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

In the final battle of Mictrampa, although the opponent limited his output due to his pursuit of fair competition, Fujimaru Ritsuka also had some experience of what the "divine domain" should be like as a battlefield. Although there was some smoke representing Tezcatlipoca floating in the nearby illusion, it obviously did not have the power to "demarcate the territory".

“Haha.” The Almighty God, whose appearance is currently between a ghost and a skeleton, laughed dryly twice. “After all, this is not the original world. Even if I am the Almighty God and can move between the multiverses, I cannot fully exert my power if I am rejected by the universe itself. But you——”

The invisible pressure similar to "sight" was transferred to Fujimaru Ritsuka. From her expression, it was obvious that she was not unaware of it, but from the same place, it could be seen that she obviously did not regard this as a big deal.

"——It really fell from the source. It's amazing that you can handle it."

"It's not like I can handle it... I planned it out carefully. Before the actual execution, I underwent a transformation using the Pseudo-Third Law to fix my physical and mental forms..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice got quieter and quieter for some unknown reason, and finally he suddenly raised his voice as if to cover up his guilty conscience: "Anyway, judging from the results, I survived! That's enough!"

Tezcatlipoca laughed again, and the rumbling sound echoed in the hangar, and even the walls seemed to tremble. The Terminator team responded by entering a defensive state, but the psykers farther away seemed unaware of this.

"Yes, for you, 'surviving' is a victory in itself." The god agreed. "And then? Although I admit that the fate that was once formed echoes each other, and it is normal for the universe itself to push two beings from different worlds to an intersection, but since you have come to me like this, it must be more than just a greeting, right?"

"Saying hello is also important, but there are indeed many reasons. Because of some long stories, I am currently touring as the Emperor's special envoy - even if I don't mention this, if I see a ship in distress, I have to lend a hand no matter what, right?"

"It's very much your style... but you are now a priest of the Emperor." The word "priest" spoken by the gods from other worlds was a completely unfamiliar pronunciation to the people of the Empire, but when those syllables came out of his mouth in this environment, everyone inexplicably understood its meaning. "When I brought Debit here, I took a glimpse. He looked like a bad guardian. Have you been entangled by troublesome guys again and forced to start working illegally?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was strangely silent here.

"Well... I think it's better to say it first. You must calm down after hearing this." There was a tentative uncertainty in her tone, "The Emperor, he is not a god."

"what?"

"The Emperor is not a god. He is just a very special and powerful human being... If you want to make an analogy, he is a very powerful human magus? Although his life form and dimension are different from ordinary people, his 'heart' is still human... Is that roughly it?"

"what?"

Tezcatlipoca made a “are you kidding me” noise.

"Wait a minute, the 'Emperor' we are talking about is indeed the 'Sun' that lit up a galactic-scale super-large lighthouse and is burning brightly on Earth, right?"

"Yeah? That's a human?"

"But isn't it obvious that he is 'ruling over mankind as a god'?"

"You've got the cause and effect wrong. You haven't had time to study the history of this universe in detail," said Fujimaru Ritsuka. "It's not 'The Emperor rules over humanity as a god', but 'As the great Emperor who rules over humanity, he is regarded as a god by his people'. Although he has been regarded as a god by a huge number of humans for nearly 10,000 years, and therefore inevitably has changed, he is still a human being in essence."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Tezcatlipoca seemed speechless for a moment.

"A human being? Leading a huge empire on the scale of this galaxy?"

"To put it simply, the story is this: 10,000 years ago, the Emperor tried to unify the entire human race spread across the galaxy, and then find a way to free humans from the shadow of the gods. However, the Great Crusade launched for this purpose failed at the last minute. At this point in time, the Empire is a remnant that has barely survived for 10,000 years after activating the backup plan."

“——He wants to say goodbye to the Age of Gods by himself?”

"It almost succeeded. If the gods hadn't done anything, it would have succeeded. It's a pity that the gods in this universe obviously have their own ideas... But in the end, he managed to avoid the fate of the destruction of the entire human race by sitting on the throne."

"..."

After a period of silence, Tezcatlipoca laughed even more wildly.

