Chapter 627 Bond!

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 fog, with a hard and hazy material beneath him.

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

Webway.

Of course Fu Qinghai recognized this place.

Am I in the web channel now?

When did I enter the Webway?

Fu Qinghai was completely confused.

"Valak, Gaja, Pazuzu..."

Fu Qinghai called out to each demon one by one:

"What happened during the time I was unconscious?"

His last memory was when the warp engine of the Spirit of Vengeance exploded, creating a warp rift that sucked him into the warp. He had no recollection of what happened afterwards.

"Qingshan, you are finally awake."

Valak quickly said,

"The crystal statue turned into an angel."

"Brother Qingshan, the Lun family is afraid."

Mimiko said with tears in her eyes:

"That golden ghost is so scary."

Several demons started explaining at once.

"Sanguinius!?"

After hearing the demons' explanation, Fu Qinghai was stunned: The crystal statue was resurrected? Does that mean Sanguinius is also resurrected? Where is he now?

"He left after sending you here."

Valak answered his doubts:

"Turned around and disappeared into the warp."

"What does this mean?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and muttered to himself in deep thought.

I don't understand what Sanguinius wants to do.

"Never mind, let's see where this place is."

Fu Qinghai took out the "Infernal Affairs Network Map" from the white briefcase and opened the thick human-skin book. Unfortunately, the "Infernal Affairs Network Map" only had a navigation function but no positioning function. Fu Qinghai still didn't know where he was, but his destination was very clear.

"Where are we going, Aoyama?"

Valak asked.

"go home."

Fu Qinghai said without hesitation.

"We have achieved our goal. Yinyun Klias is dead, and the subspace storm should dissipate. We will return to the Marcus Wang Star Region and return to our home world."

Fu Qinghai flipped through the "Infernal Affairs Network Map" without looking up, looking at the complex routes outlined by capillaries. He memorized these spider-web-like veins without any memory points after just one look. Closing the book with a "snap", Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and prepared to set off.

Then he suddenly realized a problem:

where is the means of transportation?

"Fuck, my Blue Falcon!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly remembered that his exquisite jetbike was still on the Eternal Expedition. This was really a pity for Groxmon. The Blue Falcon was not a mass-produced product. The jetbike was of extraordinary significance. It was not only a set of gifts given to him by the original gene: a jetbike and a power Guandao, but also a three-gram anti-gravity metal spear added in the later modification.

Lost a beloved motorcycle.

Qingshan Khan's heart is bleeding.

"Hua La, Hu Hu——"

Fu Qinghai flapped his bat wings and floated in the air.

The flying speed of the Ghost Armor is not slow, but it is still a little behind the jet motorcycle. The Metal Batwing does not fly in a flapping mode, but uses a supernatural psychic force to propel it. The flying speed does not depend on the output power of the power backpack but on the eight demons in the armor.

"How long can we fly?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"A long, long time."

Valak smiled evilly and replied,

"If you can catch some demons, the armor can fly faster. It all depends on you, Qingshan."

"That's good."

Fu Qinghai nodded and flapped his wings to fly away.

A circle of white mist blew up in the webpath.

…

The tunnel was tortuous and narrow, only enough for one person to pass through. The branch of the webway twitched in a sudden wriggling movement, and Fu Qinghai could not help but stop flying and looked down at the non-material intermediate realm under his feet, which was bumping and undulating for some unknown reason. He saw a tiny, glittering crack hidden in the thick fog, extending along the narrow tunnel.

It was obvious that this section of the webway was damaged.

Fu Qinghai slowly lowered his altitude and fell towards this narrow crack. During the descent, he began to hear a whisper in his ears, like a feather gently tickling his earlobe. He could feel a Chaos Demon pressing its body against the wall, whispering words of self-destruction, luring every traveler who passed by this webway.

Fu Qinghai seemed like he was possessed.

It floated stiffly in the air and fell straight down.

