Chapter 98: Mad Lich's Experimental Log

"Pah."

Fu Qinghai spat out the wet leaf fragments in his mouth and crawled out from a bush.

The sky was already slightly bright, but the forest was still filled with fog, and water droplets were still hanging on the branches and leaves. Fu Qinghai inevitably got soaked as he tried to make a path through this dense and lush vegetation. His black hair and linen robe stuck to his body.

Fu Qinghai was carrying a large leather bag on his shoulder. It was the spoils captured from the wild orcs. It was used to hold the fragments of his power armor and Hall Kemp's servo skull.

The skinny old man Hu Xian followed behind Fu Qinghai, walking along the path opened up by the two-meter-and-five-meter tall man.

He also carried a large leather bag containing the bodies of five Squiggs.

The old man still remembers the taste of mushroom soup.

Fu Qinghai climbed up a huge rock on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. Looking at the rising sun and the vast forest in the distance, Fu Qinghai smacked his lips and looked embarrassed.

There is a saying that if you look at the mountain, the horse will die. This time, you are not looking at the mountain, but looking at the sky.

The aurora in the night sky appears in this direction. It is daytime now and the aurora cannot be seen. Fu Qinghai is not sure where exactly it is.

Old man Hu Xian was standing nearby, also looking into the distance, and asked,

"Could that aurora be a mirage, or some other natural phenomenon?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said:

"If I hadn't found the murals in the ruins, I wouldn't have thought about the Necrons. But now, with so many clues pointing to the Necrons, this green aurora seems very suspicious."

Fu Qinghai remembered the black stone pot that old man Hu Xian used to cook scogg soup.

Fu Qinghai didn't know whether the murderous fluctuations of old man Hu Xian could be considered psychic power and magic, but he knew that black stone was not an anti-psychic metal like phase iron. Black stone was a mineral substance of unknown composition that existed naturally in the real universe, but it was also closely related to the subspace.

Black stone has to be made into a black stone structure before it has the ability to control spiritual energy. Pure, unprocessed black stone is just an ordinary, hard and dense stone.

Please note that we are talking about manipulation here. Black stone is like a psychic magnet, with positive and negative poles. This means that the structure of black stone can suppress psychic energy as well as enhance it, rather than simply banning magic.

The relic technology phase iron mentioned above is not used to prevent psychic reactions or prohibit the casting of magic. Instead, it is processed by the inquisitors of the Imperial Heresy Tribunal to be used as handcuffs, leg irons and iron collars to confine psychics. Phase iron cannot prevent psychics from using psychic powers, but once psychics use psychic powers, these metals will melt and penetrate into the psychic's skin and flesh, causing the psychic's death.

The Human Empire and the Necrons often choose to use the black stone structures to suppress the psychic properties. Of course, the Empire knows it but not why, and can only use the ready-made black stone structures built by the Necrons in ancient times, such as the black stone obelisk on the Cadian Fortress planet in later generations.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai turned around and asked:

"Uncle, where did you get that pot? Did you make it yourself?"

Fu Qinghai had the impression that black stone could be processed and constructed, but its strength was very high and its structure was dense. The Necrons used black stone as building materials and ship materials, and its hardness was stronger than the living metal of the Necrons.

Otherwise, the dead three-meter-tall orc wouldn't have used black stone to make an axe.

Old man Hu Xian said: "I picked it up in the forest. Its original shape was a bit like a pot. I roughly processed it and used a lightsaber."

Use a lightsaber... Fu Qinghai understood.

It is indeed a lightsaber that can cut through everything.

Fu Qinghai figured it all out, looked at the endless ridges and forests around him, and frowned.

Old man Hu Xian saw Fu Qinghai's difficulty and suggested:

"Why don't we wait until night. When the aurora appears at night, we can determine our location."

Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly and said, "What if the aurora doesn't appear tonight? That thing doesn't appear every day."

Fu Qinghai jumped down from the huge rock on the top of the mountain and jumped into the dense bushes. A voice came from the branches below:

"Let's go, sir, and explore further ahead."

…

Fu Qinghai's decision was correct. As they walked further forward, the lush vegetation began to become sparse, and bare black stones began to appear on the surface. They were scattered here and there, with the large ones half buried in the soil and the small ones directly scattered on the grass in the forest.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian no longer needed to rely on the guidance of the green aurora at night, but walked in the direction where the black stones were increasing. Finally, after pushing aside a large leaf that blocked their view...

