Chapter 162 What is the Essence of Stealing

Soaring into the sky, with boundless power.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian rushed out of the crack in the tomb world and returned to the ground. The flying backpack engine was fully powered, and they rushed to a height of several hundred meters in one breath, dragging a long wake. Fu Qinghai looked down by the way.

It was a terrifying sight.

This surface with exposed black stone has been covered by densely packed Orcs.

It was like a green pus that was constantly wriggling on the ground.

Fu Qinghai looked into the distance and saw a giant Skug beast crawling on the top of a hill not far away. On the beast's back was a wooden saddle decorated with feathers and bones, and on it sat a three-meter-tall giant Ork.

It had well-developed muscles, protruding fangs, and its face and body were covered with criss-crossing scars. Its bloodthirsty red eyes were fixed on Fu Qinghai high in the sky.

Fu Qinghai gave it a middle finger, turned around and flew away in the air.

Fu Qinghai didn't know what consequences would be caused when the Orks on the planet discovered the tomb world of the Necrons.

There are cases for reference.

In the original novel, an Ork group called the Deathskull Clan launched an intergalactic Orc expedition called "Waaagh of Zot!", attempting to plunder the ancient treasures of a Necron Tomb World. The Orc army triggered the planet's rebirth protocol, and tens of thousands of underworld constructs surrounded the greenskin invaders, but the Orcs were not frightened, but very happy.

The orcs smashed, looted and burned at will. Technician Boy and Pain Boy used the wreckage of the Necron creations they picked up to create a kind of biochemically modified orcs made of living metal and green flesh and blood - the Cyber ​​Orcs. They also pieced together batches of Mao Ge Kong and Go Ge Kong, as well as increasingly outrageous super weapons. They even hijacked the Necron Tombstone Gate to transport wave after wave of reinforcements.

Therefore, the blockade of the Orc technology tree means that they cannot pick up any scraps.

Without scraps and battles, the orcs would become technologically degraded and physically weaker.

In the real-time strategy game "Warhammer 40K: Dawn of War" developed with Warhammer 40K as the background, there is a similar setting. The resource unit "junk" left after the battle has a high bonus for the Orc camp.

Fu Qinghai once saw such an experimental record in Master Quinto's experimental log:

The Mechanicus captured an orc boy of normal size, more than two meters tall, and imprisoned him alone. They fed him delicious food every day, but did not allow him to fight. As a result, after a period of time, the orc boy gradually became decadent and listless, and his body began to shrink, becoming short and thin.

Fu Qinghai analyzed and recalled in his mind, turned on the cruise mode of the flying backpack and flew away, holding the old man Hu Xian in his hand. The howling wind in the sky blew the old man's beard so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

Fu Qinghai didn't fly for long before he felt he was far enough away from the entrance to the rift in the tomb world, so he looked for a place to land slowly.

A place like a flat-topped mountain with lush trees and a wide view at the top of the mountain.

The old man straightened his messy beard, smoothed his robe, and said to Fu Qinghai:

"It can be seen that you gained a lot in the last reincarnation world."

At this time, Fu Qinghai's weapon belt around his waist was filled with a wide variety of weapons and equipment.

Some Space Marines look like this, with their weapon belts full of various firearms, like those firepower fanatics who want to carry ten guns on their backs. Whoever changes the magazine is a grandson. After finishing one gun, they will immediately pick up another one and shoot.

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet and laughed:

"I am afraid of being poor. I can't compare with you, who are so free and unrestrained."

Old man Hu Xian laughed:

"Are you mocking me for not gaining anything in the last reincarnation world?"

Fu Qinghai also laughed and said:

"I would never laugh at a Lv.7 Reincarnator, no matter who I am laughing at."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai found a large rock covered with lichen and moss and sat down. Old man Hu Xian also sat cross-legged on the grass.

Fu Qinghai knew the mentality of old man Hu Xian. As an old man in his fifties, he had experienced so much in the first half of his life. His desire for pursuing powerful strength had become very weak. He continued to reincarnate only to fulfill his obsession. In the world of reincarnation, it was normal for him to come empty-handed and leave empty-handed.

The old man scratched his chin and asked:

"You arranged this move to divert the trouble and set two tigers fighting. Have you ever thought about the final outcome? Who will be the winner?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"It's hard to say."

Fu Qinghai then told old man Hu Xian all his understanding and opinions about the Orcs, and said:

"We have to consider that the Orks on this planet are backward and barbaric orcs. I don't know how long it will take for them to come up with a technological breakthrough by studying the scraps of the Necrons. It may take a long time."

"If it was a normal-level Necron Dynasty, let alone the Savage Orcs on a planet, even if it was an entire galaxy, they would be wiped out for you to see. But we also have to consider that this Tomb World is not the crown world of the Necron Dynasty, it should be on the edge."

