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

"——How could the origin be different?" The Lord of Change laughed, "Don't say that, you and I are so similar——"

"Don't say that." Smoke Mirror seemed to be somewhat resistant to this. "Of course, you and I are both 'inconstant infinity', but 'infinity' and 'infinity' do not necessarily have any intersection."

The Lord of Change burst into laughter. This laughter disturbed the ocean currents of the Vast Ocean, and rolled up countless whirlpools. These whirlpools randomly appeared in various places where the curtain was weak in the Milky Way. Countless demons, humans, ships, and even stars were swallowed and torn apart by them - but the Smoke Mirror was not moved at all.

"You swallowed up a tiny piece of the Lord of Bliss." After laughing, the Lord of Change suddenly changed the subject - considering that He Himself has no fixed form and is always changing, it is normal to change the subject so abruptly during the conversation, "'King of Sapphire'... the things it should have brought back to us were also swallowed by you - ah, don't get me wrong, I'm not condemning anything, this is all part of the plan! Hehehehehe, it's all part of the plan -"

“As the God of the Underworld and the Lord of Death, what’s wrong with me devouring death itself?” Smoke Mirror snorted coldly and blew out the turbulent flow of True Aether that was rushing towards the Lord of Change due to his madness. “Besides, I should treat those brave people who dare to face their own end under unfavorable conditions with preferential treatment.”

"Did you not see the essence of Ferrus Manus? Do you think that was human?"

"I didn't say I was giving preferential treatment to that demigod."

Gray smoke swirled around, and on the obsidian mirror, the face of Malkan Ferros flashed by. The Lord of Change might have seen it, or might not have seen it; might care about it, or might not care at all. No one could guess the ever-changing thoughts in his mind—not even himself.

"But the piece of the youngest goddess - the piece that is entangled with many threads of fate - does allow you to gain a firm foothold in this universe." The Lord of Changes pondered, "I am the 'Lord of Changes', I am happy to see all changes, I will naturally welcome a visitor from another world to join our 'Great Game' - the other old opponents on the chessboard have made me tired. But will the other chess players think so?"

"I don't care." Smoke Mirror sneered, "Although I have no interest in your so-called 'Great Game', I am also a 'Warrior Master', 'An Enemy of All Sides'. Do you think that I, with such an honorable title, would be afraid of fighting?"

The Lord of Change laughed wildly again, but this time, the turbulence he created was suppressed by the rising smoke of the annoyed Smoke Mirror before it could even occur.

"Of course I don't think so - I know why you came here, and I came here for the same reason!" The bright colored mist roared loudly, "You are so similar to me! Of course you want my power - this is our instinct as gods! Similarly, I want yours too!"

"I do mean that, but don't compare me to a half-baked person like you who only acts on instinct." The obsidian mirror began to be completely obscured by the gurgling smoke. "If you just want to take away the power, I can just look for your fragments in the highest heaven and devour them like I devoured the essence of that demon. From a strategic point of view, that is a more reasonable behavior for the sake of victory."

The Lord of Change was confused because even He, even when meeting face to face, could not guess the mind of another god, let alone a god from another world.

"Then why did you resort to such a desperate measure?" He asked with a smile.

"--Because you make me so unhappy." Smoke Mirror said sternly, "Take your stalker-like eyes away from the priest of Chaldea! That's the warrior I fell in love with first!"

In an instant, the powers of the gods collided with each other, and the conceptual struggle completely disrupted the universe.

Amid the ecstatic screams of the Lord of Change, countless spells were released and eliminated at the same time between one moment and eternity, countless probabilities were manipulated and derived at the same time between one moment and eternity, countless events occurred and were reversed at the same time between one moment and eternity, countless paradoxes were entangled and erupted at the same time between one moment and eternity, and the aftermath alone was enough to distort reality itself.

In terms of the energy that can be mobilized, the Lord of Change is naturally stronger with the advantage of home field, but in such a battlefield, this advantage is far from absolute. What the gods fight for is not the right to use energy, but the control over power and concepts.

The two's uncertain forms changed rapidly, and the battlefield itself was distorted as their minds clashed - sometimes, the countless geometric buildings and branches of fate in the crystal maze were destroyed by a storm in multiples of nine; sometimes, the black shadows in Mictrampa that looked like both leopards and humans became deformed in large numbers amid screams.

It is impossible to clearly define how long this battle lasted, and there is no point in attempting to determine this. All we know is that, either in the middle of the fight or at the end of it, at some uncertain moment, Smoke Mirror suddenly laughed out loud:

"I understand!" The huge warrior, wearing a feather crown, leopard skin, and with a left leg made of obsidian, pointed to the mirror opposite him that should have been bright but was covered with dust. "I understand it completely!"