A tall, towering black obelisk appeared in front of the two.

"Hmm..." The two, one old and one young, looked up at the same time.

"So big."

"So high."

A huge black obelisk as tall as thirty or forty stories.

Wind erosion, rain, endless years and changing natural disasters have left indelible marks on this black stone obelisk. The edges are no longer sharp and the carvings have been smoothed.

But it still stands here.

This obelisk is a typical black stone structure.

This shows that Black Stone creations are all very large. Even a technologically advanced being like the Necrons does not have the ability to turn Black Stone structures into small weapons.

Fu Qinghai suspected that old man Hu Xian couldn't even activate the murderous intention near this obelisk.

Of course, it was just a suspicion. Firstly, Fu Qinghai didn't know whether the murderous intent fluctuations could be considered spiritual power. Secondly, seeing that old man Hu Xian was in a state where he couldn't distinguish between friend and foe after activating the murderous intent fluctuations, it was better not to experiment.

Fu Qinghai stared at the carvings on the black obelisk, which were densely packed and complex text composed of three symbolic elements: circles, semicircles, and long and short straight lines.

Although Fu Qinghai couldn't understand it, he was now 100% sure.

This is the creation of the Necrons.

Who are the Necrons?

Nicknamed mechanical ribs, space tomb kings, and flying mummies, they are the only race in Warhammer 40K that has achieved "flesh is weak, machinery soars" and the technological ceiling of the Warhammer 40K universe.

Master the technologies of dimensional pockets, inertia-free navigation, brilliant star maps, world engines, Gauss weapons, Tesla weapons, super-phase weapons, etc.

Describe the Necrons' physical technology in one sentence:

As advanced as magic, even more magical than magic.

The Necrons are an ancient race from the same era as the Old Ones. Their predecessors were a technologically advanced but very short-lived race of creatures - the Necrontyr. Because their birthplace was a star with highly toxic radiation, the curse of short life was engraved in the Necrontyr's genes. This race fears death, but also worships death. Their cultural style contains many symbols of death: tombs, pyramids, coffins, etc.

Later, because they coveted the secret of the Ancients' immortality and wanted to maintain unity and balance within the vast territory through the external conflict of war, the Necrontyr fought a war with the Ancients, which was the War in Heaven. The Necrontyr were pinned to the ground by the Ancients, who were natural manipulators of subspace energy, and no matter how advanced their technology was, they could not defeat them. Later, they were bewitched by a powerful physical being called "Star God". The Three Saints of the Necrontyr Council decided to conduct a bio-transformation ritual for the entire tribe, turning their flesh and blood into living metal, and their consciousness into data, turning them into soulless Necrons.

In this process, the Necrontyr did obtain the eternal life they had always dreamed of, but their souls were also completely devoured by the Star Gods.

After the entire race of Necrons were reincarnated, their strength increased greatly. With the help of the Star Gods, they exterminated the Old Saints. However, the Necrons felt that they were tricked by the Star Gods, so they turned around and smashed all of the Star Gods into pieces. It is said that the Star Gods are the embodiment of the real laws of physics and cannot be killed. Therefore, the Necrons imprisoned the fragments of the Star Gods and used them as their tools, weapons and eternal energy.

After the War in Heaven and the defeat of the C'tan, the Necrons were already badly damaged. At this moment, the servant races created by the Old Ones to help fight, the Eldar and the Orks, were in a period of prosperity. Predicting that the Eldar Empire would eventually perish, the Necrons decided to hibernate collectively for tens of millions of years and wake up after tens of millions of years. Anyway, all of them were immortal, so they could use time to defeat the enemy.

"The above is the origin of the Necrons."

Fu Qinghai turned around and said to old man Hu Xian: "Uncle, do you understand?"

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "I understand. It's a story about a tragic race... Then why did we come here?"

Fu Qinghai pondered for a while, organized his words, and said:

"Firstly, the location of the ruins has been exposed to the orcs, so we can't stay there for long. Secondly... sir, think about it, why did you come to the Warhammer 40K universe? Are you here to stay on this desolate planet and wait for death? You need to find a way to restrain the fluctuations of murderous intent, but I want to leave here and return to the human empire. We have to find a way, and I think this tomb of the Necrons is an opportunity!"

