Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

"Yifeng, get up quickly. You're going to be late at eight in the morning. You have to take registration for the organic chemistry class."

"Ah, ah, I'll get up right away..."

Zhou Yifeng was drowsily asleep, but when he heard the word "roll call", his whole body sat up subconsciously.

"Right away, what time is it now?"

"Seven forty-three."

"...Then why are you in a hurry? Give me a seat and I'll sleep for another ten minutes."

"Wake up, the queue for hand cakes takes 10 minutes. Do you want to be hungry until 12:?"

Yifeng's body that had just been lying down bounced up again.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and people are like rice and steel. At 12:, there is no way to grab food.

Yifeng was queuing up outside the corridor. The hand cake shop was opened in a small place under the side of the canteen building. It used to be a bicycle parking lot, but later it was converted into a row of small shops because there were not many people parking.

Looking at the crowds of people in front of the hand-cake stall here and the pancake stall next door, Yifeng's brain was a little dazed. It seemed that I hadn't queued up for a long time. No, I was queuing up to eat yesterday? Something feels wrong.

The environment was very noisy, and most of the students were still awake, complaining about the unreasonable arrangement of classes in the morning. However, Yifeng listened to the people around him and it took him a while to realize what they were saying. It seemed that he had not heard anything for a long time. mother tongue.

"Brother Hao, did I talk in my sleep yesterday? I seemed to have had a dream, but I couldn't remember anything."

Lin Xiuhao looked at Zhou Yifeng's messy hair and thought that this guy must have slept late last night.

"I didn't know that. I'll sleep on the bed at midnight."

Yifeng gnawed on the cake and walked quickly to the classroom. In the blink of an eye, he was sitting in the classroom. The long course made the whole classroom drowsy. The key is that every knowledge point in this course is important. Can't be lazy.

On the podium, an old man was talking about the chemical properties of ether. His body was stooped, and the large number of wrinkles on his face made him look older, but his eyes were bright. In his opinion, these college students will carry the motherland. The important task in the future.

The teacher was wearing black clothes. He looked up and wrote hard on the blackboard, explaining the principles of various chemical properties.

All the classmates saw were a few white hairs, which were grown long to "maintain volume" and cover his Mediterranean baldness.

It looked like he didn't use any hair plasticizer today, and these white hairs hanging on the black clothes made him look bald.

There were no classes in the afternoon. After eating the leftovers from the cafeteria, Yifeng's roommates played their favorite games in the dormitory, and Yifeng decided to go out and see if there were any latest weapon models or... .....It seems that there are some models that I want to buy.

I don’t remember. Let’s go out for a walk.

The surrounding shops are very expensive, because the commercial street next to the university is a prime location, so Yifeng took the subway and headed to the farther commercial area.

There are a lot of people on the subway, and many young people are wearing clothes of various styles. Some are also carrying very "personalized" bags. In their eyes, fashion is just random outfits.

Those who go out at this time are either students from various prestigious schools in this "university line", or retired uncles and aunts. Most of the young people are playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, while some old people are out of touch with the times and can only look around to pass their time. time.

Coming out of the subway station, this is the most prosperous place in the city. On one side is the ancient "local characteristic building complex". The shouts of various small shops inside can be heard in the subway station. There is no shortage of those who do not follow martial arts and hold recordings. Shops with loudspeakers playing loops and food stalls playing hard music.

On the other side is the newly built "group" of skyscrapers. The tall buildings are a reminder of the power of "modern" technology.

But Yifeng always suddenly felt that this place was so backward. If we built a super building high above the sky, there would be residential and commercial areas on every floor, and even the industrial areas would be arranged underground...

Something is wrong.

Those shopping malls that usually seemed so big and took a long time to visit now made Yifeng feel like they were just ordinary houses, and the world around him seemed incompatible with him.

Some fake antique shops are opened at the outermost part of the business district. Those antique artworks always attract the attention of some young people, and there are also some old people walking around in the shops with their hands behind their hands.

The model store is located in a relatively high position in the commercial building. As soon as Yifeng got out of the elevator, he saw a large number of posters showing the latest new products on the market.

"Hmm~59 modified, what is this? 59 modified plusmax, yo, 95 Honor Extended Edition, what is this? The flagship of the Coast Guard ten years from now."

Yifeng walked around. This was the exclusive sales area for the big guys, mainly selling some game conferences and other simulation props.

A salesperson who cosplayed as an old man in black robe waved the "staff" in his hand and invited Yifeng to come in and take a look. The things here are all high-quality imitations.

Zhou Yifeng walked into the store, feeling physically and mentally comfortable, and it must be high-quality imitation.

"Young man, let's take a look at this. It's a high imitation of the ancient Missouri battleship. It's so detailed that there are actually ammunition in the magazine. It only costs 5,000 yuan."