There was a tiny crack on the surface of the mirror that the Lord of All Changes had transformed into. Under the cover, it might be able to avoid the eyes of the great demons under its command, or even be ignored by the mighty ones on other thrones, but it could not avoid the eyes of the Smoke Mirror that was too similar to Him.

It was indeed a tiny crack, but such a tiny crack did exist. The crack was filled with golden and silver light, like the sun, like thunder, but it was an energy that had never existed in this world. The crack was tiny, but stubborn enough - it had indeed carved a scar on a powerful god of the High Heaven, and it existed now, in the past, and forever in the essence of the Lord of All Change.

The gods of this world may not know the reason, but the Almighty God of another world knew the cause and effect of everything the moment he witnessed its existence:

That was the wound caused by the "God-killing Spear" recorded in Indian mythology.

The drifter in another world, as a priest, asked the mythical hero "Karna" to possess his body. Then, the great hero reproduced the experience in the record, and in exchange for the God-killing Spear given by the Thunder God Indra, who was moved by his emotion, at the cost of "stripping off his golden armor like skin".

This damage was also synchronously reflected on the priest who served as the container.

While enduring the pain of being skinned with his mortal body, the priest also served as a vessel for the power of the sun and thunder, and with the treasure "Sun Disc, Submit to Death" (Vasavi Shakti), he successfully inflicted tiny, insignificant, but indelible scars on the gods.

The priest who escaped from the clutches of the devil dragged her body towards the sun hanging high in the vast ocean, and she almost died of infection during the process. The defect she left for the Lord of Change, before, after, and at that time, became a response to the Smoke Mirror, who also had a defect in his body. In addition to the fact that she was also in this world, the fate between her and the Smoke Mirror, under the overlap of multiple factors, finally caused the Smoke Mirror who tried to travel across the world to fall here.

He understood all of this in an instant, but he didn't really care. He laughed joyfully in the warp, and the demon army of the Lord of Change shrank back, and the Leopard Man's spirits were also panicked. He didn't care about these things either - he once again saw the courage of mortals who dared to risk their lives to challenge the gods, and once again witnessed Fujimaru Ritsuka's struggle for survival.

The Chaldean priests, at the cost of sacrificing their skins, proved that mortals could also hurt gods, thus increasing the possibilities of humanity in this cruel world.

He decided to reward the warriors he admired, and the past events he read in an instant with the power of Almighty God gave him a new idea.

“Lord of Change, take back your gaze.” He threw the obsidian dart in his hand and said to the colorful smoke that was infinitely far and yet infinitely close, “I have understood everything clearly. I have made a decision.”

The dart crossed the infinitely long and infinitely close distance, and when the Lord of Change transformed into a group of tentacles with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine eyeballs, it accurately pierced into one of His eyes. The eye screamed as if it had its own consciousness, and withered away in an instant without any resistance.

The thread of fate that was originally connected to "Fujimaru Ritsuka" by the dead eye floated up, as if blown by the wind of impermanence, and escaped from the control of the Lord of Change - and finally fell into the smoke of the obsidian mirror.

"I named her Xipe Totik the Flayer. She then faced east and was known as Tezcatlipoca the Red."

In the smoke of madness He declared:

"When you want to spy on her whereabouts and manipulate her fate, don't forget that the cause and effect will flow to me. After all, as Chaos Gods, you and I are destined to fight to the death."

Amid loud laughter, the smoke of Tezcatlipoca slowly dissipated, but peace had yet to return to the sky:

Tzeentch's sharp cries of anger and joy still resound throughout the universe, causing countless tides and tsunamis in the Warp.

A setting chapter in a sense, 4k4, no more today (peaceful). The seal will lie down and sleep on his day off!

I recovered the God-killing Gun that was hung on the wall in the Jestal instance, and I recovered the reason why Yan Ge came here to beat 40,000. Happy.jpg

Brother Yan is really generous to his own people, whether it is Yuandian or Yueyue. Although he is unpredictable, he is really generous when he is generous.

"The Skinning King" Xipe Totik: In theory, he is the eldest brother among the four faces of Smoke and Mirror (so you can see that Smoke Brother is really generous). He is called the Skinner because he peeled off his own skin as a sacrifice so that the seeds can sprout and grow, not because he likes to skin others (although the priests do worship him with the ritual of skinning the sacrifices, and this is why I chose NL to start at the beginning (?).

