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

Sahar took a deep breath, and the next moment after the corresponding reminder light at the edge of his vision went out, he almost shouted out with revenge:

"What happened to the witch?!"

Before anyone else could react, Sahar noticed but failed to notice that the volume on the communicator had been turned down significantly. After the mute mode was lifted, only Sahar could still hear the giggles transmitted by Savita through the radio waves:

"To be honest, when the word 'last leg' is so obvious, you should worry more about yourself."

(End of this chapter)

Useless extra: Why are the names of Chaldea's hidden bosses so long?

Useless extra: Why are the names of Chaldea's hidden bosses so long?

It was the sixth day that Tezcatlipoca lay unnoticed in the lounge of the Storm's Edge.

As a ship that was obviously built with the human body in mind, each room in the Storm's Edge is much smaller than similar functions in modern Imperial ships. However, considering that this was originally designed as a public lounge for parties, the room with the Emperor's statue still has a considerable volume.

The considerable volume was currently filled with smoke. It was hard to tell whether it came from the unconscious power of the "smoke mirror" or from the piles of dead Laho sticks in the ashtray on the small coffee table. In any case, the instigator was obviously the almighty god (his own human incarnation) who stretched himself out on the couch and lay there as a matter of course. From various angles, this was not a behavior worth promoting. Unfortunately, during the period of arrival in Baal, the crew of the Storm's Edge, who were already stretched to the limit, were busy, and most of them were missions that required leaving the ship. Even Fujimaru Ritsuka sometimes simply followed the Blood Angels' invitation to live outside.

No one except Arjuna had come to the room in the past few days, and no one had protested Tezcatlipoca's behavior or reminded him that the smoking room on the ship was located elsewhere - until now.

The mechanical friction sound of the room door sliding open did not alert Tezcatlipoca. The space expansion technique inside the Storm's Edge might interfere with the supernatural senses of most psychics in this world, but not his.

The Almighty God reluctantly got up from the sofa and casually shook the messy golden hair on his shoulders behind his back, so that he could see nothing. He knew that the person who came was Asclepius, who was responsible for staying on the ship, and he expected that this god of medicine who attached great importance to health would have some complaints about his actions during this period, but unexpectedly, the first sound that appeared in the room was the rumbling sound of the exhaust fan running at high power, rather than the voice of preaching.

“I thought you were going to complain to me.” Tezcatlipoca’s tone sounded very listless amid the smoke. “Rather, I was looking forward to you doing so. After all, I’m very – bored right now.”

"I have nothing to say to foreign gods." Asclepius' voice replied in the noise of the exhaust fan. "I am committed to pulling humans back from the brink of disease, pain and death, while you push them to the brink. There are fatal differences in philosophy, and there is no point in talking to each other. In the end, it will only develop into an irreconcilable conflict. You should have realized this in the Indian Lostbelt."

Tezcatlipoca made a slightly frustrated sound. “But I’m really bored.”

He did not deny that he did expect to see a person with whom he had an "irreconcilable conflict" to entertain him, but since the other party had already seen through this, he did not force the idea of ​​entertaining the other party. The Tezcatlipoca who appeared in Chaldea was always a relatively easy-to-talk Tezcatlipoca.

"Then find something less boring to do. You are not tied to this ship." Asclepius began to drive people away mercilessly.

"Unfortunately, I do have a reason to wait here in boredom." Tezcatlipoca shrugged and tilted his head in the direction of the Emperor's statue. "There are some things I need to discuss with him, but the speed with which he responds to questions... well."

It was unknown whether it was sincere or false, but in the end, Tezcatlipoca still "sighed deeply". Asclepius's eyes lingered on the Emperor statue and Tezcatlipoca for a few seconds through the misty smoke, and then he asked as if he was considering something: "Is it that he 'can't' talk to you, an outlander, or that he 'doesn't want' to do so?"

"I think it's the latter," Tezcatlipoca said, lighting another cigarette in front of the doctor. "There's nothing wrong with the operation. He just can't 'make up his mind' about whether to make this deal with me."

Asclepius nodded and asserted in a tone of certainty that was clearly displeased, "I understand."

This unusual attitude aroused Tezcatlipoca's interest: "What do you think?"

