When Fu Qinghai woke up again.

He was in a strange place.

Fu Qinghai opened his eyes blankly and looked around, and found himself lying in a white space filled with mist, and beneath him was a hard and hazy material.

Fu Qinghai flexed a finger and gently tapped the material of this mysterious floor, and the tips of his claws made a "knock knock" sound, reminding him of the place he had entered before.

Channel.

Of course Fu Qinghai recognized this place.

I'm in the network now?

When did I enter the channel?

Fu Qinghai was confused in his mind.

"Warak, Gacoco, Pazuzu......"

Fu Qinghai called out to each demon one by one:

"What happened during my coma?"

His last memory was that the explosion of the Vengeful Spirit's subspace engine created a subspace rift and sucked him into the subspace, leaving him with no memory of what happened next.

"Qingshan, you can be regarded as awake."

Valak hurriedly spoke:

"That crystal statue turned into an angel."

"Brother Qingshan, the Lun family is afraid."

Mimiko said with a crying voice:

"That golden ghost is so scary."

Several demons spouted and explained.

"Holy ...... St. Giles!? ”

After listening to the demons' explanation, Fu Qinghai was stunned: the crystal statue was resurrected? Does that mean that St. Giles was also resurrected? Where is he now?

"Send you here and he'll be gone."

Warak answered his doubts:

"Turned around and disappeared into subspace."

"What does that mean?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and muttered in contemplation.

I don't know what St. Giles is trying to do.

"Let's leave it at that, let's see what this is."

Fu Qinghai took out the "Map of the Infernal Network" from the white suitcase, and then opened the thick human skin book. But it's a pity that "Infernal Network Map" only has a navigation function and no positioning function, Fu Qinghai still doesn't know where he is at the moment, but his destination is very clear.

"Where are we going, Aoyama?"

Valak asked.

"Go home."

Fu Qinghai said without hesitation.

"Our purpose has been accomplished, Mi Kryas is dead, it is time for the subspace storm to dissipate, and we will return to the Marquez King Zone and return to our home world."

Fu Qinghai flipped through the "Map of the Infernal Net" without raising his head, looking at the complex routes outlined by using capillaries, and remembered these spider-web-like veins without any memory points after just looking at it once. Closing the book with a "snap", Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and prepared to go.

Then suddenly I realized a problem:

So where is the means of transport?

", Lao Tzu's Green Falcon!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly remembered that his Seiko jet motorcycle was still on the Eternal Expedition, which was really a Glocks beast. The Blue Falcon is not a mass-produced product, and that jet motorcycle is very significant, it is not only a set of gifts from the genetic prototype to himself: a jet motorcycle and a power off knife, but also three grams of anti-gravity metal domium have been added in the later modification.

Lost a beloved motorcycle.

Aoyama Khan's heart was dripping with blood.

"Whoa, whoa—"

Fu Qinghai flapped his bat wings and levitated them in mid-air.

The Goblin Warframe isn't slow, but it's still a bit behind jet bikes. Instead of flapping in flapping mode, the metal batwing is propelled by a supernatural psionic power, and the speed of the flight does not depend on the power output of the power pack, but on the eight demons in the armor.

"How long can we fly."

Fu Qinghai asked.

"For a long, long time."

Valak replied with a wicked smile:

"If you can catch some demons, the armor can fly faster, it's all up to you, Aoyama."

"That's good."

Fu Qinghai nodded, flapped his wings and left.

A circle of white fog blew up in the net.

……

The tunnel is tortuous and narrow, and can only accommodate one person. The branches of the network channel twitched in the sudden wriggling, and Fu Qinghai couldn't help but stop flying, looking down at the immaterial intermediate realm under his feet that was bumping and undulating for some unknown reason—he saw a tiny shimmering crack hidden in the dense fog, stretching down the narrow tunnel.

Obviously, this section of the network has been breached.

Fu Qinghai slowly lowered his height and landed towards this narrow crack, and a whisper gradually sounded in his ears during the descent, gently scratching his ear like a feather. He could feel a Chaos Demon pressing his body against the wall, whispering a whisper of self-destruction that lured every traveler who passed through the web.

