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

As Sahar turned around, he was physically pushed back to the wall by a psychic blast originating from the cage;

Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted the baptismal chant and loudly prompted a psychic shock;

The temperature in the room dropped sharply, and hoarfrost quickly climbed onto the metal walls and floors in dense layers;

The anti-psionic control device in the prison was overloaded and disabled;

"Mita Ashen," or rather, the demon that possessed her body, screamed;

All the state religion scriptures written or etched on the walls and facilities in the room simultaneously ignited with blazing golden flames;

The central control system of the Shadow Hammer reported a pressure loss warning, and the Thinker Array began to automatically process according to the protocol process;

The psychic blast arrived and Wilchak's bullet aimed at Ritsuka Fujimaru missed, Hastings let go of his sword and cried out in agony as the surging waves of warp surged;

——Time is frozen, but time is still flowing: the hands of the clock no longer move forward, but the past, present and future are simultaneously superimposed in this closed room.

Only here and now, knowledge and records treat everything equally. Even if you are not a psychic, as long as you are in this room, you can easily understand it all with your mortal senses - or be affected by it all. Chasing. Cold and hot, new and old, young and old, rebirth and death, entropy and heat death. Almost all the actually existing materials have been dismantled into concepts and information, which are poured into the minds of all observers.

Everyone in the room should have been driven crazy by this in an instant, but they weren't. Even Hastings, as a psyker, only vomited out while the world was spinning after the first round of impact barely subsided. He was even sane.

"Nine seconds later, the auspicious array on Baal Prime will detect this unprecedented abnormal psychic fluctuation." A voice - or ten thousand voices, from Mita Ashen It came out from his body, "But when will these nine seconds pass?"

It was not a sound that was "heard", it echoed directly into the souls of everyone present. It is as if countless people are speaking in different languages, but they are united in making countless languages ​​and sounds overlap in the same meaning. Such a complex sound should have been mixed into a moderate and average sound after superposition, but strangely, the listener can easily distinguish the timbre of each speaker: man, woman, child, old man, passionate, decadent. , the elegant Gothic with a standard accent, the hive dialect with almost incomprehensible words - these complex information should have been poured into the meaning of the words in this frozen time and split space. It goes into the minds of the listeners, burning all their brains with compulsive analysis, but for some reason, the listeners also enjoy the right to "not pay attention".

Even so, it is already difficult to sort out the useful parts from this large amount of unfocused information. Human observation instinct completely breaks down here. Unskilled people will be interfered by massive redundant information even if they just want to observe their surroundings. They have to do their best just to recognize their own existence, let alone notice what is happening in a more distant location. What.

"Some Reason" himself was supporting himself with the Sky Eagle Scepter in his hand, barely maintaining his standing position. She didn't cry out in pain, but every heavy gasp hinted that she was suffering. A slight trace of blood floated in this mixed room, merged into the torrent of disassembled information. Mortal senses and thinking can hardly detect this subtle difference in the vast sea of ​​information, but Fujimaru Ritsuka herself did feel it clearly: she was bleeding.

But she didn't care about the inevitable side effects of taking "emergency measures". She let the blood droplets flow from her nasal cavity, which were also deconstructed into incomprehensible information and things that existed in other rooms. mixed together. She just raised her head and looked at "Mita Ashen" - or in other words, she was once a psychic acolyte, but now had been distorted out of shape by the chaotic energy, a group of tentacles, feathers, flesh wings, A monster composed of eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and many human-like and non-human limbs.

She looked directly at the other person and pointed out the prisoner who was teasingly observing everything through the twisted body. She twisted and cut the initiator of many fates in a sloppy and gray line, and happily laid it out into a path leading to everything in front of her. Road planner:

"Tzeentch." Her voice fell into the roar of concepts, barely able to stir up even a ripple, but she continued to speak, even if she couldn't hear her own voice, "I did think of this. There is something behind it, but I really didn’t expect you to end up with your body.”

"——Because you are worth it!" A passionate cheer echoed in the space, mixed with applause and whistles, like a canned recording played in the studio by a third-rate variety show to heighten the atmosphere, "Fujimaru Ritsuka, Another World Drifter, you always surprise me!"

