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

Most of the physical universe detectors on the Storm's Edge were too primitive. In order to maintain the accuracy of intelligence collection, he would use related components every day to check for deficiencies. If it weren't for these auxiliary functions, he had also launched a ship-borne light spear against the enemy unexpectedly in the previous six months - in terms of the energy released, the Emperor's Dream's ship-borne light spear had the output of an A-level anti-city treasure with just a single shot.

But that is not called "Noble Phantasm Deployment", it is just a mechanical structure that was originally equipped on the Emperor's Dream and was reproduced on the physical level in this era by the Summoning Warlock. At best, it can only be regarded as "functional deployment".

The treasure of the "Emperor's Fantasy" is not such a precise thing.

Fujimaru Ritsuka once explained to him: The Noble Phantasm of a Heroic Spirit is a symbol of himself, a weapon or ability that can be called a proof of heroism, or a sublimation of the Heroic Spirit's own deeds or a condensation of his life. Therefore, for a Heroic Spirit, using a Noble Phantasm is as instinctive as breathing, and should be as natural as humans controlling their limbs.

If the Emperor's Dream itself was sublimated into a treasure, he might be able to play a big role on the battlefield in the form of a fleet battle formation. However, the Emperor himself believed that Fujimaru Ritsuka needed more than just a war engine in this mission, but something more metaphysical.

So he accepted the changes from the throne.

So, the question arises: if a Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm is not only his own sublimation, but also relies on the transformation of the Creator who is still alive at the spiritual level, so he is not even very clear about what it is, how should we deal with this situation?

"It's hard for me to say. After all, I'm not a Heroic Spirit. This situation is rare. Generally speaking, Heroic Spirits will not allow anything else to make such changes to their spiritual base..." Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned and gave this response. "But, just like it's impossible for humans to strangle themselves to death, according to my experience, in a situation where you have to use it in an emergency, any kind of Noble Phantasm can always be used."

Then, he learned everything about his Noble Phantasm from Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was an insider, but... it was still a little too difficult for him to understand this Noble Phantasm.

He did fight for the future of mankind all his life according to orders, but he was just a ship after all.

He is not human after all.

If the creator on the throne had made such a transformation when he was just a ship, perhaps he would not have the confusion he has now. But when this change happened, he was no longer just a ship.

He acquired a heart similar to that of a human being.

Somni temporarily placed the things in his hand on the seat in front of the console, and then connected to the main control system of Storm Boundary. It was useless to worry about things that had not happened yet. No matter what happened next, he had the responsibility to perfectly execute the orders he had received.

After a brief pause, he returned to the position where he was at the beginning of the day and began to control the heading and allocate energy as if he had not left that place today.

Even the plate of cookies that Fujimaru Ritsuka brought in the morning was still waiting in front of him.

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Sevatar gradually began to understand why his other self left those words before disappearing.

First of all, it does take some willpower to control this Terminator armor - after all, it, or rather, the strange subspace entity that resides in it, obviously has its own ideas.

"If I hadn't sensed a change of personnel, I wouldn't have come to see what happened." Jeanne Alter's shadow complained to him angrily, while controlling the Iron Knight Terminator at the same time, trying to move towards the city. "Do you think it's easy and safe to cross the dimensional barrier and project your consciousness from your seat? Especially when this universe is so rotten!"

"If this matter is too troublesome for you, then you can just not come here, right?" Sevatar was forced to wrestle with his power armor while not forgetting to use his excellent speaking skills as a Nostramo. "Or you can just go back to where you came from now, which will be convenient for both others and yourself."

The shadow of the woman was not annoyed, but just sneered: "Okay, you and your predecessor are indeed the same person, and the bold words you said are almost the same. I'll let you try it yourself."

For a moment, her shadow suddenly dissipated to the point where it was almost invisible, and the external force on the Terminator armor almost completely disappeared. However, before Sevatar could successfully complete a turn, he felt an emotion that did not belong to him rushing towards his soul from all the neural interfaces of the armor like a tsunami:

Anger, hatred, dark hatred, bright red anger.

The fire of the red lotus, the desire for revenge on the entire universe.

Apart from this, Sevatar was unaware of anything for a moment.

After a short while, he found himself lying on the ground. The shadow of the woman reappeared, standing aside with her ears blocked, her face showing a mixture of disgust and gloating. He heard human roars and cries that did not belong to the chaotic cheers. He instinctively wanted to find the direction where they came from, but a second later he found that their source was his throat.

