How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 142 is very sad. I don’t know what to call this chapter.
Fujimaru Ritsuka’s evaluation of the imperial military transportation is: very extreme.

This is not a play on the "Ultramarines are extreme" palindrome.The process of traveling from the surface of Parmenio to the Galatan Star Castle in far-Earth orbit within half an hour was, to her, equivalent to some kind of extremely uncomfortable extreme sport.Fujimaru Ritsuka was not sure whether she felt very sick now because of the shuttle journey from the ground to the Macragge's Glory, or because of the subspace teleportation from the Macragge's Glory to the Galatan Star Fortress. ——But anyway, she felt like she was going to vomit.

Considering that he would have to pass by a large group of unknown bats and then face a mentally unstable original body, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought it was a little early for Kaelia, so he didn't bring her up with him.The person currently helping her push the wheelchair has therefore become Arjuna, and the members of this team, except herself, Arjuna, the think tank director Varro Diglis, and Robert who doesn’t know whether to describe it as aggressive or worried ·In addition to Guilliman, there is also Badan Dovarro, Chapter Master of the Nova Warriors, and a small group of Custodes.

This unusually heavyweight lineup also failed to enhance their experience on this road.There is nothing wrong with the facilities of Galatan Star Castle itself. The problem is what is locked inside - when more than [-] Night Lords have to be imprisoned in one area, no matter who wants to pass through this area At this time, the experience is definitely not good.

Galatan Star Fortress is an outstanding war engine that has survived from the Great Crusade. It is a city that can walk in the void, but it is not a prison specially used to hold prisoners.Although the leader of the Nova Warriors Chapter, Badan Dovaro, succeeded in keeping all the prisoners under guard, this was only a temporary measure after all.Other details, such as how to isolate communication between prisoners or prevent them from yelling at anyone passing by in the corridor, were handled somewhat less than satisfactorily.

In fact, no Night Lord has yet taken the initiative to try to escape from prison. This is a miracle considering the current detention conditions of Galatan Star Castle.

"I'm sorry, sir." Chapter Commander Dovaro was a little embarrassed about this, but this was the limit of what he could handle at the moment.Under the split of the Codex, the scale of the Nova Warriors alone cannot easily guard the prisoners five times the number of the Codex regiment. The Gray Knights, Death Watch, and even some mortal soldiers and officers who are also temporarily stationed on the Star Fortress Everyone was mobilized and coordinated for this matter. However, the intricate communication, scheduling and placement involved meant that this matter would not be handled perfectly in just a few days.

"I can understand, Badan." The imperial regent replied amidst the noise of complaints, insults and even personal attacks in Low Gothic dialect, High Gothic, and even distorted Nostramo. "I Please persist like this for another half month. When those from the Mechanicus complete their work, we will have extra ships to divert these prisoners."

This may be saying that the Empire is urgently repairing the ships that were damaged in the conflict with the Plague Fleet, or it may be saying that the Mechanicus is cleaning up and assessing the junk driven over by these Night Lords - Fujimaru Ritsuka has no intention of saying this. As long as someone is willing to take care of this mess, she can continue to explore the details. Now she only feels that the Midnight Lords around her are not only howling randomly, but even slamming the door panel, which is very annoying.

Just when she decided to say something about it, her wheelchair shook slightly unnoticeably.Arjuna, who completely guessed what she was thinking from her expression, quietly reminded in a low voice: "Pay attention to your style, Master. It is not your job to teach these people a lesson, and there is no need for you to lower yourself in order to do so. This way the purpose is achieved.”

"I think I won the scolding." Fujimaru Ritsuka even sounded a little regretful when she whispered back, "and I really want to laugh at the Nostramo pronunciation of some of them."

Ten thousand years ago, since the planet Nostramo was destroyed by artillery fire ordered by Konrad Curze, Nostramo has become a dead language.Except for the warbands of the Night Lords series who chose to pass down this language as part of the legion's culture, and even linked it to things like power and identity, so even the Children of the Night understand it to some extent, Wannian Today, there are only a handful of people in the entire empire who can speak the language, let alone read and write.

