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

Chapter 288 I must consider whether this is the only opportunity in this life

This is wrong, He did not see this story in any prophecy - but the fact came true before His eyes: the natural gardener who rejected the blessing of the life-shaper and turned to the cursed one, The excellent channel that communicates between the magnificent heaven and the boring reality, the anchor that can establish another kind of rules, the darling of the gods, appeared in front of Him.

The inanimate beings who occupied Mita Ashen immediately felt a kind of ecstasy after a moment of surprise and panic.

This was an unexpected change: as a tiny fragment of the All-Changing Demon King, he had been watching every branch representing destiny in the Crystal Palace for a long time, and he was familiar with every possibility in it. Therefore, He can be sure that this event is completely outside the prediction - of course! He is indeed aware of the growth of every plant in the flowerbed of destiny, but He is not the gardener who grows in the flowerbed - of course He cannot predict the behavior of the gardener!
In the blink of an eye, He made a quick decision: to give up Sibylla Hastings, even though He had been planning this matter for a hundred years. If He could convince the Gardener to be used by the Lord of Change, he would undoubtedly gain great favor from his Master!
Regardless of what Tzeentch himself failed to accomplish, how could the Almighty Lord, who was bound within the body of a mortal psyker at this moment (and was only a fragment), do it. It is always a good thing to have dreams, so the demon host quickly regrouped his emotions and spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka again in an extremely flattering manner: "Oh, my dear chosen one, what do you want to know?"

He wanted to read the other person's mind, but unfortunately, this human shell that imposed many restrictions and constraints on him prevented him from using most of the spells. But on second thought, this may also be a kind of luck. These restrictions prevented his instinctive reaction-if he really extended his spiritual senses to the other party's mind, just such a magic action would be enough to make a mere The tiny fragments of the All-Changing Demon Lord were completely destroyed. Of course, this will also make it impossible for Him to carry out the "slowly planned" corruption plan that He made in the Lightning Stone Fireware.

But for a subspace creature, a Tzeentch demon who is accustomed to psychic senses and spell feedback just like humans are accustomed to their own eyes and ears, this feeling of being blind is not very wonderful. But He is confident: He successfully confused the inquisitor Michaelia Wilchak under the same conditions, and successfully manipulated the other party in a way that the person involved did not know by just using rhetoric without spiritual power. the behavior of. This successful experience obviously gave him a little untimely self-confidence, thinking that he could repeat this strategy again by virtue of his understanding of human hearts.

The good news is that the other party did not choose to exile Him in the first place, but was willing to establish a dialogue with Him - a dialogue is often the beginning of thousands of changes, and this is undoubtedly a very good starting point. However, the bad news is that the purpose of the parties is obviously very clear:

"'Mita Ashen', the original owner of the body you occupy, where is she?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked straight to the point.

The demon host let out a hoarse laugh with malicious intent. A specific question, unimportant, but the devil himself must know. The demon host views this as a simple test of obedience and formulates its own conversation strategy:

"She is dead." There is no doubt that He lied, because humans have a superficial suspicion determined by their weak biological nature. This kind of game makes most of them "smart people" automatically surrender to those who The beast expressed doubts. In comparison, the words of those enemies who first chose to resist, were tamed by their own hands, and had to obey them due to various external forces, sounded more authentic to them. The demon host chuckled and decided to perform a "disobedient resistance" first - anyway, what he has here is just a fragment of himself, and even if it is really eliminated, it will not cause any decisive harm to him. All he had to bear was the risk that this whim plan would fall through again as the fragments disappeared, and the All-Changing Demon King judged that although this setback was huge, it would not break his bones if he could bear it.

At that moment, the demon host seemed to have been hit hard in the face. "Mita's" head was twisted, burned, and then proliferated, and its head suddenly tilted back. He opened his mouth wide and let out a scream - perhaps a scream full of terror and madness, which should have been filled with spiritual energy, but after entering this cell, Sahar could not find any room for his intervention. It sounded more like a desperate cry that was muffled behind the double-glazed glass of the torture room that was not very soundproof: it would not be disturbing and could be heard by other prisoners. There was such a thing about "what was going on in that room" What’s going on” material for the imagination.

