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

Chapter 344: After going berserk, I couldn't actively introduce myself, but this was also in the plan

"Which one is 'Shalaxi Demon Disaster'?"

In the control room of Storm's Edge, Fujimaru Ritsuka threw the name she got from the communication without hesitation to Mr. Encyclopedia who was teleported back with her. Although Mr. Encyclopedia lived up to her expectations and was obviously familiar with the name as an inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer, he still gave an irrelevant answer:

"I would suggest that you simply abandon this refugee settlement and contact the Blood Angels directly to ask the warships in orbit to carry out a thorough orbital bombardment on it." Hastings said coldly, as if using firepower to directly wipe out a small city of 300,000 people from the map was just a trivial matter to him, like digging out the sprouts on potatoes that have been left for a long time. "But you obviously won't listen to this advice."

In fact, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not listen. While asking this question, she raised the arm covered with the holy scar, and the red mark shone slightly on her smooth skin. The illusory connection began to be constructed from this point - but this "connection" that was not obtained from the mouth of the devil in question and was passed down through layers of calls was too weak. Even a magician like Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had a special talent in "contracts" and "connections" due to past experiences, could not use this little bit of fate to contact the other party's essence.

Besides, Slaanesh couldn't just sit there and watch his concubine, whom he had carefully prepared and who was given special favor because of her usefulness, being burned dry by the Emperor's psychic energy.

A lightning-fast confrontation took place behind the curtain: when Fujimaru Ritsuka tried to explore the essence of the great demon summoned here, the six rings also extended psychic tentacles like smooth silk with a smile. They replaced what the Master of Chaldea originally wanted to find, met her invisible fingers extended through the contract, and tried to "invite" her into the Silver Palace with an ambiguous and provocative traction - of course, in the next second, they were all cut off by a dagger like a materialized lightning, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, which was intended to find something, quickly retracted from behind the curtain, and the remaining chaotic contact on it was quickly burned out in the golden flash.

Medea's spiritual base was inserted correctly, and the Rule Breaker was really very useful. With goosebumps all over his body, Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed the Command Seal on the back of his hand with lingering fear, trying to rub off the creepy touch from his skin as much as possible.

"Failed?" Hastings asked, his tone clearly revealing a sentiment of "I knew this would happen but I'm still disappointed."

"We can't kill the Master, and we can't usurp the contract. For a plan, it's not surprising that they have taken such precautions. We can only fight head-on." Fujimaru Ritsuka made a brief assessment, then turned to the communication device on the console, "Debit? Still alive?"

The barrier covering the Baal Cathedral has been broken, and the chaos pollution has once again begun to slowly dissipate with it as the center - or rather, the summoned Xia Lasi Demon Disaster - but in contrast, all communications within the cathedral have become smooth again.

"..." There was nothing wrong with the signal itself, but Debbie's voice still appeared slowly after a few seconds of silence, "...I can only hold on for three minutes at most. If I lose too much blood, I will go into shock."

"I've found your location. Try not to die. I'll send someone to dig you out." This was not a suitable occasion for tenderness, so Fujimaru Ritsuka cut off the communication after making the corresponding promise. Before the next channel she wanted to contact was established, Asclepius on the side suddenly complained:
"You know his blood type is different from yours, and the blood bank doesn't have much left."

It seemed that he just wanted to say this sentence suddenly, and he didn't intend to seek a response for it. In fact, this kind of situation was not the first time that it happened in front of Hastings, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was also able to wonderfully distinguish which sentences required her to make actual judgments and which ones were just to ask for some spiritual support - just like at this moment, she didn't have the slightest intention of allocating her brain capacity to this matter, but just turned sideways and made an encouraging gesture to Asclepius, and then turned her attention back to the communicator:

"This is Raphaen, the captain of the Fourth Company, the Chief Judge, the Captain of the Blood Angels, the Knight of Baal." A male voice that sounded very unpleasant came over the radio, and questioned in an impatient manner, "Before leaving, Lord Commander Dante appointed me--"

"No time for pleasantries, Captain Raphion, please catch up with the current situation." Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted him rudely with a firm tone, and directly skipped a large section of possible conversation. "A great secret keeper named 'Sharaxi Demon Disaster' has been summoned in the Cathedral of Baal, and the civilians in the first temporary settlement have begun to take refuge. I now need someone who is more familiar with the situation on Baal Prime to mark out a clean open space nearby as a new battlefield, and try to control casualties in the settlement as much as possible. Please send the coordinates to this channel after you decide, and if the Blood Angels decide to send troops to support, please go directly to the coordinates you are about to send."

