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

Chapter 270 Various Housework
Mephiston was confused.

Although he had never thought of summoning the soul of his genetic father before, since someone else said that this was possible, he could naturally think along this line of thinking. If he were asked to design a psychic ritual for this purpose, he would probably first think from a psychic direction, provide a calm surface of water or a mirror as a carrier of the soul of the gene father, and then refer to , Uh, don't make any noise here - refer to the demon summoning ritual, change the various holy numbers and emblems into symbols of the state religion and the emperor, and finally organize a think tank team of about ten people, all participants must be Saint Gems. Son of Leth, finally integrating the psychic powers of all people to accomplish this goal.

In this matter, everything Fujimaru Ritsuka showed him without reservation was, to put it mildly... too "unconventional".

To put it mildly, it looked like complete nonsense.

The reason why the Blood Angels did not actually say this comment to the chief think tank was mainly because of Fujimaru Ritsuka's overly prominent status. Of course, for Mephiston, the long title that the little girl was read repeatedly by the Servo Skull and the Imperial Guard during the ceremony was certainly not a decisive factor. It was Fujimaru Tate who really made him recognize the "gold content" of the other party's identity. Xiang's golden soul in a psychic perspective.

She is indeed trying to hide the Emperor's Light deep in her soul, but unfortunately her efforts, which are quite outstanding among mortals, are basically worthless in the eyes of Mephiston's level Primaris Astartes Librarian. Equal to nothing. Since Fujimaru Ritsuka can carry this kind of energy field in her soul very naturally, just short of writing the word "loyalty", then even if she is really messing around, there is a high probability that she will not cause any trouble from the perspective of the empire. Look at the unmanageable mess.

In addition, what makes the chief think tank be more open to the current "nonsense" is that the current ceremony does not seem to have no possibility of success. Although it is very...unconventional in terms of structural ideas, even a knowledgeable person like Mephiston could not think of any similar precedents from the files for a while, but it was outlined with "special ink" from the ground From the looks of the magic circle that emerged, with a touch of spiritual energy exuding in its lines, it should be able to rotate.

At least from the perspective of this magic circle, it has all the components required to support the operation of a psychic ritual.

Therefore, after a brief eye contact, Mephiston still motioned Coblo to follow Fujimaru Ritsuka's request to place the bright red Holy Grail in the designated location. Then, the Servo Skull handed a sealed jar filled with liquid to the Holy Blood Priest who had just stood up. Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice came from the direction of the "altar" at the same time:

"Pour the contents of the jar into the chalice, and the ceremony will begin."

This time, Mephiston and Cobulo both looked suspiciously at the little girl on top of the altar. The former is because the activation method of this psychic ritual seems too childish, and the latter is because he instinctively wants to refuse to pour any strange things into the Chapter's holy relics.

Fujimaru Ritsuka apparently first received the signal of dissatisfaction from the Holy Blood Priest, or in other words, it was easier to explain the problem on his side. She simply motioned to the other party to open the sealed jar and take a look: "Considering the tradition of your war group, it contains flavored blood wine mixed with a small amount of psychic energy. It may not be authentic, but it definitely has no harmful ingredients."

Cobulo began taking samples to examine the contents of the sealed jar, and invited Mephiston to perform a psychic scan on it. After a short study, they were able to jointly confirm that although the composition was slightly different from the common blood wine in the war group, it could indeed be regarded as a kind of blood wine: the difference mainly lies in the origin and variety of the wine used as the base. A little bit of psychic energy mixed in.

After figuring this out, Mephiston's attention turned back to the ceremony as a whole. He had vaguely realized that the "wild ways" Fujimaru Ritsuka had done were entirely because she had not received any orthodox psychic education. For a person with a professional background like the chief think tank, rather than hearing what Fujimaru Ritsuka himself has to say about this fanciful ceremony, it would be more practical for him to rely on himself and try to use his own knowledge system to explain the entire system.

