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

Chapter 291: Once some special problems arise, the organization will first suspect insiders of committing the crime.

Asclepius was rushed out of the infirmary by the sound of the alarm, and when he hurried to the control room of the Storm Frontier, he almost bumped into Arjuna's angrily walking out.

"what happened?"

"Small singularity."

The two heroic spirits quickly exchanged two short sentences in the two seconds when they were separated. Obviously, they had no intention of changing their direction in this short period of time. So, when Arjuna finished speaking, he had already rushed to the far side of the corridor, and Asclepius was already standing under the model of Chaldeas in the center of the room.

"Chaldeas", which has already been adapted to the empire's local environment, is currently copying Baal's Soul of the Planet. If it were just a planet, this project would only take three or four hours to complete. However, due to the precision engineering needs to construct a planet-level ceremony that includes the movement of celestial bodies, Chaldeas is now trying to The Baal Prime and two satellites as well as the surrounding airspace are all included in the calculation. The interaction between the soul seas of the three planets has increased exponentially the amount of calculations required by Trismegistes. Therefore, it may take five to ten days to complete this work.

But at least parts of Baal Prime are available now.

Asclepius rushed to the console and spent three seconds flipping through the conceptual miniature model of the planet where the Storm Boundary was currently stationed. He could not find the "tiny singularity" that his colleagues called it. ". Just when he began to doubt his eyesight and was about to turn over a third time, Arjuna, who had left angrily before, came back - still holding Tezcatlipoca's collar in his hand:

"Are you the culprit?" Arjuna, who was full of anger but not angry, reluctantly put down the Almighty God of Central and South America, and freed his hand to point to a certain location on Chaldeas - not on the surface of the planet, but on A location in orbit outside the planet. Asclepius also followed his finger and finally discovered where the so-called "tiny singularity" was.

It was really a very, very small singular point, probably located on a certain ship outside the star port. Its mode of existence is also unstable. It seems that as long as there is any disturbance, it will easily disappear like a soap bubble that is blown away.

"The Otenaus Spirit Base exoskeleton is not in place, and the last record is the unlocking and change of equipment by the Master with his own authority." Asclepius checked the running records in the Storm Frontier's central control system, " The subspace teleportation platform was activated once after that, and the user was——"

An indiscriminate stream of information flashed before his eyes. To be honest, even when he used psychic powers to make prophecies and exposed his soul to the subspace, he did not suffer so much impact. But fortunately, the energy required to select the parts you need and discard the parts that are useless to you is much easier than the similar step in the prophecy spell.

"Four minutes and fifteen seconds," Arjuna replied, complaining sarcastically to the person next to him, "If you hadn't been so slow - wait a minute."

Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka was still sleeping when the alarm first sounded, she was fully capable of jumping out of bed, changing into costumes and rushing into the control room door within three minutes. Until now, the Master of Chaldea has not appeared here, which means that there must be some abnormal situation.

This news caused a heavy and oppressive silence to dominate the room for two seconds. Then, Tezcatlipoca broke it by speaking:
"...Why are you looking at me? I told you it's not me!" His tone was a little angry, "If Ritsuka were here, she wouldn't say such a thing! Why don't you quickly locate Ottenaus? Trismegistus freed up his computing power and began to run the calculations of the existence proof! "

Tezcatlipoca adjusted his deformed clothes unhappily: "Is it too much? I have always acted according to the rules and regulations - at least when I was in Chaldea. Besides, I have already changed my clothes. World, can we let go of the stereotype that 'there is definitely a conspiracy planned by a certain servant behind the singularity'?"

It took him another thirty seconds to distinguish the blade and hilt of the force field sword, and then reached out to pick it up from the ground again. The success of this matter proved that he was basically familiar with the operating rules of this strange space, which gave him a little confidence. So he continued to carefully expand the scope of his observations.

If the Storm Boundary had not already crossed a universe and things like "Singularity Points" were out of print in a sense, this little thing wouldn't even attract Sheba's attention.

Arjuna wanted to speak again, but at this time Asclepius, who had already retrieved a series of data in front of the console, spoke: "Compared to the question of 'Who is the initiator?', our priority is not Should it be 'Where is the Master now'?"

"Rather than making random suspicions here, let's wait for Ritsuka to arrive." Among the people present, Tezcatlipoca, the only one who automatically gained the greatest suspicion because of his legendary story, tried to light a cigarette for himself. But he was halfway through picking his pocket when he suddenly paused, "Wait a minute, how long has the alarm been sounding now?"