"How is it? Can you withstand it?" She gently kicked Sevatar's shoulder armor. The slight vibration transmitted through the thick armor did not cause any harm, but it made people angry. "If you can perfectly control my power, of course you don't need me here - but even your predecessor took him two full months to barely maintain basic sanity under my anger."

Sevatar didn't say anything for the time being, but just tried to get up from the ground while gasping for breath. Wearing the Iron Knight Terminator armor, this simple action also required some skills.

"When you leave, can't you take those things with you?"

The reason why he spoke so slowly and clearly was not only because of the impact of his emotions, but also because of a feeling of weakness in his soul: that move just now clearly did nothing, but it burned away about half of his spiritual energy - he instinctively used this energy to fight against the foreign objects that were washing over his soul, just like he had fought against the erosion of chaotic forces earlier.

Jeanne Alter just sneered:

"Those extreme emotions constitute my essence and the source of my power. If you take those away, all you'll have left is a dysfunctional armor." She explained, "Perhaps because of the nature of this universe, my extreme emotions have been amplified after coming here. My power has been enhanced, but at the same time it's easier to get out of control. Attaching to the armor and connecting to the user's spiritual base, using the will of two people to fight against extreme emotions and maintain rationality in battle, is a stopgap measure under abnormal conditions - otherwise, if anyone wants to be bound to a random person, wouldn't it be faster for me to do it myself?"

After the words fell, the armor began to move on its own, regardless of Sevatar's will.

"Stop wasting time there. The source of the abnormal situation is obviously in the city not far away." The shadow began to try to point the armor that had stood up again towards the inside of the city. "I don't know why you want to stay in this damn place, but it is obviously the best thing to solve the root of the problem as soon as possible-"

——Because they happened to be facing the right direction, they happened to see:

The fire that fell from the sky far above happened to hit the center of the city. The storm was blocked by the buildings and could not blow outside the city, but the earth trembled as a result, and then came the long-awaited, thunderous sound.

Sevatar looked up, and his enhanced vision easily caught the Dark Angels battle barge behind the clouds. Just as he cursed inwardly that he had come at an inopportune time and was rapidly deducing what the single falling object was, the phantom standing aside in a daze spoke in a dreamlike tone:

"Um... is that Ritsuka?"

She had an expression of disbelief on her face. “Although I’ve always known that she’s good at messing around, how come she doesn’t bring a drop pod for an orbital drop????”

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 30: The Emperor is so poor that he only has spiritual energy left. Why should we save him?

Governor Jasmine Deville was dressed in gorgeous clothes and stood tall, as if she was standing under the backdrop lights of a global live show or walking on the dance floor of high society.

However, around her were rough stone reliefs, twisted and alien statues, dust floating freely due to lack of care, and corpses piled up into small hills.

The soulless corpses of the common people of Jestal, used for rituals, twisted and mutated into inhuman forms.

This is the so-called "ancient ruins" located in the central part of the inner city of the first city of Jestal. It is an inner area that is not open to the public. The reason why this space is not open to the public is also very simple:

This is a place used to perform various rituals based on forbidden knowledge, and it is also the place where her sins originated.

It all stems from a desire to increase production, an archaeological discovery by chance, a gamble with hope, and an ambiguous indulgence.

Now it was meaningless to look back and recall how she dragged herself and the entire planet into the abyss step by step. The midnight bell had struck, and the ninth day of the celebration had arrived. Under the acceleration of another round of sacrifice, Jestal had been locked under the spell of the Tzeentch demon, completely isolated from the outside world.

Jasmine Deville could sense it all.

This might be the evil interest of the demon Tzeentch that occupied the body of Raj Hastings, but now mutated it beyond recognition. Somehow, it gave Deville, who was standing here, the ability to see everything that happened on the planet.

She knew how all the inhabitants of the planet struggled under the broadcast, how the chaos pollution unscrupulously eroded their souls, and how after the bells rang, the sky that should have been pitch black in the middle of the night was gradually dyed with the chaotic and magnificent light of the warp.

She was forced to look at the fruits of her mistakes.

She forced herself to keep watching, not only because the magic of the Tzeentch demon required her to keep watching, but also because she felt it was her duty to keep watching.

She could only watch.

These scenes made her heart ache, drove her crazy, made her want to scream, made her wish to stop it - if she could seize any possible opportunity, she was sure that she would turn these ideas into reality without hesitation, even if it meant risking her own life, even if it meant shattering her own soul, even if it meant being burned by flames thousands of times, even if it meant being tortured by evil creatures for thousands of years.