Old man Hu Xian stroked his beard and nodded, agreeing with Fu Qinghai's statement.

In fact, it was Fu Qinghai's idea to explore the tomb of the Necrons, because old man Hu Xian only needed to drop the world anchor again after the next reincarnation world was opened, and he would naturally leave the Warhammer 40K universe, and of course he could leave this desolate alien planet. Instead, it was Fu Qinghai who would be trapped here.

Generally speaking, the Necrons are so technologically advanced that in order to protect themselves and their tombs intact and free from invasion during tens of millions of years of slumber, the Necrons must have protected their tombs rigorously and carefully. Exploring Necrons' tombs is a suicidal act with no return. However, after observing Fu Qinghai now, he still dared to make such a suicidal decision for a reason:

Many planets where Necromancer tomb worlds are located, before they themselves awakened, other races and civilizations have developed on the planets for a long time. These civilizations do not know that the planet they are on is a Necromancer tomb world. Why? Because

those Necromancer dynasties with real wealth and advanced technology will directly put the entire tomb world into a dimensional pocket, which is very hidden.

The tomb world where Fu Qinghai is currently located not only has obvious black stone creations, but also obvious bugs and anomalies such as green auroras that appear from time to time at night. Isn't this a clear reminder to others that there is a problem here?

Fu Qinghai guessed that it was because this tomb world did not belong to a powerful Necron dynasty, not a top Necron dynasty like the Sotek Dynasty, the Mephilite Dynasty and the Menek Dynasty, but just a third-rate Necron dynasty.

Or, under the erosion of tens of thousands of years, the movement of various geological plates and the outbreak of natural disasters, this tomb world was partially destroyed, thus revealing a hint of strangeness.

The latter is also very common. For example, the Amnos Dynasty was completely burned down in the explosion of a stellar solar flare. Many tomb worlds and undead dynasties were destroyed by natural disasters inexplicably after tens of millions of years of slumber.

With these two premises, the temptation of necromancy technology is a sufficient condition, and exploring ways to leave the planet is a necessary condition. It is both sufficient and necessary. It would be unreasonable for Fu Qinghai not to come and explore.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian walked around the black stone obelisk and did not find any cracks. Although the entire obelisk was damaged, it was still intact. They had no idea how the Necrons processed it.

The two had no choice but to light a fire and cook to fill their stomachs.

Night fell quietly.

Fu Qinghai sat on an exposed irregular black stone and built a barbecue grill with branches. He put a big-mouthed Squirrel with sharp teeth on a wooden stick and rotated it to grill it.

The aroma of grilled mushrooms spread, reminding Fu Qinghai of the butter mushrooms he had eaten in a barbecue restaurant in his previous life.

Old man Hu Xian sat cross-legged on the ground, leisurely waiting for Fu Qinghai's barbecue creations. Suddenly, the old man had an idea and looked up.

"Qingshan, look, that green aurora has appeared again."

Hu Xian pointed at the dark green light curtain above his head, which was constantly floating and changing in the night sky.

Fu Qinghai quickly stood up and looked up at the aurora.

His sight extended from the top of the green light curtain to the end closest to the ground, and then Fu Qinghai saw that the entire aurora was emitted from a crack in the surface of the earth in the distance.

"Walk!"

Fu Qinghai ran over there without saying a word.

"Wait a moment."

Old man Huxian pulled two fat hind legs of Squig off the grill and hurried to follow.

Fu Qinghai came to the crack in the ground, which was a huge irregular black stone without any Necromancer carvings on it.

The faint green light radiates from this gap, forming an aurora curtain in the night sky.

Fu Qinghai squatted in front of this thin and long crack and observed it carefully.

Old man Huxian walked over slowly, holding a squirrel's hind leg in one hand and tearing and chewing it.

Fu Qinghai tried to pry open the crack with his hands, but found that he couldn't even put his fingers in, so he looked up at old man Hu Xian and said,

"Uncle."

Old man Huxian put the hind leg of Squig in his right hand into his mouth and nodded. He wiped his greasy palm on his robe and pulled out a silver lightsaber hilt from his robe.

At this moment, Fu Qinghai felt a little sympathy for this lightsaber.