"Sir, I'm just a poor student. Five thousand yuan can make me eat dirt for several months. Is there anything cheaper?"

Such a good-looking guy can only be left to Yifeng to think about. In their dormitory dream, everyone will raise funds to buy a big house together. Instead of using it as a living room, it will all be made into model display cabinets. In the future, they will be kicked out by their wives. Then he secretly lived there.

Now, let’s wait until we can have enough money to pay for living expenses.

"Look at this, the Type 909A tank, sold directly from the manufacturer, costs three hundred, which is definitely the cheapest price."

The cheapest? Why do I have the impression that there is a super cheap thing that I haven’t bought yet.

"Sir, three hundred yuan has cost me a lot of money for several days. I have no place to put it in a shabby student dormitory. Is there anything smaller?"

"Smaller? Smaller than a model tank?" The uncle, with the attitude of making a deal if he could, started rummaging around from the small counter at the back.

Yifeng was thinking to the side that this old man is so excited. He is still selling cosplay here at such an old age, and he is definitely an old military fan.

After the dust was flying for a while, the uncle finally took out a small model from the corner of the small counter. Yi Feng's veins jumped when he saw it. This thing is so old, it's a three-step model.

"20 yuan, sincere price, classic sidecar motorcycle, the bottom of the box in my store."

Indeed, at the bottom of the box, there was a layer of ash accumulated. It had not been sold for who knows how many years.

"Master, don't be joking. If you buy this thing, my brother will laugh at you forever."

"You may not think this thing is old, but it is fast."

"Hurry... no matter how fast it is." A mysterious force gave Yifeng the urge to buy it, but Yifeng thought he still wanted it for his face.

The old man seemed troubled that there seemed to be nothing smaller than these models in his store.

The old man shakily took out a small gadget from his pocket.

"Five dollars each, do you want it?"

Yifeng took a closer look, are you really the one who can make small models of anti-tank mines? Will anyone buy this thing?

I bought it.

To be fair, it's small and it's really fine. Yifeng thinks that this thing can be placed in front of the tank model to form a scene in the future... It can't be edited anymore, it's just cheap.

Yifeng is gone. It's easy to get jealous when shopping here. Every price of this thing has several 0's behind it. My wallet really can't bear it.

A little hungry, Yifeng will not take advantage of those "ancient architecture streets", where the prices of things are several times higher than usual. Now, he will just find a residential area, where the small shops and restaurants will be cheaper.

Yifeng found a small restaurant. It was a "farmhouse"-level garage-type restaurant, but it was still popular around. Five small tables and a few big men drinking and bragging formed the basic human atmosphere. .

"Handsome, what do you want?" The boss's son had a day off and came over to help.

"Let's have a fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl and a big steak. Do you have any kimchi?"

"Yes, it's right next to the rice cooker, 22 in total."

To be fair, it's not cheap, but it's still a good deal. It's pretty good compared to the "cheap" food in the cafeteria where you have to eat two portions to be full.

A few big men probably just finished their physical work and took the afternoon off. After drinking some wine, they started chatting about the international situation. As the saying goes, three gentlemen, drinking and eating meat until midnight, five thousand years of history have clearly arranged for you. .

There are some technological news on the old TV, such as artificial intelligence that can beat humans at chess, drone technology has improved, high-speed rail has speeded up, etc.

"Young man, your meal is ready, and the big steak is served for you alone."

"Thank you, uncle." The boss personally came out to deliver food to Yifeng.

Why is it the uncle again? I finally went out and dealt with old men. Should I go to a more fashionable place, otherwise I will never meet a young lady in my life?

After eating, Yifeng felt that it was rare to go out, so he decided to go and have a look at his idol.

Of course he is an ancient hero. What do you think he is?

A certain ancient hero who enjoyed sacrificial incense and was a true man of both civil and military skills. When he was a civil servant, he was invaded by foreign enemies and the empire was defeated. So he was ordered to take orders at the critical moment. He led the old, weak, sick and disabled second-class soldiers to turn the tide and defend the country thousands of miles away.

Yifeng wanted to offer a stick of incense, but walked over and found that the temple was under renovation and was not open.

Looking at the time again, it was a bit late. Yifeng hurried to the subway station. After finding a seat on the subway, he scrolled through his phone in boredom. In a daze, he seemed to smell a very fragrant smell, and then lost consciousness.

“Little comrade, wake up, little comrade~~”

"Ah~, where am I?"

When Yifeng opened his eyes, he found that he was in a subway car. Apart from a subway station manager, he was the only one around.

"Comrade, the subway has arrived at the terminal."

"Oh, alright."

