Chapter 98 Mad Lich's Experimental Log

"Pfft."

Fu Qinghai spat out the wet leaves in his mouth and got out of a bush.

The sky was already slightly bright, but the forest was still foggy, and there were still water drops on the branches and leaves. Fu Qinghai had to wade through this dense and lush vegetation, and his whole body was wet. His black hair and linen robe were wet and stuck to his body.

Fu Qinghai carried a large leather bag on his shoulder, which was the spoils seized from the wild orcs. It was used to hold the fragments of his power armor and Hall Kemp's servo skull.

The thin old man Hu Xian followed behind Fu Qinghai and walked along the path opened up by this two-meter-tall guy.

He also carried a huge leather bag with the bodies of five Squiggs in it.

The old man still couldn't forget the taste of mushroom soup.

Fu Qinghai climbed up a huge rock on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. He looked at the rising sun and the vast forest. Fu Qinghai smacked his lips and looked embarrassed.

There is a saying that if you look at the mountain, you will die. This is not looking at the mountain, but looking at the sky.

The aurora in the night sky appears in this direction. It is daytime now and the aurora cannot be seen. Fu Qinghai is not sure where it is.

Old man Hu Xian stood next to him, also looking into the distance, and asked:

"Is that aurora a mirage or some other natural phenomenon?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said:

"If I hadn't found the murals in the ruins, I wouldn't have thought about the Necrons, but now, with many clues pointing to the Necrons, this green aurora seems very suspicious."

Fu Qinghai remembered the black stone pot that old man Hu Xian used to cook Squig soup.

Fu Qinghai didn't know whether the killing intention fluctuations of old man Hu Xian were considered psychic energy and magic, but he knew that black stone was not an anti-psychic metal like phase iron. Black stone was a mineral substance of unknown composition that existed naturally in the real universe, but it was also closely related to the subspace.

Black stone had to be made into a black stone structure before it could have the ability to control psychic energy. A simple unprocessed black stone was just a hard and dense ordinary stone.

Note that what is being said here is control. Black stone is like a psychic magnet with positive and negative poles, which means that the structure of black stone can suppress psychic energy and enhance psychic energy, rather than simply prohibiting magic.

The relic technology phase iron mentioned above is not used to prevent psychic reactions from occurring or prohibit the use of magic, but is processed by the judges of the Imperial Inquisition as handcuffs, leg irons and iron collars to imprison psychics. Phase iron cannot prevent psychics from using psychic energy, but once psychics use psychic energy, these metals will melt and penetrate into the skin and flesh of psychics, causing the death of psychics.

The human empire and the Necrons often choose to use the black stone structures to suppress the psychic properties. Of course, the empire is the kind that knows the result but not the reason, and can only use the ready-made black stone structures that the Necrons have built in ancient times, such as the black stone obelisk on the planet of Cadian Fortress in later generations.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai turned his head and asked:

"Uncle, where did you get that pot from? Did you process it yourself?"

In Fu Qinghai's impression, black stone can be processed and constructed, but its strength is very high and its structure is dense. The Necrons use black stone as building materials and ship materials, and its hardness is stronger than the living metal of the Necrons.

Otherwise, the dead three-meter-tall orc would not use black stone to make an axe.

Old man Hu Xian said: "It was picked up in the forest. The original shape is a bit like a pot. I roughly processed it and used a lightsaber."

Using a lightsaber... Fu Qinghai understood.

It is indeed a lightsaber that cuts everything.

Fu Qinghai figured it all out, and then looked at the endless ridges and forests around him, frowning.

Old man Hu Xian saw Fu Qinghai's difficulties and suggested:

"Why don't we wait until night, when the aurora appears, we can determine the direction."

Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly and said, "What if the aurora doesn't appear tonight? That thing doesn't appear every day."

Fu Qinghai jumped off the huge rock on the top of the mountain and jumped into the dense bushes. A voice came from the branches below:

"Let's go, uncle, explore further ahead."

...

Fu Qinghai's decision was right. Going forward, the lush vegetation began to gradually become sparse, and exposed black stones began to gradually appear on the surface, scattered here and there, the big ones were half buried in the soil, and the small ones were directly scattered on the grass in the forest.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian no longer needed the guidance of the green aurora at night, but walked in the direction of the increasing number of black stones. Finally, after pushing aside a large leaf that blocked their view...

