Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 811 Parting Gift
Fu Qinghai followed the scarab beetle on a winding and intricate journey.

Fu Qinghai even had a vague feeling that he had left the museum's boundaries. Before the space necromancer machine ascended, it was also a kind of humanoid creature. The layout and structure of the Tarachin Museum were also designed according to the idea that visitors were humanoid creatures, and he had clearly left the visitor area.

He eventually stopped in front of a black wall.

"Could those genetically modified seeds be behind the wall?"

Fu Qinghai looked at the hovering scarab beetle and asked.

The scarab beetle fluttered up and down twice in agreement.

"So where is the entrance?"

Fu Qinghai immediately realized what was going on after asking the question.

If there were an entrance, Qinghun would have led him there long ago. The fact that he's stopped in front of this wall means there's no entrance to the space behind it. As for how space undead can enter and exit this place without an entrance, the answer is simple.

Phase transfer technology.

The phase shifter on the chest of the Ghost Craftsman is a transdimensional unstable matrix that allows him to pass through objects and enter the interior of any building or mechanical structure for repairs. It is the most direct manifestation of phase shift technology.

"If I break this wall."

Fu Qinghai faced the wall and asked softly:
"That will definitely alert the tomb world, right?"

The scarab beetle floated up and down twice more.

If a single Netherworld Scarab goes offline, the Tomb World Mind Core might treat it as normal wear and tear or an occasional event and ignore it. However, if any static force field generator in the museum malfunctions, it will inevitably trigger an alarm.

"I understand."

Fu Qinghai squinted and muttered to himself.

He then opened his attribute panel, found the [Eye of Prophecy] in the Reincarnation Items section, and selected to use it.

[Countdown to the end of this major storyline event: 816 hours]

A cold reminder quickly popped into my mind:

[A New Cycle: The Main World of Star Wars, the Canon Cinematic Universe - SSS Rating]

Fu Qinghai turned around decisively, sat cross-legged against the wall, closed his eyes, and entered a state of Force meditation.

The major plot event will not end for another thirty days, and the food and water stored in the suitcase are not much. From now on, Fu Qinghai needs to actively lower his metabolic rate and maintain a low-energy standby state.

This passage isn't entirely safe either; the ghostly craftsmen patrolling the tomb world occasionally visit here. However, his Force senses will alert him, and the ghostly craftsman scarab possessed by the blue spirit is also well aware of the patrol routes of other ghostly craftsmen constructs.

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Thirty-three days later.

Fu Qinghai suddenly opened his eyes.

The Tomb World lives up to its name; the eternal silence of the ancient tombs is as if time has frozen. There is no sound, no distinction between day and night. The extreme tranquility and the claustrophobic darkness might drive any intelligent being who stays here for too long insane.

Fu Qinghai's mental state seems quite normal.

I'm really hungry.

Fu Qinghai stood up, shook himself up, stretched his limbs, gripped the dragon sword in his hands, and focused his mind to activate it.

"Buzzing sound—"

A bright blue light illuminated the dim passage.

Fu Qinghai plunged the Dragon Sword fiercely into the black stone wall. The blade sank in instantly, and at the same time, he used his arms to cut horizontally, quickly drawing a circle on the wall.

Fu Qinghai had discovered long ago that, possibly due to the special Kreit Dragon Ball Kelber Crystal, the Dragon Sword's output power was exceptionally high, far surpassing other ordinary lightsabers. This was clearly demonstrated when cutting through the black stone wall.

Blackstone is a dense and hard substance. Fu Qinghai had seen his master, Old Man Hu Xian, cut blackstone with a lightsaber, but the cutting speed was very slow. However, when Fu Qinghai used the Dragon Sword to cut this blackstone wall, it felt very smooth, like cutting butter.

Fu Qinghai raised one hand and placed it on the cut circular stone slab, activated the Force suction cup to hold the slab in place and pulled it back, then placed the slab steadily on the ground.

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and stepped into the space behind the wall.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, which contained a large static force field generator, and locked in time were mountains of crystal bottles.

You can see the suspended meat chunks inside the transparent bottle.

Fu Qinghai swung his sword and destroyed the static field generator, then opened the briefcase and frantically rummaged through the crystal bottle.

As he was rummaging through the wall, Fu Qinghai suddenly sensed something, grabbed the Dragon Sword, stood up, and thrust it towards the other side of the wall.

