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"Most humans who make a living in the astral sea, even white-haired veterans who have experienced thousands of voyages, are wise and cautious enough to fear the coming of the warp storm. I can assure you that they have good reasons."

"Imagine standing on the bow of an old ocean-going vessel, sailing across the endless ocean. Behind you, the gentle sun illuminates the waves, turning them into sparkling blue-green gems... But as you get farther and farther away from the land, dark cumulonimbus clouds slowly gather on the distant horizon, and giant thunderstorm anvils completely obscure your vision. They extend from the top of the waves all the way to the sky, and you can't even see the top at a glance. The clouds are boiling and angry, and blue lightning crackles and falls. You realize that this storm cannot be avoided. You will have to sail through the middle."

"The roaring waves quickly become hungry mouths, eager to devour you and your ship. You are tossed around in the boat, unable to stand, as if the storm is trying to destroy the ship and suck your body into the sky. But the evil thing is that the storm does want to get in. It wants to break through your shields and eat your flesh. Just as you realize this, you suddenly hear the sound of something coming on the wind to take your soul."

"No, the veterans were wise to fear the Warp Storm. The only mistake they made was calling it a 'storm'. The name implies that it is something natural, but there is nothing natural about a Warp Storm."

——Navigator Arax Tekar

...

Fu Qinghai stood in front of the crack in the webpath.

The webway crack indicated by the map.

Unless you see it with your own eyes, it is hard to believe that the Webway Barrier, a magical material that is difficult for humans to understand, can actually be damaged. The crack in front of you is not big, just enough for two Space Marines to pass side by side. I don't know how a Chaos Daemon like the Destroyer Storm Demon Prince squeezed in.

This dark and deep crack did not make any hissing sound like air or water leakage, and seemed very quiet. However, through the umbra peephole on the helmet eyepiece, one could see that many colorful light spots were escaping from the crack, and the energy of the subspace was invading the webway.

Fu Qinghai tried hard to look inside.

However, the inside of the crack was so dark and deep that it seemed to swallow up all the reflected light, making it impossible to see what was inside. Facing such a mysterious and unknown place, Fu Qinghai took a deep breath, and finally chose to believe in the "Infernal Affairs Network Map" and turned the accelerator with both hands.

"Buzz--"

Both the man and the car rushed into the crack.

…

Suddenly, everything in front of my eyes went dark and then bright.

Whenever Fu Qinghai's senses were restricted, he would always subconsciously turn on his Force perception to explore the surrounding environment. However, just now for a moment, his Force perception was completely ineffective and he completely lost all perceptual experience.

Just for a moment.

Then his vision suddenly became clear.

The sea of ​​souls, which was always surging and boiling, and occasionally quiet and calm, suddenly appeared in front of him. Waves, storms and whirlpools composed of bizarre energy gathered not far away, swept in and then dispersed. The spiritual tide generated by the mental activities of all living beings in the galaxy constantly formed and disappeared, and finally formed this terrifying scene before his eyes.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and took a look immediately.

Behind me was nothing but darkness.

The Webway rifts were completely gone.

"Hold!"

Although he had guessed this situation and had some psychological preparation, he still felt very fucked up. Humans have never truly understood the Webway. Comparing it to a hollow network between the real universe and the immaterial world is just a metaphor, and it does not mean that humans have comprehended its essence. Fu Qinghai has no way back now.

So he turned back and looked at what was in front of him.

This was not the first time Fu Qinghai had witnessed the subspace.

But before that, he only sat inside the battleship and observed the subspace through the Geller force field. He had never stood directly in the subspace to feel the subspace like now, facing the malice that wanted to penetrate into his mind all the time.

These waves, storms and whirlpools are the embodiment of the capriciousness of the subspace. The role of the so-called navigators is to use the third eye on their foreheads to observe these psychic effects that resemble ocean phenomena, and combine relevant knowledge to find a relatively calm and stable path for warships to pass through these waves, storms and whirlpools.

But this was absolutely impossible at the moment. A terrifying storm was slowly rising and getting more intense, sweeping across the area. Looking around, there was no so-called "road" for ships to pass through the waves, storms, and whirlpools, making it impossible to jump into the subspace of this star region. All of this was caused by "man-made".

This is what is unnatural about the Warp.