"It's not a brilliant idea, but it's worth a try." Asclepius said, "Psychologically, when people face someone of similar level, they are more likely to have a desire to win and feel ashamed. If this also applies to the emperor... Wait a minute, I'm going to the kitchen."

Tezcatlipoca slowly wrote the word "confused" completely on his face, but Asclepius ignored him, turned around and left, and returned to the lounge five minutes later - holding a scallion.

"I thought about it again on the way." This time, the Argonaut's doctor strode through the lounge and walked directly to the Emperor's statue. He slammed the onion in front of the statue's base. "I think it would be better to write the story related to this into a booklet and randomly distribute it among the Custodes, Astartes, the Ecclesiarchy, and anyone else. Although strictly speaking, we don't know each other, since the general trend of history is similar, I believe that some of the things that happened here should have happened to you in a similar way, so this is not a rumor. I don't know what you think about it. If you don't reply, I will really do it."

Lacking some of the previous information (referring to the Emperor rowing on the Argo), Tezcatlipoca was a little confused by this scene, but no matter what, after this strong medicine was taken, the effect was indeed immediate:

The statue reluctantly emitted a hazy golden light, and the emperor's face, made of marble, gold foil, and rock color, revealed an "unwilling" expression under the subtle changes in light:

"What exactly do you want to say?" The long-awaited Lord of Humanity used his psychic power to make his voice resound throughout the room. There was indeed a hint of caution beneath his helpless tone. "We may be able to talk to each other, but this does not mean that there is a basis for mutual recognition of our views."

-

Bonus: When Asclepius first appeared, some old things that Iron Father Malkan Ferros had better not know.

Storm's Edge, infirmary.

Asclepius (previous): Has the patient been brought here? Who did it?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Me and Xiao En.

Asclepius (conducting a basic check): Fortunately, there was no secondary damage during the move, but the spiritual base stabilizer was a bit overdosed. Next time you encounter this situation, try not to move the patient, and call me directly for a visit. I'm going to start the operation. Close the door when you leave. Whoever wants to come in must wait for visit permission. -

Iron Hand yelled inexplicably from far away in the corridor: I don't care what you pharmacists say, the Iron Father will survive! The Son of Gorgon will never give up! !

Asclepius: ...?

Fujimaru Ritsuka:……

Asclepius: Son of what?

Fujimaru Ritsuka (hanging on the God of Medicine's waist in a hurry): Although you heard it right, it's not what you think, my good brother* Please listen to my explanation——

Asclepius (struggling): Go away. You are not my junior sister. Don't interfere with my surgery.

*In the end, I only performed normal treatment during the operation and allowed the pharmacist from Iron Hand to observe. Thank you, God of Medicine.*

*But apparently, Ferros was studied thoroughly from top to bottom. And after being diagnosed as this Gorgon and not that Gorgon, he was strongly disliked by the God of Medicine.*

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 282 Sometimes you can’t wash clothes too often

The temperature was freezing on the corridor that was supposed to be used as a freight corridor.

Because "Wilchak" put forward the need to avoid being noticed by others, this group of people still tend to choose remote roads where not many people pass by. Under the guidance of careful resource allocation, no one thought that the passage that almost only the maintenance servitors would pass through and use needed to be included in the heating system of the mid-deck. Even for space navigation, today's ship hull materials are naturally equipped with excellent thermal insulation layers in the interlayer. The temperature in their areas is still below freezing point only due to the heat radiated from the more pleasant areas inside the middle deck.

This place is very close to the void. The airlock leading to the outside of the ship is only one or two walls and less than 20 meters away in a straight line. If the damage is not considered and the path is opened with plasma and thermal melt, then Just five meters. Fujimaru Ritsuka had no doubt that this was the reason why Coran Cadmus chose to attack at this part of the journey.

When the ship does not have the need to communicate bulk cargo internally and externally, this cold cargo channel that only leads to the outside of the ship has never been cared about. This means that even if the emotional Sahar causes trouble here, it will be easy to clean up the end.

The universe is big, even if the ship is docked above the starport. As long as you throw the unwanted things out of the airlock, no one will care whether there are any small pieces of garbage on the track except for the unmanned operating ships that clear the channel regularly. Cadmus was very confident about this.

