Chapter 334 Extreme Pressure

It was just dawn.

After turning a few corners and walking down a few vertical steps in the aisle where containers were stacked, Laust arrived on the deck.

The alchemist was not familiar with ships, so he thought it was some kind of cargo ship, perhaps a few hundred feet long. The ship seemed to have been manufactured in the 20th century and looked dilapidated and worn.

And around them... there was nothing. As far as the eye could see, there was only the vast sea, the sky was cloudless, and the air was sultry. A few seabirds followed their boat, occasionally stopping on the railing, preening their feathers and chirping.

On the empty deck in the middle of the freighter, some kind of religious ceremony seemed to be taking place: smoke was coming out of several tall incense burners, and something like an altar was set up at the bow.

The altar looked a little strange, but the alchemist recognized it at a glance. It was a spine, about six or seven feet long, much larger than a normal human spine.

Many people gathered near these facilities, all wearing various robes, with monster tattoos on their bodies that seemed to have become their signature features, two women and a man stood behind the altar and chanted, with the crowd occasionally joining in the harmony. They screamed and sang, their voices were harsh and creepy.

"Boring, stupid..."

Lauster leaned against the container, lazily watching the religious ceremony going on below, thinking to himself.

Lauster uses monster followers.

But he also despised monster believers.

Genius is always arrogant.

He masters alchemy from three different universes: the magical alchemy of World of Warcraft, which is similar to a kind of potion science; the Sith alchemy of Star Wars, a method of using the Force to manipulate organisms and genes; and Fullmetal Alchemy, which involves the transformation of all things and is more like a prayer technique.

Compared to those ethereal gods, Laust felt that he was more like the creator. Alchemy was God's brush. The pleasure of manipulating everything at will, playing with life, transforming matter...this was what a god should do.

It's a pity that the Pacific Rim universe is a science fiction universe. There are no basic settings such as psychic power, four elements, and crustal energy. The external forces that Laust can rely on are limited, and he can't make big news like "using the Gate of Truth to summon Khorne". He can only rely on the little force brought by the "rule infection" to pretend to be a ghost and become a monster god.

The religious ceremony of the monster believers was still going on,

and Laust was thinking about how to leave the ship later.

And what to do with the major events in the subsequent plot lines.

Now the only way the alchemist can think of, the last solution, is to contact the pioneers of the other world. As for the operation, everyone knows:

Dr. Newton once established a synaesthesia connection with the monster's secondary brain and obtained many of the monster's secrets. The price he paid was that his mind was slowly corrupted and controlled by the pioneers of the other world, and he eventually became a puppet of the aliens.

Given Laust's status in the cult and the black market, it is not difficult for him to get a Pons bridge device. Hannibal Zhou also has a reserve of monster secondary brains in his warehouse.

However, the act of connecting monsters through synaesthesia is too dangerous. For the victory of a major plot event - there is no guarantee of victory, one has to take the risk and cost of having one's mind controlled by the Pioneers. This is not something that everyone can accept, at least Laust certainly cannot accept it.

The alchemist was upset and had no idea what to do.

At this time, a strange thing happened.

Laust's attention was also drawn to it.

In front of the freighter, the waves rolled and the sea surface gradually rose, but the waves did not overturn their ship. Instead, they rose higher and higher, and there seemed to be a glittering golden light inside.

What, a monster!?

That was the only thing Lauster could think of.

Could it be... that they actually did it?

They successfully summoned a monster!

"It turns out that the devout faith of the monster believers can really summon wormholes and monsters... I underestimated you. Pacific Rim is a magical universe..."

The alchemist muttered to himself.

The group of people below also saw the changes on the sea, and they all ran around on the deck like crazy.

Then the waves receded, revealing the true face inside.

That's a real behemoth.

But it wasn't a monster.

The monster believers screamed in fear.

Because that is the "white scar".

…

The mecha hunter's head emerged from the water and walked towards them, first its chest, then its waist... getting closer and closer, higher and higher, as if walking on a staircase in the water.