After Mephiston turned his attention away, Coblo, who didn't get the most crucial hint (whether to pour this thing into the Holy Grail or not), was a little at a loss for a while. This is very unusual for a veteran Space Marine, but in the current situation it happened like this - the main reason is: this is the end?

There were no long incantations, no think tanks gathered together to prepare spells, no sacrifices, no incense, no hallucinogenic potions, no hymns and hymns. There is no element that should appear in a "psionic ritual" in the stereotype. He only needs to pour the blood wine in his hand into the Holy Grail in front of him - after completing this easy thing, the ritual will be completed. Will it start automatically?
This sounds so fishy. It sounds a little more fishy than the empty promises usually made by the enemies of Chaos.

Should he take action? What happens after this? Will there be some disaster that even their chief think tank cannot predict or even predict in advance? Or is it true, as Fujimaru Ritsuka claims, that this ritual will bring (a part of, perhaps) their late genetic father back to life?

This move undoubtedly could have led to two completely different outcomes, but for Coblo, both outcomes held equally unbearable weight in opposite senses. Ever since he was promoted to the Chief Priest of the Holy Blood - or even earlier, he couldn't even remember - he had rarely felt so seriously indecisive about something that seemed so simple. And maybe, just maybe, if this ritual must be initiated, it should be done by the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, right?

In this hesitation, he looked at the chapter leader on the side inquiringly, hoping to at least get some psychological support, but he found that the direction of Dante's death mask was currently facing Mephiston. Mephiston didn't look at anyone, just stared at the patterns and symbols on the magic circle on the ground. The only person who could successfully make eye contact with him was Fujimaru Ritsuka on the altar opposite, and she didn't say anything to urge him in this scene, so Coblo was thankful.

Fortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka is very good at reading the atmosphere, so this "thankfully" awkward silence was able to last for more than three minutes. The one who finally stopped it was Mephiston who raised his head. When he spoke, his tone sounded very determined: "This is a very delicate design. You borrowed the land of Baal to drive this ceremony and make it overall." The threshold has become very low.”

Specifically, so low that a psyker is not really needed. As long as the appropriate materials and sacrifices are obtained, and the magic circle can be correctly drawn and executed, even an Ogryn can initiate this ritual.

"Actually, specifically, it is 'the history of humanity precipitated in the land of Baal', but there is no difference in terms of form and application." Fujimaru Ritsuka responded calmly, not looking anxious at all.

"But this design makes the usage scenarios of this ritual very limited." "Considering the function, it is a problem that the usage scenarios of this ritual are not limited."

Mephiston tilted his head and thought about it, and felt that it was right. So, he turned back and simply motioned to Coblo beside him: "Pour it down."

The Holy Blood Priest held the sealed jar that had been opened blankly, and looked at the Chapter Leader again inquiringly. This time, Dante's death mask also looked at him, and a steady voice flowed from the mouth of Sanguinius roaring in pain on the golden mask:
"Do it." Coblo heard this short sentence.
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Sending a star message is actually very troublesome. This is indeed not like the common communication methods at the grassroots level of the empire, such as video calls or hard-wired telegrams, where the entire operation can be completed by pressing a few buttons and adjusting a few parameters, but in fact - it is generally not like this. It's so troublesome to see now.

Considering that this is after all a directional astrological line that will pass through the Great Rift and reach the Macragge relay station, based on Jorgecelius's common sense, such troubles in procedures and rituals seem to be reasonable.

The communication about the astrological ceremony was mainly carried out by Kaelia and the chief astrological master. Joselius just listened quietly on the side and took advantage of his height to overlook the scroll in the little girl's hand that recorded the overall process of the ceremony.

After the Great Rift unfolded, almost all of the Chapter's think tank received training courses on how to find beacons in the subspace and how to send astrological messages. After all, the current subspace environment is too violent, and there is no telling when it will happen. Encounter the extreme situation where all the navigators or astropaths on the starship are consumed. Therefore, although Hesselius could not be called a professional in astrological rituals, he could at least understand that most of Kaelia's requests were actually made according to the script, which sounded very outrageous in terms of scale, but in terms of operation, they were indeed There is great feasibility.

