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"Space Marines?"

Adlard looked at his daughter in disbelief.

She repeated what she had just said.

"Yes."

Saramand nodded affirmatively.

"Do you know what the word 'Space Marine' means, Sarah? The Lord of Mankind created Space Marines to slaughter all non-human races and other humans who are unwilling to submit to him. The first reaction of the Space Marines when they see you is to raise their bolters and chainsaw swords."

Edrad said seriously.

"I've been through war, Dad."

Saramand sighed helplessly.

She had to remind her father that she was not an ordinary Eldar civilian who had never set foot outside the Craft World. On the contrary, she had personally experienced the largest and most deadly rebellion in the history of the Human Empire.

The Horus Heresy.

"If that's the case, then why are you doing this?"

Edrad asked, spreading his palms.

"He's not like other Space Marines."

Saramand looked at his father and said seriously.

"Ha, ha... that's different."

Edrad shook his head and sighed:

"I have studied the process of transforming Space Marines. The Lord of Mankind designed the process to be seamless and interlocking, just to avoid the so-called 'difference' that you mentioned."

"I know that."

Sarah Mander still insisted:

"But he's just different."

"Well, well, my daughter."

There was nothing that Edrad could do.

He even complained in his heart: Is every howling banshee as stubborn and obstinate as Sarah Mand?

Of course, considering that this howling banshee is his own daughter, he can only think about this in his heart.

I won't really say it out loud.

He took the amulet and held it in his hand before heading to the divination room. After hearing what Saramand said, Edrad was actually a little curious himself, wondering what exactly was so different about that Space Marine, and what kind of qualities could make his daughter so obsessed with a human being.

So the Prophet decided to take his daughter's request seriously.

The Eldar prophet came to his divination room and slowly knelt on the divination table. This was a spirit bone room with mirrored walls. Edrad opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the mirror. No lighting was needed, the soft emerald green light flowing through the spirit bones bathed the entire room in a light color.

It's always cold here though.

"Focus, Edrad."

The Prophet closed his eyes and talked to himself.

With every breath of Edrad, strings of condensed water droplets filled the air, and drops of sweat flowed down his forehead. The Eldar prophet let go of the wall of his mind and let the noisy noises and extreme evil thoughts in the etheric realm of the High Heaven flow into his mind, and at the same time he spread his tentacles.

His mind tentacles, his psionic tentacles.

Little by little, he probed into the turbulent sea of ​​souls.

Then, he saw it.

He saw a cold and spacious battleship cabin, servo-servants fixed in their positions, servo skulls floating in the air, as well as straight lines and gray steel, full of pragmatic style, which was completely different from the soft, elegant and streamlined spirit bone creations of the Eldar.

There is no doubt that this is a warship of the Human Empire.

Edrad continued to turn his soul eye.

He saw two groups of Space Marines confronting each other in the battleship hall, with corpses scattered around their feet. Although both sides were Space Marines, and both sides were wearing black power armor, in Edrad's opinion, they were completely different.

One of them was wearing power armor that was mainly black with white accents. The black cross on the white shoulder armor was quite eye-catching. They were calm, solemn and dignified. They hid their anger deep within the armor, and were arrogant, contemptuous and disdainful.

The other side was in chaos. They shouted at each other with ferocious teeth and roared murderously. They released their emotions in bestial roars and ridicules, with a strong sense of relief on their faces after escaping from prison.

Edrad looked at the leader on the left.

This was an old warrior, with his hair cut short, thin and scarred, and a short beard. The years had eroded his skin and bleached his hair, but had not bent his spine. The Eldar prophet looked down and recognized the warrior by the long sword in his hand. Blood soaked into the black metal blade of the long sword and flowed through the engraved inscription in the center of the blade: Emperor! This sharp blade was forged to pay tribute to the Lord of Mankind.

Black Sword Master, Sigismund!

Edrad held his breath.

Could it be that the Space Marine my daughter was talking about was him?

The Supreme Marshal of the Black Templar.

That's really tricky.

Edrad looked at the leader on the right again.

