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

Chapter 151: Crows are in a mess

"Caught!"

Kelly happily held Raven, who was wrapped tightly in a robe, and waited for Wei to unseal the frozen door of the lounge. Currently, only Raven's head was exposed, drooping weakly, and all five eyes revealed a clear "life is hopeless".

Things turned out like this, not because Kaelia was gifted in any way, but after a period of dodging and futile struggle, Corax realized that this would only become endless. He could easily increase the difficulty and thereby discourage the mortal girl and the strange doll in front of him from doing this, but he could not unlock the blockade of the Emperor's psychic energy.

It cannot be said that He has never encountered similar situations in the past. It is not uncommon for "a raven" to be trapped somewhere for some reason and unable to return to its original form. Corax usually chooses to give up the trapped part and directly choose a suitable one after achieving his goal. method to erase it.

Of course, He could use a similar method to escape now, but this action is like cutting his own flesh with a knife. Doing so on a battlefield where the matter is of great importance or life and death are unpredictable is certainly an understandable expedient measure; but in the current situation where it is obviously not the end of the road, He always feels that things have not developed to the point where he must do so.

Therefore, Raven decided to give up struggling for the time being, and fell into the trap, crawling into the robe that Kaelia was trying to use to capture Him. Anyway, the embarrassment was already lost, so let it be, it wouldn't matter if he was caught for the time being. After a while, when the attention of others (mainly the Emperor) was diverted from here, He could run away however He wanted.

It is a bit regrettable that there is no clear measure of how long this "after a while" will take. He only hopes that no more people will see His face before then.

The entire Parmenio is currently still in the post-war rest and recuperation stage. All relevant personnel are either busy counting losses or arranging resources for the next war: the enemy in this galaxy has been eliminated, but not all enemies in the entire Ultramarine have been eliminated. Even if this war is over, the flames of the next war will always burn in the vast territory of the empire.

Although the Storm Boundary is also waiting for the next distant and magnificent voyage, during this time when everyone is busy cleaning up the snow in front of them, not everyone pays attention because the disinfection work has just been completed. As for the reason why it has returned, it can be said that except for Kaelia, there is no one alive on it.After excluding the strange dolls and floating spirits from the concept of "person", Corax's wish that "no more people should see his face" is still very satisfied.

Because the news that "something sneaked into the ship was caught by the new girl" was passed on by Wei, the alarm on the Storm Boundary was temporarily lifted.The commotion of the spirit body calmed down suspiciously, but the doll team gathered together again and stared at the completely wrapped raven with vigilance:

"It might be pretending." Xiao Ku waved the gun in his hand fiercely, scaring Kellya. "It might just want you to let your guard down, so that it can sneak out and blind your eyes."

The latter responded by showing the raven she had wrapped with her robe, tightly wrapped and tied in a knot on the outside: "I just learned how to fix bones in an emergency on the battlefield! It must be unable to move now!"

——For ordinary birds, this may be true. Even the immature and unprofessional techniques used by Kaylia during the packing process, which were not specifically used for catching birds, would damage the captured birds themselves. But for a raven with five eyes on its head alone, this so-called "fixation" is not even a hindrance.

If He wanted, He could easily tear through the robe with His sharp claws at any time, or simply ignore the restrictions of the fabric and force His wings to open, not to mention that He was indeed waiting for an opportunity, ready to slip back into the warp as soon as there was a gap. He just didn't have the idea of ​​doing the former because He hadn't found the opportunity to do the latter for the time being.

And after being wrapped in a piece of clothing for several times, it was quite warm.

He just quietly squinted in the fabric, watching the Doll Team and Kaelia come to a conclusion in the verbal battle. Before Fujimaru Ritsuka received the communication and came back with the news, they had to jointly take care of this "guy who got here without knowing how". Then, they had another dispute over "where to lock it up". Finally, in a very frivolous atmosphere like children playing house, they made the decision through "voting" to "take it with them and go to the library to study together".

——Although the fundamental reason for this decision is mostly due to the fact that all the people or things gathered here do not have the authority to open doors with relatively high security levels, or cells, or other facilities that can serve similar purposes, Corax is still confused about this: Shouldn't you at least find a cage?