Sahar may have two brushes. At least so far, except for this time, he has completed all the tasks assigned to him by Wilchak - no matter what the tasks were at the beginning. It looks so lifeless. Like his three other Kill Team teammates, Cadmus saw this in his eyes and came to the conclusion that "this cunning traitor is not easy to kill." But he, like his three other Kill Team teammates, took it for granted that Sahar couldn't beat any of us in a head-on confrontation. What's more, the friendly Lord Inquisitor Wilchak was also present.

Although she is a mortal, don't think that a "mortal" in the empire who can be a lord judge will be a useless vase in close combat. With the modification implants, defensive force fields, and various weapons hidden under his clothes and jewelry, Wilchak's body could erupt with firepower that was no worse than a tank in an instant. This is only the part that everyone knows.

However, will this firepower be delivered to the target as accurately as Cadmus expected? he does not know.

The creaking servitors, as usual, did not think there was anything wrong with the conflict that was quietly breaking out in the middle of this deserted corridor. The preset programs in their remaining poor brains could not support their recognition of potential dangers. . Although Judge Wilchak initially supported Cadmus's move because of her always bad character, he soon remembered something and changed his mind:

"This is too close to the hull. We shouldn't stay here for too long." She first concluded briefly to Cadmus, and then turned to Sahar, "You should have had a premonition of this. . Are you really naive enough to think that an envoy of the Throne would really spare a favor for an acolyte who once betrayed the Empire and betrayed his master? Of course, the same is true for Space Marines."

"You promised me!" Sahar roared to Wilchak, undoubtedly angry, but Cadmus always felt that there was something else indistinguishable underneath this anger, which made him feel uncomfortable. It’s so right, “You promised that she would provide her with the necessary medical measures——”

"——I did provide it, but I never guaranteed whether the medical measures I provided her were 'she needed' or 'I needed'." Wilchak's smile at this moment was almost "shameless" The best interpretation of four words, "And I have indeed fulfilled every agreement between us. I mean, she is indeed 'alive' at this moment. So, you who realize what the problem is, now want to How to do it?”

She put the question back to Sahar in a very nasty way, but clearly had no intention of hearing his answer. Before the other party spoke, even before Cadmus realized that the Inquisitor would make a move, shining arcs of electricity crackled out of Sahar's power armor. This little voltage had no perceptible impact on Cadmus, who was holding the gun, and Sahar's screams, which were distorted into angry wails under the pain, clearly proved that it was just because these systems were overloaded. The main target of the arc generated is the person inside the power armor.

This is normal. If a prudent Inquisitor decides to take a traitorous Astartes into her service, it would be reasonable and efficient for her to do something with his power armor. The problem is that Cadmus does not believe that an electric shock of this power can kill an Astartes, even a firstborn who is more fragile than him. But Sahar did fall down amid this burst of painful wailing, and in the next few seconds, he only made a little struggle that had no tactical significance and was just a reflex instinct, and then stopped moving.

"Don't look at me like that. I admit that the overload discharge part is just for fun." When Wilchak talked about her remote control modification of the power armor, she obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "What really knocked him down was the internal injection." sedative. Okay, now take him and continue our journey. It was you who started this problem, so don't complain."

Cadmus was silent for a short while, then finally moved the muzzle of the gun that was still pointed at Sahar, who could not move. He leaned down and sighed inaudibly: "Okay."

-

There were not many people along the way. Those people other than the "few" people also started to react when they saw the mistress of the ship walking silently in the dark, followed by a Death Watch Astartes who was carrying his colleagues like rice bags. Know that you should turn your back with a wink, stop in other corridors, or hide in a nearby room, pretending that you don't see anything.

This is normal. The vast majority of humans in a normal mental state will be attached to their ability to see and speak. They will not want to be ordered to pluck out their eyes, cut off their tongues, and then be assigned to do something that will kill them in a few months. The heavy manual labor of an able-bodied person was even made into some form of atonement servitor. Fortunately, Wilchak is obviously not a lenient master. The impression that the servants of the Lord Inquisitor may suffer catastrophe as long as they make one mistake has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts; and Fujimaru Ritsuka met him along the way. The crew members still fall into this "vast majority" category, so they did not encounter anything that could be called a "disturbance" during their journey to Vault No. 44.