"To rely on one's own strength to prolong the existence of a race that is doomed to be destroyed, what a fool is! I see, I see, I understand, this cannot be a non-human! Only humans would do such a stupid thing!"

The entire space was shaking due to the gods' emotional outburst. There were sounds of uneasiness and commotion in the psychic camp, but it seemed that they still didn't understand what was happening in the hangar.

“…I feel like I’ve been scolded too, but that’s okay. I’m glad you understand this.” After Tezcatlipoca had laughed enough, Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged indifferently, “Anyway, as a fool who has also shouldered the responsibility of the survival of mankind, after meeting him, I really can’t ignore this, so I’m currently acting in the position of assisting him. It would be great if there won’t be any conflicts in the future because of this.”

"I understand, I understand, hahahahahahahahaha..."

After barely calming down, the huge skeleton waved its arms and leaned over to approach Fujimaru Ritsuka:

"I can't promise you that I won't stand against you. After all, I am the 'wind of change', and I don't know where I will blow to."

His tone was solemn and serious:

"But you are a 'warrior' that I favor, and I will acknowledge the Emperor just as I acknowledge you who 'challenged the impossible' - you can rest assured that even if I have never met him, as the 'warrior god' I will still give him equal treatment."

"So tell me, what do you need now? Tezcatlipoca will generously provide rewards to the warriors who once defeated me."

Suddenly I found out it would be on the shelves on the 1st, save up, it’s sold out today.

Hurry up and read it before it goes on sale: A masterpiece by the Dark Lady Adheera (?), a story about raising Lorgar for 30k. The introduction starts with a meme, and the writing is much better than mine. Friends who like the HH storyline or are interested in making Lorgar right should read it if they pass by.

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Chapter 54: Failing the reputation check and being unable to use the intimidation skill

Such a scene had never occurred in Malcolm Feroth's wildest fantasies.

Most Space Marines are pragmatic, and the Iron Hands are the best among them, so Ferros rarely has fantasies - but that doesn't matter, it's just a metaphor.

In the ten thousand years since the Heresy, all the primarchs, loyal or traitorous, have gradually disappeared from people's sight, and the relevant history has faded over time, becoming heavily whitewashed words in religious texts or exaggerated fairy tales in the mouths of ordinary people. Even in the recent millennium, when the Ultramarines Primarch Roboute Guilliman walked again on earth, was crowned as the Regent of the Empire, brought the Primaris technology, and launched the Indomitus Crusade with thunder and lightning, saving the Empire from danger, Ferros still felt that the concept of "Primarch" was far away from him.

The empire was huge, and there was only one Primarch. It was an honor to meet the Primarch, but due to rigorous logic and probability reasoning, Ferros did not think he would have this opportunity in his lifetime.

However, humans are ultimately unable to take into account all the information in reality, so fate always operates in a way that is not so rigorous from a human perspective.

Conrad Curze in front of Ferros was a good example of this: he had never thought that he would meet the Primarch, let alone a traitorous Primarch. But now he had, and at a very close, terrifying distance.

Another problem he discovered was that he had never truly understood what the "Original Body" was before.

Indeed, as a founding group that existed during the Great Crusade, the Iron Hands' internal database is not lacking in relevant records. After joining, every battle brother will gradually come into contact with the history that has been passed down for thousands of years: their gene father, the fallen primarch of the Emperor's Children, the bloody battle on Istvaan V... But that is, after all, history that has been passed down for thousands of years, and history is always easily distorted.

Or maybe it wasn't that the strict history passed down by the Chapter was distorted over a long period of time, but that the descendants ten thousand years later wishfully believed that these records that were too far away from them were not true. The Emperor had been on the throne for too long, and the Primarch had been lost for too long, so long that the old men who had walked with him gradually withered away, and the facts were hidden behind the words. We can only rely on the imagination of later generations who have never seen it and are gradually becoming impoverished to speculate.

Language and writing are the bridges that humans rely on to communicate, but no matter what language it is, the information it can express will always pale in comparison to reality. Ferros knew that many battle brothers, even himself, had read those materials and understood that the Primarch was obviously stronger, faster, smarter, and more powerful. It cannot be said that such an understanding is wrong, but the imagination of humans, even Astartes Brothers, on a matter is ultimately limited.

