Chapter 167: Senior Brother, Master is Missing

The bubble membrane that was emitting a faint fluorescent light in front of my eyes suddenly changed.

The screen went black instantly.

"Bang! Crackling..."

Fu Qinghai plunged headfirst onto the hard ground, sparks flying from the friction between his helmet and the ground. Although Fu Qinghai had turned off the plasma propulsion, turned off the jet turbofan, and folded the short wings the moment he passed through the tombstone gate, the speed at which he rushed out of the webway still caused him to plow a shallow pit on the ground.

Then with a "splash", half of Fu Qinghai's body dived into the water.

Fu Qinghai quickly propped himself up and checked his surroundings.

It was pitch black all around, with only a few dim lights in the distance. The visual compensation of the eyepiece + the visual control organ behind the eyeball made adjustments instantly, allowing Fu Qinghai to take in the surrounding environment.

It was like the sewer of a giant city, with several towering pillars standing here. The tops of the pillars were invisible darkness, and the bases of the pillars were buried among the dirty and dilapidated ruins.

Looking into the distance, the ground was covered by dozens of large and small flooded areas. On the ruins slightly rising above the water, there were some simple man-made buildings. The dim lights emitted from there reflected on the dark water, causing undercurrents to surge beneath the water.

Although Fu Qinghai had never been here, this familiar style of painting vaguely evoked the childhood memories that the reincarnation world gave him when he first entered the Warhammer 40K universe.

Hive?

Fu Qinghai stood up from the puddle, with dirty water dripping down his body. He first checked his weapons, equipment and trophies, all of which were intact.

At this moment, Fu Qinghai suddenly realized a problem, turned around and looked around, and said:

"Uncle, uncle? Uncle... Shit, where is my master?"

Old man Hu Xian is missing!

Fu Qinghai quickly pulled his legs out of the puddle, walked to the shore, and looked around for him.

The dark environment did not affect Fu Qinghai's vision. He searched the surroundings thoroughly but did not find any trace of old man Hu Xian, not even the corner of his tattered brown robe.

Fu Qinghai stood there in a daze.

Two people clearly entered the dim fluorescent bubble together, so how come only one person was left when they came out?

Fu Qinghai quickly walked towards the direction where he fell out, wanting to see where he fell out from.

Fu Qinghai climbed to the top of the ruins using his hands and feet, and came to the base of a pillar. He looked around, but did not find any structure like a portal. Looking up, the upper half of the giant pillar was submerged in endless darkness, like a towering tower, the kind that would make people with gigantic fear have their heartbeats speed up instantly.

In the middle of the giant pillar, there is an inconspicuous black area, which is different from the surrounding black and is slightly darker.

But in Astarte's vision, the black spot was very obvious. Fu Qinghai raised his head, and the huge turbofan behind him started up. He jumped up a long way and reached a height of several hundred meters. A square stone chamber hollowed out from the middle of a giant pillar appeared in front of him.

The turbofan stopped and the magnetic sole fell gently to the ground.

Looking back, he found that he was standing on a hidden platform, at least 600 meters away from the ruins below. It seemed to be a hole carved out of an endless huge wall.

Fu Qinghai turned around and started searching the cave.

In the small space, there were piles of garbage, some empty bottles and jars, some ashes and powder from burning. On the chalk wall were engraved a bunch of weird symbols and winding and twisted carvings, which gave off an ominous feeling of magic and witchcraft.

I came out from here?

Fu Qinghai looked puzzled.

Why are the exit and entrance of this tombstone gate completely different?

Is there something wrong with the path pointed by the Star God fragment?

Ah!

Fu Qinghai suddenly realized and thought to himself that he was stupid.

The Tombstone Gate was created by the Necrons. If Fu Qinghai went in and came out from another Tombstone Gate, wouldn't he be back in another Necrons territory? Wouldn't that be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth and escaping in vain?

Therefore, the exit indicated by the Star God fragment was not another tombstone door at all, but perhaps a webway node.

But why did the old man disappear inexplicably? Fu Qinghai was puzzled.

Fu Qinghai had seen a saying that the Tombstone Gate was equivalent to drilling a hole in the webway compared to the Eldar's proper webway entrance, so the Tombstone Gate was very unstable. Not only did it require a quick pass through, it was also likely to collapse at any time... However, two people went in and only one came out, so how could that be possible?

Fu Qinghai frowned, looked around, and his expression looked a little ugly.

What the hell is this... Fu Qinghai cursed in his heart.

He was not upset that the big thick legs he was holding were gone, he was worried about his master, who had been teleported to an unknown place via the webway.

Originally, old man Hu Xian returned to the Warhammer 40K universe because he was worried about me and came back to be my thug and keep things under control, but now he is lost.

The old man was a Lv.7 reincarnationist, and he had seen many storms and waves in the reincarnation world, so he should be able to protect himself. However, Fu Qinghai felt that... he owed something.

Although he didn't say it, Fu Qinghai was not the kind of ungrateful person who took all gifts for granted. Fu Qinghai once secretly vowed to help old man Hu Xian fulfill his obsession, but he had no idea how to do it.

