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

The alarm in the secret vault only sounded for three seconds and was reluctantly stopped under the command of a higher-level identification code.

"...He's not dead, it's probably just that most of his nerves are temporarily inoperable." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked down at Cadmus who fell on the ground and said this, but it seemed more to comfort himself, "When the incident happened I’m also holding the scepter, so the security protocol is downgraded.”

"And Primaris looks really hard to kill. From what I see, you don't need to apologize. He will be fine as long as he recovers for a few days." On the other end of the communication, Sevatar was still making sarcastic remarks calmly.

But the other Night Lord who was also on this communication link obviously didn't have the leisure to review things afterward. Sahar almost immediately recovered from where he was - behind the container where Fujimaru Ritsuka was originally hiding. ——jumped up: "What happened to my witch! I don't know about this yet! It's okay that I received an electric shock and a sedative injection for nothing. Damn it, can you stop playing riddles!!"

"I tend to think that this is your own problem." Savita's voice in the communicator was annoyingly steady, "Your mood swings are too great. You know, even if you can guarantee that you can stand still at that time, Staying where you are, without saying a word, our respected lady can get over this problem in front of this damn dark angel. This operation could have contained no violence at all, but now it has become like this. your fault."

"Good news, he probably didn't send the information in front of him to other places, so no one should know that we have caused some trouble here." After using the identification code of the scepter to check the code in Cadmus' power armor, he overstepped his authority. After recording the communication, Fujimaru Ritsuka concluded, "Bad news, after the commotion just now, Judge Wilchak himself must have realized that something was wrong."

"Do you want to retreat?" The inquiry voice in the communicator was somewhat gloating, and this immediately aroused strong opposition from an on-site executive, "Shut up, it's impossible! Unless I see Mita, I will not leave." Departed on this ship!"

"This is unreasonable, Senior Sahar." Sevatar took advantage of the situation and started to wonder from the perspective of seniority. "Given that your seniority in the legion is much longer than mine, it should not be difficult for you to understand how the empire's system operates. As a Traitor Astartes, it would not be a pity to be sent to this ship if you were to die, but a lady’s face is very precious——”

"——It's not that precious." Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted Savita's chanting personally. "Considering that my tasks and responsibilities are irreplaceable to a certain extent, I occasionally want to be ridiculous in small things. The Empire's Other departments will also be forced to tolerate it. The most I will really pay in this matter is a Sigismund special version of the simulation room sword fighting marathon, and it is not to the point of sacrificing a life for the sake of face.”

"Mita can still be saved!" Sahar somehow understood this sentence leapingly, or maybe he had a strong need to grasp such a life-saving straw.

He was locked deep in the room by a trap in the middle of the secret vault, holding in one hand the useless scepter that Fujimaru Ritsuka unsealed from inside, pacing anxiously on the spot: "Mita is still alive now, right? Should we go rescue her immediately?"

"First of all, Sahar. Your overly excited emotions will cause obstacles in our subsequent infiltration work, so you must calm yourself down and accept the reality, because we have to make plans based on reality." Fujimaru Ritsuka thought that she could use the authority of the Sky Eagle Scepter to disarm the trap and release Sahar from it, but after weighing the situation, she first chose to speak clearly on the premise that the person involved was partially restricted.

Sahar nodded anxiously not far away: "I understand, I can-"

"——You can't. Take a deep breath now and calm down." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was almost commanding, "Otherwise I will leave you here and go find the cell where the former inquisitor's acolyte is held. I won't would go deep into the enemy camp with a baggage that would obviously have a negative impact on the execution of the plan.”

Sahar, who was really panicked, didn't even realize that the important scepter Fujimaru Ritsuka had gone through all the trouble to take out was still in his hand, so her words were a complete bluff. As a result, he actually had to take a minute or two to take a deep breath and barely suppress his anxious thoughts.

There's no point in being anxious. He repeatedly told himself that excessive eagerness and recklessness would only make him mess things up. After he thought he could calmly accept any terrible fact, he asked Fujimaru Ritsuka the question again: "So, what happened to Mita?"

"Are you sure you can handle any bad news right now?"

"What good news, bad news - it's happening!" shouted Sahar. "I have to know what's happening to her!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed: "Okay, but you must calm down."