A tall black obelisk appeared in front of the two.

"Hmm..." The old man and the young man looked up at the same time.

"It's so big."

"It's so high."

A huge black obelisk as tall as thirty or forty floors.

Erosion, rain, endless years and changing natural disasters have left indelible marks on this black stone obelisk. The edges are no longer sharp and the carvings have been smoothed.

But it still stands here.

This obelisk is a typical black stone structure.

It can be seen that black stone creations are very huge. Even with advanced technology like the Necrons, they do not have the ability to turn black stone structures into small weapons.

Fu Qinghai suspected that old man Hu Xian could not even activate the murderous intention wave near this obelisk.

Of course, it's just suspicion. Firstly, Fu Qinghai doesn't know whether the wave of murderous intention is considered psychic power. Secondly, given the state of indistinguishability between friend and foe after old man Hu Xian turns on the wave of murderous intention, it's better not to experiment.

Fu Qinghai stared at the carvings on the black obelisk. They were densely packed and complicated words composed of three symbolic elements: circles, semicircles, and long and short straight lines.

Although Fu Qinghai couldn't understand it, Fu Qinghai was 100% sure now.

This is the creation of the Necron.

Necrons, who are they?

Nicknamed Mechanical Spare Ribs, Space Tomb King, and Flying Mummy, they are the only race in Warhammer 40K whose entire population has achieved "weak flesh and blood, but mechanical ascension", which is the technological ceiling in the Warhammer 40K universe.

Master technologies such as dimensional pockets, inertial navigation, brilliant star maps, world engines, Gaussian weapons, Tesla weapons, super-phase weapons, etc...

Describe the physical technology of the Necrons in one sentence——

Advanced as magic, more magic than magic.

The Necrons are an ancient race from the same era as the Ancient Saints. Their predecessors were a technologically advanced but very short-lived biological race - the Necrontyr. Because its birthplace was a highly toxic radiation star, the Necrontyr's genes were engraved with short-lived life. This race is afraid of death and worships death. Its cultural style contains a lot of death imagery and symbols: tombs, pyramids, coffins, etc.

Later, because they coveted the secret of the Ancient Saint's eternal life and wanted to maintain the unity and balance within the huge territory through the external contradiction of war, the Necrontyr and the Ancient Saint fought a war, which was the War in Heaven. The Necrontyr was born in the subspace. The ancient saint, the energy manipulator, pressed against the ground and rubbed against him. No matter how advanced the technology was, he could not defeat him. Later, he was bewitched by a powerful physical being called the "Star God". The Council of the Three Saints of the Necrontyr decided to perform a biological transformation ritual on the entire clan. His body turned into living metal, his consciousness turned into data, and he became a soulless Necron.

In this process, the Necrontyr did gain the eternal life he dreamed of, but his souls were also devoured by the Star Gods.

After the entire race was reincarnated, the Necrons' strength increased greatly. With the help of the Star Gods, they wiped out the Old Saints. However, the Necrons, who felt that they had been tricked by the Star Gods, later turned back and defeated all the Star Gods. It was said that the Star God was the embodiment of the laws of reality and could not be killed, so the Necrons imprisoned the fragments of the Star God as their own tools, weapons and eternal energy.

After fighting the Battle of Heaven and defeating the Star Gods, the Necrons were already severely wounded and riddled with holes. At this moment, the servant races created by the Old Ones to help fight the war, the Aeldari and the Orcs, were thriving. During the rising period, the Necrons, who predicted the eventual demise of the Eldar Empire, decided to collectively sleep for tens of millions of years and wake up after tens of millions of years. Anyway, all their people would live forever and use their time to defeat their enemies.

"The above is the origin of the Necrons."

Fu Qinghai turned to old man Hu Xian and said, "Uncle, do you understand?"

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said: "I understand, the story of a tragic race... So why do we come here?"

Fu Qinghai pondered for a while, organized his words, and said:

"First of all, the location of the ruins has been exposed to the orcs. We can't stay there for a long time. Secondly... uncle, think about it, why did you come to the Warhammer 40K universe? Is it to stay here all the time?" Are you just eating and waiting to die on the wild planet? You want to find a way to restrain the fluctuations of murderous intent, and I want to leave here and return to the human empire. We always have to find a way. I think this tomb of the Necrons is one Chance!"