The sound of the mumbling became clearer and clearer.

Until Fu Qinghai got close enough.

The whispers suddenly turned into screams of terror:

"It's you!"

It's me? What does that mean?

Fu Qinghai thought to himself, but the bat wings behind him suddenly began to flap violently, pushing him to fly quickly towards the crack. However, it was too late. The scream in his ears was moving away quickly, accompanied by curses:

"Go away, get away from me!"

Fu Qinghai bumped into the inner wall of the netway, leaning his body with his helmet pressed against the crack, and immersing his entire arm in the glittering crack, stretching out his claws to dig. However, the crack was empty, and he dug for a long time but found nothing.

The Chaos Demon ran away.

"well..."

Fu Qinghai sighed regretfully and withdrew his arm.

It's true that people are afraid of becoming famous just like pigs are afraid of getting fat.

All I could do was continue flapping my wings along the tunnel.

…

Finally, after a long journey.

Fu Qinghai arrived at his destination.

In a bright silhouette, Fu Qinghai left the webway, and carefully put the slightly hot spirit bone amulet in his hand into the suitcase. The spirit bone amulet given to him by Shalamander was the key to his opening the webway door. Then, Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked around.

He was stunned at the first sight.

This is not the hive world of Schwerin.

This scene was completely different from what he remembered. The imagined bottom floor of the hive, the towering chalk pillars, the extensive sewage pipes, and the Space Marines and the Servants stationed here... were all gone. If it weren't for the fact that the hall in front of him was not consistent with the bottom nest, Fu Qinghai would even suspect that the Schwerin hive was occupied by the enemy.

"Where is this?"

Fu Qinghai frowned and muttered to himself.

He walked slowly down from the center of a high platform. The empty hall in front of him was made up of lifeless stone and bronze panels. The statues near the ceiling were covered with dust and looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

Fu Qinghai walked down the stairs and looked around. His black iron boots stirred up a large cloud of dust. Three or four dim iron lanterns hung overhead, and tall, cracked statues of saints loomed in the darkness, with expressions of pain or pride 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 answer.

Is the "Infernal Affairs Network Map" wrong?

This was Fu Qinghai's first reaction.

Navigated him to this strange place.

So the "Infernal Affairs Network Map" can also be wrong?

Fu Qinghai came to a heavy iron door that was rusted as red as blood - no matter where this place was, it should have been abandoned for a long time. He raised one hand and pushed open the creaking iron door with a little force, and walked into another hall: wooden tables and chairs were arranged in a steep echelon along the stairs all the way down, and the iron shelves were filled with burning white candles, and a series of incandescent lamps were hung above the head.

A kind of Gothic religious seriousness and decadence.

Fu Qinghai felt the scene looked familiar.

"Qingshan, I smell it."

Pazuzu suddenly spoke up.

"What do you smell?"

Fu Qinghai asked as he looked down at the hall.

"A very strong human scent."

Pazuzu sucked greedily:

"There used to be many people here, numb and stupid, like a group of walking corpses, living on so-called faith... Do you know, Qingshan, I was once called the 'Anti-Christ' by the Semitic fools, and I was disgusted that I destroyed all religious beliefs of a single god. This place makes me feel familiar."

Fu Qinghai ignored the ancient Assyrian demon Pazuzu's mumbling. The place was in chaos, with parchment fragments, old data blocks and biological plastination specimens scattered everywhere, buried in the dust. He squatted down, picked up a piece of paper and turned it over. On the back of the paper was written:

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

The content of the handwriting behind is already blurred.

Holy Terra? Could this be Holy Terra?

Fu Qinghai was filled with surprise and doubt, wondering how the "Infernal Affairs Map" led me to the capital. My destination was the Schwerin Hive. It was so wrong.

