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

Chapter 330 Famous nonsense on the moon: People will die if they are killed

In the public's perception, Fujimaru Ritsuka is the owner of Storm Edge. But if someone actually goes deep into the daily operation of this small boat, they can easily find that this so-called "owner" is often just a nominal subordinate relationship.

For example, once entering the infirmary in the Stormbound, Fujimaru Ritsuka would have to bow his head under the eaves and let everything here obey the will and rules of Asclepius - in this space, the God of Medicine is the well-deserved ruler.

Now, the ruler has driven away all the outsiders who have intruded into his domain without reason, and is satisfied with the sacrifice: Fujimaru Ritsuka is very good as a patron, but she herself is obviously useless in providing rare cases. Although this is not her problem.

In contrast, the problems of Debit, big or small, obviously made the Greek God of Medicine more satisfied in relevant aspects - although for the person concerned, this could hardly be called good news. The traditions and customs brought by the Iron Hands from Medusa led to Debit's living conditions for a long time in the past... I can't say that the conditions were poor, but they were rough. Mortals born and raised in this era might be able to adapt to this roughness, but for Debit, who was 100% ancient in terms of genotype, this roughness was a bit fatal.

For example, Asclepius had already detected excessive levels of several heavy metals in him, as well as several organic diseases that were caused by them. If Debit's existence was not essentially different from that of humans (or, if he was more tolerant than ordinary humans), his thinking and judgment abilities did not strongly rely on the actual brain in his body, and the functions that should have existed in his body could have been fooled by various magical means, he should have shown symptoms of heavy metal poisoning by now.

Similarly, there are some radiation sicknesses that do exist, but have not erupted under the containment of various magics. It's not that he has not tried to deal with these problems - in this era, although radiation sickness is a bit troublesome, it is not an incurable disease. Debit has received some medicines and advice from the pharmacist of the Iron Hands Chapter, but it is still the same old problem: his immune system does not like this kind of external interference, so in the end, nothing can be done.

In the 42nd millennium of human history, the "mortals" active in the universe are also the races that have been screened and iterated by human beings through genetic technology. Compared with the Astartes, they are certainly fragile, but compared with ancient people like Debit, they are still more adaptable to harsh environments and powerful medicines. If Debit was not a magician with relatively rich experience in wilderness survival, he might not even be able to leave the hive world in the Caliss sector.

Being allergic to "modern" technology is not just his problem. Asclepius can at least say with certainty that Fujimaru Ritsuka is also allergic to the current artificial plasma.

"I won't say more unrealistic things, but at least in your daily life, you should pay more attention to food safety standards." During the examination and treatment, Asclepius gave such medical advice, "You don't have to worry about this when you are on the Storm Boundary. When you are outside, just remember to eat with Li Xiang. Here is a dietary guide I wrote for her, you can take it for reference."

Both of Debit's arms were connected to tubes. The dialysis treatment mixed with some magic tricks forced him to stay where he was. He could only turn his head to catch up with the God of Medicine's back. "Write to her? Is it necessary?"

"I know that her poison resistance is no secret, but it is still necessary," Asclepius replied, "but this kind of 'poison resistance' based on magic relies heavily on the base, or the collective unconscious of public perception. If the vast majority of people in the world believe that something is 'harmless', she will not have resistance when she consumes the relevant substance. For example, she will really have severe tachycardia if she drinks coffee in this era."

Debbie blinked. "That's not what I meant."

"how?"

"For normal people, severe tachycardia may lead to heart failure and eventually death. This should be common sense, so I know that."

In medicine, this is an imprecise statement, but Asclepius did not immediately correct Debit's mistake in this narrative because he quickly realized that there was a more urgent problem to be dealt with later:

"But for Fujimaru Ritsuka, will she die for this reason?"

The mortar in Asclepius's hand fell back onto the operating table with a bang.

"Why do you say that?" He turned around and looked at Debbie sharply, "Is it because of the existence of that Central and South American Death God?"