Yifeng hurried out of the subway car, but something strange happened. The sign at the station showed that the last train was the last one, and the original last train at 11 o'clock at night was suspended.

What's going on? Why is it so late? How long have I slept? Didn’t I get on the subway at around 7pm?

Yifeng looked confused, and became even more confused when he saw the stop sign, Martyrs Cemetery Station. It was not easy to go back to this place.

"Hello, old gentleman, I would like to ask..."

The staff member who just woke up Yifeng had just come out of the carriage and was shouting into the intercom that the inspection was complete. There was no one in the subway.

"What's the matter, young man?"

"I would like to ask, is there any way to get back to the city? I accidentally stopped."

"That's a bit difficult. The buses are also out of service at this time. I guess you won't be able to get a taxi. How about you ask the management of the Martyrs Cemetery."

"Okay, thank you."

Yifeng slowly walked up the steps and prepared to leave the station. Suddenly he remembered where this manager lived. Could he spend the night in some monitoring room or security room? He turned around and wanted to find the old gentleman, but When I saw that the door was locked, the manager was nowhere to be found.

Yifeng walked out of the subway station. The desolation here was in sharp contrast with the solemnity beside it. There were only a few small rooms with lights on in the Martyrs Cemetery, presumably for night watchmen. Next to it was a parking lot and sparsely populated wasteland.

The stars in the sky are half hidden, the city lights shine brighter than the stars, and the hazy light rising on the horizon overshadows the brilliance of the stars. The tiny stars are no longer visible in the dark sky.

Yifeng mustered up his courage and hoped that the night watchman there would also have enough courage. It was never a good thing for both parties to meet in the cemetery when it was pitch dark.

"Dong dong dong, um, is there anyone?"

Someone was obviously frightened inside, and there were sounds of people hurriedly grabbing things.

"Sorry, I've taken the last subway, can I stay the night?"

The door was opened, and there was an old man wearing a green military cap with a red star. Behind him was a portrait of Brother Guan. He was holding a strange pole with a horsetail on it, which looked like a Taoist whisk.

Good guy, I have quite a mixed bag of beliefs.

"Young man, why are you here at this hour?"

Yifeng originally wanted to explain, but the more he looked at the old man, the more he felt something was wrong. Why were there so many old people everywhere today? The more he looked at him, the more familiar he looked.

"Uncle, have I seen you somewhere?"

This startled the old man, and his other arm was already holding the guard fork.

His voice began to tremble when he spoke, "Amen to Amitabha, the one who faces the battle..."

This old man looks really familiar. He seems to be a big boss from some feudal era, a certain dynasty or a certain empire...

"Young man, don't talk nonsense, this..."

"Uncle, I have really sat and stood. I can't go back. See if you can do something about it." Yifeng looked at the uncle's face carefully.

The old man's whole body started to tremble. He was watching the night at the cemetery. Suddenly there was a "person" knocking on the door. As soon as he opened the door, he looked at his face up and down, looking very seriously. He was not afraid of anyone.

The old man slowly put the whisk behind him, as if he wanted to slap Yi Feng in the face.

In Yifeng's mind, two faces suddenly overlapped. I remembered it, I've seen your portrait, it's you!

Magic pattern Malcador!

The old man coughed and smiled, and stopped acting. In an instant, the whole world stopped, and only Yifeng and Makhado could still move.

Malcador, one of the strongest human psykers outside the Emperor (along with Magnus and several others with unknown psychic powers), is a loyal servant of the Emperor. Like Vulkan, he was an immortal psyker, but during the Horus Heresy, Malcador took the Emperor's place on the Golden Throne and used his psychic powers to suppress the demons pouring out of the bombed Webway behind him.

The price was that when the seriously injured Emperor returned, Malcador gave his preserved immortal psychic power to the Emperor and turned into dust.

It is said that he lived for more than 6,700 years. Looking at it now, he must have been more than 16,000 years old.

(Malcador proposed many interesting and far-sighted strategies, such as trying to create a female Primarch Astartes, reminding the Emperor about Lorgar's psychological problems, etc.)

There are many questions now, let’s ask the main ones first.

"Whose martyrs cemetery is afraid of ghosts? No, didn't you die ten thousand years ago? You are not a ghost."

The old gentleman smiled and said, "I am the Immortal."

"...Didn't you give the emperor your last breath of eternal spiritual energy?" Yifeng walked into the room and faced Malcador.

"That's Olivia's breath of immortality."

"..." Yifeng was numb. What this guy said made sense.

(Malcador is very mysterious, but what is certain is that he was with the Emperor during the Terra Unification War around M29, and was only with the Horus Heresy in M31. He was probably an ancient Eternal, not a later promotion. )

"Then you won't come out to lead the empire? Do you see what this is all about?"