The loud noise that the power armor would make when it moved without concealment came from far away in the corridor, swallowing up the three names Asclepius announced under the noise. Like a small armored car, Sigismund crashed into the room through the door that was temporarily fixed and open due to the warning. He almost didn't notice the extra person who should not be on the ship but was there for no reason. Scatlipoca, bellowing the report: "Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka is missing! She is not in the room!"

This may be due to the rigorous mental training he has experienced as a psyker, or it may be due to the excessive flow of information he has long been accustomed to as a seer. All in all, after two minutes of physical sensation, Hastings, who barely held back his nausea, finally succeeded in finding his force field sword in this complex abstract database that was melted into concepts and information.

He said these words incoherently, then hurriedly trotted away outside the control room.
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The first person to regain mobility was Sibylla Hastings.

He therefore quickly noticed the Death Watch meaninglessly - it was hard to find a more elegant word to describe it - flapping in the corner. Hastings is not a telepath, and he has no interest in prying into other people's emotions, memories, and souls. However, in this special space, it is really difficult for him to ignore the constant flow of information around him. Anxious thoughts coming out. It was obvious that no matter which corner this was the Astartes that Fujimaru Ritsuka had kidnapped, he was completely confused and couldn't even calm down. He successfully realized what kind of situation he was in, and then There is basically no hope of finding where the ground is in this space that goes against common sense.

Then he found Wilchak and her acolyte lying not far from him. In terms of distance, they were preparing to attack each other in the moment before the incident. They were already closer. It was the layers of invalid intelligence that prevented Hastings from identifying their existence at the first time. According to his intelligence, neither of these two were psychics, so the damage they suffered during the initial psychic impact should be less than him. But these two people who were not psykers obviously did not have enough training in thinking meditation. Even the high-performance thinking aid modification specially provided by the Inquisitor could not help them fully cope with the amount of information in front of them. Therefore, they are still lying on the spot, and they have not yet found a way to move their bodies normally.

Perhaps Hastings should go up and stab each one directly to solve some of the hidden dangers of this matter right here. But so far, in his opinion, Wilchak has not done anything more treacherous than being stubborn and blinding his own views, and the crime will not lead to death. Moreover, he himself still has secrets that he wants to know from the other party: for example, how did Wilchak hook up with the devil, what forbidden knowledge did she discover on this ship, what happened that year in the beginning Are there any other hidden secrets in the beginning, and so on. The excessive self-confidence and gambler's mentality that a qualified judge must have added to his pressure, and he finally chose to let these two people temporarily unable to move freely. Finally, he turned to the direction of the center of the storm in the "room" and began to try to unravel the massive and complicated information flow to find the root of the problem:
Fujimaru Ritsuka is obviously still wrapped in it.

Hastings sorted out a lot of things that were not useless, but could not be said to be useful. Most of them are echoes of the past, like haphazardly edited video records that concatenate the cause and effect of events. Some of these things he knew or could guess, others were his own experiences. If he had the leisure, he might appreciate the story structure of laying out clues all over the universe and finally concluding with a fateful outcome at this moment, but unfortunately, he doesn't have it now.

No one would have such a leisurely mind when this kind of "fate" befalls them.

Hastings trudged through the "past" that did not belong in this room, wearily dismissing several possible prophecies mixed with it - he himself was a very high-level prophet, so he could easily divide it. The illusory feeling of "something that hasn't happened yet" comes out. Most of those scenes were bad results aimed at Fujimaru Ritsuka. From this point of view, it is obvious who this trap is mainly targeting.

This made Hastings suddenly feel a sense of absurdity. Could it be that the Tzeentch demon locked in the body of Mita Ashen, who could be said to have single-handedly created the most critical and painful turning point in Hastings' life, was only doing something more important? Do you get one or two disposable stepping stones in a play? For a moment, he felt betrayed by his own life, and couldn't even be the protagonist of his own story - but the next moment, he successfully dismissed distracting thoughts and drove these inappropriate sentiments out of his mind.

This could be a trick of the daemons of Tzeentch. He told himself this and then focused on his current exploration.