"Chiu hum——"

A light green lightsaber extended out, and old man Hu Xian grasped the lightsaber with his backhand and thrust it downward with force.

A slight burning sound of "hiss" was heard, and the black stone began to turn red, hot and melt. The Force condensed + plasma beam slowly cut the solid black stone.

Old man Hu Xian took great pains and ate both hind legs before he was able to cut a round hole in the irregular black stone.

Fu Qinghai patted old man Hu Xian on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, uncle. Is your lightsaber still powerful enough?"

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "I still have spare batteries, don't be afraid."

Below the round hole, there was a faint green light and nothing could be seen.

Looking at the green light under his feet, Fu Qinghai gritted his teeth, made up his mind, drew out the Wagang sword, leaped up, and jumped down.

Suddenly, the whole person was swallowed up by the light and disappeared.

Old man Hu Xian patted the remaining meat scraps in his hands, the lightsaber lit up again, and he jumped down.

…

"Pah."

The light disappeared, vision was restored, and Fu Qinghai's feet landed on a flat stone floor.

Quickly observing the surroundings, it turned out to be a dark stone corridor.

There are straight and complex green light strips on the walls of the corridor, providing a little light source for this dark corridor.

"Pah."

Old man Hu Xian also fell down.

Fu Qinghai bent over carefully and walked deeper into the corridor.

This passage was winding and had many forks, like a maze. From time to time, Fu Qinghai saw collapsed rocks blocking the way. In these collapsed places, the dim green light strips on the stone walls also went out.

"We are most likely no longer on this planet."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice as he groped around.

Fu Qinghai's sense of direction and position in his mind has not disappeared. If he was still on the planet, he should have walked out of the surface by now.

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "Is this the pocket dimension you mentioned?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said, "I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it."

Whenever they came to a fork in the road, Fu Qinghai's method was to let old man Hu Xian use his intuition to decide which road to take.

This is not a blind choice, this is called "letting the force guide us."

After turning another fork in the road, Fu Qinghai walked in the dark and quiet corridor. Suddenly, a faint "click-click-click" sound came into his ears.

Fu Qinghai stopped and listened attentively.

It was as if the limbs of some insect were tapping the ground.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian looked at each other, lowered their steps, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Behind a collapsed rock were three metal beetles slightly larger than a Space Marine's fist. Their mechanical compound eyes emitted the faint green light unique to the Necrons. They were using their multi-legged mechanical appendages and sharp claws to dig at the collapsed rubble.

The Scarab of Hell.

The lowest-level, unintelligent mechanical servants in the Necromancer's tombs, they have the abnormal ability to decompose matter into energy and then reshape it back into matter. They are the cornerstone of Necromancer's construction, production, and casting.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and whispered,

"Kill them."

The green lightsaber was waving, and the three underworld scarabs had just floated up when they were killed by old man Hu Xian with a few swords.

Fu Qinghai went over to check and found that the three underworld scarabs had died instantly, with their entire bodies melted by the lightsabers.

Fu Qinghai picked up a scarab and looked at the black metal shells. The shells were like jewels, inlaid with dark green threads that outlined geometric circuit diagrams.

This is the aesthetic style of the Necrons, which is in sharp contrast to the cold and hard Gothic punk style of the Human Empire. The dark sci-fi tomb style belongs to it.

Within the Necron Crypts, swarms of Cryptid Scarabs patrol the crypts, searching for systems in need of repair and intruders to eliminate.

Fu Qinghai picked up the remains of the three underworld scarabs, put them in his arms, and said to old man Hu Xian:

"Uncle, if you come across this thing again, remember to leave one for me."

These are all treasures. Any bit of technology that slips out from between the Necrons' fingernails is enough for the Mechanicus to study for a thousand years, and they may not even be able to fully understand it.

Old man Hu Xian nodded and asked, "Have they discovered us?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and whispered,

"It should be discovered that the Darkwork Scarab is connected to the data thinking of the entire tomb, but we don't know if our intrusion is enough to wake up the tomb owner."

That depends on how the tomb maintenance system rates the danger level of these two people.

The two continued to move forward in the corridor.

In the empty corridor, suddenly, old man Hu Xian seemed to have sensed something and swung the green lightsaber.

"Sizzle…"

Dazzling sparks flew everywhere, and a mechanical structure more than two meters high fell at the feet of the two men.

