40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 735 27. Interlude: The Sin of Heresy

Looking at the things in his hand, Carrier confirmed something again - when he was free, he could do anything.

If not, who would believe that the cold dessert in his hand, which smells so sweet, is actually from Belisari Kaul?

This hero of the Battle of Chemos has been busy for two consecutive years after the war. After finally receiving a short rest, he designed an automatic dessert machine by himself

Carrier gently sniffed its scent and felt the milky fragrance that should not appear. The passionate look of Belisarius Kaul standing in front of him half an hour ago appeared in front of him.

The wise ruler of today, the inevitable casting general of the future, patted the metal chest with an extremely proud to assure him that this would be a very delicious dessert.

Carriel didn't doubt Kaul's ability, but he was confused, so he asked Kaul - how did you design such a machine that can make delicious without taste?

The great sage smiled slightly and raised his hand to point at the head beside him. The latter covered his forehead and silently finished a dessert in his hand.

Carriel shook his head and tasted it lightly. The tip of his tongue felt ice first, and then the mellow taste of cheap sugar that was not part of the lowest level of the imperial industrial system.

He was slightly stunned, then took a bite and savored it carefully. This time the feeling was even more intense, almost making him a little dazed.

OK, maybe it's just because I really haven't eaten anything good. He swallowed the cold mouth and thought silently.

"Is that?" Conrad Cotz smiled maliciously in his shadow. "Can those who have had banquets in the Emperor Dream and the Palace say such words?"

Carriel sighed and thought to himself: Let the dishes that have cooled or even changed taste, and the atmosphere of the party that feels like needles and needles - do you think those foods are delicious?

"Don't think it." Coz replied thoughtfully. "But, I think, it's not the fault of those dedicated chefs."

He remained silent and stopped talking. This also gave Carrier the chance to quickly finish the dessert in his hand. Although he was reluctant to finish it so quickly, it was a must.

Considering the people he is going to meet and what he is going to do next, it is better to be eliminated as soon as possible.

After a few sips, he pinched the empty plastic cup, flattened it and folded it in half, and then turned it into a weapon that could be used to throw and truly take away life - it might not be very Sharp, but as long as it is used properly, it will no longer matter whether it is sharp or not.

Carrier trapped it in the middle of his palm and strode into a dark and unguarded corridor.

He is no longer on Chemos or the Eagle's Wings, but returns to the judge. The design of this warship is very different from most imperial ships, and it seems that the need for overloading is not considered at all. It is filled with various secret rooms and corridors.

Of course, these secret rooms are almost empty now, with one exception.

A few minutes later, he walked to the end of the corridor, where there was a heavy stone door, which was pitch black and there was no special sight.

Caril stood still, looked upwards, and a few seconds later, a crisp dripping sound came from the darkness, and the stone door slid open, revealing the huge circular void behind it. A hanging steel cage floated buzzingly, with a wreck tied with chains inside.

After he stepped into the stone gate, his feet were clearly empty, but there was a real sound of touching the ground from his boots, which was dull and puzzling, and even made his whole body feel cold.

La Endymion, who was staying outside the door, was aroused by the instinctive reaction by this voice. He suddenly held the weapon tightly in the shadow under the condition of firing. It was not until more than ten seconds later that he could recover his sanity and have the freedom to release his hands again.

He understood that this meant that the man who walked into the darkness calmly had a murderous intention.

Carrier slowly came under the cage, his fingers moved slightly, and the cage was then put down to level with him.

The skeleton inside "wakes up" at the right time, and two green fires lit up in the hollow eyes. It trembled for a while, and the upper and lower jaws of the bionic joints collided funnyly until it made a sound for several minutes.

"How long has it been, sir?"

"Two years," Carrier said.

The skeleton sighed. Its synthesized sound should have no emotion at all, but at this moment it strangely showed some extremely obvious sorrow, but it did not continue, but quickly got to the point.

"It seems that the famous angel is indeed a trustworthy person as I thought. In short, it is very happy to see you again."

Carriel shook his head expressionlessly: "But I'm not happy, Tarasin-Tell me, are you crazy?"

"Well, this is a question worth thinking about, sir. If I were to look at the secular philosophy, I would have been crazy for a long time, but since I can still talk to you here."

The skeleton in the cage let out two monotonous self-deprecating smiles and ended his answer.

Carriel naturally understood what it meant. San Gilles had already told him the situation in its entirety, and the twists and turns were unimaginable, but he could still point directly to the essence. In the final analysis, this situation only takes one sentence. .

Tarasin, the overlord of the Solems dynasty, was declared rebellious by its race, its identity was deprived, its territory was recycled, its hard work was trampled on, and even its name was despised.

"We have a deal, that's true." Carrier spoke slowly. "But I think it's a slow thing, and you've exposed it to the sight of your fellow citizens, which has caused such a huge disaster. Your tribe is looking for you all over the galaxy, Tarasin, guess how long it will take for them to find out you are in the empire and seek asylum?”

The skeleton shook helplessly and said, "First of all, I want to correct one thing for you-I am not stupid enough to reveal myself actively. The person who really made such unforgivable mistakes is the first-class Kyuki Kazumi of the Galaxy. Friend, stargazer Orican."

“What did it do?”

Tarasin smiled strangely: "It's hard for me to interpret his stupidity to you in just a few words. In short, he took his own initiative to contact a fellow man whom he thought could trust without discussing with me, trying to Pull him into the gang.”

"And then. He became a prisoner. As for me? I became an unprecedented traitor. The Council declared that I was a despicable man who betrayed the safety of the entire race in exchange for self-satisfaction. He used their authority to force the closure of my rebirth agreement .”