"You said before that she is still 'alive', and I have already made the best psychological preparation based on this." Sahar said this, but Fujimaru Ritsuka still cast a suspicious look at him, and then spoke:

"The information I obtained from empathy: Mita Ashen has been made into a demon host by Lord Inquisitor Wilchak."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 286 He is the same type of substitute as me.

While Sahar, who was shocked after learning the truth, had not completely calmed down, Fujimaru Ritsuka took this opportunity and decided to try to start a discussion on an issue that he did not understand in order to solicit other people's opinions:

"I find this very strange. I remember - or maybe I remember wrongly - isn't Wilchak the Inquisitor of the Order of the Outsiders? What does she want with a demonic host? And, most importantly, where did she come from? technology?"

Although among the well-known double-standard monsters in the empire under the Inquisition, it is indeed treasonous to secretly create demon hosts for various reasons or needs, but it is not very rare. After all, the Inquisitor is also the most powerful person in the empire. The powerful are also one of the groups best at "making people shut up and keep secrets." However, getting a demonic host that is controllable and capable of accomplishing certain purposes is not something that an inquisitor can do just by touching his upper lip to his lower lip: this kind of tightrope walking on the edge of danger and depravity has a technical threshold after all. .

How to judge whether the carrier is suitable, how to accurately summon a demon that is strong enough but not that strong, how to make the demon actually get into the carrier (rather than other psykers performing the ceremony or even the Inquisitor himself), and how to put the demon into the carrier. How to restrain the devil, confine it within the carrier, prevent it from having the ability to cause trouble in the real universe, and force it to obey. In the process of creating a qualified demon host that can be used by oneself, every step requires very professional forbidden knowledge of the warp or demonology, and the help of powerful psykers is absolutely indispensable. Considering that there are indeed a large number of psykers serving her on Inquisitor Wilchak's black ship, the latter condition is considered to be met by her default. But where did she get such professional taboo knowledge?

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't think the judges of the Alien Court would pay attention to this kind of crooked ways - the emphasis was on "this kind", not "crooked ways". Maybe she had a stereotype, but in her concept, the imperial red lines that the Inquisitors of the Alien Tribunal were more likely to violate were usually things like "raising an Eldar prophet" and "having a pleasant conversation with the Necron Overlord". Things like "making extensive use of its knowledge and technology" and "hiding a hateful intelligence". It would be more reasonable to let Hastings, who belongs to the Demon Court, make the mistake of controlling a demon host privately. Although Hastings, as a psyker, can basically do anything that the demon host can do, he has absolutely no motivation to do so.

"You remember correctly, but I don't think it is very important." Saiweita said in the communicator. "When you decided to board the Shadow Hammer, the goal you set for yourself was to 'unnoticed' Under the premise of bringing Mita Ashen back to the Stormbound', whether you decide to use some extraordinary skills that no one else knows about to reverse the fact that the person has become a demon host, or really turn a demon into a demon host. Bring the host back to your ship - I promise you, your ship will not become more heretical because of this little thing - I have to remind you that now this goal has failed at least half."

"You can think that I'm just making a fuss, but I really think there's something fishy about this matter." Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, "Do you think if we contact Hastings now, will it be convenient for him?"

The communication link was silent for a few seconds, and all that could be heard in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears was Sahar's angry shouts such as "I want to kill that old witch." This man was locked deep in the secret vault by a trap that had not yet been lifted, and he was walking around in circles like a headless fly in anger and anxiety. Fujimaru Ritsuka was once worried that the other party would be dazzled by hatred and anger, rush out of the secret vault regardless, and then be cut into small pieces the moment he passed through the trap. Fortunately, he at least still retains his basic sanity and knows that if he dies here, revenge will be empty talk.

Moreover, Sahar didn't know where he would go after leaving the secret library. The confidentiality level of Vault No. 44 is too high, and it is a completely unfamiliar position for a betrayer like him who was forced to join. He might be able to roughly grasp the general direction between the bridge where he and Wilchak were, but walking on the maze-like black ship, having only a general direction as a guide was far from enough.

After experiencing a period of noise bombardment, Savita, who confirmed the situation through the sound array center of the Emperor's Dream during this period, finally replied: "Of course I believe that if you insist on contacting the other party, our dear Judge Of course I will make time for you.”