This person was wearing a set of Terminator power armor, which made him look taller and more burly than the people around him. The red light from the neck armor illuminated his grinning face and the golden ring in the middle of his bald head. On his right hand was an exaggeratedly large sharp iron claw... Edrad's breathing suddenly became rapid. He felt a very special psychic energy on this giant iron claw - it was stained with the blood of death of two primarchs!

And the blood of the Lord of Mankind.

Ezekiel Abaddon, Warmaster of Chaos!

The Eldar prophets also recognized this great enemy.

Could it be that the Space Marine my daughter was talking about was him!?

No, no, it definitely couldn't be him.

Edrad quickly rejected the idea.

Whether it's the Black Swordmaster or the Chaos Warmaster.

It won't be either of them.

Now Edrad no longer had the heart to analyze who the Space Marine his daughter was talking about. He was already immersed in the picture shown in the prophecy. He was extremely eager to know what the final outcome of the duel and collision between these two people would be, and where the fate of the galaxy would go.

The Eldar Seer could see the two men talking.

However, the prophetic picture began to blur.

Edrad was so anxious that sweat broke out all over his body.

Because the prophetic picture is becoming more and more flickering.

Until the end...

The flickering picture froze clearly again.

Edrad was stunned to see the Black Swordmaster torn in half, disemboweled, and lying on the ground. His Black Templars were not there, and it was unknown whether they had left or died. The Chaos Warmaster knelt in front of the corpse, his eyes red, his hands trembling, and a black long sword stuck in his chest...

The sword pierced his entire chest.

"It's over."

Bitterness, sorrow and pain flowed through Edrad's heart.

The Eldar prophet no longer cares about his daughter.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:

the old sword master of the human empire was dead.

Chaos... is about to break out of the cage!

...

Fu Qinghai plunged into the gate of the web.

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed. The dark dome and the towering sewage pipes of the nest disappeared, and a white space filled with thick fog appeared. There was no top to be seen when looking up, and no bottom to be seen when looking down. The whole space was filled with rolling fog, which glowed with a light golden light.

This was not the first time that Fu Qinghai entered the webway. He had flown through it once before with his master, Old Man Hu Xian. At that time, he relied on the guidance of the Star God fragment of the Burner Nyadrazasa. The Star God fragment only guided him for such a short distance and also killed his master.

Things are different now.

Qingshan Khan now has a map.

Fu Qinghai controlled the jet motorcycle to hover in the air, freeing his hands to open the white briefcase and take out the book he had been looking forward to for a long time - "The Map of the Infernal Affairs Network".

Inquisitor Chevak had worked so hard to escape with this book, and had to ask player Antonio to assimilate it and take it out of the Warhammer 40K universe, just to prevent "The Infernal Map" from falling into the hands of Azak Ahriman.

As a result, Fu Qinghai brought it back again. There was no way. Fu Qinghai could understand Inquisitor Chevak's approach, but at this moment he and his regiment really needed this "Map of the Infernal Web" to thwart Tzeentch's conspiracy.

Fu Qinghai couldn't wait to start this expedition, and this was also the reason. Azak Ahriman could use prophetic magic to track the "Infernal Web Map", so if this book had been kept in the Phaeton Forge World, it might attract the Thousand Sons Chaos Warband to come to the door - the leader was still the Chosen of Tzeentch. The pressure on the warband to defend against the Tzeentch demon army was already great enough. If a group of Thousand Sons wizards and red letter warriors came, it would likely cause the star zone defense to completely collapse.

Fu Qinghai opened the thick book.

The pages were thin crystal sheets, covered with the skin of the Sister of Silence after it was stretched and tightened, and even contained some arteries, veins, and capillaries. The entire book was bathed in some unknown radiation from the webway, and the small nutrient circulation pump in the spine began to operate automatically, driving blood to circulate in the blood vessels and providing nutrients.

These pages seem to be very sensitive to the gaze.

Fu Qinghai soon realized this.

As he watched, the blood vessels under the skin began to reshape, and a new pattern full of blood appeared on the surface, while other blood vessels disappeared from the skin as the blood flowed. The color of the skin also changed slightly, and a line of small scars appeared in the form of white scribblings, marking a new position on the page.

"Ah~ I see."

Fu Qinghai understood it after a little thought.

