Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 204 Playing music, right?
Most of the cutting-edge technologies of the human empire are in the hands of the Mechanicus, whether it is biology, chemistry, physics, mathematics...

But those outstanding figures in the Astartes can also stand at the top of the scientific field, overlook the Mechanicus, and look down on the academic circle.

The "War Blacksmith" of the Iron Warriors and the "Father of Iron" of the Iron Hands, any technical sergeant with these two titles is no worse than any high-level technical priest, and even far superior.

And to count down the leader of the most powerful biochemical science and technology in the human empire/chaos forces, he is not any biological sage or genetic sage, but an Astartes pharmacist——

Fabius Bayer.

The chief pharmacist of the Emperor's Son of the Third Legion, nicknamed "Old Chinese Doctor" by others, and officially called "the ancestor of the gene", he was the one who single-handedly arranged the biochemical transformation and corruption of the Emperor's Son, and he was the one who kept going in the Eye of Fear Fields produce the augmented warriors and mutated slaves needed by the leaders of the Chaos Warbands.

The old Chinese doctor is best at cloning technology, and his cloning technology is already comparable...even surpassing the emperor.

He cloned the Primarch.

More than one.

Ferrus Manus.

Horus Lupekar.

Fulgrim.

These Primarchs were all cloned Primarchs by Fabius Bayer.

Therefore, with the presence of an old Chinese doctor, one can imagine what the style of the entire Third Army was like during the Horus Rebellion.

He is addicted to drugs, all kinds of weird potions, those that enhance combat capabilities, enhance sensory pleasure, enhance psionic talents, simply drink very refreshing, never care about side effects or not, he pours them to death.

Addiction to transformation, various artificial organs, nineteen traditional transformation operations, transforming throats, glands, fingers... and even Xiao Mingming into lethal weapons.

Which one is stronger in Warhammer Chemicals, Bayer Pharmaceuticals is famous!

That's why, when Fu Qinghai knew that the medicine in Chen Xinlu's body came from the Emperor's Son, he understood that he could not count on these three women for the time being.

……

Underworld-class heavy cruiser, in the cabin.

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and shot a gun, the gushing beam of blue plasma pierced through the chest of a son of the emperor, and with a backhand knife, the sharp powered long knife cut off the head of a son of the emperor.

【You killed the Emperor's Children Space Marine...】

[Increased progress in points race...]

【You killed...】

【integral……】

Qiao Shida held the gun with one hand and pulled the trigger, three red circles appeared around the muzzle of the deflagration assault rifle, a thin red ray shot out from the muzzle, and shot straight at a running emperor soldier on the helmet.

The helmet was intact, and raging flames spewed out from his breathing valve and goggles in an instant, a heart-piercing scream came from his throat, his hands scratched frantically, trying to pull the helmet off, the burning spread downwards, Tongues of fire and black ashes also began to spew out from the gap in the neck armor, and finally fell down dejectedly.

"continue."

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

……

The pace is like a dragon, and the light of the knife is like a dragon.

On this side, Fu Qinghai raised his elbow to the side of his face, pulled out the power long knife from a mouth full of sharp teeth, and danced a gorgeous knife flower casually. After flipping it over, he put the knife back into its sheath.

Like an elegant yet deadly ancient swordsman.

The knife was sheathed, and the emperor's warrior's knees suddenly fell to his knees. His hands fell limply, and the chainsaw sword fell to the ground. Fu Qinghai walked by him, and with his palm casually, the enemy's body fell to the side. Overturned.

Fu Qinghai's battles are always like this, silent and efficient.

"Go die die die!"

On the other side, Qiao Shida opened his mouth and roared, and swung his claws continuously. The Emperor's Son raised his sword to parry, and retreated again and again.

"Look at your ugly face, it's a blasphemy of loyalty!"

Qiao Shida slapped away the enemy's powered long sword with a ferocious and abnormally charged blow. The Emperor's warrior staggered two steps and had not yet adjusted his figure.