The head of a ghostly worker had just emerged from the wall when it was precisely pierced by the light stick blade. Fu Qinghai withdrew his light sword and continued to bend down and rummage through the crystal bottle. The ghostly worker's millipede-like metallic body crashed down at his feet.

These crystal bottles containing gene seeds took up a space the size of a shipping container. Fu Qinghai was worried that his suitcase wouldn't be able to hold them all, but he couldn't care less at the moment and just kept frantically rummaging through them.

His actions have alarmed the core of the tomb world's consciousness, and a continuous stream of Netherworld constructs are gathering toward this room. The fastest to arrive so far are the Netherworld ghosts that can pass through walls, and there may be even larger creatures appearing later.

Fu Qinghai, while fumbling around, suddenly drew his sword and turned to block, deflecting a beam of antimatter particles aimed at him. The head of a Netherworld Spider outside the cave entrance was hit, and the green spherical eye in the center instantly annihilated and shattered.

Fu Qinghai charged toward the large Netherworld Spider construct that was standing still, its claws waving. He raised his sword overhead and launched a sliding tackle, sliding it through the Netherworld Spider's abdomen. A red, metallic crack appeared in the middle of the Netherworld Spider's body, and then the multi-legged monster split in two and crashed to the ground.

“Clatter…clatter…clatter…clatter…”

Fu Qinghai heard the sound of synchronized footsteps coming from around the corner of the passage. He turned around and saw a squad of necromancers, armed with Gauss burst rifles, appear at the end of the passage. They lowered their guns in unison, aimed at the space marine ahead, and pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of green beams.

Fu Qinghai swung the light stick into an impenetrable wall, and the Gaussian splitting rays bounced back one after another. The necromancers fell one after another, stripped and pierced by their own Gaussian splitting rays, and the passage was soon filled with mechanical bodies.

Strangely, these iron-gray metal fragments were all shrouded in some kind of green light. The severed and scattered limbs were crawling and wriggling to reconnect automatically, and the broken and pierced torsos and skulls were slowly healing and reorganizing.

Their regeneration protocol has been activated.

Ignoring the "resurrected" undead warriors, Fu Qinghai turned and stepped back into the cave, continuing to rummage through the gene seeds until his suitcase was almost full. With two quick swipes of his light stick, Fu Qinghai severed the tentacles and tail of the Netherworld Wraith, stuffing its torso, including the phase shifter, into the suitcase as well.

Just then, Fu Qinghai suddenly sensed something, slowly stopped what he was doing, gripped the light stick tightly, and turned around.

A tall, hunchbacked, long-faced skeleton covered in a metal cloak, holding a strangely shaped metal staff, had somehow appeared outside the cave entrance, silently watching him.

"You're back."

Tarasin spoke in a low, somber tone.

For some reason, Fu Qinghai sensed a slightly complicated feeling of resentment in his tone.

"Yes, I'm back."

Fu Qinghai held a briefcase in his left hand and gripped the optical stick tightly in his right, holding his breath and assuming a ready-to-fight stance.

"My team of tomb raiders and I have studied this for three hundred years, and we still can't figure out how you escaped."

Tarachin's tone was very complex:
"And now you're back."

"Come back and take what belongs to me."

Fu Qinghai said calmly and confidently.

"I really didn't expect you to dare to come back."

Tarachin tilted his head and sized up Fu Qinghai:

"It's good that you're back. Although I'm not Xerath, that pervert who likes to dissect everything, my tomb raiders and I are just as curious about how you left. Now that you're here, let me study you properly."

Enlightened Xerath, the creator of bio-transfer technology and one of the culprits behind the birth of space necromancy, enjoys performing molecular-level vivisections on conscious organisms without any pain relief in order to understand their workings.

Hey, just keep talking, keep chatting.

If I say a few more words, I can leave.

Fu Qinghai sneered inwardly and said:

“You’re a bit too self-important, Tarasin. I can come and go as I please in your tomb world. But before I leave this time, I’ll give you a parting gift.”

After he finished speaking, a box popped up in Fu Qinghai's vision asking "Confirm detonation?" He selected "Confirm," and then felt a faint vibration in his feet.

Tarasin clearly sensed it too.

After about two seconds of stunned silence.

He looked at Fu Qinghai and his tone changed drastically:

"What the hell did you do?!"

His voice was filled with exasperation.