But He did not speak, nor did He make any comments. He did hesitate for a moment, but in this moment, He also realized that it had been a long time since He had spoken normally, or expressed any opinions that might be known or adopted by others. Time in the warp is ambiguous, and Corax himself could not remember how long this "long time" was. It could be hundreds of years, or it could be thousands of years.

In this moment of hesitation, he also realized that he was not sure if he could still speak. If he still had this ability, would the people now understand what he said?

Both Low Gothic and High Gothic have changed with the passage of time in the real universe. The Primarch's thinking ability can explain to him the changes in pronunciation and the words corresponding to different pronunciations in an instant, but when these sounds fall into his ears, he still strongly feels that things and people have changed.

When his thoughts were once again slipping towards the direction of "the era full of hope is over", the voice of a doll pulled him back to reality: "You have been staying in the library whenever you have free time recently. Is reading so fun?"

"It's not fun. In order to take on the work as soon as possible, I have to study after I get on board." Although the topic mentioned the word "study" that all students hate, Kelly, who was holding the raven, was obviously very interested. "And at least recently, the books my sister arranged for me are very interesting, like reading a story. Although I have to write a book review, there is no limit on the number of words. I can write anything I think of."

"But she told you to 'be familiar with the Emperor and the Words of the Sacred' right? Are those books that interesting?"

"Generally speaking, this is indeed my recent learning goal, but in fact, most of the books on the list my sister gave me have nothing to do with religious classics. Her original words were to tell me to 'know a little about the life of the emperor and the role he played in the development of human civilization.'"

Raven found it very boring. He had no interest in the story collections based on the "Sacred Words" and the praises of the state religion. But Kaelia's next words instantly broke his stereotype:

"If everything goes well, I can finish reading Alexander the Great today." The little girl adjusted the position of the raven in her arm, half happy, half complaining, "The language around 2000 AD looks so weird even with the help of a translator. I don't know how my sister learned so many languages."

The raven looked up in disbelief.

Miu (no more)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 152: Don't turn back until you hit the wall (two in one)

"Inquisitor Sibylla Hastings, you have served the Empire in this position for one hundred and twenty years. During this period, you joined the Indomitus Crusade after being recruited by Lord Guilliman, and served him as a member of the Psionic Council as an advisor, for more than thirty years."

In the pitch-black darkroom, Lanmalok, who had found a spare helmet from the Lion's Mane's armory, was ruthlessly reading out the information projected onto the lens in front of his eyes by the power armor.

"From various perspectives, your contribution to Lord Guilliman's expedition is undeniable, and you are therefore quite trusted. Earlier today, you should have been invited to participate in a concentrated discussion of the Psionic Council. As far as I know, the discussion should have just ended five hours and twenty minutes ago. It is a pity that you put yourself in such a situation and made a wrong decision in such a short time after the meeting. "

This relatively "latecomer" Fire Wing Grand Master had not experienced the era of the Heavenly Army. Even if the Wing Army had not suffered too much damage in the Randan War, the position of "Grand Master" would not have fallen on him, a Calibanite. But he still learned from the ancestors who survived from the Flame Heavenly Army how to collect intelligence secretly and without leaving any trace, and also learned how to use various means to interrogate a prisoner.

But another Space Marine "fellow" who was also in the dark interrogation room on the Lion's Mane was obviously not very interested in the Dark Angels' art of interrogation.

"If I were to do it, I would choose to pry open his mouth directly." Yago Sevitarion, hiding in the shadows, said with a little dissatisfaction, "I can see that many of the previous steps are meaningless to this tough guy. Why don't we improve efficiency a bit and jump directly to the last step."

In such a dim scene, to the naked eyes of mortals without additional modifications, there is almost no difference between black and midnight blue, and the winged helmet and the bat-winged helmet look similar enough. Inquisitor Hastings, who had just woken up from a coma and felt sick from the black stone shackles on his body and had blurred vision due to bloodshot eyes, did not yet distinguish that the two Astartes in front of him did not belong to the same organization. But this did not stop him from cursing: "You heretics who deserve to be cursed, may the Emperor's flames burn your sinful souls forever!"

Lanmarok was a little angry about this, but for the sake of interrogation, he forced himself to act indifferent. When faced with the same sentence, Sevatar's reaction was to laugh out loud:

"Oh, that's really scary." The captain of the Night Lords imitated a very artificial "fear" tone and said sarcastically, "After all, ten thousand years ago, I was the first person to shout 'false emperors should be killed'. What if the old man remembers this and suddenly gets angry and sends a psychic power from the throne to kill me directly, what should I do?"