The face of the East among the "Four Gods" in the Smoke Mirror is red in color. He is worshipped as the god of agriculture, rebirth, plague, war, etc. (this is basically the case in Central and South American mythology). The name given to Guda here is in line with the process of "Guda fired the God-killing Gun and was skinned because of the side effects (as a sacrifice), and then injured Tzeentch to prove that humans are not necessarily powerless when facing gods, and finally escaped." In terms of the key ritual points (skinning, opening up a way for human survival, rebirth), he can match Sipe Totek.

As for the naming itself, it is just a name, which is equivalent to Yan Ge taking Guda's status into his own hands and raising it to the same level as himself, to prevent curses and mystical manipulations, but he did not share the power. In daily life, Guda is still just Guda.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 73: The hot springs that didn't have a hot spring bath are back, but Curze and Sevatar

Sevatar had a strong sense of unreality about what had happened during this whole period, as if he was walking on clouds.

From his perspective, he missed all the important nodes in the development of the whole thing - specifically referring to the experience of his genetic father, Conrad Curze, during this period, and this time, no one was willing to tip off the former first company commander.

For Sevatar, he was just thrown next to the small statue of the Emperor on the Storm's Edge, watching his genetic father and ten former Black Guards leave for a very ordinary boarding mission. Then, after waiting for about six hours, the original team returned to the ship in shame, with their tails between their legs. Even Curze himself looked absent-minded. As soon as he came back, he locked himself in a small room and didn't see anyone.

He turned around and wanted to ask his old subordinates what happened on the Iron Hands ship, but all he got was embarrassment, silence, vague excuses, and pleas like "Please don't force me to repeat it, you'll know soon."

Only Marshall Ketraro had smuggled a small data packet into him before he had to remove his armor.

In a sense, the Primarch and the sixty-four Night Lords on this ship were all "prisoners who betrayed the Empire", so unlike the ordinary Astartes, they were not allowed to stay fully armed at all times. In theory, everyone's power armor would be stored in a special equipment warehouse when it was not necessary. Only when the person was approved to go out for combat, could he enter the warehouse under the supervision of Somni and put on the armor with the help of fully automatic machines.

But there are not exceptions.

First of all, the most unavoidable exception is Konrad Curze. As the heir of the Emperor and a noble Primarch, he naturally has the right to retain the armor that suits his status - at least that's what Sevatar has always believed.

The second exception is Yago Sevitarion himself: when he escaped from the Dark Angels' ship, he had no power armor on him, and naturally there was nothing that could be confiscated into the equipment storage. But in fact, he received a gift from his "other self".

To be honest, he still didn't understand what kind of psychic evil magic it was, but Jeanne Alter and the Iron Cavalry Terminator armor that could easily appear when he thought it was needed gave him great convenience.

At least he didn't need to go through the approval process to use the power armor to receive data packets sent by his colleagues.

Then he looked without a second thought, and almost immediately, amid Jeanne Alter's wild laughter, he regretted it.

——Who wants to see a video recording of their genetic father being tied up with chains, struggling under a high-pressure water gun and roaring in dissatisfaction, but unable to escape!

Then he calmly stored the video deep inside the power armor's servo system, and thought deeply that he should find a way to "seize" some independent storage medium as a safety measure.

The value of the video itself is one thing, but there is really not much information in it that can explain the current situation. Curze himself closed the door to visitors, Fujimaru Ritsuka was busy again, and his colleagues refused to explain further. Sevatar was so angry that he wanted to hit someone because he couldn't figure out the whole story. In the end, it was Jeanne Alter who was wandering around and brought him back the first-hand information - and the original 15-minute video of "Imperial Inquisitors scolding the traitorous Primarch" circulated on the Lion's Mane.

As for why it came from the Lion's Mane, the Iron Hands Chapter said: The Inquisitor said she had special instructions for the section about the high-pressure water cannon, so we issued a normal restriction on distribution. But she didn't have any instructions for this section.

Sevatar, who finally heard the whole story and watched the new video, was happy, worried, surprised and angry. He immediately put on his training suit and went into battle, defeating 20 opponents in the duel cage of the Lion's Mane. He could have done more, but after the 20th opponent fell, Sevatar, who was caught red-handed by Somni, was punished with seven days of confinement in the solitary cell for his private actions.

——Then, of course, he was put into the confinement room. But only about six hours later, the most beloved (probably the only) offspring of the Night Lords Primarch was secretly dug out from there by the Primarch himself.

During the few seconds when the two looked at each other in silence, Sevatar thought a lot. Apart from the fact that this happened in front of Iron Hands and was quickly known by the Dark Angels, he was very happy about it. On the one hand, Fujimaru Ritsuka smoothly said what he had wanted to say in front of Curze, and on the other hand, from the latter's subsequent behavior, he obviously listened to it.

