at her father and said earnestly.

"Hah, ha...... It's not the same. ”

Adrad shook his head and sighed:

"I've studied the process of transforming Space Marines, and the Lord of Humanity has designed that process to be tightly interlocked, just to avoid what you call 'different'."

"I know that."

Saraamand still said unrelentingly:

"But he's just different."

"Alright, alright, my daughter."

Aydrad can't help it.

He even complained in his heart: Is every howling banshee as stubborn and stubborn as Saramande?

Of course, given that this howling banshee is his own daughter, this kind of thing can only be thought about in his heart.

It doesn't really come out of the way.

He took the spirit bone talisman, held it in the palm of his hand, and got up to head to the divination room. After listening to Saramande's words, Adrade was actually a little curious about what was different about that space marine, and what kind of traits could make his daughter miss a human being.

So the Prophet decided to take his daughter's request seriously.

The Spirit Prophet came to his divination room and slowly knelt on the divination table, a room of spirit bones with mirrored walls. Adrade opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the mirror. There was no need for lighting, and the soft green light flowing from the bones bathed the room in a pale shade of color.

Even though it's always cold here.

"Focus, Adrad."

The Prophet closed his eyes and spoke to himself.

With each breath of Adrad, strings of condensed water filled the air, dripping sweat down his forehead. The Spirit Prophet let go of his psychic walls and let the noisy noises and utter evil thoughts of the Supreme Ether Realm flood into his mind as he unfurls his tentacles.

His mind tentacles, his psionic tentacles.

Little by little, dive into that turbulent sea of souls.

Then, he saw it.

He saw a cold and wide battleship cabin, a slave worker fixed on the plane, a servo skull floating in mid-air, and straight lines and gray steel, full of pragmatism, completely different from the soft and elegant spirit bone creation of the spirit race.

There is no doubt that this is the warship of the Empire of Man.

Adrad continued to turn his soul eye.

He saw two groups of Space Marines facing each other in the battleship hall, corpses strewn at their feet. Despite the fact that both sides are Space Marines, and despite the fact that both are wearing black power armor, in Adrad's opinion, they are very different.

One of them wore power armor with black accents on the main body, and the black cross on the white shoulder armor was quite eye-catching, they were quiet, solemn, and solemn, and they hid their anger deep in the armor, arrogant, contemptuous, and despised.

On the other side, there was a cacophony of shouts and murderous roars at each other, their emotions unleashed in their bestial roars and mockery, and their faces felt a strong sense of relief after escaping from prison.

Adrade looked at the leader on his left.

It was an old warrior who had cut his hair greyed by time short, and his lips were thin and scarred, with a short beard. The years had eaten away at his skin and whitened his hair, but they had not bent his spine. The Spirit Prophet looked downward, recognizing the warrior's identity through the long sword in his hand - blood soaked into the black metal body of the long sword, flowing through the carved inscription in the center of the sword: Emperor! This blade was forged as a tribute to the Lord of Mankind.

Black Juggernaut, Sigismund!

Adrade held his breath for a moment.

Could it be that the Space Marine that my daughter is talking about is him?

High Marshal of the Black Templar.

That's tricky.

Adrad looked at the man on his right.

The man was wearing a suit of Terminator Power Armor, which made him look taller and more burly than the people around him, his smiling face illuminated by the red light from his neck armor, and the golden ring in the center of his bald head. On his right hand was an exaggeratedly large, sharp iron claw...... Adrade suddenly breathed heavily, and he felt a very special psionic aura on this giant iron claw—it was stained with the death blood of two genetic primitives!

And the blood of the Lord of Men.

Chaos Warlord, Ezekel Abaddon!

The Elven Prophet also recognized this great enemy.

Could it be that the Space Marine that my daughter is talking about is him!?

No, no, definitely not him.

Aydrad hurriedly dismissed the idea.

Whether it's the Black Juggernaut or the Chaos Warlord.

It won't be either of the two of them.