He did sound very emotional, like any high-intelligence criminal who likes to show off, chattering to his victim after a successful crime: "Indeed, planning this conspiracy that is not even a conspiracy is a big deal for me." It's not difficult, but it's better than the novelty! You know, since you refused the permanent residence in the Crystal Palace and went all the way to the territory of the damned, the thread of your future destiny has been completely unreadable - not to mention. You are still modifying them from time to time! It's a pity that you have such extraordinary power but you are still a mortal. Your mediocre thinking is too easy to guess. I don't need to read your future to make you fall into the trap step by step. , it doesn’t even require any particularly sophisticated design to bring you in front of me - but it doesn’t matter, I forgive you for making me have to make such a boring plan, because I enjoy it!”

In the same instant, the torrent of information was broken up and reorganized by the will of the Warp Power. The psychic prison on the Shadow Hammer disappeared, replaced by other flickering scenes: the scene of Sa'har and Mita drifting in the warp; the scene of Vilchak talking to the Eldar Prophet; the scene of Hastings The scene where Sis joins the Psionic Council of Guilliman; the scene where Vilchak surveys in Jestal; the scene where a Death Watch killing team is reduced in number during the battle; the bloody scene where the Night Lords warband is brutally executed; a scene where The scene of the Almighty Lord planning a revenge; the scene of Wilchak dismantling and reading the archives sealed with the fire seal marked by the Time Chamber... These scenes that are a mess in space and time sequence are exactly what Tzeentch intended. He explained this "boring plan", and like any annoying talk show actor, he ignored the wishes of the audience and just poured all this uninteresting information into the minds of the audience.

Then, regardless of whether his audience really understood all this, He happily turned to the next topic: "I wanted to take advantage of you to guide the exorcism from the cursed person, so I couldn't free my hands. At that time, I used this temporary terminal to dig out this room and put it into my palace. Who would have thought that you could successfully manipulate my magic in an instant? This wonderful on-the-spot reaction really made me excited. "I didn't expect that one day I would ask this question - 'I' can't perceive the outside world, and I can't perceive 'I' from the outside world. "

"Singularity." Fujimaru Ritsuka awkwardly wiped the lower half of his face with a trembling hand, smearing blood everywhere, "The cat box that cannot be observed, the history that is not recorded, can be touched at the first touch. Broken bubbles. We are both in place and not in place, in reality and in the highest heaven. What we have experienced during this period has happened and has not happened. When the closed environment is broken, the world. Everything currently going on will be corrected automatically.”

I am grateful that the cell itself is a space constructed with the concepts of "enclosed", "isolated from inside and outside", and "locking things inside". I am also grateful that most of the scriptures and spells in the psychic prison also represent related meanings. In this way, Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to borrow and transform this place in an instant, tampering with it into a singularity that the outside world could not interfere with - that is to say, Tzeentch could not drag this space into his labyrinth from the outside, he could only Chat with the opponent for a while with such a "projection of projection" living among fragile mortals; on the other hand, the Emperor cannot directly help Fujimaru Ritsuka in the form of external intervention.

In the blink of an eye when the accident happened, she did use this to take control of the entire space away from Tzeentch, thereby avoiding the worst-case scenario of being dragged into the Demonic Realm, and even used the power of the Lord of Singularity in the space I set a few rules to protect the spirit and will of others who were also in the room, but it still put myself in a dangerous situation:

A fragment of a god is still a god. Simply speaking of so-called "power", she does not have a truly decisive advantage. Tzeentch was still able to prevent the nine seconds before they were discovered by Baal from passing forever, which meant that Fujimaru Ritsuka could not rely on support to gain the upper hand at the moment when the singularity was broken.

They all need to delay for a while and carefully plan how to achieve their goals next.

Tzeentch let out a long sigh, a mixture of frustration and excitement. Soon, he continued to ask questions with great interest: "What kind of spell is this? Even I can't fully understand it?"

"Because your direction is wrong, this is not a spell." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "This is my life."

——The Noble Phantasm "The Unforgotten Wedge". He does not belong to any Chaldean Heroic Spirit, but Fujimaru Ritsuka himself has crossed large and small singularities, cut off several Lost Belts, and finally won the competition for survival between civilizations and worlds, and regained the The future "life" that belongs to mankind, a noble phantom obtained by sublimation. Although she is just a mortal with mediocre qualifications, with the enhanced assistance of the Otenaus Spiritual Exoskeleton, she can still "unreasonably" reject "reality" as "story" in an instant, and What is “actually happening” in the universe is swapped into a to-do list that “needs correction.”