No matter why this happened and what would happen next, it was a good thing that the Primarch was willing to listen to others. But the more urgent question for him now was: should he show in front of the Primarch that he knew about this?

——Even for an Astartes, being scolded by a mortal girl in public to the point where he could not refute it was a very embarrassing thing. What about the Primarch? Moreover, Konrad Curze's mental state has always been... not very stable. His mood swings can even be ranked among the top among the Primarchs.

Therefore, he was really unsure of what attitude he should use to face his gene father now - pretending to know nothing about this matter? Or showing that he already knew all the previous situations and trying to comfort him? It felt that neither choice was 100% certain. In Konrad Curze's one thought, Sevatar might very likely enter the infirmary for trying to look at his original body while speaking.

Fortunately, after a few long seconds of silence, before anyone decided to speak, Curze himself stuffed Sevata back into the confinement room without warning, and then smoothly closed and locked the door. Sevata was caught off guard and was very confused by this, and almost couldn't control his mouth and slipped out two curse words. He was anxious and angry and furious in the small room for a few seconds before he realized why Curze had such a reaction:

Small and light footsteps were heard from the far end of the corridor. All the Night Lords were already familiar with who these footsteps belonged to. Then, more than ten seconds later, the door of the confinement room opened again, and the owner of the footsteps - Fujimaru Ritsuka - appeared in front of him with a little fatigue.

"I'm sorry I don't have the energy to chat right now. I'll just get straight to the point." She barely even looked up at Sevatar. Apart from saying this, the first thing she did after entering the room was to drag the only chair in the small room and throw herself on it. "I heard from Somni that you went to fight the Dark Angels alone, and I can roughly guess why you did that. In that case, I think there are some things you need to know."

At this point, Sevatar simply thought that the two topics were a bit jumpy, but he didn't expect that in the next half hour he would hear a story that would change his entire worldview:

In an extremely compressed way, Fujimaru Ritsuka told him all the stories about Konrad Curze himself in the ten thousand years since the Heresy - including the Primarch's suicidal death on Tagusa, and ten thousand years later, the Emperor on the throne pieced together his soul and essence again, and after a "trial", finally gave the Primarch a second life with Chaldea's alien technology.

"In short, that's it. You almost know what happened later." Fujimaru Ritsuka barely dug herself out of the chair. She had been talking almost exclusively for half an hour, and now she really needed to go to the cafeteria to get something to drink - and she also needed to rest. As a result, she didn't seem to care much about Sevatar's reaction to this, and just threw out what she had to say:

"Conrad's current condition is a little unstable. With the three legions temporarily being reorganized into one and needing a middleman to smooth things over, I'm afraid I can't take good care of him. So I've temporarily released you from confinement and told you all the causes of the whole thing. I ask you to take care of him. Among all the Midnight Sons now, I think you're the only one who can take on this responsibility."

After she finished speaking, she left Sevatar, who had not yet reacted, on the spot, without closing the door, and staggered away. Sevatar was in a trance for more than ten seconds, and once again saw the pale face of his genetic father through the open door.

"Did you hear that?" He blurted out without even thinking. After saying this, he realized that it was a bit inappropriate, but Coze himself didn't react much, just nodded with a complicated expression.

Then, they spent another four seconds in silence, and Sevatar gradually realized that the complicated expression on the Primarch's face probably meant that he "didn't know what to say."

In the end, Curze chose to skip this question, which was obviously too difficult for the Primarch with a terrifying computing power, and went straight to the next topic. So from Sevatar's point of view, the whole thing became: his gene father stared at him silently for a few seconds in front of his door, and then suddenly said: "I want to take a shower."

……ah?

Sevatar felt even more confused.

Meow (six o'clock).

Next chapter: Taking a bath, but having a heart-to-heart talk between father and son without any benefits.

Forget about timing! (Cheerful)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 74: The Primarch's mission must be completed no matter how outrageous it is

Ten thousand years ago, Sevatar was already accustomed to the various whims of his gene father. Therefore, although he was shocked by this request in various ways, he was still able to maintain an appropriate calm on the surface and convince himself to start working immediately.

The first problem he encountered was that Storm's Edge was a small ship designed and built with mortals in mind, so it was unlikely to have a place for the Primarch to bathe. Secondly, Sevatar doubted whether the ship could gather a team of servitors who could help the Primarch remove his armor - in other words, he had never seen even one servitor on the ship.