Old man Hu Xian touched the beard on his chin, nodded, and agreed with Fu Qinghai's statement.

In fact, it was Fu Qinghai's idea to explore the tomb of the Necrons, because old man Hu Xian only needs to drop the anchor of the world again after the next reincarnation world opens, and he will naturally leave the Warhammer 40K universe, and of course Then he could leave this wild alien planet, but it was Fu Qinghai who was stuck here all the time.

Generally speaking, the Necron technology is so advanced. In order to protect themselves and their tombs from being invaded during tens of millions of years of slumber, the Necron protection of the tombs must be rigorous and thorough. Explore the Necron The tomb is an act of courting death with no return, but now that Fu Qinghai has observed it, there is a reason why he dares to make such a death decision:

Many Necron tomb worlds are located on planets. Before they themselves awakened, other racial civilizations had developed on the planets over the long years. These civilizations did not know that the planet they were on was a Necron tomb world. ,Why?

Because those Necron dynasties that are truly wealthy and technologically advanced will directly put the entire tomb world into a dimensional pocket, which is very hidden.

The tomb world that Fu Qinghai is currently in not only has obvious black stone creations, but also obvious bugs and phenomena such as green aurora appear at night. Doesn't this clearly remind others that there is a problem here?

Fu Qinghai guessed that either it was because this tomb world did not belong to a powerful Necron dynasty. It was not a top Necron dynasty like the Sotec Dynasty, the Mephlite Dynasty, and the Menek Dynasty. It was just a third-rate Necron Dynasty. Spirit Dynasty.

Or, under the scouring and baptism of tens of thousands of years, during the movement of various geological plates and the outbreak of natural disasters, part of this tomb world was destroyed, and a trace of strange phenomena seemed to be revealed.

The latter is also very common. For example, the Amnosian Dynasty was burned down by an explosion of a stellar solar flare. There are many tomb worlds and Necron Dynasties that were destroyed over tens of millions of years. While sleeping, he was inexplicably destroyed by a cosmic natural disaster.

With these two premises, the temptation of necromantic technology is a sufficient condition, and finding a way to leave the planet is a necessary condition. It is both sufficient and necessary. It would be unreasonable for Fu Qinghai not to come and explore it.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian circled around the black stone obelisk and found no gaps. Although the entire obelisk was damaged, it was still intact. I really don't know how the Necrons processed it.

The two had no choice but to cook on the fire to fill their stomachs.

Night fell quietly.

Fu Qinghai sat on an exposed irregular black stone, set up a barbecue grill with tree branches, put a biting squirrel with sharp teeth and a big mouth on a wooden stick and rotated it for barbecue.

The aroma of roasted mushrooms spread, reminding Fu Qinghai of the butter mushrooms he ate in a barbecue restaurant in his previous life.

Old man Hu Xian was sitting cross-legged on the ground, leisurely waiting for Fu Qinghai's barbecue work. Suddenly, the old man thought about it and raised his head to look.

"Qingshan, look, that green aurora appears again."

Hu Xian pointed to the green light curtain above his head, which was constantly floating and changing in the night sky.

Fu Qinghai quickly stood up and looked up at the aurora.

His gaze extended from the top of the green light curtain to the end closest to the ground. Then, Fu Qinghai saw that the entire aurora was emitted from a crack in the ground in the distance.

"Walk!"

Fu Qinghai ran towards that direction without saying a word.

"Wait a moment."

Old man Hu Xian pulled two fat squirrel hind legs from the barbecue grill and followed them quickly.

Fu Qinghai came to this crack on the surface. It was a huge irregular black stone without any Necron glyphs on it.

The green light emanates from this gap, forming an aurora light curtain in the night sky.

Fu Qinghai squatted in front of this thin and long crack and observed it carefully.

Old man Hu Xian held a squirrel hind leg in one hand, tearing it and chewing it while walking slowly over.

Fu Qinghai tried to open the crack with his hands, but found that his fingers couldn't get in, so he raised his head and looked at old man Hu Xian and said:

"uncle."

Old man Hu Xian put the Scurge's hind leg held in his right hand into his mouth, nodded, wiped his oily palm on his robe, and took out a silver lightsaber hilt from his robe. .

At this moment, Fu Qinghai felt a little sympathetic to the lightsaber.