In this energy storm with thunder and lightning and surging waves, Fu Qinghai saw a lone spaceship, which was drifting next to a vortex not far from the center of the storm, and was about to break apart. The ship was covered with a layer of glittering film, protecting it from being torn apart in the turbulent waves, but that was all.

Fu Qinghai was not a mutant like the Navigator, so he had no way of planning the ship's route, but the clairvoyance given to him by the Ghost Armor allowed him to clearly see all the energy currents without going insane. Following his driving instinct in his genes, Fu Qinghai found a winding and slender path leading to the battleship in the storm.

An ever-changing path that is impassable for spacecraft but traversable for jet bikes.

Fu Qinghai stepped on the accelerator and dived down.

The Blue Falcon closed the air intake and turned on the ion jet mode in space, providing an extreme speed that was no less than that in the air. Fu Qinghai drove the jet motorcycle like the petrel in the Chinese textbook, diving into the colorful storm that exuded surging malice, and drifted left and right in the tiny gaps between the energy currents, quickly approaching the spacecraft.

Although his driving skills were extraordinary, in this place where the laws of physics did not apply, psychic tides always appeared and disappeared out of thin air. It was still inevitable that some energy waves would hit him, but they were ultimately blocked by the armor shell made of Uru metal, and the splashes broke into thin streams that were absorbed by the evil spirits inside the armor.

There was no harm to Fu Qinghai's body and soul.

Finally he arrived in front of the spaceship.

Fu Qinghai looked at the nearly 1.5-kilometer-long armed merchant ship in front of him. Judging from its appearance, it should be a retired frigate of the Imperial Navy, but the hull has been extensively modified by the owner and the specific model cannot be identified. The size is not small - small ships in Warhammer 40K basically cannot be equipped with subspace engines and do not have the ability to perform subspace jumps.

The Geller force field on the merchant ship was still functioning normally, which meant that even at this time, there might still be people alive inside the merchant ship - the spaceships in the Warhammer 40K universe were huge and had amazing self-sustaining capabilities, and could maintain navigation for a long time without supplies. This discovery was not surprising.

However, in addition to this, there are countless vague and huge figures surrounding the merchant ship. These subspace entities reveal their true form under the spiritual vision ability of the ghost armor. They are stroking and licking the outside of the cavitation bubble eagerly and patiently, waiting for the moment when the Geller force field is completely destroyed.

Fu Qinghai rushed forward without hesitation.

The Chaos Demons who were greedily coveting the souls in the ship were very surprised at this moment. They turned around and saw a living human appear in the subspace. The most amazing thing was that this human actually rushed towards them. So they gave up the ship in front of them and floated towards it.

Fu Qinghai jumped up from the Blue Falcon.

Cross your arms in Wolverine's classic pose.

A twisted demon with its mouth open came towards him.

"Shh!"

The moment the two came into contact, the scene that the other demons had imagined - the human being being swallowed up in an instant, did not appear. Instead, they saw a scene that they would never forget - the demon was torn in half by the human in an instant, like a ball of silk being torn apart by force.

The cross section of the demon's body.

The fragments of the spirit were scattered all over the place.

Fu Qinghai was bathed in the colorful blood rain.

The eight demons in the armor opened their mouths and drank.

Damn, what is going on?

The Chaos Demon felt like he had seen a ghost today.

In the past, demons ate humans, but today, a human ate a demon... Was the food chain reversed?

A demon who didn't believe in evil floated over again, and then its fate was the same as the previous demon.

The human dismembered it in a few moves and then began to feast on it, and its screams while struggling were extremely shrill.

There was another demon who wanted to take advantage of the fight between the two to launch a sneak attack. It opened its huge serrated mouth full of sharp blades and bit towards Fu Qinghai, trying to bite him in half. However, the tips of its teeth hit the shell of the armor and it broke with a "pop". It could only swallow the broken teeth in its mouth along with blood, and fled away whimpering, shaking its head and wagging its tail.

Seeing this, the demons no longer hesitated and turned away, disappearing from sight on the energy current.

The Goblin Armor smacked his lips in satisfaction.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and looked at the merchant ship next to him.

The inscription on the side of the ship reads "Alva".

Fu Qinghai opened the public communication channel:

"Alva, Alva, I am a Space Marine affiliated with the Adeptus Astartes, thirty meters to the left of your bridge's side, receive an immediate reply."