The scope of this sentence was quite provocative. Even Lanmarok, who should theoretically be on the same side with him at this moment, couldn't help but turn his head and said to him: "I think it would be better to put the Black Stone Shackles on you as well, and handcuff you to this Inquisitor."

Sevatar shook his head in disappointment: "I'm beginning to miss our Fujimaru 'Inquisitor'. If she were here, her counterattack would definitely be much more interesting than all the sense of humor in your body combined."

He wanted to get the topic back on track, but Inquisitor Hastings refused: "You damn heretic, stupid traitor! I knew this whole thing was a trick of the Chaos bastard, that damn brat ——”

--boom.

What stopped Judge Hastings from continuing to speak was an external force that caused the back of his head to hit the back of the high-backed chair that now restrained him. This external force came from Lanmaroc, who took a step forward and warned him at the same time: "You'd better watch your words."

This step forward also made Inquisitor Hastings notice the legion emblem on his shoulder armor while feeling the pain. When Lanmarok finished this action and slowly retreated, the Inquisitor tried hard to open his eyes again and muttered to himself: "'Fallen Angel'."

His gaze then turned to Sevatar, who was further away from him. The dim light and the trauma on his head and face obviously affected his vision, but he finally managed to distinguish the bat-wing symbol surrounded by a human skull on the opponent's chest armor.

"'Night Lords.'" He gnawed the word between his teeth, as if he wanted to chew it up and swallow it.

Lanmarok had no reaction to the word "Fallen Angel" - or rather, he was trying his best to control himself from reacting to it. However, after hearing the name of his own legion, Sevatar once again clapped his hands in a sarcastic manner:

"Congratulations, you got half of the answer right, or to be more precise, my half." He said, "And I have to say that my dark angel cousin is right: the Emperor is far away from here, but the Emperor's spokesperson is very close. I advise you to be careful with your words and actions."

Lan Malok turned around in surprise and said, "Considering that you just confessed to killing the false emperor without any guilt, I thought you would not have any good feelings towards her."

"You are wrong. From the perspective of the entire galaxy, I actually recognize the Emperor's motives. He wants to clean up the galaxy, unify all of humanity, and bring our entire race to eternal peace and tranquility - what a great ambition, any sane human being must admit this."

Sevatar said sarcastically, as if it had nothing to do with him: "As a descendant of Konrad Curze, a Nostramo, and a member of the Eighth Legion, I just have some 'small complaints' about the methods he used in the process of actually working towards this wish. At best, it can only be regarded as a 'personal grudge', and this kind of personal grudge is not enough for me to vent my anger on the innocent people involved."

I'm listening to your bullshit, Lanmarok thought.

The Fire Wing Grand Master really wanted to continue to "discuss" this matter with the other party, but unfortunately, the target of this interrogation was not Sevatar. When the latter was obviously absent-minded and only concerned with making jokes, the former had to shoulder the responsibility of getting the topic back on track.

He turned back to the direction of the prisoner restrained in the chair in the interrogation room. "Inquisitor Hastings, I admire your loyalty to the throne and your steadfastness in your duty, but in this case, you have crossed the line."

He read out the charges against the Inquisitor, who seemed somewhat confused under the influence of the Black Stone Shackles, which, in the eyes of the Dark Angel, were enough to bring him to this state:

"Since the Battle of Parmenio, you have been investigating everything related to the 'miracle' of the 'Emperor's Manifestation'. This is understandable, but as the investigation deepened, your actions began to infringe upon those parts that you should not have interfered with. You ordered a technical priest under your jurisdiction to board the Lion's Mane in the name of maintenance, and attacked the Cogitator array with electronic waste code to obtain the data stored in it; and the Night Lords discovered that you and your people tried to ambush outside the Tyros Cathedral, obviously planning a 'unfortunately, unprofessional' assassination of mortals. Do you have anything to defend yourself against this?"

Inquisitor Hastings did not respond to this with any meaningful words. He simply turned his head slightly and spat on the ground in front of the two Astartes present.

Lanmarok sighed lightly, and Sevatar spread his hands to him, gloating and laughing: "Look, what did I say?"