"This means 'inconvenient', right." Fujimaru Ritsuka automatically translated the euphemistic expression of yin and yang in Savita's mouth, "If Ranmarok is free at this time..."

"——The situation will not change." Savita interrupted this assumption slightly rudely, "Let me remind you that you have wasted a lot of time at this halfway point. You can complete the reservation earlier. It would be a good thing for all your accomplices that the target is back on our own ship."

Under the insufficient light in the secret vault, Fujimaru Ritsuka's shadow swayed slightly for a moment. There was a little unobtrusive black spark on the ground nearby, but it was enough for the owner of the shadow to capture this detail with his own eyes:

Edmond Dantès, the Count of Monte Cristo, the "guardian in the shadows," silently agreed with this argument.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had to sigh and give up on getting to the bottom of this issue for the time being. She raised her head helplessly and spoke toward the inside of the trap to persuade her: "Sahar, calm down. If you stay like this, I can't safely let you out of it."

"Let me out!" Obviously, the person she wanted to communicate with had no intention of communicating with her. "Let me get out of this damn place! I can give that *Tyra expletive* Wilchak a try!"

"What about Mita? Do we ignore her?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with a doubt that sounded very sincere.

The Master of Chaldea has a way of making others listen to her in most situations. Sahar's rank was obviously not high enough to go beyond "most situations", so he was also mishandled: "But you said that Mita has become a demon host -"

"——Becoming a demon host does not mean that you are completely sentenced to death, at least for Chaldea." There was not much time, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was too lazy to explain too much, "We can only do one thing this time: Go get Mita and cure him, or go kill Judge Wilchak. Which one do you choose?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka said this, but she actually had no intention of actually taking action against Judge Wilchak. Her plan was that if Sahar chose the latter one decisively, she would ask Sevatar to activate the teleportation platform, capture him back to the Emperor's Dream, and she would walk the rest of the way by herself. It’s just that Sahar was extremely confident on this issue. He didn’t hesitate at all and answered decisively: “Of course I will save Mita.”

After getting the answer he wanted to hear more, Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, and tapped the ground nearby with the Skyhawk scepter. The trap set by a Lord Inquisitor was obviously sophisticated enough. In addition to the additional alarm sound when it was activated, Sahar, who had been "stabbed" (and cried out in embarrassment) before, was caught in it. No signs of attack were found during the startup process. He couldn't figure out what the principle of this thing was, but - sometimes it was not necessary to understand its principle to stop a trap, as long as it stopped triggering.

Even if the trap loaded on the Alien Court's black ship contains alien technology, it is still loaded on an Imperial ship and controlled by the Empire's central control system. Almost all imperial systems will open access to the high-level identification code built into the Aquila Scepter, and Vault No. 44 on the Shadow Hammer is no exception.

This allowed Ritsuka Fujimaru to successfully pause the trap without even finding the console, and successfully call out the angry Sahar inside. By the way, she also used this trick to read the communication records in Cadmus' power armor.

"I remember you were injured in this trap?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked smoothly, "Where is the injury?"

"It will not affect the operation." Sahar unsurprisingly misunderstood the fundamental reason why the other party raised this question. Therefore, it was Sevita who gave the accurate answer:

"According to the physiological test records of his power armor, there was an internal bleeding marked on the inside of his ribs, roughly at the location of the spleen." He reported this fact in a very official tone, and then concluded irresponsibly, "Astartes only needs a few tens of seconds to stop the bleeding, and he won't die."

Sahar finally woke up from his dream, and he lowered his head and touched the corresponding position between his chest and abdomen inexplicably, but he found that there was no scar on the power armor, and the servo system did not transmit any possible slight damage information. But at that moment, he did feel as if he had been stabbed - the doubt about "how did I get hurt" was quickly drowned out by strong anxiety, and Sahar roared at the person who asked the question again:

"I said it won't affect the battle!" He quickly picked up his empty bolt gun, and with his other hand almost menacingly gave the gem scepter he took out from the depths of the secret vault. Fujimaru Ritsuka, "The most important thing we should do now is to leave this hellish place and find Mita!"