"Say goodbye to your donkey's head, traitor!"

Joestar raised his arm, and the double-linked bolter on the back of the huge power claw fired a volley of deadly projectiles with a "bang".

"Snapped!"

The enemy couldn't dodge in time, and the helmet covering half of his face exploded into a bloody rotten watermelon.

"Istvan's ghost will never forgive you, Executioner!"

Looking at the fallen corpse at his feet, Qiao Shida took a breath, but still couldn't understand his hatred, and cursed fiercely.

Fu Qinghai heard that the soldiers of the No.16 Legion were also silent and efficient in battle, and Qiao Shida's current performance was more like a space wolf than a shadow moon wolf.

But Fu Qinghai understood him.

He has emotions held in his chest.

He needs to vent.

At the same time, the three women hiding behind the corner were stunned.

She-Hulk once thought that in the Marvel comics universe, asking two teammates not to make a move, and fighting Fu Qinghai one-on-one, was to hold back and play with him. It was a traditional kung fu point, although in the end Fu Qinghai Beaten badly.

But he didn't expect that Fu Qinghai was just playing with himself. If he had had this knife and this gun at that time, he would have been chopped into pieces, and he would have no chance of being beaten. How are the Emperor's Children doing now?

"Can you walk?"

Fu Qinghai turned around and asked.

"Go, move."

The three women nodded silently.

Fu Qinghai turned his head, his voice was indifferent:
"Then continue."

……

"Ten minutes ago, you told me that it was the psykers in the bilge prison who rioted. Ten minutes later, you told me that the enemy jumped onto our battleship!"

The emperor's warrior's fingers clenched the captain's collar in an instant, and the purple gauntlet pulled the cloth to the limit, causing the mortal captain's neck to swell, his face to turn red, and he could hardly speak.

"Our void shield is not overloaded, and our hull is not hit by torpedoes. You tell me, this is a jump gang?"

His big scarred face was distorted, making the two symmetrical sword marks on the left and right faces as ugly as a centipede crawling. The bald warrior roared:
"What the hell is this dance gang!?"

"Where did the enemy come from!?"

The captain was lifted into the air with one hand, his feet kept kicking off the ground, and he struggled to make a sound:

"My lord, my lord, Lucius, the identity of the assailant has been confirmed in the surveillance, it is the Fifth Legion, the white scar..."

The purple armor warrior let go of the captain's collar, causing the mortal to stagger and sit on the ground. He walked behind a machine servant and observed the screen on the monitoring screen.

The lower body of the servitor was hard-wired in front of this screen, and he adjusted the screen switching stiffly, constantly chasing the figures of Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida.

There are only two of them...

Lucius frowned.

Do both dare to jump to help a heavy cruiser?
In addition, there is another doubt.

Lucius pushed the servitor away. Under the tremendous force, the servitor was directly torn from the hard connection state, a burst of electric sparks erupted from the lower body, the metal cable broke, life-support liquid gushed out, and fell sideways , still muttering in a low voice "噫啪噫噜".

Lucius personally operated on the monitoring array. He recalled the travel route of Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida, and found that they were advancing towards the middle deck.

Why not go to the stern of the ship, which is full of drive tubes, engine rooms and plasma reactors, but to the middle of the ship?
The primary purpose of the gang battle is to destroy the propulsion system of the paralyzed battleship. Instead of going to the propulsion system, these two enemies rushed to the crowded middle deck.

"They lost their way?"

Lucius stared at the screen and muttered to himself.

The captain then stood up unsteadily from the floor.

Lucius turned around, grabbed the captain's head with one hand, forced him to turn his face to himself, and asked:

"My dear captain, tell me, in the face of this situation, what should we do now?"

The captain replied without hesitation:
"My lord, the enemy's fighting power is very strong. We should inform the other battleships of the situation here, and then temporarily close the void shield, let them send the terminator over, surround and kill those two guys!"

"No!"

Lucius snapped angrily.

The corner of his mouth was stained with madness, showing a predatory smile, and said slowly:
"You are not allowed to notify other warships."