Fu Qinghai stared at the merchant ship in front of him.

After he repeated the call several times.

Still no response received.

In the quiet space, he could even hear his own voice echoing in the empty bridge of the Alva. Suddenly, a harsh voice came from the communication channel. Some of the voices were human, but most of them were obviously not. It was all some crazy nonsense. The syllables were spliced ​​in the chaotic babbling, and it didn't sound like any kind of human voice.

"chaos."

Fu Qinghai whispered.

It appears that the merchant ship has been sunk.

Sometimes, Chaos engulfs a poor ship without the need for the Geller Field to completely fail. Although the Geller Field is weak now, it is still protecting the people inside - but the crew may have already been crushed by despair.

I still don't know what happened inside.

Fu Qinghai no longer waited for a reply.

Fly directly to the bridge of the Alva.

Then he was blocked by the film of glimmer.

The head of the jet motorcycle passed through the Geller force field, but when it reached the body of the car, the elastic cavitation formed by the Geller force field firmly blocked the Ghost Armor from moving forward.

"Shit, I forgot."

Fu Qinghai stopped speechlessly:

"I am also one of the Chaos now."

The Geller force field blocked the ghost armor from entering the merchant ship. Fu Qinghai did not expect this to happen. The storm outside the merchant ship was getting more and more severe. Fu Qinghai did not want to wait for the Geller force field to slowly lose its effectiveness, so he thought of a way.

"Wait for me to shut down the Geller force field."

Fu Qinghai first gave instructions to the ghosts.

"Okay, Aoyama."

The eight evil demons answered obediently.

Fu Qinghai opened the white briefcase, then took off his ghost armor, exposing himself briefly to the subspace. A stream of iron-gray nanoparticles emerged from the briefcase, spreading along his arms and covering Fu Qinghai's entire body. These particles quickly accumulated to form a very familiar shape.

Blue Shell Power Armor version 4.0.

Fu Qinghai's new generation of nano armor.

It can be deformed and fit into any space.

Fu Qinghai successfully passed through the Geller force field.

He first drove his jet motorcycle around to the other side of the spaceship and found a place near the middle cabin. Then he raised one arm and aimed it at the hull of the spaceship. A group of nanoparticles emerged from the arm armor and quickly formed a thick double-barreled melta cannon held in Fu Qinghai's hand. Blue molten flames spurted out, and the hull of the merchant ship melted like cream.

This is a maintenance hatch on the hull.

Fu Qinghai kicked open the outer shell of the spacecraft cut by the hot melt flame, and the gas in the cabin began to escape, forming an expansion pressure that wrapped the metal hatch and flew out. Fu Qinghai raised his hand to block the board from hitting him, controlled the jet motorcycle to turn into the cabin, found a place to park, jumped off the motorcycle, picked up his weapon, and began to go deep into the interior of the merchant ship.

Pass through the cabin that lost pressure.

Fu Qinghai's eyes searched cautiously.

The corridor of the spacecraft, where the wall lamps illuminated, was full of laser scorch marks and bullet craters. This corridor had been the site of fierce fighting and then desecrated.

There were severely burned and dismembered bodies here. The identities of these broken bodies were almost unrecognizable, but burnt fragments of clothes could still be found. Fu Qinghai squatted down and picked up a burnt armband. The symbol on it was vaguely discernible.

Safra Chemdog.

The merchant ship hired a military force, the notorious Penal Corps of the Imperial Guard, which was composed entirely of criminals. This Corps had some connection with the Phaeton Forge World. Many of the addictive combat drugs produced by Phaeton came from the Fallout Universe, such as Enlargement Spirit and Crazy Drug, and the main suppliers were Penal Corps such as Safra Chemical Dog. These drug addicts and thieves always had a vaporizer on their faces, and they couldn't fight without taking drugs.

Fu Qinghai stood up.

Safra Chemical Dog has a bad reputation though.

But the Safra Chemical Dogs are not Chaos Forces.

On the contrary, these people who are used to scavenging and even stealing friendly equipment on the battlefield are very cautious about anything related to Chaos. This is their survival rule in the fucked-up Warhammer 40K universe. They just have poor military discipline and are addicted to drugs, but that doesn't mean they are stupid.