Since you have not lost your status as an immortal, even if you become ashes, it will not affect you like Vulkan, waiting for the resurrection time in the subspace, and then popping out from nowhere.

"Let me ask you a question, you guess." Malcador looked at Yifeng with a smile. This old man who was called a well-deserved hero by the entire empire now seemed like an elder who teased the younger generation with fun things.

I guess you... wish you a prosperous and prosperous future.

"Guess why I am so old even though I am an immortal."

"Personal preference? Disguise? Does the old man seem more reliable?"

The old man looked at Yifeng with a smile, which made Yifeng's scalp tingle.

"Yes, I discovered you, or I discovered this place." Makado opened his hands, and the night instantly turned into day, and the whole city was full of vitality. The Martyrs Cemetery was solemn and solemn, and a group of children came to sweep the graves.

This is not the earth, it is just an illusion.

"I am between the immortals and the non-immortals, because a large part of my spiritual energy is spent on this world. Every time I use all my strength to come here, I am a mortal whose life span will pass.

Unfortunately, I have only touched the edge of this world. "

"This is a beautiful world where people still think about technology, rationality and victory."

Yifeng had already picked up the "sickle and hammer sacred objects" that were juxtaposed with the mini Guan Gong knife.

"Then why did you drag me to that muddy world? I live well here, my life is bright, my future..."

"But the people here need you, they are also people." The roof of the guard hut disappeared, and the walls turned into nothingness.

The tombstones of the martyrs outside became extremely huge, and the words about the martyrs' lives written on them seemed to have acquired magic power and wanted to fly into Yifeng's mind.

"Yifeng, this is your memory. I cannot create scenery you have never seen, nor can I fabricate thoughts you have never had."

I wanted to be a red fighter for all mankind...and then I went to meet a human I had never seen before...

Yifeng looked at the magic pattern Malcador, this old man didn't seem to be joking, why was he so casual.

Malcador coughed, understood, and looked at Yifeng with a straight face, "Before I died, I saw part of the future, so I decided to choose an option other than subspace. My power is consumed rapidly here, and there is no subspace here. Space, natural spiritual energy will be suppressed by the world here, so I tried my best to take away the best soul I saw."

Okay, I figured it out.

Try your best\u003dI have no choice.

Take away the best soul\u003dI can’t take away the better soul.

Yes, no wonder you chose me, a second-rate college student. You are squeezing the labor force of college students! You are disrupting the college student employment market! I want to sue you!

"Do you think I can solve such a huge mess in the galaxy? Do you think what I preach can be useful?"

"Try it. The Emperor always has some small differences with me. I also made a bet with him. Now it is my choice to take action."

"...Why don't you throw me to 30K? At least the original bodies are still there."

"I tried, but was thrown over by the warp wave."

.......

Good guy, this is how I was treated when the original body was born.

"That... old prime minister," Yifeng began to rub his hands in a trademark manner. In usual negotiations, this was a sign that this guy wanted to start having sex.

"Look at how dangerous this world is. Shouldn't you give me some benefits for newbies? Look at how miserable I've been over the years. I don't have anything to ask for. I just rely on myself to make a fortune."

"Newbie benefits..." Makado smiled bitterly, "I have already given them to you, otherwise do you think why the four evil gods didn't bless you directly? Unfortunately, they can only give you so much."

(⊙o⊙)..., "Then is there a possibility that you can just throw it to the emperor and let him bless me, so that you don't have to worry about me being corrupted."

"It was originally like this...but you were thrown here by the wave of subspace. I am not sure that the emperor will bless you earlier than other evil gods."

"Then I..." Yifeng wanted to say something else, but Machado stopped him.

"I'm almost dead, so I came to see you, and this beautiful world in your memory. The fragments of my soul have been protecting you for too long, and I can no longer cover your whereabouts."

Yifeng was completely panicked, "Don't mention it, I finally got a cheat~~ No, I finally met you," Makado's power stopped Yifeng from continuing.

"Go to the untouchables. They can't 'absorb' too much psychic energy, but the subspace fluctuations of non-psychic people like you can be completely hidden." Malcador's cough became more serious, "Don't let the evil god notice. You, the Untouchable, cannot withstand their attacks unless you are next to the Untouchable in the first place.

The evil god has never sensed you, has no idea of ​​your existence, and naturally cannot target you. "

Yifeng wanted to speak, but Malcador's power prevented him from even controlling himself.

"Human~ Please do your best."

After all, Malcador didn't say "Leave it to you". Maybe he felt that it was too much pressure to leave the rise and fall of a race to a 3K boy.

In the year 42 of Human 611K, the leader of the Red Torrent Chapter, Yifeng, announced that William would take over the affairs management of the Chapter and temporarily act as Chapter Leader.