"It's just some basic inferences." Debit Zem Voyd is a magician who grew up under the guidance of the monarch of the inheritance department. Some secrets that are difficult for mediocre people to access are just common sense that exists naturally like breathing to him. "Isn't the way she came to this universe 'through the root'?"

The preparations needed to contact the source alone were enough to make her leave the "human" way of existence. Strictly speaking, the same was true for Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose physiological parameters were completely solidified at a certain moment when she was seventeen years old. She was currently a "static" body recast by the pseudo-third law - this was something Debit had heard from him in person during their last meeting. It was not difficult for him to make further inferences based on this.

"After all, the operation of this infirmary is not essentially based on her need to maintain her health, right?" Debbie pointed out bluntly, "If it weren't for the accident that happened to Malkan Ferros on the Claw of Destruction, you wouldn't even be summoned out."

Asclepius was silent for a few seconds.

"You are very perceptive." The Greek god of medicine commented, "For a moment, I even considered whether I should kill you."

——Perhaps Fujimaru Ritsuka herself did not realize it, but the logic of the whole thing did work like this: when she used herself as a medium to descend to Karna for the first time in order to escape from the Crystal Palace, she used the God-killing Gun, causing her skin to be sacrificed and peeled off, but she did not try to actively summon a doctor for herself; when she and Koz were traveling on the same ship for half a year at the beginning, she was seriously injured by him twice because of his mental instability, and she did not try to actively summon a doctor for herself. But until Asclepius was summoned because of a cyborg who had nothing to do with Chaldea, she was still alive and kicking, without even an extra scar on her body.

Perhaps Fujimaru Ritsuka did naturally acquire some battlefield first aid knowledge during her past journeys, but the above injuries were clearly beyond the scope of emergency treatment. How did she recover without the help of professional doctors?

——After all, did she really "survive" those three injuries? Was it true that the body remade by the pseudo-third law "would still die if killed" or was it just her wishful thinking? This was the answer that Asclepius did not find through the medical room's usage records, and he did not really dare to let go and look for it.

"That's not necessary." Debit replied calmly, "Although it's not a good deed to disguise the truth, I am a magician after all. If you regard this as a large-scale ceremony to maintain the recognition that Fujimaru Ritsuka is still a 'human', I can also remain absolutely silent on related issues: as long as she continues to lead the universe as a 'representative of mankind', even if it's only for one day, I will continue to remain silent to promote this irrefutable good deed and support her to continue to 'live like a human'."

In the final analysis, the so-called regular physical examinations, dietary instructions, a schedule that balances work, exercise, and entertainment, and eight hours of sleep that Asclepius set for Fujimaru Ritsuka were indeed just to use this almost stereotyped "daily life" to make Fujimaru Ritsuka have the illusion that "he is still the same as before" in this strange universe:

Of course I am still human.

"I just have one question." Debbie continued, "Does Fujimaru herself realize this?"
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Dante stood on the terrace of the second-floor corridor of the Basilica of the Holy Blood, looking down at the bustling auditorium.

The place where he stood was undoubtedly the "second floor" in terms of structure, but in terms of height, he was about ten meters above the ground. This terrace overlooking the auditorium allowed him to see the belt of the colossus of Sanguinius in the distance, and made the originally majestic and heroic Blood Angel brothers on the ground seem small in his eyes.

This distance would not produce such a big optical illusion. Dante knew that what really caused him to have such a feeling was the difference in angle: when everyone was standing on flat ground, the difference between a Primaris brother and a Firstborn brother could certainly be easily distinguished, but when the observer adopted a bird's-eye view, the height difference between the two would be eliminated a lot due to the angle problem.

But the Chapter Master will not be confused on this issue. Indeed, in the current Blood Angels Chapter, most of the battle brothers are Primaris Space Marines, but there is still an exception:
Death Company.