But triggering such miraculous magic in an instant, of course, comes at a price. Regardless of the severe physical discomfort caused by forcibly using a large amount of magic power - this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka temporarily switched to deploying the Noble Phantasm in the middle of using another magic, and Ortenaus's supplementary function was not fully completed in the rush. Expand. The instantaneous flow of a large amount of magic power almost overloaded Fujimaru Ritsuka's few magic circuits with mediocre qualifications. Even though she was already familiar with using organs such as the nervous system and vascular system in her body to act as temporary circuits, she could only do so. He just barely survived.

This was not the occasion to show weakness, so she still held on to the Eagle Scepter, which was of little use at the moment, and stood in front of the monster twisted by Mita Ashen.

"That's really a pity." Tzeentch's voice was full of disappointment and interest at the same time, "Even I, who is in the palace, cannot fully glimpse your life, whether it is your past in another world or your future in this world. ——I’m really curious.”

"Sorry, the operating environment is incompatible." Fujimaru Ritsuka had no intention of saying more on this issue, "Instead of trying to predict me under the interference of many parties, I suggest you reverse your thinking and try to predict what will happen to you. Death. If such a big thing really happens, I will definitely be disappointed and cry if I am not involved in the event."

The monster that was originally Mita let out a sharp roar that was hard to tell whether it was a bird, a whale, or a large beast. Fujimaru Ritsuka was at a loss for a while, and then he read out from the flow of information scattered around him that it was Tzeentch's laughter:

"Courage is commendable, courage is commendable." He didn't sound like he cared much about these wild words, but took advantage of the situation and started to persuade again, "I really think you are more precious than the golden but boring wasteland of the cursed person. You should live in my beautiful crystal palace full of knowledge and change. Allow me to extend my sincere invitation to you again - of course, it doesn't matter to me whether you agree or not, as long as you are still active in this world. , I am always the one who is sure to make a profit. I just feel sorry for a piece of beautiful jade that is about to break just after it shows its brilliance.”

The monster paused for a moment, then shook his head and continued: "From the bottom of my heart, I am willing to call the one on the throne a 'friend'. If he is willing to come to the table, then he will definitely be a very good friend." A good chess player, but he always refuses to come and is a bit too rough with the chess pieces in his hand.”

"But if you evaluate chess players from the perspective of chess pieces, aren't you the more outrageous one?" Fujimaru Ritsuka sneered, "Please have some self-knowledge. At least on the emperor's side, I can still know how I am. dead."

"You humans are always like this, talking about 'death', as if by doing this, you will no longer be afraid of the end point that your short life will inevitably face." Tzeentch commented contemptuously, "I may also like to throw chess pieces around, but the ones I throw around don't really matter - a limited edition hardcover product like yours is certainly different! If you are willing to come under my command, I promise not to I won't stumble you too much... well, at least I won't stumble you too much. I also promise you that you can choose a way you like to live forever!"

"... Maybe I am a little acclimatized as a visitor from another world, but please allow me to offend: have you really used this kind of rhetoric to recruit people before?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with a kind of sincere confusion: "Since you Starting from the Lord of Change, doesn’t the Demon of Tzeentch consider the needs of customers when selling?”

First of all, there is no need for Tzeentch. Fujimaru Ritsuka can completely rely on the power of Chaldea and the heroic spirits to "choose a way to live forever". In doing so, there is no need to spend energy and draw up a long argument with Tzeentch, who has a negative reputation. A strict contract to prevent the other party from taking advantage of the loopholes to make small moves; secondly, the matter of "eternal life" is actually not attractive to Fujimaru Ritsuka: she does have a strong desire to survive, but this does not mean that she is afraid of death.

This is a kind of underlying logic of magicians: operating magic requires constant confrontation with human survival instincts. People who are afraid of death cannot learn magic.

"Quack." Realizing that this proposal had no appeal to Fujimaru Ritsuka, Tzeentch made a sound of unknown meaning, "You are really strange. This makes me curious. You are willing to settle down under the cursed one. What did the wight on the throne promise you?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused: "Can't you read such a simple thing from the waves of subspace?"