After finishing speaking, Lucius raised his sword and wobbled across the aisle of the bridge. He rubbed his eyes with the bottom of his palm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened under the palm of his hand.

An Astartes with excellent sword skills, a pure and loyal angel blood relative, ignited the obsession and longing in Lucius' heart.

A fun diversion, a short challenge on an endless voyage that might turn into a perfect kill.

he thought to himself.

Behind him, the captain loudly questioned his orders and vowed to report to the Lord Commander.

Lucius was unmoved at all, just waving the long sword left and right, mobilizing the long-lost passion and strength in his body, the images on the surveillance echoed in his mind, the white-armored warrior at the head echoed his precise slaughter The postures of my brothers are so flawless, so dangerous and deadly, there is not a single unnecessary movement...

Lucius' mouth was full of saliva due to the expectation of killing, and he swallowed it with a "gulp", allowing the liquid to fully wet his throat and esophagus.

"The fun is about to begin."

he thought.

……

In front of Fu Qinghai, at the far end of the passage, a huge figure appeared, with thick shoulder armor taller than a helmet, fully half a head taller than Fu Qinghai, his body was like a door panel, covering the entire passage , also blocked the way of Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida.

A battle flag like a loincloth was hung between the legs, and the word "Emperor" was written on it. The font was crooked and full of jokes. Obviously, it would be more appropriate to translate it into "Pseudo-Emperor".

Classic tactical dreadnought armor.

Iron Terminator.

Finally came a strong enough...

Fu Qinghai grinned grimly, retracted the blue blade, pulled out the blue tooth, and started to rush forward, but the Terminator brazenly lifted a heavy explosive bomb in his hand, and the wide plate-shaped chain was connected to the ammunition behind him. in the box.

"Fuck!"

Fu Qinghai grabbed Qiao Shida and hid in the next cabin.

"Tom tom tom tom tom!"

The roar of heavy bombs sounded.

"Come out and die, coward of the White Scars!"

The Terminator stepped forward while pulling the trigger.

Joestar took off an armor-piercing grenade from his waist and threw it out.

"boom--"

The continuous sound of bolt guns paused for a while, and then rang out again immediately, sending metal fragments flying around the hatch door next to the cabin, and the bullet holes the size of a human head almost devoured the bulkhead. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound. There was a jamming sound, and the heavy bomber stopped.

Without hesitation, Fu Qinghai rushed out from behind the cabin door, holding a huge square-pointed hammer in both hands, the hammer head slashed half a circle in the air, and smashed hard on the front breastplate of the Terminator.

"Boom-"

There was a deafening explosion like a loud bell, echoing in the narrow passage, a piece of the Terminator's breastplate was dented on the spot, and blood overflowed from his breathing valve.

However, the sternum-depressed injury was not enough to kill an Astartes, the Terminator took advantage of the momentum to take two steps back, dropped the jammed heavy bomb in his hand, pulled out the double-edged power giant axe, and slashed down on the head.

The inertia hammer needs to rotate to accumulate inertia to exert its effect. Fu Qinghai smashed it with one hammer, and his moves were old. There was no chance to swing the hammer again.

"Snapped!"

Joe Star was stunned.

The emperor's warriors and mortal crew who were about to arrive behind the Terminator were also stunned.

Fu Qinghai held the handle of the giant power ax with one hand.

Joestar, who was close, could hear the furious groans of the electronic muscle fiber bundles in the Terminator's armor, could hear the piercing roar of the energy reactor behind the Terminator, and could even guess how the soldiers inside were clenching their teeth and tensing their muscles at this moment. , try my best...

However, the handle of the ax just didn't budge.

It can neither be pressed nor pulled out.

By the Emperor, that's a fucking Terminator...

Qiao Shida was dumbfounded.

That is the original model of all tactical dreadnought armor, the heaviest, largest, strongest defense, and highest strength increase Terminator armor, except for the high cost and slow speed, there are almost no shortcomings.