The Master of Chaldea mechanically took the things that were stuffed into her arms, and watched Sahar busy reloading, checking combat readiness, and trying to take all the bits and pieces that he could use from the unconscious Cadmus. She didn't have time to speak up to stop this immoral behavior happening in front of her eyes, her mind was still stuck on the previous question:

"Even if nothing big happens to you, what exactly is this trap... I mean, I can understand its principle in a subtle way, but how is this principle realized with imperial technology?"

"The throne - or some other messy thing!" Sahar shouted impatiently, "It's just the principle of a trap. Is this something worth spending time thinking about? We've already gotten rid of it!"

"Okay." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed and gave the final explanation on this matter, "If Judge Hastings is free, Sevita, I hope you will ask him for me: 'Except for fighting Did Inquisitor Wilchak join other orders of the Inquisition outside the Order?"

"What does this have to do with that?" Sevita wasn't really asking, he was just complaining, "What will happen if she joins another order?"

Even though he was just complaining, Fujimaru Ritsuka still responded: "I doubt it because the attack method used in this trap is more...'magic'. To put it simply, just like recording or video recording, this trap records The 'Slash at a certain time in the past' is placed, and it loops every time it is triggered. Even if it is just this, there is no doubt that this trap involves the technology of time and space dislocation to some extent. It is very concealed and can evade most force field defenses, but the Empire's material science is also advanced enough. If it only relies on simple 'slashing', the lethality is obviously not guaranteed. I don't think an inquisitor will take this kind of obvious significance. The trap of flaws serves as the trump card in the secret vault.”

"'Imperial Material Science'," Savita's voice in the communication contained a clear sneer, "I think you are overestimating this point. The Empire's 'Shield' is indeed very strong, but the more dominant 'Spear' will always be exist--"

"——Do you think the Skyhawk Scepter can be cut off by anything?" Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly asked.

Without waiting for anyone present or absent to react, she strode towards the trap again and quickly stepped on the trigger area in her memory. The same alarm sounded again, but Fujimaru Ritsuka had already withdrawn and returned to the safe area outside. Instead, he extended the Sky Eagle Scepter in his hand into the space where the trap was——

——There was no flash of sword, no change in air flow, and no sound of even a slight bump. Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand holding the staff was also very stable, apparently not disturbed by any external force. But in the next moment, the Sky Eagle that was stretched into the death zone ahead had been cut into three irregular pieces and scattered with clanging clangs. The part of the scepter also broke apart silently and fell to the ground. The slender cylinder rolled miserably. All the fractures were quite smooth, with no signs of melting due to high temperatures or cracking due to freezing, as if it had just been cut off.

Even Sevatar was shocked by Fujimaru Ritsuka's dismissive attitude towards the symbol of the highest power under the Emperor in the empire. After he calmed down, he remembered that even if such a high-level sacred object was to be destroyed, it would not be destroyed so peacefully. And Fujimaru Ritsuka apparently got some kind of answer based on this:

"It makes sense: 'Because the slash has happened without any hindrance, nothing in its path will be an obstacle to the slash.'" The remains of the Aquila scepter were revealed when Fujimaru Ritsuka made this The conclusion dissipated in the air like gold sand. The next second, another identical thing appeared out of thin air in her hand. The alarm was turned off again at the command of the Eagle Scepter identification code, "This is conceptually No matter what kind of physical defense, it is meaningless in front of the law of cause and effect weapon."

Savita was silent for a moment: "This logic sounds very familiar. I seem to have heard similar things on Jestal."

Sahar, who had finished touching Cadmus's "corpse", kicked the opponent in anger from a little distance away, causing the Primaris Space Marines to let out incomprehensible sobs of anger. This made the person involved feel a little sense of crisis, but he looked at the back of Fujimaru Ritsuka and finally gave up the tempting option of shooting his former teammate twice in the head. Instead, he raised his head and urged: "When are we leaving?" ?”

"Immediately." Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly answered Sahar, turning around and leaving behind the trap that did not seem to contain much imperial technology in principle. She stuffed two rune stones into the hands of Cadmus, who had woken up but was only able to squirm on the ground, as compensation, and then quickly left Vault No. 44 with Sahar. It was very disappointing. Morally locking people in.