It had a scorpion-shaped dark green body with two rows of sharp, slender mechanical limbs on both sides and a long, iron-gray, thorny tail underneath. Its entire body had been cut in half by a lightsaber.

Fu Qinghai recognized it. It was the Ghost of the Underworld, a tomb maintainer of a higher level than the Scarab of the Underworld.

Old man Hu Xian reached out and touched the wall on the side, and said in surprise: "There are no gaps or mechanisms. How did it appear? Wall-penetrating magic? Is this some kind of magic?"

If old man Hu Xian had not followed the warning from the Force in his heart, he would have been caught by this thing just now.

Fu Qinghai squatted down to examine the remains of the ghost, shook his head and explained:

"No, it's not magic, it's hyperphasing technology."

The Ghost of the Underworld is also an automatic mechanical body. Its core equipment is a phase shifter, a cross-dimensional unstable matrix that allows the Ghost of the Underworld to change its phase state in time and space at will.

The Necrons, who master living metal, use 3D printing to make all their creations, which are seamless. Normally, the mechanical creations of the human empire need to have openings reserved for inspection, repair and upgrade, but the Necrons' creations are seamless. What should they do when they encounter internal damage and need to be repaired? The Necrons use super-phase technology to penetrate the wall into the mechanical structure, and then pass through the wall to get out after repairing it.

It's just so awesome.

The ghost of the underworld worker was too big for Fu Qinghai to carry, otherwise Fu Qinghai would not want to let go of this precious remains.

Low-level mechanical bodies such as the Necromancer Scarab and Necromancer Ghost did not have the rebirth protocol loaded on them, otherwise a scene that would have horrified the imperial armies of later generations would have occurred: the living metal on the body of the Necron warrior who had been destroyed and fallen to the ground would slowly wriggle and heal, and he would slowly stand up again.

(Author: Terminator T1000 copied it)

Finally, Fu Qinghai held the Squig leather bag in one hand, which contained the remains of three Ghost Scarabs, and with the other hand grabbed the long tail of the Ghost, dragging it forward.

Just refuse to give up anything.

As Fu Qinghai dragged the ghost, the sharp limbs of the ghost worker made a harsh sound by scraping on the stone floor, but Fu Qinghai didn't care. He would have alarmed it anyway.

I just came in, so what?

There is a reason why Fu Qinghai dared to be so arrogant.

Along the way, many situations allowed Fu Qinghai to make more judgments.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In the original novel of the Necrons, the Scarabs often moved in groups of hundreds or even thousands. There were many collapsed and damaged parts in the tomb, but no Scarabs went to repair them. There was only one place, but there were only three Scarabs repairing it. After walking for a long time, they encountered a Ghost of the Necromancer.

The condition of this tomb world might be even worse than Fu Qinghai had initially imagined.

Finally, the two men came to a closed black stone gate and reached a dead end.

There are intricate and delicate dark green carvings on the black stone gate. If you look closely, they seem to contain mysterious logic and connections, like some kind of circuit or some kind of combination lock.

Fu Qinghai didn't care about the combination lock. He turned around and glanced at old man Hu Xian.

Without saying a word, old man Hu Xian lit up his lightsaber and cut through the door.

Have you ever seen a Jedi Knight boarding an enemy ship and encountering a closed hatch, still struggling to enter the code?

The hot red cut on the black stone door was lit up.

Soon, old man Hu Xian cut a crooked and irregular arch.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai kicked open the black stone door and stepped into the space behind it.

The black stone door collapsed to the ground with a loud bang, and what appeared in front of Fu Qinghai was a closed room of medium size.

There were various Necromancer-style devices inside that Fu Qinghai was unfamiliar with.

There were cylindrical platforms of varying heights, with scales like a balance on them, planetarium-like gadgets circling around, thick and thin tubes, and various polyhedron-like magic cubes and puzzle boxes.

Although Fu Qinghai didn't recognize any of these instruments.

But it is based on my intuition as a fellow scientific researcher.

This intuition told Fu Qinghai.

This is a laboratory.

Old man Hu Xian held a lightsaber in his hand, looked around, and was on guard cautiously.

None of these strange and exquisite experimental instruments attracted Fu Qinghai's attention. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a piece of fabric on the metal floor.

It was a piece of dark red, tattered textile with fine lines on it, which looked out of place with the surrounding Necron creations and more like the material of some superhero's tights.