Now that Adrad has no intention of analyzing who the Star Marine his daughter is talking about, he is already immersed in the picture shown by the prophecy, and he is extremely eager to know what the final outcome of the duel and collision between these two people will be, and where will lead the fate of the galaxy.

The Eldar Prophet could see that the two were talking.

However, the picture of the prophecy began to blur.

Adrad was so anxious that beads of sweat oozed from his body.

Because the picture of prophecy is getting flickering more and more.

Until the end......

The flickering picture is clearly frozen again.

Adrad was stunned to see as the black Juggernaut was torn in half, disemboweled, and fell to the ground. His Black Templar subordinates weren't around, and he didn't know if they had left or died. The Chaos Warlord knelt in front of the corpse, his eyes red, his hands trembling, and a long black sword stuck in his chest......

The blade sank into his entire chest.

"It's over."

Adrad's heart flowed with bitterness, sorrow, and pain.

The Spirit Prophet no longer cared about his daughter.

There was only one thought in his mind at the moment:

The old Sword Master of the Human Empire is dead.

Chaos...... I'm about to break out of the cage!

…………

Fu Qinghai plunged headlong into the door of the network.

The object in the foreground changed suddenly, and the towering nests of the dark and dim dome disappeared into a white, thick mist space. You can't see the top upwards, and you can't see the bottom downwards. The entire space was filled with a thick billowing fog that glowed with a pale golden glow.

This was not the first time Fu Qinghai had entered the net, he had flown here once before with his master, Old Man Hu Xian, and at that time he relied on the guidance of the Star God Fragment of Nyadraza the Burner. The Star God Fragment also pointed him to such a short distance, and also lost his master.

Now the situation is different.

Aoyama Khan has a map.

Fu Qinghai controlled the jet motorcycle to hover in mid-air, opened the white suitcase with his free hands, and took out the book he had been waiting for for a long time, "Map of the Infernal Network".

Inquisitor Chiwak had worked hard to keep fleeing with this book, and he had to ask player Antonio to assimilate and bring out the Warhammer 40K universe, just to prevent the Infernal Network Map from falling into the hands of Azak Arimán.

As a result, now Fu Qinghai has brought it back, there is no way, Fu Qinghai can understand Judge Chevak's approach, but at this time, he and his warband need this "Infernal Network Map" very much, to thwart the Tzeentch plot.

Fu Qinghai couldn't wait to start this expedition, and there was also this reason. If Azak Ahriman can use prophetic magic to track down the Map of the Infernal Web, then the fact that this book has been kept in the world of Phaeton Forge may attract the Thousand Sons of Chaos Gang to come to the door, and the leader is still Tzeentch's Chosen One. Now the pressure on the warband to defend against the Tzeentch Demon Army is already great enough, and if another group of Thousand Son Wizards and Scarlet Warriors come in, it is very likely to lead to a complete collapse of the Star Sector's defense.

Fu Qinghai opened the thick book.

The pages are thin slices of crystal, covered with the tensile skin of the Silent Nun, and even contain some arteries, veins, and capillaries. The entire book was bathed in some unknown radiant glow in the network, and the small nutrient pump in the spine of the book began to work automatically, driving the blood to circulate through the blood vessels, providing nutrients.

These pages seem to be very sensitive to the gaze.

Fu Qinghai quickly sensed this.

As he gazed, the subcortical blood vessels began to restructure, new patterns of blood lines appeared on the surface, and another part of the blood vessels disappeared from the human skin with the flow of blood. The color of the skin also changed slightly, and a small line of scars appeared in the form of white scribbled handwriting, marking a new place on the page.

"Ah~ I see."

Fu Qinghai understood it after a little thought.

These blood vessels of different sizes of thickness ......

It represents a network channel with different thicknesses!

Fu Qinghai has always had a point that he can't figure out: according to the background setting of Warhammer 40K, the network is a galactic highway built by the ancient saints, the purpose of which is to travel faster than light across time and space. Since it is a man-made thing and not a natural wonder, the network should be built wide, straight, and concise for the sake of convenience, so that it is suitable to be used as a "road". After all, when building roads, of course, the more spacious the better, and the straighter the better.