When the heavy metal door of the secret library slowly closed again behind them, neither Fujimaru Ritsuka nor Cadmus could even move or speak for the time being, and could only be forced to keep their overwhelming anger in their hearts. Sahar was more or less relieved. Of course, none of them actually physically expelled the breath from their lungs and still acted as usual.

Fujimaru Ritsuka imitates what the real Wilchak would do in a similar scene: ignore anything unimportant going on around him and move forward with purpose and almost without stopping. Her seance technique has been proven successful in a series of previous tests. At least the layers of identity authentication levels on the Shadow Hammer have never turned her away so far. Cadmus didn't have any special reaction. He just silently took a few steps forward in the secret vault, found a position a little far away from the door and not in the way, and put the weight of the black shield (Midnight Lord) on him. down.

He raised his head and watched Wilchak familiarly accept the various certifications set here by the ship owner, and passed them all without any problems. Vault No. 44 is not big, obviously too small in terms of the lord commander's powers, but according to the classification of the person involved, she really doesn't have much worth protecting in this vault. According to past habits, Cadmus stood a little further away, watching quietly as the inquisitor used his identity authentication to disarm numerous mechanisms, and took out a "power" from the relic box with a built-in stasis field. "Staff", and then reset all the lifted mechanisms step by step, even though there is nothing in the box.

"I often feel that you are a little too cautious sometimes." Cadmus' voice sounded behind Fujimaru Ritsuka. To be honest, she felt a little bit, but from the subtle information transmitted from the empathy projected by the spiritual base, she could confidently read that Wilchak himself would do this.

Perhaps someone who is not cautious enough cannot be a judge for hundreds of years. This is no longer a problem that can be explained by pure luck. She cursed so deep in her heart, and then imitated Wilchak's proper tone and said angrily: "Brother Cadmus, you are a little strange today. Normally you don't talk so much -"

After sorting out everything in front of him, Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally turned around and directly faced the black muzzle of the plasma pistol.

——Won’t point a gun at me. She completed the second half of the sentence in her mind, struggled for a moment, then raised her hands while still holding the scepter, sighed clearly, and asked calmly:

"Can I know where the flaw is? I think I acted quite similarly."

Cadmus did not show any clear emotional inclination, but at least he was willing to answer this question:

"Intuition. I don't see anything wrong with you, and I have no evidence to prove my suspicion before going to the bridge to confirm the situation. The only mistake you made was choosing to surrender when facing my gun. As for him," the Primaris Astartes tilted his head in the direction of Sahar, "from the beginning, I felt something was wrong with this guy. He was a little too clean."

The face of the "Wilchak" in front of Cadmus finally showed a complex expression that the judge himself would never show to others. It included confusion, confusion, and at the same time, it showed what the person involved thought. It's unreasonable: "The automatic assembly system has its own cleaning function. I should have remembered that."

"So, who are you?" Cadmus ignored the other party's self-examination and just continued to ask, "Assassin's Court? Callidus?"

"...I don't think the trouble I caused is enough to require the Assassin's Court to appear." Wilchak in the secret vault shrugged, "Or maybe I did make a misjudgment in this regard, but I didn't Just know. All I can guarantee is that I have no relationship with the Assassin Court."

Cadmus snorted coldly, probably deciding to give up the possibility of seeking the truth in this "easier" way. He decided not to seek the truth with simple words, but instead used the threat of gunpoint to issue an order to the other party: "Put down that scepter and come to me."

The distance between the two is about six meters, which cannot be called "far" even based on the average stride length of a mortal. At such a distance, facing a Primaris Astartes who had already completed his aim and was only one finger away from killing the Primaris Astartes, the one at the disadvantage was Fujimaru Ritsuka no matter how you looked at it - even if she was really Like Wilchak himself, it was loaded with firepower worthy of a tank.

In such a close battle, the most important factor that can determine victory or defeat is often reaction ability, and Cadmus is fully confident that he can pull the trigger first before the opponent intends to make any move.

He believed that the other party did not have the capital to make any decent resistance in the current situation. But the "Wilchak" in front of him was indeed not as easy to deal with as he had thought.