Who are these punishment soldiers fighting?

Fu Qinghai continued to walk inside. More traces of battle appeared in the corridors, more scorch marks, more craters. The walls and decks were covered with blood. The flags were burned, and on the walls and pillars, wherever mortals could touch, there were Chaos runes painted all over. Some of these foul markings were painted with blood, and some were burned into the surface.

Fu Qinghai lifted up a corpse with his shoe. The man was wearing a tattered robe. Some markings could still be vaguely identified as the imperial merchant fleet logo, but now they were all covered by a jagged eight-pointed star. The cultist had shaved his head and carved a crude snake pattern on the top of his head. He also pulled out all his teeth except his canines.

"well..."

Fu Qinghai sighed.

Everything was just as he expected.

This Imperial merchant ship did not die from the demon invasion caused by the failure of the Geller force field, but because it was trapped in the warp and could not endure the despair and pain that was slowly approaching step by step, a Chaos cultist riot broke out within it.

It eventually evolved into this.

The Geller Field is not omnipotent at times. Although these entities in the subspace cannot directly pass through the Geller Field, some powerful entities among them can use the Geller Field to exert mental influence on the people on the ship.

Fu Qinghai has experienced this before.

On the HMS Cutlass.

"Humans are just so fragile, aren't they?"

A voice sounded at the end of the corridor.

Fu Qinghai turned around and looked back.

A skinny woman in gorgeous clothes stood there with a jeweled cane. She also had a shaved head. Her originally smooth and beautiful face was covered with twisted tattoos and blasphemous symbols. She looked at Fu Qinghai and smiled miserably:

"I heard your sigh, Space Marine. Are you also sighing that humans are such a fragile species? The human body is already so weak, and the spirit is even weaker than the body. Just a lie or a piece of bread can make them kill each other. All beliefs, rules, and disciplines are thrown behind their backs..."

The other person's tone of voice seemed quite educated.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Fu Qinghai asked calmly.

"I am the daughter of the owner of the merchant ship Alva."

The woman replied weakly.

Fu Qinghai noticed that even though the woman was starving to the point of skin and bones, her eyes still flashed with viciousness and hatred, staring at the Space Marine at the other end of the corridor:

"You know, what's more terrifying than the failure of the Geller force field is that our food and water will run out sooner. What's more terrifying than the failure of the Geller force field is that we have no hope of leaving this damn space!"

The woman gritted her teeth and said word by word:

"Do you know? Ever since the Alva was trapped here, every day, no, every moment, I kneel in front of the Emperor's statue and pray. I pray sincerely from the bottom of my heart, praying that the Emperor can send his angel of death to save us from the dire straits. But that statue has never responded to me! It's fake, it's all fake! All the bullshit the state religion said is lies! He is a false god!"

The woman screamed hysterically.

Fu Qinghai frowned slightly.

Although he is a member of the Human Emperor faction rather than the God Emperor faction.

But what this woman said...

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

Fu Qinghai pointed at himself.

"What kind of salvation is a delayed salvation?"

The woman cursed.

Then she changed her words:

"I ordered the guards to smash the false idol, because he was a liar, and the real gods would never be like him. I knelt in the rubble and prayed sincerely, praying that the real gods would come to help us."

A strange smile slowly appeared on the woman's face:

"Then, they responded to me."

"I heard His voice, so clear, so real, and they patiently taught me how to seek salvation, true salvation. I organized all those who wanted to win salvation, we rose up in resistance, we burned the flags of lies and tore down the statues of hypocrisy, just for this moment!"

The woman said this with all her might.

Her eyes were fixed on Fu Qinghai:

"You are late, Space Marine."

"I don't know how that false god sent you to this hellish space, but your biggest mistake is that you came too late. Yes, you have a body that surpasses that of mortals, but I am very curious, facing those real gods, is your spirit as strong as your body? Haha, or will you kneel on the ground and go crazy like an ordinary mortal? Just like those traitors of yours?"

The woman smiled with success.

"You are late, Space Marine."

She was still repeating the words:

"You can't stop me."

"Just an hour ago, my people have seized the generator of the Geller force field. Now I only need to give an order, and they will shut down the Geller force field, and then... Hey, even if you are a space marine, so what? Can you stop the real God from entering this spaceship and completely destroying your mind, which is as fragile as that of a mortal?"