"Then, he is yours." The Grand Master of Firewing shrugged indifferently, took two steps back, and exchanged positions with the First Captain of the Night Lords: "Remember, we need to know his henchmen, his subordinates , and what he knew that he shouldn’t know, and where he passed it on. Don’t let him die before that.”

"Are you questioning the craftsmanship of the Night Lords?" Sevatar picked at the small table on the side, deliberately making the metal utensils on it collide with each other and clang unnecessarily. "Even if there is a damn black stone thing around his neck that gets in the way, I can make him admit that he is still peeing his pants at his age-"

A faint communication prompt from inside the power armor interrupted him. Sevata, who was in a bit of a mood, didn't want to pay attention to it, but Jeanne Alter not only refused to hang up, but also stubbornly pushed the communication to him repeatedly. They were deadlocked for more than a second, and Sevata, feeling impatient, decided to surrender, glanced at the source of the communication, and then immediately frowned.

He dropped the skinning knife he had just chosen back on the table with a clang, and then, in a deliberately unnecessary movement visible to everyone present, rather than a neural link, he answered the call and turned it on.

"My dear Miss, you know that if you contact me through the private tactical channel instead of the public channel, you can talk directly without waiting for me to pick up the call, right?"

Lanmaroc took the opportunity to make a move, and some mechanical devices automatically extended from the chair where Judge Hastings was detained, physically blocking the prisoner's senses and depriving him of the ability to make any sound.

"But I think that in less urgent situations, everyone should have a little privacy from each other, and a little freedom to choose whether to talk to each other immediately." Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice came out of Sevatar's power armor and echoed in the interrogation room. The slight echo made it seem a little hollow. "Did you capture an Inquisitor?"

Sevatar looked at Lanmalok helplessly, then sighed: "I really want to know where you heard this news in such a short time - shouldn't you be on Galatan Star Fortress now, dealing with some issues related to my Gene Father and my other crooked brothers?"

"That version of the news is outdated." In theory, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't tell Sevatar about her itinerary for today, and she made a sudden decision to run into the void on the spot. In fact, she didn't show any surprise that Sevatar knew about this, as if it was a matter of course. "I'm on the Macragge's Glory now, and I just finished some technical exchanges on card prophecy with the director of the Digris Think Tank... I'm done, I'm dead, I'm out of curfew."

The communicator transmitted some wailing and fake crying that was very consistent with the age of the person involved, but definitely not consistent with the position of the person involved. But this only lasted for a very short time. After venting his emotions for two seconds, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly stopped talking and repeated the question again: "Is Judge Hastings okay now?"

"I didn't say that—" Sevatar instinctively wanted to defend himself and brush the matter off, but then he realized that his response to the previous question was equivalent to acquiescing in the occurrence of this incident. He had no choice but to stop himself, sighed again, and tried some meaningless dying struggles: "Please define the standard of 'okay'."

"You haven't started the torture yet, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka sounded a little uneasy.

"In fact, it's over." Sevatar said in a relaxed tone, "If there hadn't been this communication, I would have been planning to pack up and go out, and paint him evenly on the lintel of his current residence as a warning."

"That means it hasn't happened yet." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with inexplicable certainty, her tone becoming relaxed again, "If you really had already started the torture, you wouldn't have described the situation to me in such detail."

Sevatar in the power armor made a clear "tsk" sound.

Lanmarok on the side quietly pointed to the location of their prisoner, and then drew a line on his throat with his thumb. He was obviously asking whether to kill him directly, but Sevatar just shook his head and pointed to the approximate location of the communication device on the power armor, meaning "Everything is up to Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Where are you now? I'll go find you." The girl on the communicator asked, "Also, be nice to Judge Hastings. I have something to discuss with him."

"...Miss, you know he obviously has a grudge against you, right?" Sevatar sighed, "The reason we caught him is because he and his men hid on the road you had to take to return to the church, and he was armed with Eldar shuriken pistols, psychic field swords, flamethrowers, and even hot melt bombs - you understand what this means, right?"