"He hid the fact." Tzeentch's voice sounded a little aggrieved, "So I am particularly curious: this must be a crucial weakness! It must represent some kind of -"

The second half of that sentence turned into some obscure incantation, and the wave of psychic energy flooded the minds of everyone present as Tzeentch chanted. The projection of the Lord of Changes tried to pry into the past of Fujimaru Ritsuka under the heavy defenses set up by many powerful mages and divinities. To this end, he not only analyzed the particularity of the internal space of the singularity, but also temporarily wrote a corresponding Before the spell was activated, he deliberately made some unsightly moves - but he didn't expect that he would succeed so easily.

In the singularity, in the chaotic and overlapping space of time, a scene that happened in the past was brought out by magic along with Fujimaru Ritsuka's unconscious memories - there was indeed such a transaction between her and the emperor:

"I think...well, first we have to find a peaceful planet with a similar environment." The former Fujimaru Ritsuka said thoughtfully.

She paused for a few seconds, probably waiting for the person she was talking to to say something, and then responded again: "No, I don't want the governor's power. I just want to find a stable place to live, with a legal system." I can settle down with proof of identity and live peacefully for the rest of my life.”

The apparition dissipated. The "current" Fujimaru Ritsuka, who did not put up any resistance to Tzeentch's spell and also watched all this, nodded firmly:

"Yes, that's it." She said so confidently, "I have nothing to hide, and don't even think about it - this is a friendly special offer from the Lord of Humanity, and you won't get involved in any of it."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 291: Once some special problems arise, the organization will first suspect insiders of committing the crime.

Asclepius was rushed out of the infirmary by the sound of the alarm, and when he hurried to the control room of the Storm Frontier, he almost bumped into Arjuna's angrily walking out.

"what happened?"

"Small singularity."

The two heroic spirits quickly exchanged two short sentences in the two seconds when they were separated. Obviously, they had no intention of changing their direction in this short period of time. So, when Arjuna finished speaking, he had already rushed to the far side of the corridor, and Asclepius was already standing under the model of Chaldeas in the center of the room.

"Chaldeas", which has already been adapted to the empire's local environment, is currently copying Baal's Soul of the Planet. If it were just a planet, this project would only take three or four hours to complete. However, due to the precision engineering needs to construct a planet-level ceremony that includes the movement of celestial bodies, Chaldeas is now trying to The Baal Prime and two satellites as well as the surrounding airspace are all included in the calculation. The interaction between the soul seas of the three planets has increased exponentially the amount of calculations required by Trismegistes. Therefore, it may take five to ten days to complete this work.

But at least parts of Baal Prime are available now.

Asclepius rushed to the console and spent three seconds flipping through the conceptual miniature model of the planet where the Storm Boundary was currently stationed. He could not find the "tiny singularity" that his colleagues called it. ". Just when he began to doubt his eyesight and was about to turn over a third time, Arjuna, who had left angrily before, came back - still holding Tezcatlipoca's collar in his hand:

"Are you the culprit?" Arjuna, who was full of anger but not angry, reluctantly put down the Almighty God of Central and South America, and freed his hand to point to a certain location on Chaldeas - not on the surface of the planet, but on A location in orbit outside the planet. Asclepius also followed his finger and finally discovered where the so-called "tiny singularity" was.

It was really a very, very small singular point, probably located on a certain ship outside the star port. Its mode of existence is also unstable. It seems that as long as there is any disturbance, it will easily disappear like a soap bubble that is blown away.

If the Storm Boundary had not already crossed a universe and things like "Singularity Points" were out of print in a sense, this little thing wouldn't even attract Sheba's attention.

Tezcatlipoca adjusted his deformed clothes unhappily: "Is it too much? I have always acted according to the rules and regulations - at least when I was in Chaldea. Besides, I have already changed my clothes. World, can we let go of the stereotype that 'there is definitely a conspiracy planned by a certain servant behind the singularity'?"

Arjuna wanted to speak again, but at this time Asclepius, who had already retrieved a series of data in front of the console, spoke: "Compared to the question of 'Who is the initiator?', our priority is not Should it be 'Where is the Master now'?"

"Rather than making random suspicions here, let's wait for Ritsuka to arrive." Among the people present, Tezcatlipoca, the only one who automatically gained the greatest suspicion because of his legendary story, tried to light a cigarette for himself. But he was halfway through picking his pocket when he suddenly paused, "Wait a minute, how long has the alarm been sounding now?"

"Four minutes and fifteen seconds," Arjuna replied, complaining sarcastically to the person next to him, "If you hadn't been so slow - wait a minute."

Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka was still sleeping when the alarm first sounded, she was fully capable of jumping out of bed, changing into costumes and rushing into the control room door within three minutes. Until now, the Master of Chaldea has not appeared here, which means that there must be some abnormal situation.

"The Otenaus Spirit Base exoskeleton is not in place, and the last record is the unlocking and change of equipment by the Master with his own authority." Asclepius checked the running records in the Storm Frontier's central control system, " The subspace teleportation platform was activated once after that, and the user was——"

The loud noise that the power armor would make when it moved without concealment came from far away in the corridor, swallowing up the three names Asclepius announced under the noise. Like a small armored car, Sigismund crashed into the room through the door that was temporarily fixed and open due to the warning. He almost didn't notice the extra person who should not be on the ship but was there for no reason. Scatlipoca, bellowing the report: "Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka is missing! She is not in the room!"

This news caused a heavy and oppressive silence to dominate the room for two seconds. Then, Tezcatlipoca broke it by speaking:

"...Why are you looking at me? I told you it's not me!" His tone was a little angry, "If Ritsuka were here, she wouldn't say such a thing! Why don't you quickly locate Ottenaus? Trismegistus freed up his computing power and began to run the calculations of the existence proof! "

He said these words incoherently, then hurriedly trotted away outside the control room.

-

The first person to regain mobility was Sibylla Hastings.

This may be due to the rigorous mental training he has experienced as a psyker, or it may be due to the excessive flow of information he has long been accustomed to as a seer. All in all, after two minutes of physical sensation, Hastings, who barely held back his nausea, finally succeeded in finding his force field sword in this complex abstract database that was melted into concepts and information.

It took him another thirty seconds to distinguish the blade and hilt of the force field sword, and then reached out to pick it up from the ground again. The success of this matter proved that he was basically familiar with the operating rules of this strange space, which gave him a little confidence. So he continued to carefully expand the scope of his observations.

An indiscriminate stream of information flashed before his eyes. To be honest, even when he used psychic powers to make prophecies and exposed his soul to the subspace, he did not suffer so much impact. But fortunately, the energy required to select the parts you need and discard the parts that are useless to you is much easier than the similar step in the prophecy spell.

He therefore quickly noticed the Death Watch meaninglessly - it was hard to find a more elegant word to describe it - flapping in the corner. Hastings is not a telepath, and he has no interest in prying into other people's emotions, memories, and souls. However, in this special space, it is really difficult for him to ignore the constant flow of information around him. Anxious thoughts coming out. It was obvious that no matter which corner this was the Astartes that Fujimaru Ritsuka had kidnapped, he was completely confused and couldn't even calm down. He successfully realized what kind of situation he was in, and then There is basically no hope of finding where the ground is in this space that goes against common sense.

Then he found Wilchak and her acolyte lying not far from him. In terms of distance, they were preparing to attack each other in the moment before the incident. They were already closer. It was the layers of invalid intelligence that prevented Hastings from identifying their existence at the first time. According to his intelligence, neither of these two were psychics, so the damage they suffered during the initial psychic impact should be less than him. But these two people who were not psykers obviously did not have enough training in thinking meditation. Even the high-performance thinking aid modification specially provided by the Inquisitor could not help them fully cope with the amount of information in front of them. Therefore, they are still lying on the spot, and they have not yet found a way to move their bodies normally.

Hastings should have gone up and killed them one by one, and solved some of the hidden dangers here. But so far, in his opinion, Wilczak has not done anything more rebellious than being stubborn and stubborn, and his crime is not punishable by death. Besides, he still has secrets that he wants to know from the other party: for example, how Wilczak hooked up with the devil, what forbidden knowledge she found on this ship, whether there are other hidden secrets in the very beginning of what happened that year, and so on. The excessive self-confidence and gambler mentality that a qualified inquisitor must have added to his risk, so that he finally chose to let these two people who were temporarily unable to move freely go.

Finally, he turned to the center of the storm in the "room" and began to try to unravel the massive and complex information flow to find the root cause of the problem:

Fujimaru Ritsuka is obviously still wrapped in it.

Hastings sorted out a lot of things that were not useless, but could not be said to be useful. Most of them are echoes of the past, like haphazardly edited video records that concatenate the cause and effect of events. Some of these things he knew or could guess, others were his own experiences. If he had the leisure, he might appreciate the story structure of laying out clues all over the universe and finally concluding with a fateful outcome at this moment, but unfortunately, he doesn't have it now.