These blood vessels of different sizes and thicknesses...

It represents the different thickness of the webway!

Fu Qinghai actually has always had a point that he can't figure out: According to the background setting of Warhammer 40K, the webway is a galactic highway built by the Old Ones for the purpose of faster-than-light travel across time and space. Since it is a man-made creation rather than a natural wonder, based on the principle of ease of use, the webway should be built wide, straight, concise and clear, so that it is suitable to be used as a "road". After all, when building a road, of course the wider and straighter the better.

But the reality was just the opposite. The webway was not wide, straight, simple, or even very non-standard. The thick part was extremely wide, and could even accommodate a satellite-level majestic city, the Dark City of Comoros. The thin part was also very narrow, so narrow that even a knight mech could not lean over and drill through. Moreover, the entire webway was as complicated as a maze, with countless thick and thin mesh threads entangled together. Anyone except the Eldar would get lost in it.

That's weird.

Why didn't the ancient saints make the webway simpler?

Fu Qinghai looked at the line of scar markings.

A cracked abstract symbol.

What does this mean?

Fu Qinghai recalled the information of "Infernal Affairs Map". According to the setting in his memory, this book can sense the user's gaze and heart, and show the place he most wants to go on the map... So where is the place I most want to go now? Fu Qinghai began to examine his heart.

He wanted to save No. 56.

This was his first priority upon entering the Webway.

So this "crack" represents...

Fu Qinghai suddenly understood.

The Old Ones built the Webway tens of thousands of years ago, but as the only Eldar who inherited part of the Old Ones' creations, they know how to use the Webway but don't know how to repair and build it. It is known that the Webway has a certain self-repair ability - every time the Necrons use the Tombstone Gate to hijack the Webway, they will be rejected by the Webway itself, which is an example.

Although it has a certain self-repair ability, the Webway will inevitably have some damaged parts after a long time. The Webway is a magical creation between the subspace and the real universe. Once the Webway is damaged, where will the damaged part lead to? According to the description in the original novel, outside the broken part is the terrifying subspace.

Therefore, after Magnus's psychic transmission penetrated the Webway, an endless army of demons emerged from the Webway, almost drowning the Golden Throne. In fact, even without that psychic impact, the Webway itself is not riddled with holes, but it can be said to be full of loopholes. Various demons wandering in the Webway are threatening the lives and souls of Webway travelers at all times.

The "crack" symbol that appears on the "Infernal Affairs Web Map" is most likely such a place, a gap after the webway is damaged, a gap leading to the subspace.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai put away the thick book. He memorized the path formed by the blood vessels with just one glance. Fu Qinghai leaned over and grasped the handle of the jet motorcycle. He twisted the throttle and disappeared into the thick fog with a whoosh, leaving only the rolling fog waves.

…

Fu Qinghai was speeding along the web.

Almost diving vertically downward.

He first had to find the inner wall of the webway so that he could determine where the boundary of the webway was, and then he could find the gap according to the path instructions in the "Infernal Affairs Webway Map".

Fu Qinghai's jet motorcycle is quite special. Shi Lan and Jidai made major modifications based on the bull-shaped precision jet motorcycle given by the original body. They completely eliminated the vertical propulsion system and added three grams of anti-gravity metal hammer, making this jet motorcycle extremely fast.

Because of its unique characteristics.

It was named "Blue Falcon".

Fu Qinghai drove the Blue Falcon and broke through the thick fog and reached the ground in a moment. He stepped on the emergency brake, jumped off the jet motorcycle and stepped onto the solid inner wall of the netway. He squatted down, took off his gauntlets and carefully stroked the material under his feet. After thinking for a while, he drew out the Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword.

"Zi-buzz-pop!"

The saw blade hit the inner wall and bounced back violently.

Even adamantium alloy + single-molecule saw blade can't cut it?

Fu Qinghai glanced at the saw teeth and found that the blade was not bent.

There is no need to try the Blue Blade's disintegration field.

If the disruption field could break through the inner wall of the webway, the human empire wouldn't have needed to spend so much time researching this mysterious material and would have used this galactic highway long ago.

Fu Qinghai put away his weapon and stood up straight.