The woman raised her chin slightly.

Fu Qinghai finally understood.

This woman had not lost her mind, and her words were logical. Rather than her faith collapsing, she was angry and ashamed - she thought the Emperor would not send anyone to save her, so she embraced Chaos and obeyed the voices that spoke to her in her mind through the Geller field.

But she never expected that she would meet a Space Marine even though she was trapped in the subspace! ? The moment she saw Fu Qinghai, her faith collapsed. If she had not listened to the voices and gathered Chaos believers to start a rebellion, she might have been rescued now.

"Face the real gods."

The woman raised a disdainful smile:

"What kind of angel of death are you?"

Following the woman's order.

The ship's Geller force field quietly shut down.

The ghost armor that had been waiting outside the spaceship activated the dual exhaust ports on its power backpack and floated in. The woman looked at the end of the corridor expectantly, but the god she imagined did not appear. Instead, she saw a hideous and terrifying black power armor that exuded the aura of a demon walking in.

Is this the god she was expecting?

The woman was stunned to see the power armor on the Space Marine suddenly turned into mercury-like particles and slid down, then gathered into a stream and disappeared into a white box. Then the Space Marine turned around and walked into the automatically opened black armor, and then the opened armor plates closed layer by layer.

"The Emperor's salvation is me."

"The conversion of chaos is still me."

The ghost armor walked closer to the woman and leaned over to ask,

"Hey, you didn't expect that, did you?"

"Ahhhhhh!"

The woman's eyes widened and she fell into a state of madness:

"What kind of monster are you? What are you…"

The Goblin Armor raised its claws and chopped her into pieces.

Internal organs, broken bones, flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground.

"Baji, Baji..."

Mizunuma Mimiko smacked her lips twice:

"Qingshan, this soul doesn't taste good."

"A bit bland, I think, Qingshan."

Chu Renmei also expressed her opinion.

These guys, are they really picky?

Fu Qinghai shook his head and ignored them. He walked past the corpses and went straight to the depths of the merchant ship. He wanted to restart the Geller force field. Chaos believers rushed out from the passages and cabins of the spacecraft, but they were no match for him. Fu Qinghai chopped them into pieces with ease. Some Chaos believers mistakenly thought Fu Qinghai was their god and knelt down to worship him.

But it cannot escape the fate of being chopped into pieces.

Fu Qinghai walked towards the Geller force field generator. Along the way, many terminals and control panels were smashed, but this did not affect the main functions of the ship. Fu Qinghai restarted the Geller force field that had been shut down, and a layer of glimmering film covered the surface of the merchant ship again, temporarily keeping it away from the turbulent currents and tides, and maintaining the stability of the hull structure.

"Then..."

Fu Qinghai walked towards the bridge muttering to himself:

"Let me see if you can still start?"

Fu Qinghai arrived at the bridge, which was also in a mess. It was obvious that a fierce battle had broken out between the merchant crew and the Chaos believers for the bridge, and the bodies of both sides were scattered everywhere.

Fu Qinghai casually pushed aside the bodies hanging on the console and dashboard. He was looking for encoders, databases, anything with cables and pulse interfaces. This merchant ship had been extensively modified by the owner, and it was very different from the standard bridge of the Imperial Navy, which made Fu Qinghai a little confused.

"I found you."

Fu Qinghai put on the Blue Shell Power Armor, and the power backpack transformed into an industrial backpack. He stabbed a mechanical tentacle of the industrial backpack into the metal wall and into the coding library behind the cabin wall. He gently pulled it back, and the mechanical tentacle was pulled out with a bundle of aging cables and hydraulic pipes.

Fu Qinghai stood there without moving, but the eight mechanical tentacles behind him opened up like a spider and quickly disassembled the cable bundle. Then he began to search and analyze them one by one, and finally found what he wanted.

The interface to the merchant ship's logic engine.

This is the input terminal of the ship's machine soul.

Fu Qinghai was about to insert the universal data plug on a tentacle of the industrial backpack, but suddenly stopped. He thought of a possibility: there were already Chaos believers in this merchant ship. If the logic engine of this merchant ship was also contaminated, or there were some Chaos waste codes in it... then the industrial backpack was directly connected to Fu Qinghai's spinal nerves.