Fu Qinghai carefully selected the booths where he would install remote-controlled thermal bombs. If he were just releasing a few orc boys who would be dealt with by the Netherworld Construct in no time, it would be meaningless. The exhibits that Fu Qinghai chose all had one thing in common—extremely strong destructive power, strong enough to trigger a chain reaction that would lead to the destruction of more booths and the release of more exhibits.

Three Imperial Guards, an ancient orc, an avatar of Kane, a brooding Katachan demon, and a complete Hrud lair were the parting gifts Fu Qinghai prepared for Tarasin. Although he couldn't expect these escaped exhibits to demolish the entire museum, they were enough to give Tarasin a good thrashing, or at least cause him considerable trouble.

[In the Warhammer 40K universe, the major storyline event, the Second Black Crusade, has concluded, with the Imperium of Man emerging victorious!]

[Start calculating assimilation point rewards...]

[The current cycle of reincarnation has ended. You are preparing to enter the next cycle. Please select items within your control or acquired abilities as soon as possible to begin assimilation.]

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[The remains of a ghostly craftsman]

[Emperor's Son Gene Seed]

"goodbye!"

Fu Qinghai looked at Tarasin and smiled.

The next second, his body turned into white light and disappeared.

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The Star Wars canon universe.

Outer ring area, Mandalorian.

A single dormitory room at an imperial military base.

With a flash of white light, Fu Qinghai reappeared beside his dormitory bed, this time carrying a white briefcase and a power knife and a chainsaw sword at his waist.

The last major storyline event in the Warhammer 40K universe... was Abaddon's Second Black Crusade?
Fu Qinghai stood there, lost in thought.

He had originally predicted that the next major plot event would be the rise of Terra and the Apostolic Age, but he forgot about this one—Abaddon's Thirteen Black Crusades.

From 31K to 41K, the Black Legion launched thirteen Black Crusades over ten thousand years, of which only three are relatively famous: the first Black Crusade opened the passage from the Eye of Terror to the real universe, and Abaddon obtained the demon sword Draconion; the twelfth Black Crusade, also known as the Gothic War, saw Abaddon obtain Blackrock Fortress; and the thirteenth Black Crusade resulted in the fall of Kadia and the opening of the Great Rift.

Aside from these three more famous expeditions, in Fu Qinghai's memory, the Chaos War General achieved virtually no significant results in the remaining ten Black Expeditions; they were either minor skirmishes or ended in defeat. However, according to the latest official novel setting, the Chaos War General's first twelve Black Expeditions were actually preparations for the thirteenth Black Expedition. Although the expeditions appeared to be failures and defeats, they actually achieved the results he desired.

Take, for example, the second Black Crusade.

According to the early original novels, Abaddon led the Black Legion in their first attempt to attack the Gate of Cardia, but they suffered heavy losses and crashed into the strongest fortress of the human empire, ultimately having to retreat to the Eye of Terror in disgrace.

However, according to later additions in the original novel, Abaddon's attack on Cardia with the Black Legion was actually a feint, intended to conceal his true purpose: to send a branch force to bypass the Imperial defenses and arrive in the Billis-Carona system to release a demon and awaken a curse.

They also destroyed some black stone obelisks.

In Fu Qinghai's view, this last point was probably the most important, since the destruction of the Black Stone Obelisk was the real reason that directly caused the Great Rift to open.

My previous judgment was wrong; I missed ten obscure Black Crusades. If all of them are included, the major storyline events in the Warhammer 40K universe may be more frequent than I imagined, and the time span between two major storyline events may not be as exaggerated as a thousand years, but at most a few hundred years.

Fu Qinghai rubbed his chin and thought to himself.

However, analyzing all of this now is pointless. He's been imprisoned in the museum by Talathin, and to thwart the Black Crusade, he first needs to find a way out. Besides, Abaddon has already obtained Draconion, that cursed sword known as the bane of humans; it's best to avoid its edge until he's absolutely certain of victory.

Fu Qinghai pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion.

Just then, deep in his mind...

Three cold voices rang out once again.

Welcome to the main universe of reincarnation, the Star Wars canon universe - SSS-level.

[Automatic loading of skills: Basic language proficiency (including proficiency in the Oribesh language)]

[Automatically continue your faction selection - Rebel Alliance faction storyline]

This time there is no gap between reincarnations.

A new major storyline event has begun.

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