"It's a psionic composite material, Aoyama."

A deep demonic voice sounded beside my ears:

"It condenses reality and spiritual energy together."

"Oh? You also know psychic powers?"

Fu Qinghai got on the motorcycle and asked.

"Of course. Do you still remember what happened? The alchemist opened the so-called Gate of Truth in your battleship. Then a large amount of psychic energy poured into the battleship deck. I was immersed in it and it made me feel extremely comfortable."

The voice continued.

"Oh, I remember now."

Fu Qinghai said as he drove:

"Laust was causing trouble on my Fiery Horse. At that time, you and the Grudge were already living in Ah Ning's body."

"Yes, that feeling is incomparable, even beyond hell, as if I was born to belong to that place, to that sea of ​​souls surging with emotions."

"What is that place, Valak?"

Another hoarse voice asked.

It sounded like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other.

"Subspace."

The deep voice explained:

"The High Heaven, the Ether Realm, the Heavens, the Sea of ​​Souls... The creatures in this universe have various descriptions of it, but these words all refer to the same place, a place that is constantly surging with endless emotional energy. Even I can only lick and absorb a little of it, and dare not face its turbulent waves like a tsunami."

"You even know this?"

Fu Qinghai asked with interest.

The jet bike is speeding along.

"Of course, Zhang Yuning looked up a lot of information about Warhammer 40K. When she was reading those materials, with the help of her eyes, I also read them all without missing a word."

The low voice sounded calm.

But there was a hint of pride in his expression.

"Even you?"

A middle-aged female voice said sarcastically:

"I didn't realize how powerful you are. The sixty-second of Solomon's seventy-two demon gods. You think that place is very powerful. Could it be because you are too weak?"

"I think so too."

Another mature female voice echoed casually.

"Humph, you are ignorant ghosts who have been stranded in the human world since you died. You have never even been to hell, yet you are talking nonsense here. You think I am weak because Zhang Yuning has been deliberately suppressing my power and preventing me from devouring too many souls. Otherwise, how could you vengeful spirits be my opponent?"

The deep voice said angrily.

"Aunt Mei, he's anxious, he's anxious."

A young female voice spoke.

"Yes, Mimiko, that's called 'breaking the defense'."

The mature and magnetic female voice said lightly.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The deep demonic voice roared deafeningly:

"Qingshan! Let me devour enough souls, any souls will do, and you will be able to see the true form of the Hell Devil. I can make you extremely powerful, believe me!"

Fu Qinghai smiled without comment.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Yuning seemed a little withdrawn sometimes - anyone has eight evil demons nagging in their head at all times, which makes them more or less slow to react to the outside world.

Of course Fu Qinghai is very familiar with this group of evil demons. Apart from anything else, every time Fu Qinghai pressed Zhang Yuning under him and attacked her crazily, the eight ghosts in her body felt the same pain. How could they not be familiar with him under such circumstances?

"Kayako, what do you think?"

Fu Qinghai suddenly asked.

The ghosts who experienced the Gate of Truth incident that year included not only Valak, but also Kayako. However, the Grudge in the armor has remained silent and has remained silent until now.

After hearing Fu Qinghai's question, the other ghosts suddenly shut their mouths and stopped talking. Fu Qinghai vaguely felt a chill awakening quietly. After a moment, a plain and indifferent female voice slowly sounded in his ears:

"I just want to kill people."

Then the sound disappeared.

There was silence within the armor for a moment.

No one spoke.

Fu Qinghai suddenly laughed.

She is worthy of being the most evil and purest among the many ghosts in the horror movie universe. Compared with other demons and vengeful spirits mixed with religious background or obsession with revenge, Kayako's evil thoughts and hatred are the purest, pure to the extreme, and even after understanding the cause and effect of revenge, they still cannot dissipate.

"Of course, as you wish."

Fu Qinghai raised the corner of his mouth and whispered.

"Buzz--"

The Blue Falcon once again increased its speed.

...

　1. I deleted and revised it several times, but I was still not satisfied.

　　2. There is a prophecy in this chapter. As a friendly reminder, you can go back to Chapter 173 to see the difference between the two prophecies.

(End of this chapter)