——As a master of swearing in Nostramo who was trained by being forced to practice in a fantasy world, Fujimaru Ritsuka only felt that these had almost no language environment, and they were all half-baked, and they did not understand the language itself at all. It should be a complex and poetic metaphor, and it is really not enough for young people who cannot distinguish between /t/, /ts/ and /tz/ in pronunciation.

But this sentence also attracted the attention of the Imperial Regent.As soon as he finished speaking, Robert Guilliman's very disapproving gaze immediately seemed to hit Fujimaru Ritsuka's head. The latter had to huddle in his wheelchair, stop talking, and change the topic again:
"Speaking of which, how many people should there be in total when these Night Lords come?" She raised her voice slightly to show that she was speaking to everyone present, "If they did bring something like the prophecy, If there is a fleet, there will definitely be more than just these people on board.”

Badan Dovarro turned his head and glared at her, as if he wanted to rebuke something like "don't ask questions you shouldn't ask", but before he actually said anything, Guilliman had already answered the question:

"Just talking about the renegade Space Marines, it's about between [-] and [-]." They were gradually approaching the end of this corridor, getting closer and closer to the special prison where Konrad Curze was imprisoned. "The scene is very chaotic and we currently don't have much time or resources to make this number more accurate."

"...I understand." After learning this number, Fujimaru Ritsuka also began to show a worried look, "This is worse than I predicted..." "Your prediction?" Guilliman asked.

"I originally thought it was [-] to [-]." After weighing it in his mind, and finally choosing to ignore the displeased gaze of the Nova Warrior Chapter Leader, Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "I know the result first, and I am also interested in the process. As I guessed, the backward reasoning problem itself should not be difficult. But this number is still beyond my imagination."

No wonder Conrad became autistic again.She sighed and thought to herself.

The noisy voices of the Night Lords were gradually left behind as the group moved forward, and they began to walk along a spiral staircase.Fujimaru Ritsuka's wheelchair was activated in anti-gravity mode here, and Guilliman's concern was obviously another important point: "Do you have any guesses about the process?"

"There is no doubt that Konrad made unrestrained use of his own essence in this matter, and the psychic connection between the Primarch and the Gene-Child." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "Except for 'unrestrained' Other than that, this is a countermeasure we planned from the very beginning. But I really didn’t expect him to be so...'unrestrained'."

Guilliman recalled the many phenomena mentioned in the report that did appear on the Night Lords ships but could not be reasonably explained scientifically. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart: "Your explanation makes this matter seem... It’s more like some kind of subspace evil being at work.”

"However, the essence of the original body can basically be roughly equal to the subspace secondary god. This is a very certain thing, especially since it is Conrad." Fujimaru Ritsuka did not care about the various looks cast by everyone around him. Talking about some confidential issues nonchalantly, "With his mental state, after activating the essence, the scene created looks chaotic and terrifying, which is natural."

The Imperial Regent reminded with some helplessness: "You have to pay attention, this is not a fact that should be mentioned lightly."

"It depends on the occasion. We are the only ones here now." Fujimaru Ritsuka said confidently: "You, me, the Director of the Diglis Think Tank, and the Forbidden Army have obviously known this for a long time. Arjuna is not counted, Dova Captain Luo Zhan needs to know what he is currently responsible for guarding. Specifically, the reason why Conrad can be locked up here is because he has not thought about escaping yet - speaking of it, Do you think the temperature gets colder the further we go down?"

It was a change that no one else noticed.This change in temperature had no effect on the Primarch, the Custodes, the Astartes and the Servants, so it was not noticeable.But when they decided to check the temperature, they did find that the body temperature here was two degrees Celsius lower than above.

"The constant temperature system in the Star Fortress is not malfunctioning." Within a second, he requested the power armor and conducted the inquiry with his own authority. The leader of the Dovaro Chapter was very convinced, "The temperature control system in this area has been increased." The power output is increased, but the temperature still drops.”

"This is a psychic phenomenon." The think tank director's eyes lit up with a faint blue light, "I can feel the fluctuations of the subspace."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression suddenly became very complicated.The temperature is still falling, and the rate is getting faster and faster.She therefore looked down sadly and sighed:

"...He knew I was coming."

　Miwu (leopard death, but six o'clock)
　　It’s hard to write hard.The next chapter may be painful to watch, but the leopard is already dead (a seal can’t do that——)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)