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

Chapter 323 I think Guilliman will have to work overtime

Debbie was silent for a few seconds.

These few short seconds seemed extremely long to Ionid Hill, who was lurking in the elevator in his spiritual form. The Ultramarines not only understood the current atmosphere, but also successfully used his Astartes-class brain to deduce a very complicated power struggle within Chaldea in a few seconds. He frantically called Odysseus in his mind, but the response given by his good partner who was basically dormant was just to turn over in his spiritual base. Fortunately, before Hill successfully tied his brain into a knot, these few seconds finally ended:

"Then it seems that my chances of winning are slim." Debit said calmly, as if he was just stating a trivial matter of common sense. The tense atmosphere just now disappeared - or perhaps that tense atmosphere was just Hill's wishful thinking: in his current form, he could sense another powerful spirit floating in the air beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, which also remained in place, and like Odysseus who moved reluctantly, he did not show any tension.

In this calm atmosphere, Debbie reached out to the tablet computer and said, "What exactly do you want to build? You assumed that I would object when you proposed the plan. Do you want to turn the entire universe upside down?"

"That's not the case, but it's probably close." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged, "It depends on how you look at it."

"What is your position... Never mind." Debbie sighed, "Sorry, I asked a stupid question."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged slightly exaggeratedly to show that he didn't care. During this time, Debit had unlocked the screen and saw the document waiting for him to read, with a total length of 2,465 pages (with increased content).

Just like Guilliman would not read word for word when faced with such a long article, Debit certainly would not do that either. Although he did not have the ability to receive and process information at the level of a Primarch, he was a standard magus who understood the principles and was very good at reading documents. In the ten minutes that Fujimaru Ritsuka hummed while making tea and coaxed Hill to show up and join him, he had already finished the summary of each chapter by skipping through the key points, and had no problem understanding the actual effects that each structural module in the Chaldea Lighthouse would have:

Module 1: "Second Star Torch" - As the name suggests, it will be used as a navigation beacon in the subspace after completion;
Module 2: "Echo of Fate" - Derived from Chaldea's Fate Summoning System, it will become the base for the Cursed Army to appear in the material world, and can provide almost unlimited manpower required to protect the Torch.
Module 3: The Tower of Ends - a storm anchor that ties the stars together, isolating them from the influence of the warp and firmly nailing the "fabric" that symbolizes the "human narrative" to the surface;

Module 4: "Beautiful Journey" - a virtual navigation and transfer system that can be used to launch ships. As long as the Astronomican has been there, it can be reached instantly.

Module 5: "Longinus" - a god-killing weapon, a deterrent weapon to protect the Astronomican from Chaos. When it is actually activated, it can also act as a ground-to-orbit light spear in the material universe, causing devastating damage to ships that dare to stay in the orbit of Baal Prime.

Module 6: "Humanistic Foundation" - After the restraining force (Alaya consciousness) of this universe is gradually generated, the Emperor Fantasy is used as a model to fix the future of human prosperity and development;
——And module number seven, which has yet to be proven, or cannot be proven for the time being.

"I see." Having roughly guessed how the unwritten Module 7 would work, Debbie let out a long sigh, "You did come up with a plan that I would most likely oppose."

"After all, this is essentially no different from the Chaldeas Plan, both of which involve plundering certain resources needed by other species in the universe to maintain the survival and prosperity of mankind." Fujimaru Ritsuka pushed a cup of tea, sugar, and milk can towards Debit. "Since you are even willing to use extreme and radical means to stop that, I think you probably don't agree with mine either."

"You're wrong about that." Debbie put down the tablet for the moment and naturally began to add sugar to his tea. "Does Tezcatlipoca know about this?"

"Probably. I didn't tell him specifically, but I didn't hide from him when I was working on the documents. Although he hasn't said anything about it, I think it's safer to assume that he knows." Fujimaru Ritsuka answered calmly, "Whether he ultimately chooses to support or oppose it, it's a problem I need to deal with. Now I want to confirm your opinion."