He used his Astartes brain to think for a few seconds, and decided to consult Jeanne Alter, who called herself an "old member", about the first question. In fact, Sevatar had personally surveyed it during this period of time, and the public bathroom space on the Storm Boundary was not small, but his Astartes brain was very unwilling to let his gene father "suffer this kind of grievance."

Then, after hearing the question, Jeanne Alter answered without thinking: "Simulation room."

Sevatar almost thought he had heard it wrongly: "What?"

"Simulation room." Jeanne Alter said matter-of-factly, "Guess why it's not called 'Simulation Training Room'? Of course it's because it can simulate anything."

"...But isn't this bad?" Savita felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.Considering he had just come out of solitary confinement, he guessed it would be best if he behaved himself for a short period of time.

Jeanne Alter showed him a look of obvious impatience: "What's wrong with that? If I say it can be used, of course it can be used. Why are you, a grown man, being so fussy?"

——Ten minutes later, he stood blankly in the steamy simulation room, staring at the beautiful scenery, pleasant ecology, bluestone paths nearby, and hot spring area with chirping birds and insects in the distance.

...Well, it's different from what he imagined, but it's okay.

Sevatar, who had no conditions and no interest in understanding the corresponding culture, was not moved at all. After a brief exploration of this virtual environment, he was quite satisfied.

Then, Sevasta and Koz were the only ones standing in front of the hot spring pond.

"Do you need me to call some more people to serve you, sir?" Out of habit, the former captain asked this question very naturally. However, Koz just waved his hand in disgust, expressing his refusal with body language.

As a descendant of the Legion, he probably shouldn't continue to refute. But it was Sevatar who was here, so he asked doubtfully: "But, your armor--"

He swallowed the words before he could finish them. He watched helplessly as the "nightmare cloak" that had perfectly covered Curze's body suddenly began to decompose into golden particles from the edge, and dissipated with the slightly disturbed airflow. Under the dim golden light of the armor, the pale body of the Gene Father was revealed. It looked no different from any Nostramo who lacked pigment, and even Sevatar himself was extremely similar to him - but for the descendants of the gene, there was indeed a kind of indescribable attraction in it.

Fortunately or unfortunately, before Sevatar could do anything that he would consider inappropriate, Curze had already turned his back to his captain and quickly dived into the hot spring pool.

Even though Sevatar was close enough to his Primarch, facing a naked Primarch like this was a rare experience for him. Sevatar could see that the size and depth of the pool were just right for Curze, allowing the four-meter-tall Primarch to sit on the edge of the pool without hindrance, with the water level roughly above his chest. But in fact, his attention was almost entirely not there - damn it, he just couldn't take his damned eyes away from the Primarch who was pulling his long, black hair out of the water and draping it over one of his shoulders.

He had to take a few deep breaths to force himself not to show too much rude interest in the small area of ​​the back of Curze's neck that was almost transparent and covered by hair all year round. After making sure that he had adjusted his mood, he finally dared to kneel down on the stone slab warmed by the pool water, ready to carry out the task assigned to him by the Primarch.

——Although a task requires the use of sponge balls and shower gel, it is still very strange for Astartes.

Although this was the request made by the Primarch, it was obvious that he was not in high spirits. All of Sevata's actions were affected by this emotion, and became quick, light, and cautious. Perhaps because of the content recorded in a certain shameful video, Conrad Curze's current hygiene was not very bad. Sevata took a comb and gently combed the Primarch's long hair, which was a little frizzy due to neglect. He spent about half an hour strictly following the process to clean and maintain it. When he washed it again with clean water, the soft, pure black color that seemed to be cut from the void and seemed to be ready to devour people made the captain inexplicably feel a great sense of accomplishment.

At the same time, he still had to carefully peek at the Primarch's expression. According to his experience, half an hour was enough for Curze to feel some dissatisfaction or annoyance, but fortunately, although he did look unhappy this time, he did not clearly express such emotions.

"Sevatar," he said simply, suddenly. "I'm sorry."

The bottle of conditioner fell into the pool with a thud. Sevatar opened his mouth in surprise like a fool, his mind almost stopped working. Before he tried to find something to say, Koz, who had brought up this topic for no reason, became angry:

“Shut up!” He turned his head suddenly and said viciously. His wet long hair was thrown out by inertia and stuck to his pale and thin back, where one could almost clearly see his spine. “I saw what you were going to say—”

But in a flash, his expression hesitated again, and then he stared at Sevatar's frightened face thoughtfully.

"——But would you really say that?" There was clear doubt in the Primarch's tone.

"I don't know," Sevatar struggled to move his vocal cords and mouth, and answered vaguely in tension, "I don't know what you are talking about, sir."