Fu Qinghai knew that there was a Webway Gate on Terra, and that this Webway Gate was very close to the Imperial Palace, and was said to be in an abandoned area in the Hive. During the Beast War, a group of Harlequin Eldar came to Terra and sneaked into the Imperial Palace through this Webway Gate. After they killed many Custodians and were captured, they claimed that they came here only to deliver a kind reminder: to remind humans to never forget the threat of Chaos.

Highlight one inexplicably.

In short, no matter what that group of clown Eldar wanted to do, it was a certain fact that there was a Webway Gate near the Terra Palace. Now Fu Qinghai suspected that he might have activated this Webway Gate in advance and traveled across half of the galaxy through the Webway to reach Holy Terra.

But the question is, why come to Terra?

Looking at the stepped hall in front of him, Fu Qinghai thought of the "human smell" that Pazuzu had just mentioned. After thinking for a moment, he did not continue to move forward but turned back through the rusty iron door and returned to the abandoned dusty hall.

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

Fu Qinghai raised his right arm, and the nano-metal on the arm armor gathered and accumulated to form a raised square device - the Invisible Boy, the same model as Sartre Fran. Fu Qinghai tapped the Invisible Boy with his other finger, and a burst of optical camouflage flashed over his entire body, and his figure gradually became transparent and faded.

Fu Qinghai only activated the invisible boy's optical invisibility, and did not apply the oil secretion of the Kroot people to shield thermal radiation - that thing smells too strong, you can smell it if you get close. Then he turned to the ghost armor and said:

"Watch this place."

The Goblin Armor stood there and nodded.

After instructing the ghost armor to guard the gate of the webway, Fu Qinghai walked out of the rusty red iron gate again, walked down the stairs and finally saw people - dozens of people huddled together behind wooden desks. They had the Mediterranean ring-shaped hairstyle of medieval monks, staring dull eyes at the biochemical parchment in front of them, holding mechanical feather pens in their hands, and were concentrating on copying. From time to time, they looked up at the colorful composite glass dome above their heads, and then continued to concentrate on writing.

Scribe for the Ministry of the Interior.

Fu Qinghai recognized their identities.

Fu Qinghai walked slowly past them, a breeze stirred their scattered papers, but this group of mechanical and numb scribes still didn't notice it at all - optical invisibility would cause a blurry effect if you looked closer, but they were still concentrating on writing like a group of typing robots.

A scribe writing seems tired.

He looked up at the ceiling again.

Fu Qinghai followed his gaze and looked upwards.

Stained glass pieces together the image of the Emperor.

State religion seems to have gained ground.

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

Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Industrial World Kaminsky..."

"Summary of Tithe Collection..."

It's all just mundane, redundant information.

But the last line of the signature reads:

"Time: 1.017.090.M31."

This was seven hundred years ago!

I have returned to seven hundred years ago!

Fu Qinghai stared at the scribe in a daze.

My brain is a little confused.

Looking away from this scribe, he quietly looked at the documents of several other scribes to confirm that the date did not refer to the past but was a current timestamp.

What's going on?

Fu Qinghai returned to the abandoned dusty hall almost in a trance. He stood in front of the gate of the webway and took out the "Wu Jian Webway Map" again and opened it to read. Unfortunately, this is not the webway, without the nourishment of that mysterious radiation energy, the "Wu Jian Webway Map" is just a book without words.

"Qingshan, your webpath map is correct."

The Ghost Armor suddenly spoke up to remind.

Fu Qinghai recognized the voice as Chu Renmei's.

"You have an obsession, Qingshan."

The enchanting actress said faintly:

"The Infernal Map reflects your truest desire. You say you want to go home, but you know in your heart that the Marquez Wang Star District is out of danger and there is no need to worry. You still have ties to the past and you haven't let it go. You may be able to deceive yourself, but you can't deceive the Infernal Map. It reflects the place you want to go most in your heart."

"My deepest desire..."

Fu Qinghai muttered to himself blankly.

What does this have to do with Holy Terra?

......

(End of this chapter)