"If you want to control me physically, just come up here." "Vilchak" almost half-heartedly admitted that he was not Wilchak, ignoring Cadmus' request and still stood firmly. He didn't put down the scepter in his hand, "You only need to take five steps, or even a few seconds. If I were in your sprinting state, I would be pinned to the ground by you before I could react - -But why did you ask me to go over?"

Cadmus' index finger on the trigger moved uneasily.

"You talk too much," he said, and then reiterated his request, "Put down your scepter and come to me."

"I'm really curious about this question." Fujimaru Ritsuka still didn't move. "If I refuse, will you come to me?"

Cadmus's plasma pistol clearly began to charge: "Don't make me shoot."

"You know that most defensive force fields are triggered automatically and do not require the wearer to react to whether they are turned on or not, right?"

The disadvantaged "Wilchak" was even smiling, as if he had no doubt that even if he was hit in the face by a plasma ball, he would be able to survive with his beard and tail intact. This attitude obviously offended the dark angel, and his always quite calm tone was finally tinged with a hint of impatience:

"You know, 'Who are you' and a series of related questions are not that important, right?" He threatened, also hinting at an ultimatum, "There are many psychics on the ship who are real With the services of Inquisitor Wilchak, even if we need to know the answers, we don’t necessarily need a living person to answer these questions.”

"Uh..." The face of Wilchak in front of him showed an awkward expression that the other inquisitor himself would never show. "You still remember that we are not the only ones in this secret library, right?"

"Varied--"

The word only half succeeded in coming out of Cadmus' mouth. The other half was forced to eat back due to a sharp blow to his lower back. The magnetic boots that were successfully turned on almost at the same moment made a loud and harsh noise on the floor, but it also allowed the Dark Angel to barely steady his steps and did not fall forward due to the impact, but his center of gravity had definitely occurred. offset, and in a hurry, there was not enough time to make adjustments:

In the next moment, Sahar's whole body rushed forward. Even Primaris Astartes would inevitably be caught off guard when faced with a sudden impact of hundreds of kilograms. In desperation, he had to give up his plasma pistol so that his hands could be free to deal with the opponent's almost unorganized pushing - Sahar can move now, but his movements are obviously not very clever, and he can deal with it like this. Cadmus formed a temporary suppression, but still managed to catch the opponent off guard.

The reason why he was quiet before was probably true because of the sedatives. The Dark Angel didn't quite understand how this man got up from where he was in this state, and still managed to touch behind him while maintaining absolute silence, but It doesn't matter. This trapped beast fight was meaningless and could only delay him for a few seconds at most. Almost as soon as it was lifted, Cadmus realized that Sahar's hands now had no gripping ability even with the help of power armor. (Maybe that's why he didn't pull out his gun and point it at the back of Cadmus' head and squeeze the trigger.) The traitor couldn't even successfully overthrow his opponent in the current close wrestling.

At the same time, the pistol that Cadmus had thrown away in desperation was thrown in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka along a disturbed parabola. The person involved hesitated for a moment, and after spending a moment comparing the size of the Primaris Space Marine's so-called "pistol" with the size of Wilchak's hand, he regretfully chose to kick it deeper into the vault, away from its owner.

So the fact that I feel like everything in the empire is at least one size bigger than me is not my problem. At that moment, such thoughts passed through the mind of Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was slightly relaxed——

——Therefore, it also appeared in Wilchak's consciousness.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 283 Sometimes you can’t wash clothes too often

The temperature was freezing on the corridor that was supposed to be used as a freight corridor.

Because "Wilchak" put forward the need to avoid being noticed by others, this group of people still tend to choose remote roads where not many people pass by. Under the guidance of careful resource allocation, no one thought that the passage that almost only the maintenance servitors would pass through and use needed to be included in the heating system of the mid-deck. Even for space navigation, today's ship hull materials are naturally equipped with excellent thermal insulation layers in the interlayer. The temperature in their areas is still below freezing point only due to the heat radiated from the more pleasant areas inside the middle deck.

This place is very close to the void. The airlock leading to the outside of the ship is only one or two walls and less than 20 meters away in a straight line. If the damage is not considered and the path is opened with plasma and thermal melt, then Just five meters. Fujimaru Ritsuka had no doubt that this was the reason why Coran Cadmus chose to attack at this part of the journey.