"By the way, your feeling is correct." After completing this series of actions, Fujimaru Ritsuka replied to Savitar on the way to the psychic prison where Mita was imprisoned, "The entire ritual on Jestal is me The ultimate application of the concept of 'reverse cause'. That's why I want to know whether Inquisitor Wilchak holds a post in any order other than the Foreign Order."

Savita, who didn't understand the connection between the context and the context, chose to be weird: "I thought you were a good boss who didn't like to tell riddles."

"To be specific, the Kronos Order. Or the 'Time Court'," Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "If that's the case, then she may have come to me because of Jestal's matter."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 287 Sometimes the other person overturns before you even realize it

There were no problems with the air circulation and purification system, but the bridge of the Shadow Hammer still felt stuffy. Even if the two inquisitors only engage in a verbal confrontation, it will make the surrounding apprentices and servants tremble.

"I've warned you a long time ago not to get involved with Fujimaru Ritsuka - don't even try!" Hastings tried to lower his voice, but his emotions, which were gradually approaching his limit, made this effort ineffective. " You didn't listen to my advice, and then the spies you sent out were caught; and I spent hours here trying to resolve this matter without bloodshed, and you didn't listen to my advice— Well, you are asking for death!"

"I will not listen to your baseless alarmism." Wilchak's attitude also became extremely sharp. Apparently, she also decided to completely tear off the useless social mask after these few hours of negotiations. "If I hand over a respectable subordinate who risked his life to work for me just because of someone else's reprimand, how can I still sit firmly in this position? What will other people who work for me think of me?"

"At least if you do this, they will still be able to see you in the future." Hastings almost laughed out loud, "And don't worry, can your mechanical heart still pump like this?" You should really think of another reason that won’t be revealed the moment you say it.”

"Should I take this as a threat?" Wilczak lowered her voice. No matter what Hastings was thinking when she said this, at least now, she did want to express her threat. "It's unbelievable. Are you so scared by a little girl who is not even an adult that you start working for her diligently?"

Hastings had already told her what needed to be said, more than once. So now, he just gave up and smiled: "Okay, if you insist on moving forward with your eyes closed based on your past experience, I won't stop you. I guess everyone has the freedom to seek death. I just ask You, what are you trying to hide in this matter?"

Wilchak snorted coldly: "Why do you think that I am 'hiding something' by making this decision? In other words, what does what I am hiding have to do with you, Sibylla Hastings?"

"Because this is the Shadow Hammer." Hastings declared as if he was speaking a well-known axiom. "From my own standpoint, no matter what you are hiding, I have to ensure that you Don’t let the blood spilled when you seek death spill on me.”

"What a pity. When we first met, I thought I could reach an agreement with you."

"A very surprising fact is that, up to ten minutes ago, I was actually trying to be on the same side as you."

"That was really surprising because I didn't see it at all."

"After all, our respected Lord Commander has never deigned to open her theoretically usable eyes. Ms. Wilchak, I have said long ago that you will be killed by your own arrogance sooner or later."

"Ha," Wilchak raised his eyebrows dramatically, "Is that a prophecy?"

"Does this matter still need prediction? This is just a reasonable inference based on facts. Anyone with normal thinking ability can easily come to such a result." Hastings sneered, "I suggest you From now on, pray to the God-Emperor that the day you will be killed by yourself will not be today.”

After saying these words, Wilchak really laughed out loud: "Do you really think that little girl who was put in the position of 'saint' can execute me for such a trivial matter? A woman who has served in the Inquisition for four hundred years A lord judge who is over 20 years old?”

Hastings suddenly felt a strong sense of exhaustion. Out of responsibility, he felt that he should reiterate the argument he had repeated many times, but he knew that this would not be effective-if the person involved plugged his own ears, how could you force the other person to understand you? What about?

"Whatever you think." He just said this in the end. "If you firmly believe that Fujimaru Ritsuka is just a mascot set up by the imperial army, that is your freedom."

There was no need to ask the Emperor's Tarot for divination, Hastings could be sure that Wilchak would soon be killed by his own arrogance - either today or tomorrow. To be honest, he didn't understand why the other party could turn a blind eye to the fact that "The Emperor's Dream is Fujimaru Ritsuka's ship" was already right under her nose. He also insisted that Hastings was not convinced by some of the things she mentioned. The examples of what happened on Parmenio are all fabrications. Or perhaps, she did have some awareness of the energy that Fujimaru Ritsuka could mobilize, but she refused to think that the other party could use these energies at will.