But under the spell, she could do nothing. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't cry, couldn't even show anger.

She could only stand there like a living statue, silently watching everything happen, everything sink, everything fall into eternal damnation. The Tzeentch demon, which had completely lost its human form, excitedly muttered something she didn't understand and didn't want to understand, and she was even deprived of the power to "not watch" by the spell. The only thing she was allowed to have freedom was her thoughts.

But what can mere thought do?

Jestal has become an isolated island, and there is no possibility of external assistance. The planet's native defense force has long been contaminated by the ritual, and everything is in the hands of the devil. In the final analysis, the moment she began to realize that something was wrong, it was actually too late to save the situation.

Governor De Vere wanted to close his eyes in regretful silence.But she couldn't do such a simple action.

She had never been a devout member of the state religion. In her early years, she had only attended church services and prayed to get by. After taking office on the remote and barren planet of Jestal, she was even more unwilling to maintain verbal respect due to various difficulties and grievances. At this moment, she prayed silently with unprecedented piety in her life:

God Emperor, please punish me for my sins.

I do not ask for forgiveness, I only ask that your sacred fire burn away all the consequences of my sins.

——Then, flames fell from the sky, dragging a long golden trail straight towards her.

Immediately, the earth trembled.

-

Ritsuka Fujimaru used the flames released by Karna's magic skill as power, and hovered in the air about ten meters above the ground relatively stably, overlooking the large pit on the ground.

I swear to God, this pit is not entirely her fault.

She did indeed fall directly from a high altitude in low-Earth orbit, and the potential energy generated in this process did give her the destructive power comparable to that of a meteorite falling to the ground. She did indeed aim at the target and deliberately smash herself on it - but this pit was not a meteorite crater caused by her "landing", at least most of it was not.

She had memorized this location when she had consulted the map of the First City: the "ancient ruins" from the Great Crusade period, with a gathering square in front, a memorial hall that also served as a museum, and then the ruins themselves that were sunk underground - things from ten thousand years ago were of course buried underground when they were unearthed by archaeologists, and Governor Deville obviously did not want to expend manpower and resources to raise the buried buildings dozens of meters and move them to the ground.

Therefore, this pit surrounding the main part of the ruins already existed. Fujimaru Ritsuka only stated that she was responsible for the nearby sculptures, decorations, or marble tiles that were smashed and blown away by the shock wave, and that the pit itself had nothing to do with her.

-

But Master, the impact when we landed did exist, and caused the surrounding ground to sink by about 20 centimeters. --

Karna, although I know you are concerned about my physical condition, it is okay not to say this clearly. -

Ritsuka Fujimaru folded his arms in mid-air and stared at the edge of the building's roof, where the outer wall had become glazed due to the high temperature and impact.

Of course, it is impossible to use oneself as a cannonball without causing harm to oneself, but with sufficient energy supply, after unfolding Karna's Sun Armor Noble Phantasm, the Otenaus Spirit Base Exoskeleton Its own protective power is completely enough to withstand the remaining aftermath.

But it was expected that she herself did not suffer any harm. The problem was that the ancient building that she targeted was also completely unscathed: to be fair, even if a meteorite as big as her fell from 2,000 kilometers away, it would not cause so little damage. Moreover, in order to shorten the time required for airborne landing and increase the damage, she was using magic power to release power to boost her falling momentum.

In fact, the reason is not hard to guess, it is nothing more than a magic shield added to the building itself. If the person who did this is a master, he really used psychic power to make this magic shield look like a void shield out of thin air. If not, then some limited compromises such as "entry can only be made from a specific entrance" are made to deliberately leave an empty door in exchange for the improvement of the protection strength of other directions - this kind of protective barrier spell is almost the same no matter where it is, even in another world.

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Well, although it should be like this normally, but, how should I put it... it's a little too unoriginal. -

After a brief observation of the ritual, Fujimaru Ritsuka complained that she could not see anything, but in fact, she did not need to see anything. She had only one goal - to destroy the building that was the core of the ritual.

-

Judging from the energy arrangement, there seems to be a gap at the main entrance of the building that can be entered. --

Why do you have to go in? I can imagine what kind of alien murder maze it will be set up as. I don't want to break through according to the enemy's will. -

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his hand in mid-air.