Fu Qinghai knew that the Necrons did not need to wear clothes. Even if some Necromancers and Necromancers needed to show off, they would simply use living metal to simulate the appearance of cloaks, ribbons or robes. Textiles would not and should not appear in the world of Necrons.

Fu Qinghai looked at the dark red torn piece of cloth and recalled a sentence he had read in his previous life:

The official national archaeological team is most afraid of seeing plastic bottles instead of rice dumpling zombies after entering a tomb.

The discovery of plastic bottles indicates that the tomb has been visited by tomb robbers.

Fu Qinghai felt a little complicated at the moment. He raised his eyes and looked at the other instruments in the laboratory again.

Something emitting light attracted his attention again.

Fu Qinghai breathed softly, loosened his hand that was holding the tail of the ghost of the underworld worker, picked up a bag of underworld scarab beetle remnants, and tiptoed to a cylindrical platform.

A square box was quietly placed on the table, and inside it was a fist-sized round bead that slowly emitted green light.

Fu Qinghai stared at the green bead closely, analyzing the "Tony Stark's Electronic Soul Backup" in his mind frantically.

Still didn't know what this was, but Fu Qinghai found a place that looked like a switch. He reached out and gently touched a small dot on the box.

The green beads emitted a soft light upwards, and a lifelike holographic projection appeared in the light.

In the projection, a Necron's face appeared.

This is a dark iron-colored skull-shaped metal long face with a single green eye. There are two metal decorations like Ultraman Taro on the top of the head. He holds a huge blue metal staff-like long stick in his hand.

This is a Necrotect.

Fu Qinghai made an instant judgment and found that it was consistent with the identity of the laboratory owner.

Necromancers are technical experts and engineers of the Necrons, with a higher status than most Necron warriors, such as the Necron Warrior, Immortal, and Destroyer, but lower than true Necron nobles, such as the Necron Lord, Necron Overlord, and Necron Hierophant.

The Necrontyr society was originally a hierarchical, old-fashioned and conservative society. After being transformed into the Necrons, only a part of the middle and upper classes retained their personality and consciousness intact. The rest, such as civilians, infants and young children, were transformed into cannon fodder without self-awareness - that is, Necron warriors.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician was chattering something to the camera.

Fu Qinghai didn't understand a word.

But he felt very confused.

Because as far as he knew, the brain of the Necrons was a variety of thinking pipelines and computing cores. There was no need to record anything through holographic projection like humans do in experiments. It was enough to remember it in the brain. The Necrons would only use voice machines when communicating with other races. When the Necrons communicate with each other, information can be transmitted point-to-point through a pair of four eyepieces.

Fu Qinghai said nothing, but continued to watch the holographic projection patiently. Although he could not understand the language of the Necrons, he could make a preliminary analysis and judgment based on the content of the projection.

If Fu Qinghai could understand the Necromancer language, he would understand at this moment that the Tomb Raider was saying to the camera:

"Damn it, the 450th experiment failed again. I still can't replicate this magical particle."

"My head is dizzy and a lot of my previous memories have become blurry. This feeling is very painful. I don't know if it's because I woke up too early or because my memory data path has been damaged during the long hibernation. In short, this feeling gives me a headache."

"Yes, headache. Since my body transformation, I have almost never felt this feeling called headache again."

"Now, I have to use holographic emeralds to record my experimental process, just like those ridiculous flesh-and-blood races, because I am afraid that the precious experimental data will be lost in the short-circuited and damaged thinking pipeline like my ancient memories."

"Okay, now, the... the 451st? Or was it the 449th experiment? Okay, the 448th experiment, let's begin..."

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and frowned.

He discovered that in the holographic projection, this Necron Tomb Raider was repeating the same experimental operations over and over again and had obtained the same experimental results, but he was still repeating the operations over and over and even his words when stating the experimental conclusions were consistent.

What's going on? Is this how the experiment is done? Why does it look like your brain is not working well?

Could it be... Fu Qinghai thought thoughtfully.

During the tens of millions of years of hibernation of the Necrons, not only would the tomb world be destroyed, but the Necrons' own data thinking would also be damaged to varying degrees. Not only civilians, soldiers and tomb technicians, but even the thinking pipelines of some Necron Overlords and Popes would be damaged.