When the ship does not have the need to communicate bulk cargo internally and externally, this cold cargo channel that only leads to the outside of the ship has never been cared about. This means that even if the emotional Sahar causes trouble here, it will be easy to clean up the end.

The universe is big, even if the ship is docked above the starport. As long as you throw the unwanted things out of the airlock, no one will care whether there are any small pieces of garbage on the track except for the unmanned operating ships that clear the channel regularly. Cadmus was very confident about this.

Sahar may have two brushes. At least so far, except for this time, he has completed all the tasks assigned to him by Wilchak - no matter what the tasks were at the beginning. It looks so lifeless. Like his three other Kill Team teammates, Cadmus saw this in his eyes and came to the conclusion that "this cunning traitor is not easy to kill." But he, like his three other Kill Team teammates, took it for granted that Sahar couldn't beat any of us in a head-on confrontation. What's more, the friendly Lord Inquisitor Wilchak was also present.

Although she is a mortal, don't think that a "mortal" in the empire who can be a lord judge will be a useless vase in close combat. With the modification implants, defensive force fields, and various weapons hidden under his clothes and jewelry, Wilchak's body could erupt with firepower that was no worse than a tank in an instant. This is only the part that everyone knows.

However, will this firepower be delivered to the target as accurately as Cadmus expected? he does not know.

The creaking servitors, as usual, did not think there was anything wrong with the conflict that was quietly breaking out in the middle of this deserted corridor. The preset programs in their remaining poor brains could not support their recognition of potential dangers. . Although Judge Wilchak initially supported Cadmus's move because of her always bad character, he soon remembered something and changed his mind:

"This is too close to the hull. We shouldn't stay here for too long." She first concluded briefly to Cadmus, and then turned to Sahar, "You should have had a premonition of this. . Are you really naive enough to think that an envoy of the Throne would really spare a favor for an acolyte who once betrayed the Empire and betrayed his master? Of course, the same is true for Space Marines."

"You promised me!" Sahar roared to Wilchak, undoubtedly angry, but Cadmus always felt that there was something else indistinguishable underneath this anger, which made him feel uncomfortable. It’s so right, “You promised that she would provide her with the necessary medical measures——”

"——I did provide it, but I never guaranteed whether the medical measures I provided her were 'she needed' or 'I needed'." Wilchak's smile at this moment was almost "shameless" The best interpretation of four words, "And I have indeed fulfilled every agreement between us. I mean, she is indeed 'alive' at this moment. So, you who realize what the problem is, now want to How to do it?”

She put the question back to Sahar in a very nasty way, but clearly had no intention of hearing his answer. Before the other party spoke, even before Cadmus realized that the Inquisitor would make a move, shining arcs of electricity crackled out of Sahar's power armor. This little voltage had no perceptible impact on Cadmus, who was holding the gun, and Sahar's screams, which were distorted into angry wails under the pain, clearly proved that it was just because these systems were overloaded. The main target of the arc generated is the person inside the power armor.

This is normal. If a prudent Inquisitor decides to take a traitorous Astartes into her service, it would be reasonable and efficient for her to do something with his power armor. The problem is that Cadmus does not believe that an electric shock of this power can kill an Astartes, even a firstborn who is more fragile than him. But Sahar did fall down amid this burst of painful wailing, and in the next few seconds, he only made a little struggle that had no tactical significance and was just a reflex instinct, and then stopped moving.

"Don't look at me like that. I admit that the overload discharge part is just for fun." When Wilchak talked about her remote control modification of the power armor, she obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "What really knocked him down was the internal injection." sedative. Okay, now take him and continue our journey. It was you who started this problem, so don't complain."

Cadmus was silent for a short while, then finally moved the muzzle of the gun that was still pointed at Sahar, who could not move. He leaned down and sighed inaudibly: "Okay."

-

There were not many people along the way. Those people other than the "few" people also started to react when they saw the mistress of the ship walking silently in the dark, followed by a Death Watch Astartes who was carrying his colleagues like rice bags. Know that you should turn your back with a wink, stop in other corridors, or hide in a nearby room, pretending that you don't see anything.