The crowd behind the Terminator was also dumbfounded.

What kind of space fighter can wrestle with the two hands of the Terminator with only one hand?
Fu Qinghai held the handle of the ax with one hand, seemingly effortlessly, and even used his free hand to draw out the chainsaw sword at his waist.

"Om~"

"Buzz!"

Two completely different buzzing and vibration sounds sounded.

"Ugh, don't even think about it!"

The emperor warrior wearing Terminator armor roared angrily, let go of the handle of the ax in an instant, his shoulders sank suddenly, kicked his heavy feet, and his huge body directly slammed into Fu Qinghai.

He didn't believe that the other party could split the Terminator's heavy armor just by relying on the chainsaw sword!

Never believe it!

no way...

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Fu Qinghai took a step back and stabilized his figure. His right palm rested on the Terminator's shoulder with one hand. The chainsaw sword held in his left hand had pierced through the Terminator's plastron, tearing his chest and internal organs into his abdomen. Stir them all into pieces, and stir them into a pot of bloody porridge.

If you slow down the scene by a thousand times, you can clearly see that as soon as the tip of the vibrating sawtooth touches the armor, it is instantly at the same frequency as the vibration of the armor itself, high-frequency vibration + single-molecule sharpening + Edman alloy , Cutting Terminator armor is as smooth and silky as cutting butter.

Green Fang, Tuned Sword!

The iron-clad hill-like giant fell slowly.

The dull-looking people behind them were revealed.

"Ahhh-"

The mortal crew members whose morale had dropped to freezing point turned around and fled.

"Retreat, retreat first!"

The space fighters called each other in tandem, and decided to withdraw one after another, reorganizing the defense line with the help of terrain and heavy weapons.

A... line of defense against a person.

Fu Qinghai picked up the heavy explosive bullet on the ground with one hand, and slapped the connection between the trigger and the bullet belt twice with the other hand. With a "click", the gun chamber became smooth again. Fu Qinghai put the heavy explosive bullet Tucked under the arm, squeeze the trigger, step forward, and fire with full force.

"Tom tom tom tom tom!"

This time it was Fu Qinghai's turn to chase after others and shoot randomly!
coming.

Here comes the man who shoots a heavy bolter with one hand.

There has been a scene where one-handedly received a Terminator's charged heavy attack before, but Joe Star actually felt that the scene in front of him... was very reasonable.

What is a heavy bomb? When a mortal army uses heavy bombs, even if it is a macho army with a Rambo per capita like the Catachan Jungle Corps, it still needs to set up a retreat device, a hoe and a plow on the position just like using a cannon. or something, to fire and shoot.

(except Sly Marble)
The heavy and huge firearm was like a docile kitten under Fu Qinghai's arms. The muzzle did not jump up at all, and the trajectory was straight and stable. He quickly emptied all the inventory, looked at the conference hall that had been cleaned up before him, dropped the heavy bomb, turned around, and ordered:

"continue."

Not finished yet.

A harsh and noisy electronic sound sounded from a distance.

Accompanied by a loud voice:

"Welcome two new listeners to the cruiser Carol of Joy!"

A space warrior with a pale and swollen head, holding a huge speaker that looks like a weapon and a musical instrument in his hand. His skin is hideous, his eyes are blood red, and the breathing valve embedded in half of his face is replaced by a distorted and exaggerated loudspeaker device. The vertical grille made of black steel stretched his upper and lower jaws, directly connecting his reconstructed larynx, vocal cords and lungs.

"It is up to me to write a hymn to my perfect genetic father, Fulgrim, and the happy prince of darkness, the Great Keeper of Secrets!"

"Please enjoy the following-"

""The Song of Wailing Before the Death of the Pseudo-Emperor"."

Be noise fighters!
The glorious double-headed eagle on the chest has been replaced by a twisted and chaotic demonic coat of arms, and the body has been implanted with a blasphemous creation that hates xenos, which must have come from the handwriting of Fabius Bayer.Nothing stimulated the senses of these Slaanesh warriors any more than the maddening noises of terror could satisfy him.