But the fact is the opposite, the network is not wide at all, straightforward, concise and clear, and even very non-standard. The rough area is so vast that it can even accommodate a majestic satellite-sized city, the dark city of Comoros. The thin area was also narrow, so narrow that it would not even allow a knight mech to bend over it. Moreover, the entire network is as intricate as a labyrinth, with countless thick and thin mesh silk threads intertwined, and anyone except the Spirit Clan will get lost in it.

That's weird.

Why didn't the ancient saints make the network simpler?

Fu Qinghai looked at the line of scar markers.

A crack-like abstract symbol.

What does this mean?

Fu Qinghai recalled the information of the "Map of the Infernal Network", according to the setting in his memory, the book will perceive the user's eyes and mind, and show the place he wants to go most on the map...... So where do I want to go most now? Fu Qinghai began to examine his heart.

He wanted to save Fifty-Six.

This is his first priority when he enters the network.

So this "crack" represents......

Fu Qinghai suddenly understood.

The Ancient Sages built the network tens of thousands of years ago, but as the only spirit clan among the ancient saints to inherit part of the inheritance, they knew how to use the network but did not know how to repair and build the network. Networks are known to have some self-healing abilities - every time a space necro uses a Tombstone Portal to hijack a network, they are rejected by the network itself, as an example.

Although it has a certain self-repair ability, it is inevitable that some damaged parts will occur in the network channel after a long time. The network is a magical creation between the subspace and the real universe, once the network is damaged, where will the broken part lead? According to the description in the original book, outside the broken part, there is a terrifying subspace.

Therefore, after Magnus psionic teleportation penetrates the network, an endless army of demons will emerge in the network, almost drowning the Golden Throne. In fact, even without that psionic impact, although the network itself is not full of holes, it can be said to be full of loopholes, and all kinds of demons wandering the network are threatening the lives and souls of network travelers every moment.

The "crack" sign that emerged from the "Infernal Network Map" is very likely to be such a place, the gap after the network is broken, and the gap leading to the subspace.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai put away the thick book, and he remembered the path composed of blood vessels firmly after just one glance. Fu Qinghai leaned over and grabbed the grip of the jet motorcycle, and disappeared into the thick fog with a "whoosh" of the accelerator, rolling up the billowing fog and leaving it in place.

……

Fu Qinghai galloped through the net.

It's almost a vertical downward swoop.

He first had to find the inner wall of the network so that he could determine where the network boundary was, and then he could follow the path directions in the Infernal Network Map to find the gap.

Fu Qinghai's jet motorcycle is more special, Shi Lan and the baseband have been greatly modified on the basis of the Bullock-type Seiko jet motorcycle given by the original body, completely canceling the vertical propulsion system, and adding three grams of anti-gravity metal terium, making this jet motorcycle fly fast.

Due to its unique characteristics.

He was given the name "Blue Falcon".

Fu Qinghai drove the Green Falcon, broke through the dense fog and reached the ground in a moment, the soles of his feet stepped on an emergency stop brake, jumped off the jet motorcycle, stepped on the solid inner wall of the net, squatted down, took off his hand armor and stroked the material under his feet, and after thinking about it, he pulled out the Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword.

"Hum-smack!"

The saw blade slammed into the inner wall and bounced off again.

Edelman alloy + single molecule saw blade can't be cut?

Fu Qinghai glanced at the serrations, but he didn't curl the blade.

You don't have to try the cracking field of the Blue Blade.

If the cracking force field could break through the inner wall of the network, the Human Empire would not need to go to such great lengths to study this mysterious material, and would have used this galactic highway a long time ago.

Fu Qinghai put away his weapon and stood up straight.

"It's a psionic composite, Aoyama."

A low demonic voice sounded in his ears:

"It condenses reality and psionic energy together."

"Oh? Do you still know psionic powers? ”

Fu Qinghai stepped on the motorcycle and asked.