"If I hadn't been a little prepared, the Tarasin you see now would probably have only a head left, decorated on a chair or boat of a certain executioner."

Carriel turned a completely blind eye to its humor, his expression remained calm, and his right hand did not let go, he just said, "The reason is good, but this cannot erase the essence of what you do, you triggered a for humanity and the empire. There was no need to start such an early war.”

"Yes" Tarasin pondered for a few seconds. "I actually did calculations before taking action."

"explain."

"As you wish, sir - I have many hiding places, many spare bodies, and you know that too. And I have managed to bypass the limitations of our law and rewritten those spare bodies from the agreement level. Programs, they are now going crazy with my fellow citizens. Before my hiding place and spare body were completely destroyed, the idiots who were planning to return my head for rewards even if they wanted to stop the reactor. I can't think of where I am now."

Carriel narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, staring at it.

Taracin responded with a gentle response, not at all afraid of his current situation - as if his rebirth agreement was still in operation, and he could be "resurrected" on another body at any time through the technology far beyond humans' expectations.

After a long time, Caril nodded.

"Then, our transaction will still be valid." He spoke. "There will be a mechanical priest who will be responsible for technical matters next, but before that, I have another question to ask you."

As if he knew what he was going to say, the overlord of the Solums Dynasty, who had only left his body, suddenly trembled slightly, and then a star map was projected out, reflecting the cage, with a stable light reflecting the Out its determination.

"It's here." Taracin whispered. "The Council turned my property into my bounty, and I was not confirmed to die for a day, and the tomb remains the same"

Carriel looked down at the star map and a coordinate specially marked on it. Then, he raised his left hand without looking back and clenched his fists tightly.

The Baomin official, who was originally waiting outside the door, immediately left the shadow, and his right hand hit his chest plate. The sound of gold and iron mixed slowly came, and he quickly turned around and left, running towards the bridge of the judge's trooper.

There, San Gilles is waiting - yes, he actually has two things to do when he comes to Chemos, and visiting Fogrim is not even the most important thing, how to deal with the space undead tower that temporarily surrenders Racine is what he cares most about.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

For this reason, he temporarily left Terra and led the team to Chemos alone, in order to lead the overlord of the Solems dynasty to find one of the human guardian deities to ensure that they had previously The transactions are going on as usual.

Release his right hand and raise his head, Caril looks at Tarasin. The latter still maintained a projection posture, his eyes dimmed, and his remaining body trembled gently.

"Is it worth it?" he asked suddenly.

"What are you referring to?"

"Accused of being a traitor, being taken away everything. Your fellow countrymen obviously don't understand you, Tarasin."

The star map went out and Taracin's eyes lit up again.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it." The Endless Man whispered. "I understand what they do, it's normal, isn't it?"

"The last transaction with the gods caused us to be a catastrophe. The race called the fear of the dead has been in name only. All that remains is a group of living tombstones, wandering all day long in the hallucinations created by the neural pathways. He is the noble and the true master of the Galaxy”

"But the fact is that even this sense of superiority is only derived from false simulations. Sadly, we know that these are illusions, but we cannot abandon them and meet the truth."

"But now, I'm going to tear off this illusion and force them all to meet their true self--it's like letting someone who was once beautiful but now disfigured to look in the mirror. Carriel Lohals is so cruel that It's hard to describe."

"So of course they will oppose me and then use all means to stop me. There are only a few people in this world who have the courage to face everything, not to mention that they actually don't even have fear. They just act like this because of procedural judgment. How can you say the courage?”

Caril took a step back, looked at him, and nodded solemnly with a gentle amplitude. The Endless One was slightly stunned, and then laughed out loud. And this time, the curve of the twisted living metal appears extremely real and no longer rigid again.

"I was surprised by your appearance." He sighed, and then shook his head quite ridiculously. "I am an alien? Shouldn't the human guardian god regard me as an enemy?"

"Humans have never had any shelter to speak of. God did not help them get out of Terra, expedition to the starry sea, nor did they save them from bleeding and tears. Humans rely on their own hands to obtain everything they are today. As for the matter of the enemy- —”

Carriel smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and handed the plastic flying knife that had lost its murderous aura to Tarasin: "—For a friend like you who is willing to help the advancement of the Empire's technology, we are not impossible. Let's talk about it again."

The Endless laughed loudly, stretched out his only left hand, burst out from the chain's shaking, and successfully grasped it. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, while Carriel had turned and left.

"Happy cooperation." His voice came slowly, no longer cold.

"Happy cooperation." The Endless answered softly.

He looked down at the flying knife. The moment before the darkness came and the consciousness was frozen, he couldn't help feeling a little absurd. After turning back for a hundred years, he would never have thought that he would have been stuck in such a day and become a collection.

but

He closed his fingers, held the flying knife tightly, and his smile remained as if he had held hope. Darkness came, the door closed, and his consciousness fell into stagnation. Then, after some time, the darkness faded again. A red-robed priest who he had seen once stood in front of him frantically, his face almost scared him.

"Ahh!" Belisarius Kaul stretched out his appendage and shook the cage, shouting with a twisted expression. "If you have the ability to teleport away, you damn metal lump!"

".You are the mechanical priest who came to connect with me?"

Kaul responded with a roaring volume: "It's the dominant sage!"

After the words came, he immediately laughed wildly and grabbed the cage and took it to the outside world - he couldn't wait, and the enterprising spirit of the researcher was burning.

"The dead god is here," Tarasin couldn't help but sigh. "How could it be you?"