The Tomb Worlds of the Necrons can be roughly divided into three types: Crown World: the former capital of the Necron forces; Core World: second only to the Crown World in importance; Rim World: poor and remote colonies.

Fu Qinghai's meaning was very clear. No matter whether it was the Orks or the Necrons on this planet, they were all the weaker ones in their respective systems. It was difficult for Fu Qinghai to predict what the final outcome would be when they were fighting each other.

"It takes time for the Orks to think about and develop technology. If the Necromancer has enough troops and can awaken them all, I think the Necrons will win in the short term. I am more optimistic about the Necrons."

Fu Qinghai expressed his conclusion.

"So," old man Hu Xian asked seriously:

"Have you thought about how to get out of here?"

"Ah..." Upon hearing this question, Fu Qinghai couldn't help showing a headache. He raised his head and lay on the rock, sighing helplessly:

"To be honest, I don't know."

Fu Qinghai also had a headache. He had returned, but he was still trapped on this wild alien planet. What should he do?

Old man Hu Xian didn't take it seriously and said with a smile,

"It's okay, just wait and see, there will always be a way."

Hearing what old man Hu Xian said, Fu Qinghai did not take it as the old man's casual consolation and comfort, but turned over and sat up from the rock, and asked seriously:

"What do you mean, uncle, is this a prophecy given to you by the Force?"

Old man Hu Xian smiled and shook his head:

"What are you thinking about? Force prophecy only works in a universe full of the Force. The scope of the Force in this universe depends on the scope of the rules. So, don't be superstitious about the Force, and don't become a slave to the Force."

This is a fact. In fact, whether it is the high-end Force throat lock or the down-to-earth Force fishing, the premise for its implementation is that the Force permeates the entire universe, including the enemy's neck and the fish in the lake.

Why can old man Hu Xian, who only carries the Force himself, use the Force to communicate between heaven and earth in the Warhammer 40K universe where there is no Force?

Fu Qinghai felt that this sentence contained some underlying rules of the reincarnation world, and he quickly asked,

"What determines the scope of the rules?"

Hu Xian's old face with wrinkles and ravines showed a mysterious smile, and he kept the secret and said,

"You have experienced so many reincarnation worlds. Can't you guess what the reincarnators deal with every day?"

The things that the reincarnators deal with every day...

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself, and suddenly reacted:

"Assimilation points!"

"That's right." Old man Hu Xian stroked his beard and nodded, saying:

"Have you ever thought about this question? Why are assimilation points called assimilation points? Why not call them data points, reincarnation points, or simply credit points like the Galactic Republic in Star Wars?"

"Because the assimilation points you pay are paying for the infection of the rules."

Pay for the invasion of rules and assimilate rules that do not originally belong to this universe into the rules of this universe.

"So that's it, so that's it..." Fu Qinghai nodded slowly.

The Force, chakra, spiritual energy of heaven and earth, magical elements, magic web, subspace... one after another, the worldview rules belonging to different universes flashed through Fu Qinghai's mind.

The scope of the rule infection depends on how many assimilation points the reincarnator pays for this rule.

Fu Qinghai looked at the simple and plain brown robe on old man Hu Xian.

I think that old man Hu Xian's force power in the Warhammer 40K universe is so strong that he must have paid a huge amount of assimilation points for it.

Suddenly, he thought of something and asked,

"Master, why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?"

Old man Hu Xian smiled and said:

"If you don't ask, how can I know that you don't understand?"

Fu Qinghai rolled his eyes.

"Besides..." Old man Hu Xian continued:

"Will knowing this make you stronger or help you get out of your current predicament?"

"well."

Fu Qinghai lay down helplessly: "No."

In the woods, birds are singing and insects are chirping, and the sunlight is like strands of golden sand, passing through layers of branches and leaves and falling on the grass.

The mottled shadows of the leaves were reflected in Fu Qinghai's dark eyes.

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

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At night, the moon was high in the sky, and luminous insects similar to fireflies were dancing in the dark jungle. Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian sat opposite each other on the grass across a bonfire.

There was an unknown four-winged bird on the campfire, and Fu Qinghai was about to show off his half-baked barbecue skills.

They were leisurely rotating the skewers when suddenly, two people stopped moving at the same time, drew their weapons with a clatter, stood up and looked towards a dark direction.

"Click!" Fu Qinghai loaded the grenade launcher with the bolt.

"Buzz!" A green lightsaber lit up in old man Hu Xian's hand.

A faint green light lit up, and a ghost of a ghost worker floating in the air, dragging a long spiked iron tail, came out from the dense bushes.

What are you doing here? Are you here to die?

Fu Qinghai frowned slightly, puzzled.