No one would have such a leisurely mind when this kind of "fate" befalls them.

Hastings trudged through the "past" that did not belong in this room, wearily dismissing several possible prophecies mixed with it - he himself was a very high-level prophet, so he could easily divide it. The illusory feeling of "something that hasn't happened yet" comes out. Most of those scenes were bad results aimed at Fujimaru Ritsuka. From this point of view, it is obvious who this trap is mainly targeting.

This made Hastings suddenly feel a sense of absurdity. Could it be that the Tzeentch demon locked in the body of Mita Ashen, who could be said to have single-handedly created the most critical and painful turning point in Hastings' life, was only doing something more important? Do you get one or two disposable stepping stones in a play? For a moment, he felt betrayed by his own life, and couldn't even be the protagonist of his own story - but the next moment, he successfully dismissed distracting thoughts and drove these inappropriate sentiments out of his mind.

This could be a trick of the daemons of Tzeentch. He told himself this and then focused on his current exploration.

He shifted his feet, but wasn't sure if he was actually moving forward physically. He transcended his mentor's face, which was mostly occupied by mechanical prosthetic eyes, past his past self who quietly held up the severed head, and past a series of human relationships, overt and covert arrows, and obedience out of fear. A self-righteous assassination, a forgotten past, and colleagues who are becoming increasingly rare. This room was originally very small. No one knew how small this room was better than Hastings, who once used this place as a "dormitory", but he still walked through a small half of his own body in this short distance of two or three meters. life. Afterwards, he pushed through the fog of massive amounts of useless information and finally saw the thin back of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

He didn't have time to observe further and didn't know what she was confronting. He could only make an instinctive judgment and reach out to the figure behind her. In that moment, countless overlapping scenes passed through his soul like ghosts - grasslands, deserts, terrifying giant beasts, ring-shaped bands of light hanging high in the sky, various cities with different levels of civilization, and weird vehicles. , giant trees in the sky, huge machinery, unknown hints and stars, endless flames and destruction - Hastings doesn't understand what they are, and the only thing he can do is to abandon these scenes as much as possible. The impact was, and then another round of vomiting caused by brain overload grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's elbow.

Then, he began to hear, or in other words, officially began to recognize, something was speaking:

"...I actually don't care about these things." The voice that had always existed in this room and existed in Hastings's consciousness, but had never been recognized as a "voice" by him before, said this, "In In the 'great game' of the gods, it is a petty and ungraceful act to care about the gains and losses of one city or one place. It is indeed a pity that Jestal did not succeed in being included in my domain, but at least for me, That's not such a pity - an excellent deconstruction of large-scale ritual spells, and a subtle rewriting of the future based on the past! In fact, I wanted to meet you at that time, but it's a pity that the cursed one! We don’t really have anything to say about it.”

"Did we really not talk?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's words rang out. She acquiesced to Hastings's pull, but had no intention of interrupting the conversation. Compared with the former's terrifying sound that hits the soul like mountains, her voice is as weak as reeds in the wind, but its cobweb-like presence is always stubbornly stable in place, even if it trembles violently with the wind. It has never been broken. "After that incident, my memory was indeed missing a piece like a dream."

"Are you suspecting that I'm causing this?"

"I don't, it makes no sense. I'm just stating this fact. Rather than starting from the hypothesis of 'Is the probability of the Lord of Changes telling the truth and lying both 50%?', I think I should put my limited Put your energy into something more meaningful.”

Hastings gradually realized that the thing Fujimaru Ritsuka was talking to was even larger and more terrifying than what he had imagined in his wildest imagination. He began to wonder if his actions at this time were a bit reckless, but neither party in the conversation had any reaction to his actions.

"'Something more meaningful,' like?" Tzeentch asked.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought about this question for a few seconds, and finally decided to give a general answer: "It is a question that can be exhausted or applied by human intelligence. I think."

"This answer is a bit boring." Tzeentch comforted, "Don't be restrained, you can be more creative. We can chat here for a long time."

"So, how long have we been chatting?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was suddenly curious, "Although time here is 'almost non-flowing' under your control, but judging from the capacity of information in our conversation, Maybe...under normal circumstances, we have been chatting for about twenty minutes?"