Fu Qinghai was like a demon.

Stiff floated in the air and fell straight down.

The whispering voice became clearer and clearer.

Until Fu Qinghai got close enough distance.

The murmur suddenly turned into a scream of terror:

"It's you!"

It's me? What do you mean?

Fu Qinghai thought so in his heart, but the batwing behind him suddenly began to fan violently, pushing him to fly quickly towards the crack. However, it was too late, and the scream in his ears was speeding away, accompanied by swearing:

"Get out, get out of here, stay away from me!"

Fu Qinghai hit the inner wall of the net, tilted his helmet next to the crack, his whole arm submerged into this flash crack, and he stretched out his fingers and claws to dig it out. However, the crack was empty, and I didn't dig anything for a long time.

The Chaos Demon ran away.

"Alas......"

Fu Qinghai sighed regretfully and withdrew his arm.

It's really that people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong.

You can only continue to fly along the tunnel.

……

Finally, after a long journey.

Fu Qinghai arrived at his destination.

In a burst of bright silhouettes, Fu Qinghai left the net, and he put the slightly hot spirit bone talisman in his hand into his suitcase—the spirit bone talisman that Salamand gave him, which was the key to his ability to open the door of the net. Then, Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked around.

At first glance he was stunned.

This is not the world of the nest of the Schwerin.

This is completely different from the scene in my memory, the imaginary bottom of the nest, the towering chalk pillars, the sewage pipes that extend in all directions, and the space marines and warband minions who have been stationed here...... It's gone. If it weren't for the fact that the hall in front of him was not consistent with the bottom nest, Fu Qinghai even doubted that the Shiweilin nest was occupied by the enemy.

"Where is this?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and muttered to himself.

He slowly descended from the center of a high platform, and the empty hall before him was made of lifeless stone and bronze paneling, and the statues near the ceiling were covered with dust and looked like they had been abandoned for a long time.

Fu Qinghai walked down the stairs and looked around, his black iron boots stirring up a cloud of dust. Three or four dim iron lanterns hung overhead, and towering, cracked statues of saints loomed in the darkness, expressions of pain or haughty expressions on their faces.

"Where is this?"

Fu Qinghai asked again.

However, no one could answer his question.

The eight demons in the armor also had no answers.

Did Infernal Maps go wrong?

This was Fu Qinghai's first reaction.

Navigate him to this strange place.

It turns out that "Infernal Network Map" can also go wrong?

Fu Qinghai came to a heavy iron door that was as red as rust as blood—no matter where this was, it should have been abandoned for a long time. With a slight exertion of the palm of his hand, he pushed open the crumbling iron door and entered another hall: wooden tables and chairs descended the staircase in a steep echelon, iron shelves filled with burning white candles and a series of incandescent lamps hanging overhead.

A kind of Gothic religious seriousness and decay.

Fu Qinghai looked at this scene and felt a little familiar.

"Aoyama, I smell it."

Pa Zuzu suddenly spoke.

"What do you smell?"

Fu Qinghai asked, looking down the hall.

"A very strong human smell."

Pazuzu greedily sucks:

"There used to be many, many people here, numb, stupid, like a bunch of walking dead, living on so-called faith...... You know, Aoyama, I was once called the 'Antichrist by the Semitic fools,' and I hated me for destroying all monotheistic religions. Here, it feels familiar to me. ”

Fu Qinghai ignored the fragmented thoughts of Pa Zuzu, an ancient Assyrian demon. The place was a mess, with parchment scraps, old data blocks, and bioplasticized specimens scattered and buried in dust. He crouched down and picked up a piece of paper, flipped it over, and saw that the back of the paper read:

"Holy Terra... The Ministry of the Interior... Level......"

The handwriting on the back has been blurred.

Holy Terra? Could it be that this is Holy Terra?

Fu Qinghai was shocked and suspicious in his heart, thinking to himself how the "Infernal Network Map" led me to the capital, and my destination was Shiweilin Nest, which was ridiculously wrong.