He shifted his feet, but wasn't sure if he was actually moving forward physically. He transcended his mentor's face, which was mostly occupied by mechanical prosthetic eyes, past his past self who quietly held up the severed head, and past a series of human relationships, overt and covert arrows, and obedience out of fear. A self-righteous assassination, a forgotten past, and colleagues who are becoming increasingly rare. This room was originally very small. No one knew how small this room was better than Hastings, who once used this place as a "dormitory", but he still walked through a small half of his own body in this short distance of two or three meters. life. Afterwards, he pushed through the fog of massive amounts of useless information and finally saw the thin back of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

He didn't have time to observe further and didn't know what she was confronting. He could only make an instinctive judgment and reach out to the figure behind her. In that moment, countless overlapping scenes passed through his soul like ghosts - grasslands, deserts, terrifying giant beasts, ring-shaped bands of light hanging high in the sky, various cities with different levels of civilization, and weird vehicles. , giant trees in the sky, huge machinery, unknown hints and stars, endless flames and destruction - Hastings doesn't understand what they are, and the only thing he can do is to abandon these scenes as much as possible. The impact was, and then another round of vomiting caused by brain overload grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's elbow.

Then, he began to hear, or in other words, officially began to recognize, something was speaking:

"...I actually don't care about these things." The voice that had always existed in this room and existed in Hastings's consciousness, but had never been recognized as a "voice" by him before, said this, "In In the 'great game' of the gods, it is a petty and ungraceful act to care about the gains and losses of one city or one place. It is indeed a pity that Jestal did not succeed in being included in my domain, but at least for me, That's not such a pity - an excellent deconstruction of large-scale ritual spells, and a subtle rewriting of the future based on the past! In fact, I wanted to meet you at that time, but it's a pity that the cursed one! We don’t really have anything to say about it.”

"Did we really not talk?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's words rang out. She acquiesced to Hastings's pull, but had no intention of interrupting the conversation. Compared with the former's terrifying sound that hits the soul like mountains, her voice is as weak as reeds in the wind, but its cobweb-like presence is always stubbornly stable in place, even if it trembles violently with the wind. It has never been broken. "After that incident, my memory was indeed missing a piece like a dream."

"Are you suspecting that I'm causing this?"

"I don't, it makes no sense. I'm just stating this fact. Rather than starting from the hypothesis of 'Is the probability of the Lord of Changes telling the truth and lying both 50%?', I think I should put my limited Put your energy into something more meaningful.”

Hastings gradually realized that the thing Fujimaru Ritsuka was talking to was even larger and more terrifying than what he had imagined in his wildest imagination. He began to wonder if his actions at this time were a bit reckless, but neither party in the conversation had any reaction to his actions.

"'Something more meaningful,' like?" Tzeentch asked.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought about this question for a few seconds, and finally decided to give a general answer: "It is a question that can be exhausted or applied by human intelligence. I think."

"This answer is a bit boring." Tzeentch comforted, "Don't be restrained, you can be more creative. We can chat here for a long time."

"So, how long have we been chatting?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was suddenly curious, "Although time here is 'almost non-flowing' under your control, but judging from the capacity of information in our conversation, Maybe...under normal circumstances, we have been chatting for about twenty minutes?"

"Is this important?" Tzeentch didn't understand, but he still asked happily, "Would a creature that relies on linear time feel so uneasy in a world that has lost the measurement of time?"

"Not really." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "It's just that manipulating time and space is not the privilege of psychic powers. I was thinking that if twenty minutes have really passed, even if it's Koku in my bedroom, You’re probably starting to feel something’s wrong now, right?”

"But these so-called 'twenty minutes' are just how you and I feel, and the time in the outside world has not even passed half a second!" Tzeentch retorted with excitement, "Or, you have to show me something that I unknown--"

——Another storm of information violently rotated in this space. Hastings only felt that the hand she was holding on to Fujimaru Ritsuka was grabbed by the opponent's backhand. Then, she followed the hand again. Her arm found the opponent's face, turned around and bumped into the opponent - asking the opponent to fall to the ground with her toward the back of Hastings, away from Tzeentch who was leaning on Mita Ashen.

Hastings originally wanted to stabilize his center of gravity - Fujimaru Ritsuka was very light even with the Otenaus exoskeleton, and his Inquisitor uniform was also equipped with power-assisted equipment, so this was completely possible. thing. But at that moment, he tilted his head slightly and noticed that the information vortex in the room was constantly agitating for some newly added data. Then he decisively took a step back and lay down obediently following the force of the opponent's collision. This leaves enough room for the one who suddenly enters the scene at this moment:
The singularity was shattered because it could not withstand the fluctuations of the spirit transfer, and the subspace effect caused in the room due to the chaos of the gods dissipated. The concepts and information that had been superimposed and dissipated were transformed into physical objects again, and the turbulence that suddenly appeared in the center of the room turned into reality's teleportation lightning. Before Tzeentch could finish his words, the blade of the black sword had been thrown away at lightning speed. On to His face.

(End of this chapter)