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Judging from the fact that the aftermath of the impact did cause damage to the edge of the building, this protection is probably not very strong. Anyway, there is no need to worry about the magic reserve this time, it should be easier to just blow it up with force. -

Karna had no objection to this - the God-killing Spear was not the only weapon he could use for offense:

A golden spear appeared out of thin air in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, and then flames spurted out from the tip of the spear and flowed down, completely covering the entire spear body.

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised the flaming spear and aimed at her target:

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O Brahma, curse my body (Brahmastra Kundala) -

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! This isn't right!"

Zeth Chatti flapped the new wings that had grown on his body and let out a sharp cry like a clown.

It should have eliminated all possible variables long ago, and its plan should have been foolproof, but why - that envoy to the throne!

It realized its mistake in an instant, and this made it howl with an unclear feeling of joy or anger.

Unexpected changes! It originally thought that this special envoy of the throne was just like other imperial inquisitors, with the power to mobilize most armed forces, but not a big deal when she was alone. If she was really capable and could trace the source of everything, then Zeth Chati would have prepared a comprehensive reception for her in this ruins - but, but!

Its nine pairs of eyes allowed its gaze to penetrate the dome of the building and look straight at the distant sky. It saw the golden thread flying down from the sky, and realized that the ritual it had constructed to lock the entire planet was no longer perfect, but was forcibly burned to create a tiny hole that could connect to the outside world.

If it was a few minutes ago, it would have dared to say that such a small hole was not a big deal. As the ritual progressed, such a small flaw would naturally be healed by the gentle waves of the High Heaven. But - without any need to test, Zeth Chati knew that the golden thread was destined to be extremely stubborn.

That is the manifestation of the power of the cursed, and a blessing bestowed upon that 'Envoy of the Throne'.

If it had known in advance that it was the Corpse King's lackey... a lackey that had been favored, then it would definitely pay more attention to the little thing banging on the door outside - unfortunately, there is no if in everything.

The earth is shaking.

Zeth Chatti could only feel the euphoria of "discovering unforeseen changes" and the regret of "the plan will fail again" at the same time, and screamed noisily with his throat, which had been completely mutated to be almost indistinguishable from that of a bird.

Then, it discovered what was happening outside through its keen sense of psychic energy.

It flung out its tentacles, gathered the staff back in its hand, and chanted spells in a panic to strengthen the defenses on the building - how could it be possible that someone who wanted to break the core of the ritual would come in through the main door without following the rules and instead lift the roof! But the current situation is still in its favor: the ritual is still working, and the entire planet of Jestal is slowly falling into the warm embrace of the Supreme Heaven. As long as he can continue to drag on -

Then, the earth shook again.

The second attack that landed on the ruins' defenses was far more powerful than the first.

In his horror, Zeth Chatti clearly felt that the barrier he had set up was breaking.

Among the Tzeentch demons, its achievements in magic can only be considered mediocre, but that is the result that can only be obtained by comparing horizontally among the Tzeentch demons. In the evaluation standards of humans, the protective spells it sets can naturally be called incomparably exquisite and seamless. Not only is its defense at the first-class level, but even when facing the attack of energy weapons, it can absorb part of the energy from the opponent's attack and feed it back into the spell, making the defense stronger.

It had tested it. After that, it complacently believed that the spell was impossible to be broken by the weapons in the hands of humans. But now, it realized that it may have never seriously investigated all the weapons in the empire, and made an arbitrary conclusion.

At that very moment, its barrier was indeed crumbling: not the defensive spell that it was so complacent about, but the part that absorbed energy from the enemy's attack - it had never thought about what would happen if its own spell absorbed the energy of the cursed.

It has to think now.

Zeth Chati twitched and danced wildly on the ground in a crazy manner, and emitted a long and piercing, cholera-like scream. From a human perspective, it was difficult to understand what it was doing so madly, only it knew that it was modifying its proud protective spell on the spot.

Nine syllables, nine modes, nine variations, nine deductions. Nine overlapped and gave birth to nine, and nine times the branches of nine extended to infinity. Zeth Chati put all his energy into this spell. All the eyes that mutated from it stared at the nothingness beyond human intelligence, carefully examining the subtle changes in any of the psychic paths and possible subsequent developments.

It was very focused, which was a good thing, because it stopped the decline of the protective spell and restored the defense of the building; but this focus was also a bad thing -

Jasmine Deville slowly picked up the ceremonial dagger from the altar behind it.

Zeth Chati was so focused that he threw himself into the spell of wrestling with the servants of the Corpse King that he forgot that he had a prisoner who was also controlled by the spell.