It's like handcuffing a person's hands under a slowly increasing hydraulic press. In this process similar to "slow suffocation", the demon host clearly knows that its fragments will be crushed by this simple violence. The destined outcome is not terrible - what is terrible is the slow process in the middle and the pain this process brings. He is not one of those masochists in the Silver Palace of Slaanesh next door. Once this bit of resistance is done, it’s enough. There’s no need to be obsessed with it:

At this time, the demon host, who was forced to immerse himself in pain, was convinced: this was not a spell. It doesn't have any exquisitely crafted structure, but it's worth despising because of it, being more terrifying than a real spell. This is a kind of pure violence, a crushing in terms of size - Fujimaru Ritsuka did not cause ripples in the subspace when she used spiritual energy. The power she exerted came directly from the indescribable throne. She spent no effort in weaving this power: there was no need to waste her energy on such a trivial matter. She just gave them a direction, causing them to slowly "push" the demon host directly at the soul level.

"She is dead! Disappeared! She became the reward for trapping me with this inferior spell! Even the last tiny fragment has been ground between my teeth!" the demon host said with excitement. The vocal cords that originally belonged to Mita Ashen were distorted and forced to emit an excessively high pitch. The sharp noise was mixed with the impact of psychic energy, while scratching the listener's eardrums and thoughts. The temperature of the air dropped rapidly, and frost instantly formed on the ground covered with dried blood - but just a second later, all the above phenomena disappeared, as if they were just the pressure of the people present. It's just an illusion.

The Sky Eagle Scepter in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand just paused lightly on the ground, and all signs of psychic energy caused by the demon host in the room disappeared.

"Where is Mita Ashen?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed the Skyhawk at the demon host and repeated her question.

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness..." Although it is just a fragment, the demon host here also believes that he has experienced a near-death experience - the feeling is very bad, I really don't understand the software in the Silver Palace Why do maggots like to play like this?

"I, I kept her!" The demon let out a suppressed scream, his tone becoming increasingly urgent. "I kept her soul, tortured her, and then absorbed her pain - directly ate Tai Bu. It works out and it’s more fun that way so that’s what most of us do. Please, she’s still alive and I’ll give her back to you—”

Fujimaru Ritsuka finally deigned to remove the scepter, and the psychic stance that kept the demon host "suffocated inside" immediately disappeared. The body of "Mita Ashen" trembled unnaturally, and she let out a small groan because of the remaining pain.

"I tell the truth, I tell the truth!" The demon host's weak voice seemed to be muffled in some kind of confined space, and it barely penetrated through the gaps before being heard. But even if he showed weakness like this, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not stop the movements of his hands. He just maintained the same position and calmly ordered: "Speak."

Is this a spell? But the Supreme Heaven was not aroused - even if it was sealed in a human body, as a subspace creature, the demon's instinctive senses for observing subspace would not easily go wrong. For a moment, the demon host was confused by this phenomenon, but soon, he had no time to think about it:

"You'd better keep your word." Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly. She seems to be very good at hiding her emotions, but this is reasonable, after all, it is a necessary tool for negotiation.

The demon host once again regretted that he could not read the other person's mind now, but this kind of death-like thought did not stay in his mind for long. After regaining his composure, He spoke cheerfully again: "Yes, I will return this human soul to you. But before that, I still have -"

Before he finished speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already raised the Sky Eagle Scepter again. This time, almost all the voices of the demon host were shut behind the invisible position, and even Mitana's tortured and mutated body began to ooze blood from the fragile parts of the tissue. "Wait, stop!" Sahar, who couldn't bear it, came over and grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm. After seeing the tragic situation of Cadmus, he certainly realized that there were some things that he couldn't do. Touched, "You're torturing Mita too!"

"Believe me, she is good enough for this." Fujimaru Ritsuka did not change her mind, "Only after enduring this moment can we drive the devil out of her completely. You don't want to find out that Mita has become a person with no life in the future. Was the relevant time bomb 'cleared' by another inquisitor?"

Sahar immediately fell into an anxious wavering state. Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored him and continued this "execution" for even longer than the last time before he halted the psychic output. The weak wailing of the demon host reappeared in the reality in the cell, and the remaining body of Mita also oozed blood from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, as well as from the wounds caused by various whippings and holy nails.