After saying that, she didn't care how the other party reacted. She just hung up the channel and turned down the input volume. She ignored Captain Raphion's anger at being told what to do and turned on the Storm's Edge's internal broadcast: "This ship is about to arrive above the target location and will deploy combat personnel at an altitude of 30 meters after arrival. The enemy is mainly a single Slaanesh demon individual with a planetary-level spiritual base mass. Except for designated personnel, it is forbidden to directly engage with this key marked individual. Repeat, except for designated personnel, it is forbidden to directly engage with this key marked individual. Simonius, your mission only includes cleaning up battlefield pollution, recovering our personnel - I require that they be found alive or dead - and then protecting Cleopatra and Caelia who came out of the local Ministry of Justice. Do you understand?"

"Understood." The response from the intercom was somewhat relieved, but Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored it and turned to the control room: "Captain Hill, Odysseus. I may have to smash the Trojan Horse."

"Understood." Odysseus was the first to respond. It seemed that he had completely understood the other party's plan without any further explanation from Fujimaru Ritsuka. His tone was even relaxed. "I am curious whether the other party can break Aegis's defense."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, then shifted his gaze slightly as Odysseus disappeared from the spot and Hill headed for the deck: "Sigismund, Arjuna, you are responsible for the second phase, and you will replace Hill and Odysseus after you move to the designated position. Enkidu has not fully recovered yet, and we need you to create opportunities for him to control the opponent."

"Understood." The two people who were called responded at the same time.

Needless to say, the final stage of the entire plan: the warm-up of the Holy Sword Armor has been going on for the past few minutes. This is why Fujimaru Ritsuka asked the Blood Angels to designate an open space - if he is not careful, the Holy Sword Armor will completely wipe out a big demon and evaporate some important facilities hidden by the opponent, which will become embarrassing.

Of course, if Captain Raphaen was very reluctant about this issue, then it would be embarrassing, and Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't mind it very much. At least not as much as he minded the excessive number of casualties in the temporary settlement.

"Captain Stern has sent a message: The Exorcist Codex guarded by the Grey Knights contains the real name of Xia Lasi Demon Disaster." Hastings suddenly reported, apparently his communication device was still connected to the channel of the two guests who had been stood up. "He wants you to solve the problem once and for all by using the devil's real name. Of course, he also wants to see if your ability is as good as the rumors say." "Tell them that with the enemy already at my doorstep, I refuse to recite any devil's real name that will take more than ten minutes to read." Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his eyebrows, "Besides, why do they carry that book everywhere?"

The Book of Exorcists is more than just "that" book, Hastings complained, but this time-sensitive situation really didn't lend itself to a long discussion, so he simply explained, "The Shaper Brotherhood is responsible for guarding this."

The topic was over, because the Storm Boundary had already arrived at the target location. Through the sensors and cameras installed on the hull, everyone in the control room could overlook the ruined state of the Baal Cathedral through a large electronic screen like a floor-to-ceiling window - and, Xia Lasi Demon Disaster who walked firmly in the ruins.

"It looks like it has a clear goal." From this bird's-eye view, Hastings could easily judge from the almost completely straight-line traces left by the Great Demon's corruption. "This is very strange. I can't imagine why a Great Secret Keeper would be so persistent in a certain direction."

"According to the information sent back by Debit, it has been deprived of its sanity. Now it's best to treat it as a combat servant that only knows how to follow orders." Fujimaru Ritsuka commented bluntly, then connected the internal communication again and calmly issued a statement:
"Everyone in position, the action begins."
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At the moment when Xarasi Demon's scimitar was chopped down and he couldn't dodge it because of a broken leg, Sevatar really thought he was going to die.

But perhaps because he had never said a bad word about Fujimaru Ritsuka, this act of good words brought him enough luck, and he still managed to survive. Indeed, he did not get the honor of "the original master personally threw him out of the battlefield", and he was even almost trampled to death by an outsider who had just inserted into the battle - but he survived after all.

Unfortunately, at that time, he did not feel even a little bit of joy of surviving the disaster. All his emotions were occupied by shock: What on earth was that thing? Where was it hidden on the Storm's Edge? Why didn't he know that there was such a thing in Chaldea?
Sevatar was lying on the ground, doubting his life. From this angle, he could easily see the smooth white belly of Storm Edge, hovering motionless at a low altitude of 30 meters, adjusting its engines to regain altitude - he could also feel up close the two six or seven meter tall behemoths wrestling beside him, the direct physical shock of that.

"What is that?" He asked blankly in the dullness caused by the sudden relaxation from the tension between life and death.