Konrad Curze had proven from the first moment he appeared that the mere presence of a Primarch was easily more powerful than they could imagine.

He didn't know how the other party did it. He was not standing alone in front of the front line, and there were other brothers in the regiment beside him, but the situation seemed to have become like this in an instant: the transmission systems of the three dreadnought mechas were almost disabled at the same time in an instant that was difficult to distinguish the order, and five Night Lords wearing Terminator armor inexplicably flowed out from the shadows. Ten Primaris brothers who had not undergone too much mechanical modification were attacked almost at the same time in the next moment and were unable to react in time. They were all knocked to the ground three seconds later. The remaining six tribal veterans were dealt with by Curze himself - even Ferros's dynamic vision, which was enhanced by mechanical components, could only barely judge the order in which his colleagues fell to the ground, and realized what happened to them from the biological modification parts scattered on the ground.

Even the mechanical arms on Ferros's own power pack had inexplicably left him at some point, and he wanted to use them to respond to the situation, but in reality, all he had left was the sharp tingling pain in his neural connections.

All this happened in five seconds, and everyone fell before they could open fire, without even making much of a noise. In the six separate battlefields where the Iron Hands were encircling the main power room, communicating only through data links, such noise would not attract any attention. In a split second, Ferros glanced at the rune signal displayed directly on his retina, and was both happy and sad to find that the status displayed on the rune for their team was "no casualties".

This meant that no single battle-brother actually died, and that no other team would be aware of the problem.

"Someone told me, 'The descendants of Ferrus Manus are as angry as he is, so we need to calm down before we can start a conversation.'" Conrad Curze, who almost merged with the darkness, said in a tone that could be described as "naughty," "It seems that we can start the conversation now."

Feiros... Feiros had to calm himself down. He was actually very angry, but the scattered situation of his own camp obviously did not support him to show this anger.

"What do you want?" Based on rational judgment, this is the most important question at the moment. Firoz asked this question, and the next second after hearing this question, the expression on Coz's face quickly switched from "excited" to "disinterested".

"If I tell you the truth, will you believe it?" This was a rhetorical question, and Coze obviously already had a reliable answer. He simply avoided this question that did not interest him, and was even too lazy to make a slight cover-up - in fact, judging from the current situation, he did not need any cover-up.

"Do you have any idea about this... thing in front of you, what happened in the main power room?" Koz directly cut into the topic he thought was necessary, and Ferros couldn't help but repeat his question in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

"Solve the problem," Coze answered this time with a look of disgust, "It is indeed true, but you won't believe it."

Ferros said nothing. He really didn't believe it, but he didn't want to answer the question or confirm the point made by the other party.

"So you're not going to speak?" Curze continued to ask, "Or are you, as the commander of this entire battlefield, so incompetent that you still know nothing about your enemy after losing almost half of your men?"

Of course not. The bloodline inherited from Ferrus Manus made it impossible for him to tolerate such an obvious insult. Ferrus's emotional side almost wanted to refute in anger, but his rational side warned him not to fall for such an obvious provocation from his enemy. So he still managed to maintain a calm silence under the suppressed anger, and this calm silence made Curze angry.

"You should know that I have many more painful ways of getting what I need from you," he threatened.

However, Ferros was unmoved: "I am still quite interested in this, you can give it a try."

After these words fell, Ferros clearly felt the anger coming from others. He had seen many people get angry before, but he had never known that the emotion of "anger" could be so contagious. The anger of the Primarch was invisible, but it seemed to have real weight. When it fell on him, it even affected the function of the mechanically modified lungs, making him breathless. The light was also distorted and deflected under such heavy gravity, becoming dim.

Feroce had prepared himself for what was about to happen, but Conrad Curze did nothing to him.

"...Ketlaro." The Night Lords Primarch turned to one of his children at random. "Have I been too kind lately?"

The Night Lord who was called out visibly flinched - even with the Terminator armor wrapped around him. He first made a few meaningless noises that only meant "I heard it but I'm thinking", and then spoke tremblingly:

"I don't know, sir." He was obviously not confident about what he was saying. "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

This was not a direct answer, but the hidden meaning told Coze the real answer.