"Chirp buzz——"

The light green lightsaber extended out. Old man Hu Xian held the lightsaber with his backhand and thrust it down hard.

A subtle burning sound of "hissing..." sounded, and the dark stone began to glow red, hot and melt. The force condensed + plasma beam slowly cut open the solid black stone.

Old man Hu Xian spent a lot of effort and ate both hind legs before cutting a round hole out of the entire irregular black stone.

Fu Qinghai patted the old man Hu Xian on the shoulder: "Thank you, uncle, does your lightsaber still have enough energy?"

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "I still have spare batteries, so I'm not afraid."

Under the round hole, there was a green light, and nothing could be seen.

Looking at the green light under his feet, Fu Qinghai gritted his teeth, his heart pounded, he pulled out the corrugated steel sword, jumped up and jumped down.

Suddenly, the whole person was engulfed in light and disappeared.

Old man Hu Xian patted the remaining meat scraps in his hand, lit up his lightsaber again, and jumped down.

…

"Crack."

The light disappeared, his vision returned, and Fu Qinghai's feet landed on a flat stone floor.

Quickly observing the surrounding environment, this is a dark stone tunnel.

There are green light strips with straight lines and complex shapes on the walls of the corridor, providing a slight light source for this dark corridor.

"Crack."

Old man Hu Xian also fell down.

Fu Qinghai bowed carefully and walked deeper into the corridor.

This passage was winding and branching, like a maze. From time to time, Fu Qinghai saw collapsed stones blocking the path. In these collapsed places, the green light strips on the stone walls were also extinguished.

"We're probably no longer on this planet."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice while groping.

The judgment of direction and position in Fu Qinghai's mind has not disappeared. If he was still on the planet, he would have walked out of the surface by now.

Old man Hu Xian nodded and said, "Is this the pocket dimension you call it?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head and said, "I've only heard about it, I've never seen it."

Whenever he encounters a fork in the road, Fu Qinghai's method is to let old man Hu Xian use his intuition to judge which path to take.

This is not a blind choice, this is called "letting the force guide us".

After turning another fork in the road, Fu Qinghai was walking in the dark and quiet corridor. Suddenly, a subtle sound of "click, click, click, click" reached his ears.

Fu Qinghai stopped and listened.

It was as if the arthropods of some insect were tapping the ground.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian looked at each other, lowered their steps, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Behind a collapsed stone, there were three metal beetles slightly larger than the fist of a space warrior. The mechanical compound eyes emitted the faint green light unique to the Necrons, and they were using their multi-legged mechanical appendages and claws to dig at the collapsed rubble.

The underworld scarab.

The lowest level of unintelligent mechanical servants in the tomb of the Necrons, with the abnormal ability to decompose matter into energy and then reshape it into matter, is the cornerstone of the construction, production, and casting of the Necrons.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"Kill them."

The green lightsaber was waving, and the three underworld scarabs had just floated up when they were killed by old man Hu Xian with a few swords.

Fu Qinghai went over to check, and the three underworld scarabs died very cleanly, and their entire bodies were melted by the lightsaber.

Fu Qinghai picked up a scarab and looked at the black metal shells. These shells were like jewels, and they were inlaid with dark green silk threads that outlined geometric circuit diagrams.

This is the aesthetic style of the Necrons, which is in sharp contrast to the cold and hard Gothic punk style of the Human Empire. The dark sci-fi tomb style belongs to it.

In the Necrons' tombs, the Necromancer scarabs patrol in groups, looking for systems that need repair and invaders that need to be eliminated.

Fu Qinghai picked up the remains of the three Necromancer scarabs, put them in his arms, and said to the old man Hu Xian:

"Uncle, remember to leave one for me when you encounter this thing again."

These are all treasures. The technology that leaked out of the Necrons' fingernails is enough for the Mechanicus to study for a thousand years, and they may not be able to study it clearly.

Old man Hu Xian nodded and asked, "Have they discovered us?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and whispered:

"They should have discovered us. The data thinking of the underworld scarab and the entire tomb is connected to the Internet, but I don't know if our invasion is enough to wake up the tomb owner."

It depends on the tomb maintenance system's classification of the danger level of the two people.

The two continued to move forward in the corridor.

In the empty corridor, suddenly, old man Hu Xian seemed to have a feeling and suddenly swung the green lightsaber.