Laust slowly opened his mouth.

Then, the entire freighter suddenly shook violently.

The deck began to tilt, and a large number of containers broke the steel cables that fixed them, sliding into the sea. The keel of the freighter seemed to be twisting, the metal made a sharp groan, and the side of the ship seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the sea surface, and higher and higher...

The freighter was lifted up by the "White Scar"!

In the head control cabin, the sea water slowly receded.

There were a few fluttering and jumping sea fish and a slowly wriggling conch on the metal floor.

Zofia looked depressed, and with a "puff" sound, she spat out a piece of dark green seaweed hanging from her lips.

Fu Qinghai ignored Zofia's depression. He admired the panicked men and women on the deck with a happy mood. They abandoned the various monster worship ceremonies that they were originally going to perform and fled in panic.

Then, there were even a few people who pulled out their pistols and shot in this direction, trying to stop the "White Scars", but the probability of success was like a mosquito attacking an elephant.

It's not impossible, it's just that the probability is very small.

Someone was staggering on the deck, then pulled back the waterproof cloth, revealing several anti-aircraft missile launchers being operated from behind, as if they were making a desperate attempt.

"White Scar" leaned forward, holding the bottom of the freighter steadily with one hand, and gently swept the deck with the other hand, sweeping down all the containers, launch pads and strangers on it. The freighter was like a Lego model in its hand, and a pile of debris fell from the sky into the sea.

The monster worshippers did summon the gods.

It's a pity that he is not a god of monsters.

It is the divine machine of the God of All Machines.

Titan (Mech Hunter).

The deck of the freighter became clean. "White Scar" took it in front of his head. Fu Qinghai and Zofia looked through the broken mask at Laust, who was holding a railing with one hand on the tilted deck. The sea breeze in the sky made his cloak rustle. Fu Qinghai laughed and asked loudly:

"How about it, Laust, do you accept it?"

Before the freighter entered the high seas, the pod-type booster transported the "White Scar" to the deep sea area. It only needed to wait on the path that the freighter must pass, and then walk up the slope of the continental shelf to catch the monster believers off guard.

Laust did not answer Fu Qinghai, perhaps he could not hear clearly, he just stood there, letting the sea breeze blow.

"Qingming, lock the mecha's current posture."

"Received, Master."

After giving the order, Fu Qinghai left the driver's mode and put on the Blue Shell Power Armor. The flying backpack on his back started instantly, pushing him out of the crack in the mask and leaping across a long distance to the deck of the freighter.

"Bang!"

The Space Marine landed with a bang, holding a chainsword in his left hand and a bolter in his right hand, his eyepieces were bloodshot and his aura was solemn, as he quietly stared at the alchemist in front of him.

Finally, a look of dejection appeared on Laust's face:

"I give in."

"Aren't you going to fight to the death?"

Fu Qinghai asked curiously:

"Why not use some Force-locking, Force-pushing, inertial acceleration, Force-blinding, etc?"

Most of the Force skills do not have any sound, light, or electrical special effects and are very concealed. When Darth Sidious was still Senator Sheev Palpatine, he often hid in the crowd and quietly used the Force skills to interfere with others, or even assassinate them.

The Force is really the favorite of old Yinbi.

Lauster said calmly:

"The set of 'Book of the Sith' that I compiled from the documents of past dynasties is with you, right?"

"That's right."

"You have awakened the Force before you have systematically learned Force skills, right?"

"That's right."

"Your Force perception has long been as good as mine. You learned Force skills from the Book of the Sith. You know everything I know. What's the point of a life-and-death struggle?"

Lauster asked back.

Fu Qinghai had nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, within just a few minutes, the alchemist had already gone through so much analysis and judgment in his mind.

"All right."

Fu Qinghai raised his Blue Fang and said,

"Are you ready to die?"

"No!"

Lauster raised his head and said:

"I'll make you a deal, Aoyama."