For example, there is a Necron Overlord who always considers himself a Necrontyr, and any war with any race is regarded by him as a civil war between Necrontyr dynasties. Therefore, he must follow the rules of honor, fight in close combat, respect his opponents, demonstrate the honor of a warrior, and cannot use long-range sniper units such as the Death Mark.

The collective thought data of some Necronic dynasties was corrupted, and even developed into a virus program called "Curse of the Flayer".

Fu Qinghai probably figured it out and continued reading.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician finally realized that his work was in vain by replaying the experimental process. The camera pulled and turned, and came to a human being who was tied up and imprisoned in a metal coffin.

Oh my goodness... Fu Qinghai recognized the tight uniform worn by this human at a glance.

A dark red and silver jumpsuit, a silver metal helmet with two large red eyepieces, and a small antenna on the side of the ear.

Who else could this be but Ant-Man?

Ah~ I see… Fu Qinghai already understood what the Tomb Technician was saying without having to understand it.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician continued to babble:

"I know. This thing is called human. Before we decided to hibernate, we were low-level primates that could only walk upright. Now we can use such magical particles. It's really amazing to see a human being in a new light after 30,000 years of absence."

"When I received the intrusion alarm from the central maintenance system of the tomb and was urgently awakened, I took the seven immortals I temporarily awakened and searched the entire tomb, but I couldn't find the intruder."

"I even planned to ignore the awakening protocol of the Resurrection Council and forcibly awaken more undead soldiers."

Fu Qinghai did not notice that while he was concentrating on watching the projection of the holographic emerald, a hidden and inconspicuous holographic recording device in the corner of the laboratory room was also quietly observing him.

"I didn't expect that this guy triggered the Tesla device outside the stasis field while hiding, and was electrocuted to reveal his original form, haha."

"It's amazing. A creature four cubits tall can shrink into a dot smaller than the crack of the Black Stone Gate. I wonder how it broke through the defenses of the tomb and entered the laboratory... And my calculation program can infer that this may not be the limit of this kind of particle. It seems that there are secrets of traveling through time and quantum tunnels hidden in it. What kind of magical technology is this that even we Necrons don't have it."

Pym particles.

Fu Qinghai looked at the glass tube that the tomb technician was playing with, which contained a flowing dark red liquid.

This thing has appeared many times in the Avengers movies.

"It took me a lot of effort to capture this little guy alive. The Immortal's particle cannon and double-barreled Gauss blaster almost tore down my entire tomb. I was so angry that all the subprocesses in my thought pipeline were mixed together. Ouch!"

"…Finally, finally, the 5,791st experiment was over. At the last moment when the raw materials were exhausted, I finally obtained a crude imitation of this particle."

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician held up a small gadget in his hand. It was a peculiarly shaped thing that resembled a small pistol.

"I still can't completely replicate this particle. I even suspect that this particle is not a product of this universe or this dimension. In particular, my damaged knowledge memory path has seriously interfered with my analytical calculation process. Hey, why did I use up all the raw materials? I should have saved some and asked Lord Orrickan. Maybe he would have some better ideas or insights..."

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician couldn't let go of the finished product of the experiment in his hand. It was a strange little pistol with a needle-like muzzle and a tube of light red liquid behind the gun.

Looking at the image in the holographic projection, Fu Qinghai's gaze slowly moved away from the green bead and looked at the wall on the left, where there was a square groove with the small pistol floating in it.

Fu Qinghai never saw the reincarnation in the Ant-Man uniform in the holographic projection again. He might have been disposed of by the Scarab of the Underworld as experimental waste.

But the little pistol is still there.

Fu Qinghai stared intently at the small pistol floating in the groove of the wall.

It was a stasis field, one of the few space-time-stopping technologies mastered by both the Imperium and the Necrons.

Of course, for the Necrons, this is a cheap technology that is common in every Tomb World. But for the Imperium of Man, it is a relatively rare and high-end technology. The dying body of Robouti Guilliman after Fulgrim cut his throat was preserved in a stasis field by the Ultramarines.

The holographic projection continues to play.

"No, there are more and more fragmented information in the program process in my brain. Various memories of my previous life are mixed with my experimental data. No, I have to go back to sleep, otherwise the computing core will burn out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the projection went out.