"Sizzle..."

Dazzling sparks flew everywhere, and a mechanical structure more than two meters high fell at the feet of the two.

The scorpion-shaped dark green fuselage, with two rows of sharp and slender mechanical limbs on both sides of the body, and a long iron-gray thorny tail under the body, the whole body has been cut in half by the lightsaber.

Fu Qinghai recognized that this was the underworld ghost, a tomb maintainer at a higher level than the underworld scarab.

Old man Hu Xian reached out and touched the wall on the side, and said in surprise: "There are no gaps or mechanisms. How did it appear? Wall-penetration? Is this some kind of magic?"

If old man Hu Xian had not followed the warning of the Force in his heart, he would have been fooled by this thing just now.

Fu Qinghai squatted down to check the remains of the ghost of the underworld worker, shook his head and explained:

"No, it's not magic, it's super-phase technology."

The ghost of the underworld worker is also an automatic mechanical body. Its core equipment is a phase shifter, a cross-dimensional unstable matrix, which can allow the ghost of the underworld worker to change its phase state in time and space at will.

The space necron who mastered the living metal, all the creations are additively manufactured like 3D printing, and they are seamlessly integrated without leaving any gaps. Normally, the mechanical creations of the human empire need to reserve openings for inspection, maintenance and upgrading, while the creations of the space necron are all seamless. What should they do when they encounter internal damage and need to be repaired? The ghost of the underworld worker uses super-phase technology to penetrate the wall into the interior of the mechanical structure, and then penetrate the wall after repairing it.

It's so awesome.

The Ghost of the Underworld was too big for Fu Qinghai to carry, otherwise he would not want to let go of this precious wreckage.

The Underworld Scarab and the Ghost of the Underworld, these low-level mechanical bodies, did not have the rebirth protocol loaded on them, otherwise there would be a scene that would terrify the imperial army in later generations: the living metal of the necromancer warriors who had been destroyed and fell to the ground slowly crawled and healed, and slowly stood up again.

(Author: Terminator T1000 copied it)

Finally, Fu Qinghai carried the Squig leather bag with three Underworld Scarab wreckage in one hand, and dragged the long tail of the Ghost of the Underworld with the other hand, dragging it forward.

Just refused to give up anything.

As Fu Qinghai dragged, the sharp limbs of the Ghost of the Underworld scraped a harsh sound on the stone floor, but Fu Qinghai didn't care, anyway, it would have been alarmed long ago.

I just came in, so what?

There is a reason why Fu Qinghai dared to be so arrogant.

Along the way, many situations made Fu Qinghai have more judgments.

In the original novel of Space Necromancer, the underworld scarabs often move in groups of hundreds or thousands, and there are many collapsed and damaged places in the tomb, but no underworld scarabs go to repair them. In the only place, there are only three scarabs repairing it. After walking for a long time, they met a ghost of underworld.

The situation of this tomb world may be worse than Fu Qinghai imagined at first.

Finally, the two came to a closed black stone gate and reached a dead end.

There are dense and exquisite dark green carvings on the black stone gate. A closer look seems to contain mysterious logic and connection, as if it is some kind of circuit, or some kind of password lock.

Fu Qinghai doesn't care about the password lock, and turned to look at old man Hu Xian.

Without saying a word, old man Hu Xian lit up his lightsaber and cut through the door.

Have you ever seen a Jedi warrior who, after boarding an enemy warship, encounters a closed hatch and still laboriously presses the password?

The black stone door lit up with hot red incisions.

Soon old man Hu Xian cut a crooked and irregular arch.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai kicked open the black stone door and stepped into the space behind it.

The Black Stone Gate collapsed to the ground, and what appeared in front of Fu Qinghai's eyes was a small closed room.

There were all kinds of Necron-style devices inside that Fu Qinghai didn't recognize.

There are high and low cylindrical platforms, with scales like balances on them, endless things like astrology, thick and thin tubes, and various polyhedron-like Rubik's cubes and puzzle boxes.

Although Fu Qinghai didn't recognize any of these instruments.

But based on the intuition of a scientific researcher.

This intuition told Fu Qinghai.

This is a laboratory.

Old man Hu Xian held a lightsaber in his hand, looked around, and was cautiously on guard.

None of these strange and exquisite experimental instruments attracted Fu Qinghai's attention. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a piece of fabric on the metal floor.