"If I didn't have the possibility of using you next, what you said would be enough to keep you in the infirmary for a month. I hope you are aware of this."

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir." Katetraro's voice even sounded a little relieved.

Conrad Curz turned back with a look of annoyance, staring at Malkan Ferrus, and muttered in a soliloquy, "Well, I don't care what Ritsuka or Ferrus think about this."

Then he reached out and grabbed the other's armored head before Ferros knew he had to dodge.

He didn't use much force, and it seemed like a friendly contact, but Ferros immediately felt that something was wrong: as if he was being held not just in his physical body, but in something deeper and more essential. And the latter made him feel a little scared instinctively.

Then, something terrible shattered his mind in an instant and pierced his soul. The huge power caused his memory to rapidly reverse under the will of others, completely opening up to a higher existence. Ferros tried to resist, but all his efforts were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. In his struggle, he was forced to drift in his memory, revisiting every detail of his life in the past two hundred years, every mistake, every tiny sin -

The physical flesh and blood of Ferros began to crack and break, and his uncontrollable body screamed instinctively in pain.

It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I don't know how many updates it will take, but it will produce 8k. No more today.

Secretly py golden corn cat: "Warhammer: Golden Dream". From the perspective of the imperial guards, it doesn't look like a web novel, it's a classic black picture riddle. However

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Chapter 55 Remarks on the launch

(silence)

(He bows his head)

(Check out the comments of the inner circle group members on the listing and start plagiarizing openly)

All in all, it's on the shelf.

First of all, we must thank the author of "40K: Midnight Blade", the knife-scratching wallpaper (abbreviated as R), a hammer circle coder and author Succubus. It can be said that without him, there would be no half of the inner circle now.

The beginning, the middle and the end are omitted. Anyway, the final result is that one day R asked in his book group why the output of fan fiction in his circle of book friends was so sparse (at that time), and his group members replied him coldly: because those who read his books finally chose to start their own books.

R asked painfully: Why did this happen?

I replied to him comfortingly: Because you write well, so well that it makes readers itchy to write.

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(The central idea that should be extracted from the above paragraph is: Midnight Blade is good, go watch it.)

Then I started the criticism and self-criticism phase, but I feel good about myself (you). It’s not that I think I write super well. I know I often mix up moon riddles and Warhammer riddles together. The description and atmosphere creation always emphasize the idea of ​​"this is fan fiction, so you can imagine it yourself". The writing style and plot rhythm are also terrible. Until now, the (unimportant) main line has not appeared. However, my requirements for myself in this article are "writing the story and explaining it clearly is victory", "what kind of literary quality do you pursue in daily online articles that echo each other seamlessly", so the above shortcomings do not prevent me from feeling good about myself. People need to be happier to live a relaxed life (seal toast.jpg).

After all, I said in the introduction that I write for my own pleasure, so I write whatever makes me happy. This article is essentially a self-entertainment work, and I am surprised that so many friends support it. Thank you very much for your kindness. It is your kindness that makes it possible for this book to be published, and it also cuts off my right to suddenly run away before the completion (sad). Anyway, I will take the initiative to work overtime every day to write 4K words for extra money (seal crying).

Then enter the plagiarism py link:

"As I see it," said the Ice Cave Seal, "we have 107 Steel Soul fragments, and here is his Warhammer 40K: Shattered Steel Soul; this is Adhera, here is 40K: Colchis Star and Reading the Black Library; here is Dry Lamp Night Talk and Warhammer: I Don't Want to Be a Stinky Can; here is Daspingen and False God and Wicked Son; here is Seven Night Hunt, and here is his Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana; next to them is the Purple Phoenix that Wows Through Everything and Warhammer: Nirvana; and there is the Commander of the Imperial Guards, Kitty, and his Warhammer: Shining Golden Dream; that is the Worm Possessed, the Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sand; and there is the Horin River under the Moon, and his Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes; there is the White Cousin, and there is another ship, the Glorious Queen... They are here, have been here, and will be here."

Thank you Good Prophet for lending me this paragraph of dish names (lazy seal).