It's equivalent to a brain-computer interface.

This can't be connected randomly.

"Master, what are you struggling with?"

A lazy voice sounded in my heart.

"Oh, how could I have forgotten you."

Fu Qinghai picked up the data interface, bent his fingers to remove the blessed holy oil stains on it, and then pressed his fingertips against it. A ball of purple gelatinous substance flowed into the cable along the interface and went deep into the interior of the merchant ship.

"Qinghun, help me check if there is chaos contamination in the logic engine of this ship. If there is, clean it up, and then help me control its logic engine."

"Understood, Master."

Qinghun's voice sounded in the bridge broadcast:

"This ship is too big and my body is too small. I can't completely control the entire ship, but there is no problem in ensuring that the logic engine is under your control."

"This is the result I want."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said:

"Leave the rest to me."

He clicked several times on the control panel.

A blue holographic projection emerged.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and began to analyze:

"Let me see... The subspace engine is seriously damaged. It is estimated that it will be difficult to repair in a short time... These stupid Chaos believers! The sublight speed engine is also damaged, but it is possible to repair it. Well, it seems that this is the only way for now."

Fu Qinghai turned around and ran quickly towards the sublight speed engine, which was located at the rear of the merchant ship, quite a distance away. After arriving here, the casting master began to try to repair the device. The eight mechanical servo arms flew up and down very busy. The residual heat of the welding point had not yet been extinguished, and the welding arc light burst out again.

At the same time, Fu Qinghai's symbiote was also roaming freely in the electrical wires and pipes of this merchant ship. She passed through one data transmission node after another to find the core logic engine, quickly possessed and occupied the device, and then began to check whether there were any hidden dangers in the logic engine according to the master's instructions.

Later, Qinghun discovered that his master's worries were not unfounded. Perhaps in the few minutes when the Geller force field had just failed, the surreal chaos erosion had quietly acted on this area. Several segments of infinitely repeating chaotic waste codes were massively amplifying their own byte sequences.

"Is this the psychic electronic virus of Warhammer 40K?"

Qinghun curiously felt the chaotic waste code.

"I wonder how it tastes."

The symbiote drooled unconsciously.

Qinghun had once eaten an artificial intelligence, the Red Queen from the Resident Evil movie universe. That little girl was delicious, struggling in her mouth, and had a chewy texture. But the chaotic waste code in front of him was different from artificial intelligence. They carried a spicy smell of psychic energy.

"I can't help it… ah!"

Qinghun swallowed the chaotic waste code.

After eating, Qinghun smacked his lips and recalled the spicy taste. He felt that he had not changed much, so he ran along the cable to the bridge again to reunite with his master. Fu Qinghai happened to have repaired the sublight speed engine, and Qinghun flowed out of the data interface and returned to his master's body.

"Now, start the process."

Fu Qinghai said as he slowly pushed down the joystick.

Flames spewed out of the engine nozzle at the tail of the spacecraft.

"It's done."

Fu Qinghai's eyes lit up with excitement.

In order to save resources, the Empire's merchant fleet often uses a large number of mechanical servants instead of mortal crew members, making this spaceship highly automated. Even so, Fu Qinghai is still very busy. He stands on the bridge, using one person as five people, walking around to adjust various controls.

Sometimes symbionts are needed.

Finally, the Alva slowly began to move.

This retired naval warship, which originally required thousands of crew members to maintain operation and at least hundreds of crew members to operate, was operated by Fu Qinghai and his symbiote.

"But, Master."

Qinghun asked a question:

"Where are we going now?"

Fu Qinghai looked at the subspace storm still sweeping outside the bridge and fell silent. Indeed, the merchant ship could start moving, but where to go? The subspace storm was still raging, the subspace engine was damaged, and even the damn navigator was dead... These three unfortunate things superimposed on each other, and Fu Qinghai's plan was completely ruined.

"What was your original plan?"

Qinghun asked curiously.

"I had a very bold plan."

Fu Qinghai stared at the star map and muttered to himself:

"Unfortunately, the navigator died."

Fu Qinghai turned around and began to operate the rudder:

"Let's take it one step at a time."

"You have to believe that there is always a way out!"

Fu Qinghai began to comfort his symbiote.

"Yes, Master."

Qinghun was not worried at all.

...

(End of this chapter)