Wilchak showed a strange kind of confidence throughout this negotiation, as if he firmly believed that all the people surrounding Fujimaru Ritsuka to build momentum for her were deceived, and only she saw through the inside story of everything, and then borrowed the opportunity. This arrogant insistence on trivial details is annoying, as if that is what is truly beneficial to the empire.

She is a Lord Inquisitor, she is noble, and she is always right. Hastings already firmly believed this when she first met Wilchak. Hastings had tried to correct this during the previous hours of negotiations. It didn't work out - but as far as their superficial friendship was concerned, Hastings at least made an effort, and he had done his best.

"Out of the almost non-existent friendship in the past, I would like to remind you one last thing: I am the one who comes here to negotiate on this matter today because my work happens to be relatively free." Hastings finally said. , "The Imperial Guards team was split into three parts today, and they are conducting negotiations with the State Church, the Mechanicus, and Baal's internal affairs agencies. Fujimaru Ritsuka did not send the Imperial Guards to come, just because she felt that we might be able to talk better between you and me. - Of course, she has now been proven wrong - and in her mind, the mission the Imperial Guard has received is obviously much more important than this matter. It is not because she thinks that the Imperial Guard will refute her, as you call it. Unreasonable'.

It would be better to say that if the Forbidden Forces were here, based on the resistance Wilchak showed in the negotiation just now, she might have died ten times now. Hastings thought so, but he was too lazy to continue to spend energy explaining to the other party in detail. He put on a "that's all" attitude and turned around to leave the bridge. Wilchak followed him relentlessly and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go where an Inquisitor would go after negotiations break down." Hastings replied coldly.

Perhaps generally speaking, this sentence would be understood as "I'm going home", but after going through the previous negotiation process, Wilchak would not just make this level of understanding:

"What does this mean?" Her tone became noticeably nervous. "Eluard, stop—"

Before the Lord Inquisitor finished speaking, Hastings had already swung the force field sword at his waist. Almost at the same time as the psionic blue light lit up, the mechanical right hand of the acolyte that Wilchak relied on fell to the ground before he drew his gun.

"Are you serious?" Hastings asked with a smile, "Do you think you can stop a psychic prophet?"

"Do you think you can run amok on 'my ship'?" Wilchak jumped to interpret the previous statement as "Hastings is ready to launch an investigation into her unreasonable refusal to hand over Mita. What is Ashne hiding?" and became extremely angry because of this. "What makes you think you have the ability to initiate an investigation on 'my ship'?"

Unfortunately, this leap of understanding is correct. The surrounding temperature was slowly dropping due to the active psychic power. Hastings shrugged indifferently: "Maybe because, if 'that thing' a hundred years ago had landed smoothly, then this should have been.' My boat' is the right one."

About a hundred years ago, the Shadow Hammer was a black ship of the Inquisition belonging to the Order of the Hammer. At that time, the ship served a master named Horace Scripps - the inquisitor mentor of Sibylla Hastings.

"My original plan was to do a 'spring clean' of the entire ship after the dust settled, but you picked her up and I didn't have time to do that." Hastings He said calmly, but there seemed to be a little frustration hidden in his tone, "Looking back now, maybe I should have been tougher at that time, so that you would not be able to get any forbidden knowledge from this ship, and what would arise from it I shouldn’t have any thoughts.”

This is clearly a clear provocation. Wilchak's brows furrowed viciously.

-

The corridor leading to the stern grew colder and narrower, and the atmosphere became increasingly unsettling.

This is a location far away from any important structures on the ship. From a design and security perspective, it is certainly a right decision to place a dangerous psychic prison here, but from a user experience point of view, this The setting just feels so bad. Sahar kept mumbling something on the way here, and as they got closer and closer to their destination, he seemed to be infected by the depressing atmosphere and gradually became quiet.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sahar, who simply stopped acting, rushed all the way. They made no secret of it, leaving the frightened staff on the black ship behind, and prepared themselves for a bloody welcome ceremony with the standard of "alarms blaring all the way". But for some reason, until they approached the corridor outside the psychic prison, there were still no guards or defense systems to stop them.