"What deal?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

The alchemist did not answer immediately, but looked at the huge pod booster behind the mecha hunter and said:

"Rocket from the second movie. So you guys know how to use monster blood, right?"

"So what?"

Fu Qinghai asked coldly.

Lauster said bluntly:

"I know how to synthesize monster blood!"

Oh?

Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows: "It can't be..."

"No, no, it has nothing to do with any alchemical methods. It is just a synthetic formula that can be directly produced."

After Lauster finished explaining, he continued:

"You are the captain of the Astartes. You will definitely build your own power in the future. Other reincarnations may not be interested in this thing, but it must be very useful to you."

I am already a regiment commander and a company commander...

Fu Qinghai thought that your news was a little delayed.

"Why do you think that the grudge between us can be resolved by a formula of monster blood?"

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

"We are all adults now. In the adult world, there is only interest, not grudges or hatred. You and I are just on different sides, and we don't have to fight to the death."

Lauster said calmly.

Fu Qinghai was no longer at the age to read martial arts novels, so the so-called "revenge" did not really give him a sense of satisfaction. And it was indeed as Laust had said, the two men were fighting because of opposing camps, so there was no personal grudge involved.

Fu Qinghai curled his lips and said:

"Maybe there is some truth to that, but... not enough."

"What's not enough?"

Laust asked knowingly.

"Nothing is enough. Since you want to talk to me about benefits, I will break it down and calculate it for you: First, you are a reincarnation from the Pioneer camp, and your reincarnation level should be high. How many assimilation points can I get if I kill you? Secondly, you are a wanted bounty target of the Zero Realm Guild. This is your third life, right? A full 5,000 assimilation points..."

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"A mere formula for synthesizing monster blood, do you think it's enough to buy your last life?"

Lauster said tangledly:

"So what do you want?"

The chainsaw sword vibrated and hummed.

Fu Qinghai casually swung his sword and began to put pressure on me:

"It doesn't matter whether I build a power or not. Monster blood is not something indispensable to me. But you, Lauster, when you die, everything is gone! You are buying your life, and you actually asked me how much your life is worth? Shouldn't you ask yourself?"

"this..."

"Artificially synthesizing monster blood, are you the only one who can do it, Lauster? To be honest, my teacher is the biological sage of the Mechanicus. I have plenty of monster blood samples, so I can make them at will. If you can synthesize it, why can't the Mechanicus? Don't you think so?"

"you..."

"If we want to settle accounts, you killed more than 300 of my crew members in the Warhammer 40K universe. Not long ago, you also killed my colleagues Dr. Newton and Dr. Herman. They are both good people! Let's be more utilitarian and calculate it based on assimilation points. How much do you plan to compensate me?"

"I..."

"This is the last reincarnation of life. It is a priceless treasure. You ask me to bid for it. No, I will not bid for it."

Fu Qinghai placed the sacred Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword across Laust's neck and said word by word:

"I want you to decide how much you are worth."

To some extent, Fu Qinghai understands Lauster.

The more people claim to be geniuses, the more they claim to be superior to others and look down on the stupid masses, the more they cherish their lives, and the less they dare to do things that are "out of anger". What is this saying "most of those who are loyal are butchers, and most of those who are unfaithful are scholars", and what is this saying "a scholar's rebellion will fail in three years"...

Lauster is not just a self-proclaimed genius.

He is indeed a genius.

He has the intelligence capital to regard other people as pigs and dogs, but this also means that he will not regard his precious life as the cheap lives of pigs and dogs to be sacrificed easily. As long as he is given a straw, he will grab it with all his might.

[You received 6000 assimilation points from other reincarnations]

Oh, here it comes.

"not enough."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"I just spent a long time calculating the accounts. Didn't you listen to a word I said? Do you want me to calculate it again?"

"This is my last assimilation point."

"How come it's an integer? Who are you trying to fool?"

[You received 3710 assimilation points from other reincarnations]

"Not enough, still not enough!"

Fu Qinghai shook his head slowly.