The problem raised by old man Hu Xian is too high-level, too abstract, and too metaphysical. It cannot be solved simply by adding more gun barrels, increasing the caliber, or doubling the amount of gunpowder.

"ha..."

Fu Qinghai put his hands on his hips, gritted his teeth, and sighed.

Fu Qinghai shook his head, temporarily suppressing his worries about the old man and focusing on dealing with the situation at hand.

Preliminary judgment is that this shabby yet familiar painting style means that this is most likely the bottom floor of a certain hive city.

Fu Qinghai stroked the dents on the wall. He realized that the holes in the giant pillars, the traces of magic, the nodes of the web... all these suggested that this place was not simple. He had to take a closer look.

Fu Qinghai squatted down, took off his helmet, picked up some unburned ash on the ground, rubbed it on his fingertips, and took a light sniff under his nose.

Lajoye.

There was no need for taste detection nerves to make judgments; the smell deep in his memory told him the answer directly.

A common recreational tobacco in the human empire, smoked by crew members in expedition fleets. It has similar anesthetic effects to marijuana, but is more addictive and can be classified as a soft drug.

The presence of Lajoye means someone is smoking here? It means nothing.

Fu Qinghai noticed a strange light flashing in the corner of his eye. He turned around, picked up a small piece of broken glass, and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

It's just a piece of glass, nothing magical about it.

Fu Qinghai's mind moved, and the armor plate on the outside of the breastplate automatically opened, revealing a small light, and the white light shone on the glass in his hand.

Suddenly, a strange, evil, and constantly changing picture appeared on the glass:

The trees were twisted and rotten, and clusters of moldy black fungi grew on them. The fungi swelled and opened their umbrellas, revealing a string of rotten human heads hanging below. Their hollow eye sockets stared straight at Fu Qinghai, and their lower jaws opened automatically, emitting a silent cry...

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

"Depend on!"

Fu Qinghai threw the glass away, and the broken glass hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Reflective sheet.

This is a reflector!

Reflectors are essentially broken glass, but for various reasons, perhaps a ship lost in the warp, or perhaps a galaxy close to a weak spot in the reality veil, in short, these pieces of glass have been soaked in chaos energy for decades and are completely contaminated, saturated with psychic energy and highly addictive. When the user observes these things, he will briefly see scenes from the chaos realm, triggering his emotions between wonderful excitement and extreme fear.

It is said that some reflectors even harbor the souls of Chaos Demons.

Fu Qinghai looked at the broken glass on the ground with a look of surprise and doubt.

In reality, drugs can be roughly divided into three categories: tranquilizers, such as morphine; stimulants, such as ecstasy; and hallucinogens, such as LSD.

The reflective film in the Warhammer 40K universe probably falls into the category of hallucinogens, but its hallucinogenic principle is the warp psionic energy.

Smoking Lajoye is nothing. Lajoye is even a special military supply in some mortal auxiliary troops with poor morale and discipline. But if someone smokes the reflective film here, the nature of the matter is different. This is a heresy...

Fu Qinghai stood up, his eyes looking somewhat solemn.

Considering the runes on the wall, this hole might be a gathering place for some cultists. And considering the tombstone gate and the webway node...

Fu Qinghai looked at the pile of garbage on the ground, squatted down again, picked up a pinch of green powder, put it to his mouth, and slowly stretched out his tongue to taste it.

There was a "boom" in his mind, Fu Qinghai's pupils shrank, and he spat out green saliva with a "Pooh" sound.

After seeing the reflective film, Fu Qinghai was no longer surprised by the appearance of this thing.

Necromancer.

It is also a hallucinogen produced in the Necromunda hive.

In the Necromonda bottom nest, mountains of rotten food that have piled up over thousands of years have produced a green powder under the action of mutated fungi. Drinking it will give people pleasure and hallucinations. It is a highly potent and addictive dangerous drug that is strictly prohibited by the Empire. However, many upper nest nobles and lower nest civilians are addicted to the pleasure of this drug.

Legend has it that drinking too much of the elixir of death can directly open the channel between the drinker's soul and body. If his soul is strong enough, it can absorb the power of the subspace. The relatively weak soul will be directly sucked away and become an empty shell like a walking corpse.

In other words, for spellcasters in the Warhammer 40K universe, necromancy potion is, in a sense, also a tonic.

There is a dead spirit potion, is this the Necromunda Hive?

Fu Qinghai judged in his mind.

The hive world of Necromunda may not be very famous in the human empire, but it is quite famous in the Warhammer 40K fan circle because there are RPG games and role-playing books based on it.

Spellcaster + cultist = illegal psyker... there are more and more elements.

Until Fu Qinghai reached out and pushed aside a pile of garbage and saw a small card underneath.

Fu Qinghai picked up the card, on which was written in crooked, childish Low Gothic:

"Mona, and sister Lucy, stay together forever!"

There is also a heart and a smiley face drawn below.

"Hold..."

Looking at the card, Fu Qinghai fell silent.

Painful past events and memories suddenly came to my mind.

Schwerin hive.

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　Thanks to Tianshi Feiren, book friend 2017*2321, Wuxin Zhengfeng, Yujing, reader 1421*8849, and several book friends for their rewards. I tried to update the book more frequently but failed. Alas, I am so weak.

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