Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

++Hello, Kayon. ++

The emotionless synthesized sound echoed in the core cabin, and this coldness made Kayon feel a little sad.

His sister, the lively and optimistic sister he once was, has become what she is now.

Izala's naked and complete body floated in an incubator filled with blue nutrient solution. Medusa's crown-like cables were implanted in her hairless head, connecting her to thousands of chambers and countless machines.

On the side of the incubator are placed secondary brains, some of which are the product of biosynthetic engineering, and some of which are taken from living people. These brains are arranged tightly and neatly, fitting to the wall of the box like leeches.

These brains strengthened Izala's processing power and shared her burden, but they also made her consciousness overwhelmed and crowded.

But this is already a pretty good ending.

This is true in every sense of the word.

After being attacked by psychic poisonous bees, he successfully survived and was transformed into a memory by the Mechanicus. He left the cramped warship of Tranoc and boarded the larger and more well-equipped Vengeful Spirit. superior.

Compared to those organs that were broken into pieces and suspended in the incubator, Izala was lucky enough to still have a human form that would make a big demon feel envious.

"Are you okay?" Kayon asked, saying this every time he came here.

++Everything works fine. But I think you are missing something behind the scenes that I can't remember.++

"Gail, Mekari, Jhar, Nefertari, do you remember? My sister?"

The long silence made Kayon feel nervous. After his sister connected to the huge war beast, the Vengeful Spirit, her individual consciousness became weaker and smaller, although Kalbohar had rewritten it. Although the thinking circuit of the secondary brain has been changed, Kayon's sister still has the possibility of losing herself.

From Izala to a memory, this is the inevitable outcome. The only thing Kayon can do is to make this day come later.

++I.I seem to remember. ++

The cold synthetic sound sounded so warm at this time, and Kayon couldn't help but squeeze the scepter in his hand, waiting for his sister to continue to answer.

++Is Gail the wolf? ++

"Yes, a ghost wolf."

As a warp demon, Gale never blinks, drools, or suffers from such trivial problems as hair loss.

The sharp claws and teeth shone with the light of black glass, the eyes were pale and cold, and the fur on his body exuded the burnt smell of ashes after the fire burned out, but it felt surprisingly good in the hand.

Before Gale left him, Khayon enjoyed telepathically communicating with the ghost wolf and gently stroking her soft fur.

Gale seemed to lack awareness of Kayon's touch, and she never showed any expression of joy or boredom.

This may be due to Gale's Tzeentch-type attributes. If Gale was a Slaanesh-type demon, maybe she would respond to Khayon's touch.

++Gail.Gail.++

Izala repeated it twice more, trying to remember the name. Kayon could see the hook of a secondary brain trembling. This was a manifestation of Izala deleting and adding new information.

++I still remember that wolf. Her obsidian-like paws made a crisp clicking sound when they stepped on the deck. She was always curious, darting into the shadows to explore uninvited guests. ++

"Yes, that's how she is. Curiosity is the driving force behind all her activities."

++Then why didn’t she come to see me? I miss her. ++

Kayon was silent for a while. Although Gale had never communicated with Izala, his sister did like this ghost wolf very much.

Because she is very lonely, the only things that can keep her company are the uploading and downloading of various programs, and the starting and shutting down of various machines.

When Kalbohar forcibly pulled Izala's consciousness out of the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness composed of the secondary brain, this feeling of loneliness seemed to be amplified a lot.

Khayon still remembers the former Izala, or to be more precise, the Izala who formed one of the collective consciousnesses.

At that time, the memory body often said "we" instead of "I" as Izala would say, and even took the trouble to correct Kayon's statement and asked him to call her a memory body instead of a symbol of a separate consciousness. Zara.

On the Terranok, Khayon had to pass through many confusing structures if he wanted to get from his room to the core of the ship where the memory was housed.

The turbulent subspace undercurrents and stable time and space in the Eye of Terror are intertwined. The ships traveling in it will be slowly eroded and then enter a similar unstable state.

The Imperial fleet can return to the real universe to alleviate this erosion, but Khayon can only suffer in silence.

It took two hours to cross the door that was difficult to open because of insufficient power, ride on the rickety and creaking elevator platform, and endure the warp singing in the dark corridor before Khayon could reach Izala.

This process is not pleasant, especially since Khayon will pass through the slum-like hell inside the battleship along the way.

The huge mechanical structure was crumbling, and the people operating it were in ragged clothes. They bowed and wept to Khayon, panicking like woodlice in the bright light.

Khayon doesn't hate them, nor does he go out of his way to abuse them. After witnessing the feats performed by the Emperor's Children during the siege of Terra, Khayon resented and resented the senseless abuse.

Thousands of corpses were cleared out by servitors. They died from the plague or other strange things.

The smell of these corpses mixed with the stench of the slums, and even though Khayon's helmet had an air purification system, he could still smell a strange smell that tortured his nose.

Hurrying through here, thinking about how long it will take for the slaves to be exhausted, Kayon will silently set a time at this time, preparing to replenish the ship's labor vacancies through an attack.

The subspace is fair to say. As long as you are strong enough, this is a place where dreams come true. You can directly channel power from the void, summon items, or directly pray to the dark existence.

But for those weak beings, subspace will show them the most intense hell, and endless crazy imaginations will be squeezed out of the bodies of the weak.

The staged death and distortion naturally form a strict hierarchical society inside the battleship. Whoever can live the longest and live the best will naturally become the unquestionable master of the battleship.

This situation happened in Khayon's old battleship, and it can be seen everywhere in Abaddon's Vengeful Spirit.

Kayon and his sister