Fu Qinghai's mind was spinning rapidly.

Joe Star gritted his teeth, and squeezed the power claw in his hand:
"Profanity!"

"No!" Fu Qinghai pressed Qiao Shida's shoulder:

"Retreat, first retreat..."

"BOOM—"

The sound waves turned into transparent rings spreading layer by layer, distorting the air, tearing apart the bulkhead, and coming straight to Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida!

The two space warriors, like two paper men, were instantly blown away by the psionic sound waves.

The noise fighters played their instruments and hissed wildly:
"Cheers, cheers, White Scars! Standing before you is the chief singer of the Emperor's Children, at least once."

All the sundries in the passageway of the battleship were instantly cleared in front of the continuous psychic screams, the blood disappeared into filaments, the corpses into blood mist and flesh, and the shell casings into distorted fragments.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Restless rhythms come and go.

The hearing receiver on the side of Fu Qinghai's helmet exploded into a ball of sparks, and black blood gushed out from Lehman's ear. He scrambled and dragged Joestar who had fallen to the ground, and hid in a cabin. It turned out that half of the bald warrior's helmet had been shattered, revealing his dull and absent-minded face, and the plasma mixed with eardrum fragments beside his ears.

The noise warrior puffed up his lungs and screamed:
"Louder, louder! Hahaha, let the lackeys of the false emperor collapse in our disturbing sonic boom!"

"Praise be to the Prince of Pleasure, praise to the Most High Voice!"

The Extremis virus was already operating at full speed. Fu Qinghai repaired Fu Qinghai's superhuman ears. Fu Qinghai put Qiao Shida, who had lost his combat effectiveness, in an empty cabin. The bulkhead could not completely block the penetration of sound waves, and there were still continuous psychic magic sounds reverberating. .

Fu Qinggai took out the bolt pistol on his waist, rushed out of the cabin, and pointed the gun at the noise fighter.

In the impact of the sound waves resounding through the passage, the armor on Fu Qinghai's body was covered with scratches, and even the bone white paint was almost gone.

Seeing that the White Scar Warrior could still stand in front of his eyes, the noise warrior who was playing music crazily had his face distorted in the sound waves. He almost emptied his lungs in order to defeat this opponent, and the crazy cathartic singing made his brain It's full of excitement, pain and ecstatic orgasms.

Fu Qinghai tried his best to stabilize his hand, and squeezed the trigger hard.

"Da da da da da!"

The phase iron bombs were fired one after another, some of them were deflected by the psionic screams, and some of them were slowed down by the sonic boom fluctuations, but most of them still hit the noise fighters who couldn't dodge.

His screaming and playing music were interrupted, he raised his head and stared at Fu Qinghai angrily, and was about to mobilize the spiritual power of Slaanesh's blessing again, when suddenly, the bullets inlaid on the power armor and the broken flesh melted one after another, It turned into strands of molten iron, and penetrated into his body along the cracks in the armor, mixing with his flesh and blood.

"Ahhhh!"

The noise warrior threw down the doomsday siren in his hand, scratched his whole body frantically, even dug his gauntlet into his throat, and forcibly tore apart the bone plate in his chest, but the pain couldn't be relieved.

His body twisted into a ball, and he curled up on the floor cruelly and painfully.

Fu Qinghai slowly approached the noise fighter's body.

He lay down on the ground, his eyes glazed over, and he was still muttering something in a low voice.

Fu Qinghai leaned over and only heard him say:

"It's cool... so cool, oh, the extreme pain, it's so cool to death..."

Tilting his head, he finally burped completely.

"Hold."

Fu Qinghai spat.

The enemy's soliloquy before death dilutes his joy of victory.

Followers of Slaanesh can be called a collection of sadism and masochism.

Fu Qinghai looked gloomy, and called Camille on the communication channel:

"Doctor, doctor, come here, there are wounded people who need to be treated here."

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(End of this chapter)