"Is this important?" Tzeentch didn't understand, but he still asked happily, "Would a creature that relies on linear time feel so uneasy in a world that has lost the measurement of time?"

"Not really." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "It's just that manipulating time and space is not the privilege of psychic powers. I was thinking that if twenty minutes have really passed, even if it's Koku in my bedroom, You’re probably starting to feel something’s wrong now, right?”

"But these so-called 'twenty minutes' are just how you and I feel, and the time in the outside world has not even passed half a second!" Tzeentch retorted with excitement, "Or, you have to show me something that I unknown--"

——Another storm of information violently rotated in this space. Hastings only felt that the hand she was holding on to Fujimaru Ritsuka was grabbed by the opponent's backhand. Then, she followed the hand again. Her arm found the opponent's face, turned around and bumped into the opponent - asking the opponent to fall to the ground with her toward the back of Hastings, away from Tzeentch who was leaning on Mita Ashen.

Hastings originally wanted to stabilize his center of gravity - Fujimaru Ritsuka was very light even with the Otenaus exoskeleton, and his Inquisitor uniform was also equipped with power-assisted equipment, so this was completely possible. thing. But at that moment, he tilted his head slightly and noticed that the information vortex in the room was constantly agitating for some newly added data. Then he decisively took a step back and lay down obediently following the force of the opponent's collision. This leaves enough room for the one who suddenly enters the scene at this moment:

The singularity was shattered because it could not withstand the fluctuations of the spirit transfer, and the subspace effect caused in the room due to the chaos of the gods dissipated. The concepts and information that had been superimposed and dissipated were transformed into physical objects again, and the turbulence that suddenly appeared in the center of the room turned into reality's teleportation lightning. Before Tzeentch could finish his words, the blade of the black sword had been thrown away at lightning speed. On to His face.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 292 Save money: Wilchak finally received a lunch box

Once again, time seemed to be manipulated in that moment.

The air seemed to have turned into some kind of transparent gel with huge resistance. The black sword in Sigismund's hand had never drawn an arc in mid-air at such a slow speed. The chaotic power and characteristics of the warp subsided like a tide, and the space that was once stripped away once again became the psychic prison on the Shadow Hammer. The alarm sound inside the black ship came dully through the thick walls, and the sound that was stretched by the slowed down time became excessively low.

But whoever did this doesn't change anything. At least that's what it seems. The moment of stasis failed to prevent the blade of the black sword from contacting the thing that was originally Mita, and it failed to prevent the entire space from returning to reality, which almost shook everyone's souls out of their bodies. The supernatural bumps could not prevent the enemy from escaping from the real body that He was temporarily holding, nor could it stop the sharp ridicule that penetrated from behind the curtain:

"We'll meet again - eh!"

Although the last words Tzeentch left as he retreated sounded somewhat comical, no one really thought it was funny. Even Sigismund, who had just arrived at the scene through the transfer of souls, could tell from the feedback from the black sword that although he had indeed cut the demon host into pieces on the physical level, it was like cutting tofu with the prisoner that bound it. The cage iron bars were all cut off together, but in fact, he didn't cut anything really "meaningful".

He may not be able to realize in the blink of an eye that what resides in the demon host is a subtle projection transmitted by Tzeentch through the fragment of his own demon. But he could still clearly sense that the subspace creature was not exiled back to the subspace by the Emperor's Champion's black sword, but escaped from reality on his own.

Even in his rage, Sigismund had to think about this question: What is it doing?

Perhaps this is important, but at the moment, it seems inappropriate to start delving into it immediately. Sigismund shook his sword habitually, trying to shake off the non-existent stains from it, then turned around and looked at the broken iron frame in front of him and the one hanging on it because of Chaos. He turned a blind eye to the mutilated body that had become almost unrecognizable due to the influence, and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was holding a slender cage that he had never seen before:

"Are you okay?" He asked while instructing a status scan on the power armor, but the results were not very satisfactory. The Otenaus Spirit Base exoskeleton is in a running state, causing great interference in the auspicious device's detection of biological signals. Apart from the fact that there was no obvious trauma, Sigismund did not get any useful information from his eyepiece.

"I can still survive." Fujimaru Ritsuka himself answered ambiguously, "Anyway, I will definitely be pushed into the infirmary by Asclepius after I go back. For now, I just need to remain in a state of not dying."