It was a piece of dark red broken textile with fine lines on it, which looked out of place with the surrounding Necron creations. It was more like some kind of superhero tights material.

Fu Qinghai knew that the Necrons did not need to wear clothes. Even if some Necron Overlords and Necromancers needed to show off, they directly used living metal to simulate the appearance of cloaks, ribbons or robes. In the world of Necron, there is no need to wear clothes. Textiles will and should not be present.

Fu Qinghai looked at this dark red piece of tattered cloth and remembered a sentence he had read in his previous life:

The official national archaeological team is most afraid of seeing zombies after going to the tomb, but plastic bottles.

The discovery of plastic bottles indicates that the tomb has been visited by tomb robbers.

Fu Qinghai was in a complicated mood at the moment. He raised his eyes and looked at the other equipment in the laboratory again.

Something emitting light attracted his attention again.

Fu Qinghai breathed softly, released the hand holding the ghost ghost's tail, carried a bag of remains of the scarab beetle, and walked quietly to a column platform.

There was a square box quietly placed on the table. Inside was a fist-sized round bead that slowly emitted green light.

Fu Qinghai stared closely at the green bead, and the "Tony Stark Electronic Soul Backup" in his mind frantically analyzed it.

He still didn't know what it was, but Fu Qinghai found what looked like a switch. He reached out and lightly touched a small spot on the box.

The green beads bloomed upward with soft light, and a lifelike holographic three-dimensional projection appeared in the light.

In the projection, the face of a Necron appeared.

This is a dark iron-colored skull-shaped metal long face inlaid with a single green eye. There are two Ultraman Taro-like metal decorations on the top of his head. He is holding a huge blue staff-like metal long stick. .

This is a tomb technician.

Fu Qinghai made an instant judgment, which matched the identity of the laboratory owner.

Tomb technicians, technical experts and engineers of the Necron, have a higher status than most Necron units, such as Necron Warriors, Immortals, and Destroyers, but lower than the true Necron nobles, such as Necron Lords , Necromancer Overlord, Necromancer King, etc.

Necrontyr society was originally a hierarchical, rigid and conservative society. After being transformed into Necron, only a part of the middle and upper class retained their personality and consciousness completely, while the rest, such as civilians, infants and young children, were transformed into Cannon fodder without self-awareness - that is, the undead warriors.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician was talking to the camera.

Fu Qinghai couldn't understand a word.

But he was very confused.

Because as far as he knows, the Necrons' brains are various thinking pipelines and computing cores. They don't need to record anything through holographic projection like humans do experiments. They just need to remember it in their minds. The Necrons can only and Other races will use sounders when talking to each other. Necrons communicate with each other. With a pair of four eyepieces, information can be transmitted point-to-point.

Fu Qinghai did not say anything, but continued to watch the holographic projection patiently. Although he could not understand the language of the Necron, he could make a preliminary analysis and judgment based on the content of the projection.

If Fu Qinghai could understand the language of the Necrons, he would be able to understand at this moment that the tomb technician is saying to the camera:

"What a shame, the 450th experiment failed again. I still can't replicate this magical particle."

"My head is dizzy, and many previous knowledge memories have become blurred. This feeling is very painful. I don't know whether it is because of early awakening or because my memory data path has been dormant for a long time. It was damaged. All in all, this feeling gave me a headache.”

"Yes, headache. Since the biological transformation, I have almost never felt this feeling called headache again."

"Now, I have to use holographic emeralds to record my experimental process, just like those ridiculous flesh and blood races, because I am afraid that the precious experimental data will be annihilated in the short-circuited damaged thinking tube like my ancient memories. Luli.”

"Okay, now, the... 451st? Or was it the 449th experiment? Okay, the 448th experiment, let's start..."

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and frowned.

He found that in the holographic projection, this Necromancer tomb technician was repeating the same experimental operation over and over again, and obtained the same experimental results, but he kept repeating the operation and even said the same thing about the experimental conclusion.

What's going on? Is this how the experiment is done? Why does it look like his brain is not working well.

Could it be...Fu Qinghai thought.

During the tens of millions of years of long hibernation of the Necromancer, not only will the tomb world be damaged, but the Necromancer's own data thinking will also be damaged to varying degrees. Not only civilians, soldiers and tomb technicians, but even some Necromancer overlords and the emperor's thinking pipelines have been damaged.