"These are really my last few assimilation points. I was hunted by the Zero Realm Guild, and you took away all my equipment. I was already penniless. These are what I saved up later."

Lauster said with a sad face.

"Buzz buzz buzz…"

The sharp, blurry saw blade cut off the hair on his neck.

[You received 5 reincarnation beacons from other reincarnationists]

"Look, isn't this still there?"

Fu Qinghai said with a smile.

All the reincarnation props were squeezed out by him.

"continue."

Keep applying pressure, apply pressure to the extreme.

[You received 2 flip hands from other reincarnations]

[You received a World Anchor X1 from another reincarnation]

The proud and conceited alchemist had completely lost his spirit. He slumped down on the deck and said weakly,

"I'll give you the formula for synthesizing monster blood, and you promise to let me go. Okay?"

Fu Qinghai put away his chainsaw sword and asked,

"Why are you so sure that I will keep my promise?"

Lauster raised his head and said seriously:

"I saw the comments on the Samsara forum. They all said that although you are greedy, you are very trustworthy."

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"You are the last life, Laoster. Even if I kill you now, God, the earth, you and I will know it. It will not affect my reputation. Besides, I don't care about that thing."

Lauster said dejectedly:

"You're right, go ahead."

Fu Qinghai suddenly changed his tone and prompted:

"I said, you haven't given me your most precious thing yet? Have you forgotten your 'Laust Formula'?"

Chen Xinlu once explained to Fu Qinghai the so-called "Laust's Formula" of the number one alchemist in the reincarnation world:

use the product of Fullmetal Alchemy to pray → lose part of the limbs and soul according to the principle of equivalent exchange → install mechanical prostheses → the flesh and blood curse re-endows the mechanical prostheses with flesh and blood and soul.

Lauster was stunned and said:

"The Curse of Flesh and Blood is a void magic that I learned after going through untold hardships in the prison of the Ancient Gods. I can't teach you, and you can't use it either."

Fu Qinghai said seriously:

"There is always a way, isn't it? No matter what means or methods you use, as long as you give me the blood and flesh curse, I promise to let you live."

"You said it yourself, you don't care about reputation."

Lauster said.

"But you don't have a choice, do you?"

Fu Qinghai said calmly.

In the distance, the PPDC helicopter fleet has arrived.

Jiang Yixia was sitting on the side of the cabin.

An alchemist cannot fly even if he has wings.

He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. After a mental struggle, he seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his hand and grabbed his neck, tearing off his skin. The bloody skin was torn down along his chest, and the bright red muscle tissue was oozing red blood and yellow tissue fluid...

Lauster took a breath and said:

"I have solidified the Curse of Flesh into my skin as a void spell, and made a scroll that can cast the Curse of Flesh three times in total. Only spellcasters, or what you call psykers in your Warhammer 40K universe, can cast it. If you let me go, we can write off our relationship. How about that?"

Fu Qinghai nodded:

"Okay."

......

In the end, Fu Qinghai kept his promise.

The alchemist left alone, his body covered in wounds from self-inflicted injuries and overdraft spellcasting.

Fu Qinghai looked at his departing back.

Thinking silently in my heart.

Laust is undoubtedly a guy who is very capable of causing trouble. He can be called a terrorist in the reincarnation world. He has everything including intelligence, understanding, and scheming. If you put him in a universe with magic settings, he will definitely turn the whole world upside down.

Fu Qinghai also thought about whether he should turn his back on his promise.

But in the end they let him go.

"The body of the monster 'Abomination'. I remember it was the most intact one. I told PPDC to keep it well. Where is the body now?"

In the helicopter, Fu Qinghai turned his head and asked.

A staff member replied,

"Doctor, the body has been stored in the Xiangjiang base and has been preserved intact according to your requirements."

"very good."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said,

"Prepare to launch the nuclear attack wormhole plan!"

......

　Thanks to book friend Wuxin Zhengfeng for the reward.

(End of this chapter)