After all, no one can perform Primaris surgery on a Blood Angel that has fallen into the Black Rage. Although the Primaris Space Marines are not completely immune to this Chapter curse, given that resistance does exist and the fact that these new brothers have only joined for a short time, the vast majority of brothers in the Death Company are still firstborns.

The original furnishings in the auditorium were temporarily moved away to accommodate all the people, things and objects needed for today's special occasion. The rich smell of spices and heat rose from the auditorium, and the smoke from the incense burner mixed with the sound of orchestral music and the chanting of blood slaves specially trained for this purpose, echoing and reflecting in this specially designed auditorium. These should have created a sacred and peaceful atmosphere in the auditorium, but unfortunately, their brothers who were unfortunately defeated by the illusion turned a deaf ear to it.

However, compared to the past, when they were in the current Cathedral of the Holy Blood, these cursed brothers had indeed become quieter and more docile. There were still fully armed blood slaves and mechanical servants that could knock down an Astartes "guarding" each Death Company brother, and there were still heavy chains and shackles that were responsible for restricting and slowing down their movements. Their minds were still deeply trapped in the illusions of the past, causing them to roar in anger or act aggressively from time to time that were misplaced from the current scene - but it was true that this was not the first time that Dante had seen the Death Company assemble, and he had even personally ordered these pathetic brothers to assemble in this way many times to prepare for a suicidal assault. It can be said with certainty that they were much calmer than every time before.

At least today, most likely for some well-known reasons, the emotion these brothers more frequently express is not the usual anger, but mourning.

Above the auditorium, the majestic statue of Sanguinius lowered its eyes, looking down sadly at Corbulo and his assistants moving among the crowd, checking the similarities and differences in the physiological indicators of each brother who had fallen into the Black Rage; under the soft light of the Gene-Father's psychic energy, the Death Company's priest Remat seemed to have completely regained his sanity, kneeling in a corner in front of the statue and praying in tears; and opposite Dante, on the terrace on the other side of the auditorium, Mephiston and the Chapter's think tank were looking down and on guard with an almost cold and ruthless attitude.

This seems to have worked. Dante thought silently. Perhaps "bringing the brothers of the Death Company closer to their genetic father" is an effective attempt - it will take time to confirm whether it is correct, but at least for now, it seems to be effective.

He still needed time to continue observing and further refine this inference, but a member of the Holy Blood Guard behind him politely interrupted his thoughts: If Heselius is back.

What was going on was indeed very important, but for Dante, who was just observing and witnessing, he also had the time to listen to a report at the same time. The think tank secretary was quickly led to the same terrace by the guards. Heselius should have immediately briefed on the "accidental death of the Archbishop of the State Church", but at this time, he looked at Dante's face without the death mask and brought up a completely unrelated topic:

"Excuse me, Master Dante," the Librarian said, "but your eyes are bloodshot. When was the last time you rested?"

Dante tilted his head inexplicably because of this slightly abrupt topic. He was not angry, but just felt a little funny in his heart: "After undergoing the Primaris operation, the energy I lost over the years has returned to me. Thank you for your concern, Gaius, but it is unnecessary."

If he was facing Mephiston, Joscelius might have said a few more words, but now he was facing his highly respected Chapter Master, a role model in all aspects of the contemporary Blood Angels, so he decided to drop the topic briefly and return to what he really had to report.

The Librarian told the whole story to his Chapter Master amidst the noises of incense, hymns, and the Death Company brothers. This slightly absurd story, which was later restored, made the knowledgeable Lord Commander take a moment to think about it before finally making a decision:
"I agree with your judgment. We should immediately organize a team to go to the world where Archbishop Trolipo sits to investigate the possible Chaos Cult contamination in the local area. In this way, we can characterize the whole matter as an individual problem of a minority faction within the State Church, and then return the remains and the investigation report to them, allowing them to resolve the issue internally."

"Barr is already very busy now and has no intention of being drawn into any power politics struggle."

The Chapter Master concluded with a hint of subtle annoyance.

(End of this chapter)