For example, there is a Necron Overlord who always thinks that he is still a Necrontyr, and no matter what race he goes to war with, he regards it as a civil war between Necrontyr dynasties, so he must follow the rules of honor, fight in close combat, respect his opponents, show his warrior honor, and cannot use long-range sniper arms such as Death Mark.

Some Necron dynasties have collectively damaged their thinking data, and even developed a virus program called "Flayer Curse".

Fu Qinghai probably figured it out and continued to read on.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician finally realized that he was doing useless work by replaying the experimental process. The camera pulled and turned and came to a human who was tied up and imprisoned in a metal coffin.

Oh my... Fu Qinghai recognized the tight uniform worn by this human at a glance.

Dark red and silver jumpsuit, silver metal helmet, two large red eyepieces on it, and a small antenna on the side of the ear.

Who else is this if not Ant-Man?

Ah~ So that's it... Fu Qinghai has already understood it in his heart without having to understand what the tomb technician is saying.

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician continued to chatter:

"I know, this thing is called human. Before we decided to hibernate, it was still a low-level primate that could only walk upright. Now it can use such magical particles. It's really amazing."

"When I received the intrusion alarm of the central maintenance system of the tomb and was urgently awakened, I took the seven immortals who were temporarily awakened by me and searched the entire tomb, but couldn't find the invader."

"I even planned to ignore the awakening protocol of the Resurrection Council and forcibly awaken more dead soldiers."

Fu Qinghai didn't notice that while he was concentrating on watching the projection of the holographic emerald, a hidden and inconspicuous holographic recording device in the corner of the laboratory room was also quietly observing him.

"I didn't expect that this guy, while hiding, triggered the Tesla device outside the stasis field and was electrocuted out of his original form, haha."

"It's amazing. A creature four cubits tall can shrink into a dot smaller than the gap in the Black Stone Gate. I wonder how he broke through the defense of the tomb and entered the laboratory... And my calculation program can infer that this may not be the limit of this particle. It seems that there are secrets of traveling through time and quantum tunnels. What kind of magical technology is this that even we Necrons don't have it."

Pym particles.

Fu Qinghai looked at the glass tube in the hand of the tomb technician, which contained a flowing dark red liquid.

This thing has appeared many times in the Avengers movie.

"It took me a lot of effort to capture this little guy alive. The Immortal's particle cannon and double-barreled Gauss blaster almost tore down my entire tomb. I was so angry that all the sub-processes in my thinking pipeline were mixed together. Oh!"

"...Finally, finally, the 5,791st experiment ended. At the last moment when the raw materials were exhausted, I finally got a crude imitation of this particle."

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician raised a small gadget in his hand. It was a strange-looking small pistol-like thing.

"I still can't completely copy this particle. I even suspect that this particle is not a product of this universe and this dimension at all. In particular, my damaged knowledge memory path has seriously interfered with my analytical calculation process. Hey, why did I run out of raw materials? I should leave some and ask Lord Orrickan. Maybe he will have some better opinions or insights..."

In the holographic projection, the tomb technician couldn't put it down and played with the finished product of the experiment in his hand. It was a strange small pistol with a needle-like muzzle and a tube of light red liquid behind the gun.

Looking at the image in the holographic projection, Fu Qinghai's eyes slowly moved away from the green bead and looked at the wall on the left hand side, where there was a square groove with the small pistol floating in it.

Fu Qinghai no longer saw the reincarnation in the Ant-Man uniform in the holographic projection, and he might have been disposed of as experimental waste by the Underworld Scarab.

But the small pistol was still there.

Fu Qinghai stared at the small pistol floating in the groove of the wall with burning eyes.

It was a stasis force field, which was one of the few time and space stasis technologies mastered by the Human Empire and the Necrons.

Of course, for the Necrons, this is a cheap technology that is common in the streets and can be found in every tomb world. But for the human empire, it is a relatively rare and high-end technology. The body of Robert Guilliman, who was dying but not dead after Fulgrim cut his throat, was preserved in the stasis field by the Ultramarines.

The holographic projection continued to play.

"No, there are more and more fragmented information in the program process in my mind. Various emerging memories of my life are mixed with my experimental data. No, I have to go back to sleep, otherwise the computing core will burn out."