"I don't have any particular inclination towards this." To Fujimaru Ritsuka's surprise, Debbie replied, "Marisbury's plan and your plan differ in the fundamental condition of 'cosmic environment'. From my (cosmic) perspective, if he succeeds, the overall development of the universe will inevitably stagnate; but if your plan succeeds, the cost is indeed very high, which may be a good thing for the universe - although I really don't understand where this whimsical plan of yours came from."

Fujimaru Ritsuka held the teacup and asked a seemingly irrelevant question leisurely behind the steam coming out of the cup: "Do you know what the Great Expedition is about?"

Hill, who was holding a small teacup, couldn't help but perk up when he heard this, ready to interject at the right time by virtue of his identity as a witness of the Great Crusade. He looked at Debit and nodded to Fujimaru Ritsuka: "I read a little bit about it in the history of the Iron Hands."

"The details are not important. It's enough for you to know that such a thing happened ten thousand years ago." Fujimaru Ritsuka's first sentence successfully extinguished Hill's enthusiasm, and the second sentence directly pushed him into the abyss. "In fact, for the Emperor, the Great Crusade in his plan is similar to the 'Second Astronomical Torch' you just saw in my plan. Both are troublesome preparations that have little to do with the plan itself, but must be done for the current well-being of mankind."

"Wait a minute." Hill felt he had to interrupt. "Is this something I can listen to? Or is this something I can just say casually?"

"It doesn't matter, right? Anyway, the Emperor's plan failed 10,000 years ago, so it's just a negative example." Fujimaru Ritsuka said without any tension, "His idea at the time was to bring all humans under the unified government again, and then start promoting the 'webway' that isolates the subspace as a means of superluminal interstellar transportation, and gradually use genetic adjustments and other means to completely free humans from the influence of the subspace and develop freely away from the shadow of the evil god. Overall, it's a plan to 'let humans leave the subspace'." Debbie nodded, indicating that he understood it completely. Although Hill felt that he didn't understand anything.

The Ultramarines wanted to say something, but before that, Debit had already blocked all his unspoken words: "This is what happened. Because the plan of 'letting humans leave the warp' failed, you are planning such a plan of 'letting the warp leave the universe'."

Hill began to feel that he understood nothing.

He didn't know how this conclusion was reached, and felt that he had a lot of questions that needed to be clarified, but Debbie didn't give him a chance to interrupt and continued to ask questions: "But even if you look at this plan from your perspective of 'only considering the survival of mankind', what about the Empire? Limiting or forcing a country to maintain its existing territory through means of communication and transportation, at least in the current era, must rely on the existence of the subspace. If your plan succeeds, the Empire, which lacks means of superluminal movement, will not be far from splitting up."

"I handed over the technologies of imaginary submersible navigation and plane moon navigation to the Empire." Fujimaru Ritsuka answered confidently, "After that, the Emperor said that it was his responsibility to consider the issues and that an underage girl like me didn't need to worry about it."

Debbie suddenly grasped a strange point: "Are you really still 'underage'?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not answer, but only expressed his attitude by glaring. Hill finally found an opportunity to interrupt the topic and asked in a slightly weak tone: "Excuse me, does my Primarch know about this?"

"We didn't talk about such a far-reaching strategic goal last time, but the Emperor should be able to tell..." Fujimaru Ritsuka reflexively let out half a sentence before remembering that the psychic signal of this unique Primarch was so poor that he couldn't even connect to the Primarch contact group in the Chaldean summoning room. He had been working overtime and had not slept at all, let alone receiving the Emperor's so-called "oracle" or "dream" or other signs.

After a brief pause, she sighed again, swallowed the first half of her sentence, and said with certainty: "Unless the think tank has told him, I think Mr. Robert really doesn't know."
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"What did this demon host finally summon?" The Grey Knight Captain-Sister, who had read the third-to-last page of the first report (written by Hastings himself), shouted in a voice mixed with shock and anger of being played with, almost losing his composure.