Finally, as a cute seal, I posed a cute pose to try to get through. I hope you can V me a first order and support my long expedition to Yidiandian Milk Tea...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 56: The Thought Criminal of the Age of Gods Speaks Shocking Words

+Master, the lower cabin has been cleaned. +

Enkidu stood barefoot on a ground covered with messy body parts and blood, and with the faint sound of sticky liquid dripping and flowing, he sent a message to Fujimaru Ritsuka through the connection of the master-servant contract:

+I don't recommend you to watch this part of the record in detail. In short, all the hostile reactions within the perceptible range have been confirmed to be cleared, and the suspicious altar with a chaotic aura has been completely demolished. Some members of the Iron Hands survived, and they are currently cleaning up the battlefield themselves. +

The "reconnaissance team" consisting of the Iron Librarians, Primaris Scouts, and the Heavy Firepower Team was sent to the lower deck of the ship. In terms of reconnaissance missions alone, this was a configuration with a high chance of winning, but after the internal communications of the ship were blocked by various accidents, they encountered a somewhat severe encounter. The Librarians and the Heavy Firepower Team composed of veterans were fine, but even though the Primaris new bloods had the support of their colleagues, the losses in this process were quite painful - but this is the consistent creed of the Iron Hands: survival of the fittest, and only the stronger ones who survived on the battlefield are qualified to move forward and embark on the road of honor.

Enkidu didn't have any special feelings about this. Although he couldn't say that he had no interest in the customs and practices of this world, he was more of a bystander who didn't care about anything and just watched the show. He smoothly entered the battle between the two sides and clearly stated his position by helping one side and destroying the other. Facts have proved that this is also a good "persuasion" for the members of the Iron Hands, who are also very pragmatic in a sense. At least during the battle, there were no major problems between the two sides, and they even cooperated to a limited extent.

This does not mean that the brothers of the Chapter completely treated him as a friend. Although no one disturbed Enkidu when he said that he "needed some time and space to communicate with the psychic to report the progress", if you look closely at the Iron Hands who were cleaning the battlefield in the distance, you will find that there is always at least one bolter, a plasma pistol, and a promethium flamethrower facing him. In addition, there is always a think tank wandering nearby, obviously intending to monitor him.

+Okay, I will tell them about the temporary change of commander. It is also worth mentioning that I saw two different mystical symbols on the altar-like facility. Is this normal for the gods of this universe? +

He knew this was not normal, and the question was just a reminder. With this fact in mind, he did not need to, so he did not specifically mention that the enemies he encountered in the lower cabin were clearly divided into two factions: the Emperor's Children wizards and the vast majority of purple, swift and lewd demons stood together, but there were also some blue little creatures that could throw demon fire and laugh and mess around on the edge of the battlefield. These erratic little demons that always appeared out of nowhere to attack caused a lot of trouble for the Iron Think Tank. In a sense, although most of the Primaris scouts fell under the claws of the Slaanesh demons, those Tzeentch changelings were the culprits that made the losses so great.

However, these were not a big threat to Enkidu. Although there was no support from the earth veins in the universe, his own performance and experience were enough to deal with enemies of this level.

+Thanks for your concern, but it doesn't matter to me. It is true that I can hear the echo of the will of the gods from the depths of the subspace, but after all, I am a weapon made by other divinities, and the existence of the contract also makes me have a clear sense of belonging. For now, their power has not been able to break through the etheric shell and affect me. As long as I ignore it, I will be fine. +

God. He sneered in his heart.

As a weapon made by God that is influenced by Gilgamesh and relatively more in line with the way of existence of "humans", a clay doll that exists because the gods arbitrarily give it life and dies because the gods arbitrarily take it back, Enkidu really doesn't have any good feelings towards "God". With this negative impression in the first place, coupled with his calm personality, he is not likely to have intense emotions unless he encounters relevant topics or events. He is also a weapon of rectification, and the logic of being a replica projection is different from the universe itself. Therefore, although it is currently considered a "subspace entity" in a sense, there is no need to worry too much about related issues in the short term.

As for the situation of long-term combat, Fujimaru Ritsuka must coordinate with him and purify the pollution of chaos at any time.

+Okay, I understand. Next, we will guide the Iron Hands members back to the middle level of the ship. +