Looking at it from another perspective, this matter is actually a bit darkly humorous: the rigidity and redundancy of the imperial bureaucracy is not completely reflected in a black ship of the Inquisition. Most of the mortal staff who witnessed the two men running wildly down the corridor didn't actually realize what they were seeing. A Deathwatch Astartes racing down the corridors chasing something? It was certainly a bit unusual and scary (who knows if they hit something), and worthy of some complaining, but not serious enough to warrant sounding the alarm.

All in all, Sahar and Fujimaru Ritsuka's little adventure will not be called out until the staff who have decided to complain about this matter have written letters of protest and put them in the suggestion box, and someone has actually checked the letters in the suggestion box. The people on the ship who really make the decisions know who they are - unless those people have other reliable sources of information. Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to stand calmly in front of the heavy door, complete all identity verifications with the Sky Eagle Scepter, and wait for this huge piece of fine gold that would take at least ten minutes to burn through with hot melt. It was slowly lifted on hinges in front of her.

The slight difference in air pressure allows the air to naturally communicate with the inside and outside, and the wind blowing from the inside seems to be colder than the outside.

There is no doubt that this is a psychic prison - Sahar already knew this in advance from Fujimaru Ritsuka, but he did not expect that this was a description that could be easily seen intuitively from the interior decoration. The moment the air began to circulate, he smelled the rotten smell of dried blood. But what currently reveals the lineup is just a mezzanine: in front of them is another tightly sealed door, and on the side is a staircase leading to the upper observation room.

Given what was held inside, it was clear that a more common use for this cell would be for interrogators to ascend the stairs and question the prisoners from the safety of the observation room. But Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sahar are not here to interrogate a demonic host. The gem scepter brought from the secret vault needs to be used on the inner door. A special identification authentication that is independent of most of the empire's security systems is activated. After confirming the "key" After checking the correctness, he reluctantly let the two people waiting outside in.

The rotten bloody smell became even stronger. Sahar followed Fujimaru Ritsuka into the small room inside - it was really small, a small space only five meters square. Even though the stand is very high, standing in it gives people a strong sense of oppression. Sahar and Fujimaru Ritsuka barely squeezed into the outer side of the room, allowing the door to close smoothly behind them. That sense of oppression seemed to become stronger as the space became closed again. Sahar did not have the corresponding knowledge reserves, but if he was told that this was a sense of oppression originating from the supernatural, he would not be right even if he thought about it. This was not surprising at all.

There was nothing in the cell, and the strip-shaped lumen lamp only cast a weak cold light on the six-meter-high wall. It can be said that there is almost no lighting here, but that does not prevent Sahar's eyes, which are familiar with darkness, from looking around. He could see the details clearly. The walls and floors in the room were densely engraved with some kind of mantra or scripture that he didn't understand. Traces of dried liquid were everywhere, and the colored sediment left behind was naturally embedded in the Among the engraved scriptures.

Sahar had no doubt that this was blood, and was a little embarrassed - even if he was a Night Lord, he was a Night Lord from the Great Crusade. The blood flowing everywhere and being dried up was not a problem for him, but with the addition of magic or religion, cultural symbols that he originally scorned, but recently realized that they were indeed effective, the sight became horrifying to him.

He didn't get to do more research on it, and he didn't have time to ask questions like "Where is Mitta?" again. Because Fujimaru Ritsuka, who turned a blind eye to the scene in front of him, had already given the order in a loud voice: "Ask the prisoner."

The floor of the empty cell vibrated slightly due to the mechanical operation. After a heart-wrenching sound of metal friction, a cage spun up on the floor of the cell in front of them - almost just an airtight jar with a shell. Unsurprisingly, it was stained with dried blood and bore numerous marks of purity. It raised itself to the appropriate height step by step, and aimed at a certain angle in the direction of Fujimaru Ritsuka who issued the order. The metal surveillance window with black stains fell down amid another smaller burst of sound, revealing the almost humanoid "Mita Ashen" inside.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time -" The triumphant look on the thing's "face" only lasted for half a second. After it saw the scene in front of its "eyes" clearly, it immediately turned into horror: "No, no ! This is not right! You should wait quietly on your ship! The first person to come here should be Sibylla Hastings! "