"Where is Mita?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked calmly again. This time, her calm attitude finally frightened the Tzeentch demon. The prisoner who was bound by countless scriptures and chains let out a helpless sob, and then in the next moment - Mita came back.

Sahar clearly felt this fact happening, but it was difficult for him to describe its process in precise words. In terms of physical changes alone, the difference between the prisoners before and after this event is minimal. But it was this tiny difference - the subtle difference in expression, the speed of eye movement, the wrinkles on the forehead when frowning, the expression when enduring pain - that allowed him to be sure that this was indeed Mita Ashin. His witch, no one else.

"...Kill me." Her voice became hoarse due to pain and fatigue, but her original timbre could still be heard. Sahar stepped forward slightly excited, but only one step. Immediately afterwards, he paused on the spot because he realized the current situation:

After suffering a long period of torture both in soul and body, Mita really had no energy left to discern the situation in front of her. She could only plead to everyone who could hear her and was willing to hear her: "Please kill me." I, let this end."

This is a true statement. Sahar could tell with certainty. Human emotional reactions are controlled by hormones in the brain, and as long as an Astartes pays enough attention to this detail, their superhuman senses will capture to them information that ordinary people cannot notice and require the use of instruments for detection. At such a distance, Sahar could easily smell the subtle smell of Mita's body besides blood and filth - fear, fatigue, and boredom.

He was at a loss for a moment. He was very good at creating these feelings through pain and forcing the other person to wish for death, but he never knew how to save a person who wanted to die from these feelings. Sahar didn't know what to say, but at this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka still showed the same almost cold calmness as when he was interrogating Sahar:

"Mita Ashin, can you hear me?" she asked.

After the human body has withstood a large amount of spiritual energy that it could not withstand, their nerves can easily develop various problems: such as touch, end-limb control, vision, smell - as long as the organ itself remains intact, hearing Often the one who is least susceptible. This is Fujimaru Ritsuka’s personal experience.

But the problem now isn't just that: Mita may have heard her call, but been unable to respond. After a brief silence, the devil once again took back—or rather, took back—control of this body:
"What do you want her for?" There was a sincere confusion in this thing's tone. "She has been in my hands for too long, and it has indeed become uninteresting. You see, even if you ask her , she has no answer for your spirit and ability. If you need a psychic consultant, I can obviously do more - and it won't cost you anything more. I am much easier to support than a normal human being."

While the demon host Zen was trying his best to promote himself, Fujimaru Ritsuka completely ignored it. Instead, she directed the confused Sahar to stand aside, facing the cage holding the demon host with her side, and then stretched out her hand forward, as if to catch something. The Space Marine didn't understand, but after a few words of persuasion he still did it: "What on earth is this going to do?"

"I'll let you be my reading stand for a while. Many books in the empire are too heavy and it's inconvenient for me to lift them by myself." Fujimaru Ritsuka stood facing Sahar, the Ortenus Spirit Base exoskeleton lit up. Several indicator lights turned on, and then golden sand-like light spots fell out of thin air and accumulated in Sahar's open hand.

Within half a second, the "too heavy" weight of the Imperial book dropped to the point where Sahar's hands sank. However, after being mentally prepared, a Space Marine could still easily lift the book with one hand. What it became was a fine gold shell, gem pages, human bone decoration, and a luxurious tome written in gilt.

The demon host burst out a scream of terror on one side, followed by a series of expressions of weakness and begging for mercy. This sudden reaction caught Sahar a bit off guard, but he still performed his function as a reading shelf very well, letting Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly open the heavy cover in his hand, and then checked the catalog bit by bit. Look for the corresponding page number in a similar way.

"What book did you conjure up?" he asked a little baffled, and Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't hesitate to answer:

"The second edition of the Book of Holy Words." There was a hint of schadenfreude in her calm voice. "It stands to reason that the first edition is more lethal, but the first edition I have seen is almost a shoddy promotional pamphlet. The binding doesn’t look as impressive as this version.”

In fact, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already read and recited the full text of the first edition of "Sacred Words". If she wanted to exorcise demons, she would not need this reference book at all. The reason why I picked out such a thing without meaning is mainly because of the issue of deterrence:

At least, the demon host in front of him has indeed been frightened by this sacred tome.

(End of this chapter)