The ghost of the underworld worker slowly rolled up his long tail and held it in front of him. In the middle of the iron tail was coiled a green round bead, which was a holographic emerald.

A holographic projection bloomed from the green bead. It was the bust of the Tomb Technician. His expressionless metal skull face swept across the two people present and spoke:

"Human, I'm here to negotiate a deal with you."

"What deal?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

In the holographic projection, the Tomb Technician slowly said,

"I have repelled the attack of the orcs, but I know they will come back. Their war boss is not dead. The second, third, and fourth 'Waaagh' will be launched soon. I need time to completely purify my tomb world and completely repair the rift. I don't want to face the continuous harassment of the orcs. If you help me find their war boss and kill it, I will give you a reward."

Oh?

Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghai asked with some anticipation:

"What reward?"

"I acknowledge your right to the fruits of my research, that is, the pistol."

What?

Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghai's head was full of question marks. He spread his hands in disbelief and said,

"...You're using something I've already obtained to trade with me, and you call it a 'reward'?"

A trace of human anger suddenly appeared on the cold metal skull face of the tomb technician. He said angrily:

"What else do you want? You ran into my tomb world to steal things, which is a shameful act. Now that the master is willing to acknowledge your possession of the stolen goods, it is already a great favor. Don't push your luck!"

What does it mean to steal?

The Necron Overlord of the Nihilak Dynasty, the famous King of Figures, Tarasim the Infinite, once said:

"Is taking things from a dead person called stealing? That's called archaeology."

Kong Yiji, a famous ancient Chinese character research expert in the ancient Terra 1.8K era, also said:

"How can the work of scholars be called stealing?"

Aren't you Necrons just a bunch of dead people to humans? It's true that I, Fu Qinghai, am also an educated person.

Fu Qinghai felt that during the long period of hibernation, something must have gone wrong with the brain of this Necromancer. He raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the body of the Ghost Worker, and said:

"Come on, bye."

Fu Qinghai put his finger on the trigger and thought: I got another corpse of a ghost for nothing.

"Wait a moment!"

The Tomb Technician shouted. He was silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said,

"State your terms, human."

Fu Qinghai put down his gun and thought that even if he had a problem with his brain, he still had to negotiate the terms. After all, his greatest hope of leaving here might lie with the Necrons.

Fu Qinghai said:

"I want to leave here. Give me a Night Scythe."

Fu Qinghai had seen crescent-shaped aircraft on the abstract murals of the valley ruins. They were very classic Necron aircraft style, either the Scythe of Doom or the Scythe of Night.

The Tomb Technician said:

"You want to leave on the Night Scythe? With all due respect, human, your flesh and blood bodies simply cannot withstand the speed of an inertia-free engine. When the inertia is neutralized, your bodies will be torn to pieces."

Generally speaking, only the Necrons can control the Necrons' aircraft, because when the Necrons' aircraft were first designed, they did not take into account the feelings of living things inside at all, such as oxygen supply, pressure compensation, nothing at all.

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"I am not going to ride the Night Scythe. I want you to send the Night Scythe to open a wormhole in the human empire, and then I will pass through the wormhole."

"You also know that the Night Scythe can capture wormholes?"

The Necromancer's surprise was palpable.

The Night Scythe is the most commonly used transport aircraft of the Necrons. Unlike the Stormbird landing craft of the Human Empire or the Vampire Raiders of the Eldar, the Night Scythe only has a pilot and no transport cabin.

It carries a captured small wormhole, opens the wormhole where it is needed, and then quickly deploys the undead troops ready for action in the tomb world to any place they are needed through the small wormhole. Even if the Night Scythe is shot down, it will not affect the safety of the transported troops.

A more advanced mode of transport than cabin loading.

Fu Qinghai nodded. This was the most feasible option he thought of after careful consideration.

Unexpectedly, the tomb technician directly refused:

"The last Night Scythe left here nine hundred years ago. Unfortunately, I don't have what you want."

Left? Fu Qinghai frowned, not very satisfied with this answer.

The Tomb Technician added:

"Think about it, if I really had the Night Scythe, would I still need you to kill the Ork War Boss?"

That's true. The Night Scythe transport aircraft is a variant of the Doomsday Scythe interceptor. It is also equipped with a Tesla Destroyer and a Neural Tearing Drive. It is incredibly fast and has decent combat power. One Night Scythe is enough to sweep the entire wild alien planet.

The Necromancers are so poor that they have to rely on Immortals to keep up appearances, and they probably don't have Scythe of Night.

Seeing Fu Qinghai's impatience, the tomb technician quickly said,

"If you want to leave here, there are other ways."

"What is the solution?"

"Deep in my tomb world, there is a tombstone door."

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　After the drinking party, I was tired and sleepy, but I just kept typing

(End of this chapter)