Fu Qinghai knew that there was a portal in Terra, and that this portal was very close to the palace, and it was said to be in an abandoned area in the nest capital. During the Beast Wars, a group of Harlequin Elves infiltrated the palace through this portal, and after killing several Forbidden Soldiers and accidentally being captured, they claimed that they had only come to send a kind reminder that humanity should never forget the threat of Chaos.

Highlight an inexplicable.

In short, no matter what the group of harlequin spirits wanted to do, it was a definite fact that there was a portal near the Terra Palace, and now Fu Qinghai suspected that he was likely to activate this portal in advance, and traveled across most of the galaxy to reach the Holy Terra through the channel.

But the question is, what are you doing in Terra?

Looking at the stepped hall in front of him, Fu Qinghai thought of the "human smell" that Pa Zuzu had just said, and after thinking for a while, he did not continue to move forward but turned around and walked through the rusty iron door and returned to the abandoned ash hall.

Fu Qinghai took off the ghost armor, then opened the white suitcase and took out the blue shell power armor. A trickle of iron-gray particles flowed around his ankles, outlining a hard shape. The eyepiece lit up, and the familiar armor of black and gold color covered his entire body again.

Fu Qinghai raised his right arm, and the nano metals on the gauntlet converged and piled up to form a bulging square device-Invisible Boy, the same style as Sutter Flange. Fu Qinghai tapped the invisible boy with his other finger, and a flash of optical camouflage covered his whole body, and his figure gradually became transparent and faded.

Fu Qinghai only activated the optical stealth of the Invisible Boy, and did not smear the Crut's oily secretions that shielded him from thermal radiation - the smell of that thing was too big, and he would smell it if he got closer. Then he turned to the goblin armor and said:

"Optimistic about this place."

The Goblin Warframe stood in place and nodded.

Commanding the ghost armor to guard the gate of the net, Fu Qinghai walked out of the rusty red iron gate again, and finally saw people down the stairs - dozens of people huddled behind the wooden desks, they had the Mediterranean hoop hairstyle of medieval monks, their dull eyes staring at the biochemical parchment in front of them, holding a mechanical quill in their hands, they were burying their heads in copying, and from time to time they looked up at the stained composite glass dome above their heads, and then continued to write.

Scribe of the Ministry of the Interior.

Fu Qinghai recognized their identities.

Fu Qinghai passed them slowly, a breeze stirring their scattered papers, and the mechanical and numb scribes still didn't notice it in the slightest—the light and shadow blurred when they got closer, but they were still writing like a group of codeword servants.

A scribe seems tired of writing.

Glancing up at the ceiling again.

Fu Qinghai followed his gaze and looked up.

Stained glass pieces together the icons of the emperors.

The state religion seems to have become popular.

Fu Qinghai looked down at the document in front of the scribe.

Then his pupils constricted.

"Kaminsky ...... the Industrial World"

"Summary ...... Tithe Collection"

It's all mundane and redundant information.

But the last line reads:

"Time: 1.017.31."

This was seven hundred years ago!

I went back 700 years!

Fu Qinghai looked at the scribe in a daze.

My mind suddenly turned a little bit.

Looking away from the scribe, he quietly looked at the documents of several other scribes, confirming that the date was not a reference to the past but to the present timestamp.

What's going on?

Fu Qinghai returned to the abandoned dust hall almost in a daze, he stood in front of the door of the net, and took out the "Infernal Netway Map" again and opened it to look through. It's a pity that this is not a network, and there is no mysterious radiation energy nourishment, and the "Map of the Infernal Network" is a wordless heavenly book.

"Qingshan, your network map is correct."

The goblin armor suddenly reminded.

Fu Qinghai heard that it was Chu Renmei's voice.

"You have an obsession, Aoyama."

This bewitching female ghost ghostly said:

"The Map of the Infernal Network reflects the truest desire in your heart, you say you want to go home, but you know very well in your heart that the Marquez Wang Zone is out of danger and there is no need to worry. You still have a bond on the past, and you haven't let go of it. You may be able to fool yourself, but you can't fool the Infernal Network Map, which reflects the place you want to go to the most. ”

"The truest longing of my heart......"

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself dumbfoundedly.

What does this have to do with Sacred Terra?

…………

(End of chapter)