As soon as the words were finished, the projection went out.

Suddenly, at this moment, in the entire laboratory, all the green light strips on the walls turned into dazzling red, and an inexplicable alarm sounded in the room.

Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian were both stunned, and then they saw that the metal wall in front of them slowly slid down, and a team of fully armed metal skeletons, holding double-barreled Gauss blasters and thick particle cannons in their hands, with dazzling green light in their eyes, appeared in front of the two.

A generous...gift...crab!

Fu Qinghai shouted, "Get out of the way!"

He rolled over and dodged behind the cylindrical platform.

"Biu——"

Two thick green beams flashed by, and the entire experimental cylindrical platform, along with the instruments and equipment on it, were instantly decomposed and peeled off under the green beams, and gradually dissipated.

Old man Hu Xian also evaded a Gaussian decomposition beam with a flexible side roll, and before the next beam came, he waved his sword to block it!

"Biu!"

The green beam was actually bounced back, peeling off a large piece of the chest armor of a Space Necromancer Immortal in the front row.

But it began to heal slowly again.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the minds of Fu Qinghai and Hu Xian at the same time:

[Prepare to start a new round of reincarnation. Please choose the items within your control or the superpowers you have already obtained as soon as possible to start assimilation]

[Available options]

[Superpower: Force (Jedi Apprentice Stage)]

[Item: Squig Leather X1]

[Item: Underworld Scarab (severely damaged) X3]

[Item: Hall Camp's Servo Skull X1]

Fu Qinghai kept holding the leather bag while rolling and dodging.

Compared with old man Hu Xian, who was proficient in the fourth style of swordsmanship and could use lightsabers to counterattack from time to time, Fu Qinghai was much more embarrassed. He rolled around on the cylindrical tables in the laboratory to avoid the attacks of the immortals.

Not enough, not enough!

Fu Qinghai shouted in his heart that the remains of three underworld scarabs alone were not worth the many assimilation points he had accumulated.

Fu Qinghai suddenly had an idea and hid behind the box containing green beads.

Sure enough, the immortals pointed their guns at this side and showed obvious hesitation.

Hehe, your precious experimental data is recorded here, can you bear to destroy it?

Fu Qinghai laughed in his heart.

[Countdown, 10, 9, 8...]

The reincarnation world is already urging.

Unexpectedly, the immortals hesitated for only a second, as if they received some instructions, and suddenly pulled the trigger again.

Damn!

Fu Qinghai dodged again, and the cylindrical platform exploded behind him, dissipating and disintegrating.

[5, 4, 3...]

Fu Qinghai rolled to the groove in the wall and grabbed the small pistol inside.

The Necromancer immortals hesitated again.

Just now it was experimental data, and now it is experimental results.

Maybe in their set process priority, this small pistol is ranked very high.

Fu Qinghai reached into the stasis field, and the skin and flesh on his palm were quickly peeled off by the small Tesla device wrapped around the force field, but the pale bone claw still fished the small pistol out of it.

"Snap!"

The other hand held the small pistol firmly in the palm of his hand.

Now the immortals dared not fire.

[...2, 1, confirm the choice, Force (Jedi Apprentice Stage), Underworld Scarab (severely damaged) x3, Hall Camp's Servo Skull x1, Pym Ray Pistol x1]

[Begin Assimilation]

The immortals and Fu Qinghai stared at each other and froze in place.

[Assimilation Completed]

[About to enter the next reincarnation world, countdown, 10, 9, 8...]

"Ah..." A deep sigh sounded in the darkness behind the immortals.

A low Gothic voice with a rough electronic sound came from the darkness:

"Let me see, which naughty little guy broke into my mausoleum and disturbed my sleep."

The faint green eye lit up in the darkness, and the figure of a tall tomb technician appeared behind the immortals.

The next second, a white light flashed, and Fu Qinghai and old man Hu Xian disappeared together.

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Thanks to the three book friends, Heart of the Burning Sun, Invasion Like Fire and Thunder, and Love Rainy Days for their rewards.

The chapter title pays tribute to an online article.

Super-phase technology can actually be translated into phase technology, but I am afraid that it will be confused with the phase iron mentioned in the previous article. In the future, this type of weapon of the Necrons will be collectively referred to as "super-phase XX weapon".

Cubit, the unit of length of the Necrons, is approximately equal to 45 cm.