Suddenly, at this moment, in the entire laboratory, the dim green light strips on all the walls turned into dazzling red, and an inexplicable alarm sounded in the room.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian were both stunned, and then they saw the metal wall in front of them slowly sliding down, and a team of fully armed metal skeletons, holding double-barreled Gauss burster guns and thick particle cannons in their hands, with dazzling green light in their eyes, appeared in front of the two.

A generous…gift…of crab!

Fu Qinghai shouted, "Get out of the way!"

He rolled over and hid behind the cylindrical platform.

"Biu——"

Two thick green beams of light flashed by, and the entire experimental cylindrical table, along with the instruments and equipment on it, were instantly decomposed and peeled off under the green light, and gradually dissipated.

Old man Hu Xian also evaded a Gaussian decomposition beam with a nimble side roll, and before the next beam came, he swung his sword to block it!

"Biu!"

The green beam actually bounced back, stripping off a large piece of the breastplate of a Necron Immortal in the front row.

But it slowly began to heal.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the minds of Fu Qinghai and Hu Xian at the same time:

[Prepare to start a new round of reincarnation. Please choose the items within your control or the abilities you have already obtained to start assimilating as soon as possible.]

[Available options]

[Superpower: Force (Jedi Apprentice Stage)]

[Item: Squiggle Leather X1]

[Item: Underworld Scarab (severely damaged) x3]

[Item: Hall Camp's Servo Skull X1]

While rolling and dodging, Fu Qinghai kept holding on to the bag.

Compared to old man Hu Xian, who was proficient in the fourth style of swordsmanship and could use the lightsaber to counterattack from time to time, Fu Qinghai was much more embarrassed. He rolled around on the cylindrical tables in the laboratory to avoid the attacks of the immortals.

Not enough, not enough!

Fu Qinghai cried out in his heart, the remains of just three underworld scarabs were not worth the many assimilation points he had accumulated.

Fu Qinghai suddenly had an idea and hid behind the box containing the green beads.

Sure enough, the immortals who were pointing their guns at this side showed obvious hesitation.

Hehe, this contains your precious experimental data, can you bear to destroy it?

Fu Qinghai laughed inwardly.

[Countdown, 10, 9, 8...]

The world of reincarnation is already urging us.

Unexpectedly, the immortals hesitated for only a second, as if they had received some instructions, and suddenly pulled the trigger again.

Oh shit!

Fu Qinghai dodged again with another leap, and the cylindrical platform exploded behind him and disintegrated.

[5, 4, 3...]

Fu Qinghai rolled to the groove in the wall and grabbed the small pistol inside.

The Necron Immortals hesitated again.

Just now it was the experimental data, now it is the experimental results.

Maybe in their set process priority, this little pistol is ranked very high.

Fu Qinghai reached into the stasis field, and the skin and flesh on his palm were quickly peeled off by the small Tesla device wrapped around the force field, but the pale bone claws still fished the small pistol out of it.

"Bang!"

The other hand held the pistol firmly in the palm of his hand.

Now the Immortals dared not open fire even more.

[…2, 1, confirm selection, Force (Jedi Apprentice stage), Cerberus Scarab (severely damaged) x3, Hall Kemp's Servo Skull x1, Pym Ray Pistol x1]

[Begin assimilation]

The immortals and Fu Qinghai stared at each other, frozen in place.

[Assimilation Completed]

[About to enter the next reincarnation world, countdown, 10, 9, 8...]

"Ah..." A deep sigh sounded in the darkness behind the immortals.

A low Gothic voice with a rough electronic sound came from the darkness:

"Let me see which naughty little fellow has broken into my mausoleum and disturbed my deep sleep."

A single green eye lit up in the darkness, and the tall figure of a tomb technician appeared behind the immortals.

The next second, a white light flashed, and Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian disappeared together.

...

　Thanks to the rewards from three book friends: Heart of the Burning Sun, Aggressive as Fire and Striking as Thunder, and Love Rainy Days.

　　The chapter title pays tribute to an online article.

　　Hyperphase technology can actually be translated into phase technology, but I am afraid that it will be confused with the phase iron mentioned in the previous article. From now on, this type of Necrons' weapons will be collectively referred to as "hyperphase XX weapons."

　　Cubite, the Necron unit of length, is approximately equal to 45 centimeters.

(End of this chapter)