This voice frightened many mortal crew members on the bridge of the Fortitude and Might, but that did not include Marlan, who was also a mortal. She was reading another report that was exactly the same as the one Stern was reading, but her reading speed was not as fast as his, so her eyes were still in the middle of the report. She quickly flipped through the electronic manuscript in confusion, but before she found the description that made the Grey Knight furious, Hastings' voice coming from the communication had already explained the answer to her:

"A small projection of the will of the Lord of Change." His tone was as steady and serious as ever, with a hint of fatigue, but only this sentence seemed to reveal a hint of gloating. "As a psychic, I am sure of this."

"If this is true, as a psyker, you deserve to die," Stern accused loudly. "Even if you survived by chance, you must have been contaminated by Chaos. Any pure warrior loyal to the Empire should ensure that you get the proper 'purification'!"

To the Grey Knight, the situation where this common sense question was overturned made him feel strongly offended, just as Hastings was confidently claiming in front of him that "one plus one equals three". When facing a slightly stronger demon, mortals are at risk of being implanted with evil thoughts and gradually corrupted, not to mention a psyker facing the Chaos God himself (even if it is just a small amount of power projected into reality). This cannot be explained by "good luck". In the world of psychic power, many times only one action, a simple glance, or even a little flow of consciousness is needed for Chaos's purpose to be achieved. If the fragile but bright soul of the psyker does not immediately fall into the control of the Warp Power, according to the Grey Knight's experience, then it must mean that some conspiracy from the High Heaven is secretly fermenting in him.

But Hastings did not show any of the emotional fluctuations that would naturally be revealed by someone who was provoked or questioned. He still advised the other party with a rock-like attitude and unwavering: "Regarding the matter of 'how the people present survived conscious', please refer to Appendix 2 at the back of the report. In short, Fujimaru Ritsuka protected everyone's soul with the Emperor's psychic power at the time, and protected everyone's consciousness and sanity with some kind of anti-memetic means. After careful research, I have discussed the detailed principles of this matter in Appendix 2."

Captain Stern stared at the image of the communication sent by Hastings via radio waves for a while. The Grey Knight's helmet with rigid lines and lack of decorations showed no emotion, but anyone could easily read the suspicion in his eyes. He raised his hand and turned off the display screen in front of Inquisitor Marlan beside him, indicating that she should not continue reading. Then he looked directly into Hastings' eyes and used some words:
"Last chance, Inquisitor Hastings. We have fought together before, and I cannot say how well I know you, but I am certain that it would be a great pity for the Empire to lose such a loyal servant as you."

Hastings, who of course understood what the words meant, did not follow the literal meaning, but answered according to the other party's true feelings: "That's a pity, Captain Stern. I understand your vigilance and concerns, but I promise that I have no plans to leave my current position in any form or accident for the time being. In the foreseeable future, you will have to endure the frequent appearance of a suspicious person like me in your work."

Stern said nothing more, just waved his hand outside the camera. Soon, a small part of the Grey Knight Terminator armor appeared on the edge of the image seen by Hastings on the Shadow Hammer. The sound array slightly picked up the sound of muttering spells, and the transmission signal was temporarily unstable due to the ebb and flow of psychic energy. Hastings didn't know what kind of spells the Grey Knights used, but he knew what they were guarding against: there were too many means in this universe that could subtly corrupt the will of others with just words. The Grey Knights were indeed more resistant to Chaos, but what if Hastings really wrote this seemingly harmless report at the instruction of Tzeentch himself? No one dared to bet that it was safe to read it themselves.

Hastings himself had no right to complain, but he did think Stern was overthinking. When he realized that he had such thoughts, he began to doubt for the umpteenth time whether there was really no memetic contamination on the Stormboundary.

I have to find a way to get off the ship. As Captain Stern continued to read his report as if facing a great enemy, Hastings continued to think so with a serious expression. Regardless of whether there is memetic contamination on the Storm Boundary, I have to find a way to stay away from this group of people - otherwise, sooner or later, I, an inquisitor, will forget even the most basic of the basics, such as mentality.

(End of this chapter)