Of course, this assumes that the spiritual energy level generated by the entire ritual can meet that outrageous scale.

The ongoing topic has not progressed to this point, but it does not prevent Johselius from starting to speculate in advance: According to the scale of the ceremony specified on the scroll, even if this is the astrological relay station of Baal Prime-a world due to the political changes in this world, It has important military functions, so it is particularly favored by the policies of the Black Ship Alliance in the dark side of the empire. Therefore, legal psykers are organizing a quite large number of astrological relay stations - it wants to be mobilized to gather together the ritual requirements. It will take at least half a month for the required personnel, the debugging site, and the relevant personnel to fast and meditate for the ceremony. After all the above is completed, it will take at least half a month to find the right time to actually send this astrological message.

No wonder Fujimaru Ritsuka chose not to complete these preliminary communication tasks in person. Joselius thought boredly on the side.

When he was idle enough to start studying the equipment and furnishings inside the relay station, he happened to find Judge Hastings rolling his eyes for no reason not far away. Joselius turned his attention to the inquisitor, and then realized that the other person's emotional reaction was not without reason: he raised a hand and put it to his ear, obviously talking to the communicator Someone on the other end whispered.

"Just throw him back. Don't bring the matter to light. It will only make everyone look ugly." Hastings' voice was very low, almost just angrily. This is a volume that is easily ignored by ordinary people, but for a Space Marine like Jorgeselius, the latter can still hear it clearly.

This undoubtedly attracted the attention, or rather the interest, of the Blood Angels Think Tank. Jorgeselius, who was a little too bored, put up one ear and tried to capture more causes and consequences. Unfortunately, the inquisitor's communicator obviously did not leak sound. He had no way of knowing who was speaking on the other side of the communication and what specific words he said. What. He only saw a few dark angels calmly adjusting their formations, seemingly completely motionless, while Hastings's face quickly became clouded as time went by. After a few more seconds, he was almost out of breath, and his voice rose by more than one octave:
"no, you can not--"

No one knows what the second half of the sentence he suddenly burst out of and yelled out is, but no one knows what he wants to object to: this sentence was interrupted by a huge and continuous noise—— It sounded like someone was hiding in the wall, trying to physically cut their way through a tight space like a vent duct. The subtle trembling of the relay station building itself and the dust flying down from the shaken structure are a real-time annotation of the authenticity of this conjecture.

This horrible-sounding noise lasted only a short time and was not even long enough to completely panic those present. Almost at the same time that people realized where the noise was coming from, a freight channel gate on the side wall of the room flew inwards, exposing the dark slide rails inside. Immediately afterwards, a Black Shield Astartes wearing the black armor of the Death Watch was thrown into the room from the forcibly opened gate.

"Catraro! You can't do this!" Hastings yelled angrily in that direction, "Fujimaru Ritsuka told you to prepare for assassinations, ambush and infiltration in the dark, but she didn't ask you to do this!"

A pair of blood-red eyepieces emerged from the darkness of the freight channel. After being mechanically filtered, a hoarse, sinister, and creepy voice drifted in coldly: "But she didn't say I couldn't do this. You, a civil servant, have no power. Tell me what to do."

Hastings did not respond to this obviously provocative and insulting statement. His face was indeed still clouded, but he was obviously thinking about other things. After Kaelia confirmed that the person who caused this unexpected incident was a "friendly party" (probably), she began to concentrate on trying to comfort the frightened astropaths. If Heselius instinctively He grabbed his staff and stood ready - at this time, the one who chose to speak in the direction of the freight channel was one of the five dark angels who had remained silent before:

"Can't you chiropterans be quiet when you do something? Why do you always have to make it known to everyone? Is this because you are eager to get attention from others?"

"I'm not eager for your attention anyway." The voice in the darkness first stabbed back, and then made further remarks, "This is the midnight lord's housework, so you should take care of it. I don't care what happens to anyone if I do this. Such trouble, I just know that I have to let the lady know that such a person is nearby."

(End of this chapter)