"Of course, do you remember the beginning? The alchemist opened the so-called Truth Door in your battleship, and then a flood of psionic energy poured into the deck of the battleship, and I was immersed in it, and it made me feel incredibly comfortable. ”

The voice continued.

"Oh, I remember."

Fu Qinghai said while driving:

"Lauster was wreaking havoc on my Burning Horse, and you and the Curse were already lodged in Ann's body."

"Yes, the feeling is simply incomparable, even beyond hell, as if I was born to belong to that place, to that sea of souls that churns with emotions."

"What's that place, Valak?"

Another hoarse voice asked.

It sounds like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other.

"Subspace."

A deep voice explained:

"The High Heavens, the Aether, the Celestial Realm, the Sea of Souls...... The creatures of this universe have all kinds of descriptions of it, but they all refer to the same place, a place that is constantly surging with endless emotional energy, and even I can only lick and ingest one or two of them, and dare not face its tsunami-like raging waves. ”

"You even know that?"

Fu Qinghai asked with interest.

Jet bikes are speeding away.

"Of course, Zhang Yuning looked up a lot of information about Warhammer 40K, and when she read those materials, with the help of her eyes, I read them all word for word."

The tone of the deep voice sounded flat.

But there is a faint hint of pride.

"Even you?"

A middle-aged female voice said sarcastically:

"I don't see how good you are, huh? The sixty-second of Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods, you think that place is very powerful, could it be because you are too weak? ”

"I think so."

Another mature female voice casually chimed in.

"Hmph, you ignorant souls and wild ghosts who have been stranded in the world since you died, you have never even been to hell, and you are here to talk nonsense. You think I'm weak because Zhang Yuning has been deliberately suppressing my strength and not letting me devour too many souls, otherwise how could you resentful spirits be my opponents. ”

He said in a deep voice in annoyance.

"Aunt Mei, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry."

A young female voice spoke.

"Yes, Mimiko, it's called 'breaking defenses.'"

The mature magnetic female voice said lightly.

"Ahhhh

A deafening roar came from a deep demonic voice:

"Aoyama! Let me devour enough souls, any soul, and you will be able to see the true form of the Demon God of Hell, and I can make you incredibly powerful, trust me! ”

Fu Qinghai smiled noncommittally.

He suddenly understood a little why Zhang Yuning sometimes seemed a little withdrawn - there are eight demons and evil spirits in anyone's mind at any time and constantly chattering, and they will have a little dullness to the reaction of the outside world.

Of course, Fu Qinghai is very familiar with these demons, not to mention anything else, every time Fu Qinghai presses Zhang Yuning under her and goes crazy, the eight ghosts are all empathetic in her body, how can she not be familiar with him in this case.

"What do you think?"

Fu Qinghai suddenly asked.

The goblins who experienced the Truth Gate incident were not only Valak, but also Gaco, but the curse in the armor remained silent to this day.

Hearing Fu Qinghai's question, the rest of the ghosts suddenly closed their mouths and stopped talking, Fu Qinghai vaguely felt a chill quietly waking up, and after a while, a flat and indifferent female voice slowly sounded in his ears:

"I just want to kill people."

Then the voice faded away.

There was a moment of silence within the armor.

No one spoke.

Fu Qinghai suddenly smiled.

It is worthy of being the most evil and purest of the many ghosts in the horror movie universe, compared to other demonic resentful spirits mixed with religious backgrounds or revenge obsessions, Gaco's evil thoughts and hatred are the purest, pure to the extreme, and even revenge and hatred still cannot be dissipated after the cause and effect are understood.

"Of course, as you wish."

Fu Qinghai hooked the corners of his mouth and whispered.

"Buzz—"

Once again, the Blue Falcon picked up its pace.

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1. I have repeatedly deleted and changed it several times, but I am still not satisfied.

2. There is a prophecy in this chapter, warm reminder, you can look back at chapter 173 to see the difference between the two prophecies.