"Odysseus," Jeanne Alter answered him. "That is Odysseus' Trojan horse."

Sevatar didn't understand. As the captain of the first company of the legion during the Great Crusade, he had learned a little about the story of the Trojan Horse in his tactical class, but this made him even more confused:

"Even if I take a step back, I have at least seen horses in Chaldea." All the animals on the Storm's Edge are essentially materialized magical concepts and do not need food. However, only Xanthos, the divine horse given by Achilles, enjoys the treatment of a carrot or an apple every day. Sevatar has also been sent to feed it. "But how on earth does this thing look like a horse?"

Replacing Sevatar and facing off against Shalasi Demon Disaster was a large robot made of silver-white metal. It looked a bit like an Imperial Knight - mainly in terms of size, both were humanoid weapons made of metal, and could walk on the ground. Apart from that, it obviously had nothing to do with the Imperial Knight: the most obvious point was that it did not have a hunchback.

If he had looked carefully, Sevatar would have found more differences to support his point, but everything happened very quickly: after the thing jumped down from the sky, it almost brushed against his side and landed on the ground. This heavy mass happened to hit the ground next to him, and the strong shock made him dizzy for about a second. When he came to his senses, he heard the roar of Shalaxi Demon Disaster and the huge metal scraping sound - the humanoid mecha weapon that jumped into the field opened its arms (another evidence, its forearms were actually connected to a pair of hands similar to those of humans, and the red-robed gear boys would definitely make a sharp explosion for such an inefficient equipment strategy. If this was an Imperial Knight, that would never happen), and unexpectedly controlled the two hands of the Great Keeper of Secrets holding the scimitar and shield, but unfortunately, Shalis's beloved servants usually have four forelimbs. Shalaxi's two crab claws attacked the machine like spikes, but unfortunately, an unrecognizable but real force field prevented them from successfully causing damage.

He wanted to see more, but at this time, the "Trojan Horse" had already spewed out flames from its back, and the huge airflow pressed Sevatar, who was near it, to the ground - he remembered, it was Ionid Hill, right? This bastard definitely did it on purpose!
Before Sevatar was pressed to the ground by the air current or was really cooked by the heat, the wooden horse itself, with a large secret keeper, flew up from the spot like any Space Marine with a flying bag on his back. Sevatar wanted to shout "This is not in accordance with the laws of physics", but this sentence should not be said by a psychic like him. In short, because of the downward pressure of the air current, he had to lie on the ground and watch the wooden horse with its struggling enemy rise up unphysical, stay in the air unphysical, fly away unphysical quickly, and disappear from his sight completely. Then, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the joy of surviving the catastrophe finally succeeded in flooding his heart. He struggled hard to get up from where he was, ready to study his broken leg - he did it himself. In fact, he was just hit by the crab claws that penetrated his armor when he was unable to dodge. The trouble was not the injury itself, but the venom that quickly paralyzed his nerves through the wound and brought a false euphoria to cover up the nature of his death. Unfortunately, he was unable to completely avoid this attack. Fortunately, he foresaw this outcome one second in advance, so he used the single-molecule combat knife to cut off the blood vessels in time, and tore the artery in his leg to use blood to flush the toxin out of the body as much as possible.

The Astartes' physique is too prone to blood clotting, so this is not easy to do. Fortunately, as a Night Lord, Sevatar has a wealth of relevant knowledge and knows how to create a similar effect. The price is that this leg may not be able to bear power for a short time, but compared to being completely cold, this price is acceptable.

He barely stood up with the help of the last bit of broken wall under Jeanne Alter's sarcasm. The good mood after surviving the disaster made him not say anything back for the first time. He looked around and searched among the gravel for his good friend who could be used as a makeshift crutch. Then he remembered that the chain saw halberd was still stuck in Xia Laxi Mo Zai's body and could not be pulled out. It was probably taken away with him.

Theoretically, this weapon made of ether could completely disappear out of thin air according to Sevatar's will and then reappear in his hand, but after a brief thought, the captain of the Night Lords decided not to do so: he could simply crawl on his hands and feet to find medical help to fix his injured leg, but the little gift he gave must be stuck in the torso of Xaraxi Demon's Disaster.

He was almost amused by his decision, which was rare. Just as he was about to smile from the bottom of his heart under his helmet, the auspicious instrument caught a signal, which made his mood plummet.

“Simonius.” The corners of his mouth dropped before they rose. “Has anyone ever told you that your helmet, without all the human fur trimmings, is in very bad taste?”

(End of this chapter)