"Of course I know he has a problem with me, and now I also know that he wants to kill me. So what does it matter? He hasn't really killed me yet." The tone coming from the communicator was indifferent, As if he was just talking about small things like "I accidentally spilled the ink, but luckily it didn't splash on the hard-to-wash fabric", "Who hasn't thought about killing a lot of people these days, as long as he doesn't look like those Eldar Even if they can't listen to human words, they have the understanding ability that normal humans should have and can communicate with each other. I think this matter is nothing to worry about. "

Sevatar sighed loudly into the communication device on purpose, and Lanmarok, who had been holding his breath and concentrating on the side, finally couldn't help but speak:

"I object. This person is an obvious destabilizing factor. I suggest that he and the associated paths be eliminated immediately."

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, then asked in an inquiring manner: "Is the person a little further away Lan Malock?"

"It's really hard for you to hear it." In order for the sound effects to be better transmitted through the medium and radio waves, Sevatar reluctantly took two steps towards his dark angel cousin.

"I understand your concerns. From the perspective of military and confidentiality, there is certainly no problem with this approach. But we are now very close to a power center in the huge and bloated machine of the Empire. Many things cannot be considered only from these aspects. We must also consider political issues." Fujimaru Ritsuka advised in a soft voice, "Especially, this is the 500th world of Ultramar, under the rule of the Primarch Robert Guilliman, or even in front of him. Many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface."

Sevatar let out a little dissatisfied and frustrated sound, obviously not interested in the deeper reasons. But Lanmarok was different. He said clearly with a little displeasure after his decision was refuted: "I don't understand."

"There are some things you may not know. I met with this Inquisitor Hastings at the meeting of the Psychic Council today." Fujimaru Ritsuka explained calmly and patiently, "You may know this, but you probably don't care about the specific details of this matter: when I entered the venue, I was accompanied by Mr. Diglis.

"In this meeting, he was not only the think tank director of the Ultramarines, but also the then chairman of the Psionic Council. This is a very important identity in many ways. In theory, the fact that he entered the meeting with me should be a very powerful annotation or endorsement of my identity or importance. But Inquisitor Hastings, who obviously saw all this, still challenged me directly. Mr. Digris, who was supposed to lead the entire meeting, did not challenge him for going off topic, but hinted through psychic power that I could play freely. This seemingly contradictory thing happened at a negotiation table in Ultramar, which obviously means something."

Sevatar, who had lived in the intrigue and turmoil of the Midnight Lords for a long time, roughly understood the problem behind this, even though it was the first time he saw such a "civilized" method. But Lanmalok, who was born in Caliban, really couldn't keep up with this overly circuitous train of thought: "What?"

"Mr. Diglis's attitude on this matter can probably be regarded as the attitude of the Regent himself." Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to explain, "He came in with me, which means that he values ​​me very much; he acquiesced to other people's doubts about me and hinted that I should handle it myself, which means that he still has doubts about me. This doubt may be about my ability, or it may be related to something that he himself is unsure of and therefore has to remain skeptical about. Considering that Inquisitor Hastings was able to act so quickly under the supervision of the Regent himself, I now tend to believe that it is a combination of the two - the Regent should have acquiesced to the existence of this opposition and allowed them to act freely within certain limits."

"Is 'freedom of action' enough to attempt to murder the 'future of the empire'?" Sevatar sneered sarcastically, "To be honest, I don't care whether you really represent the 'future of the empire'. What I care about is that all possible opposition should be eradicated."

"I advise you to put your gang mentality under control. It's really unnecessary." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone sounded a little helpless.

"Then I wonder what you think about this, Miss?"

"He thinks I'm a heretic and wants to investigate me." Fujimaru Ritsuka said matter-of-factly, "Then I'll open the door myself and let him investigate thoroughly - give him the boarding authority of the Storm's Edge, and I'll ask him to be Kaelia's psychic mentor."

This sentence reveals a strong self-confidence that "the body is upright and is not afraid of the shadow."

Miu (trying to get away with it by being cute)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 153 What is Chaldea Succubus? (Second Time)

"Anyway, you see, I didn't go to play cards with Mr. DiGris for nothing."

In the interrogation room of the Lion's Mane, the lighting provided a little brighter. Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was gently waving a thick parchment file with the ultramarine and white Ultramarines emblem to everyone present, including the prisoners whose sentience had been liberated.

Inquisitor Hastings squinted his eyes, trying to focus his still blurry vision on the file. He had served in the Psionic Directorate of the Imperial Regent for thirty-two years, and had come into contact with some standard files within the Ultramarines. Therefore, he quickly recognized from the format of the title that it was obviously a type of "investigation report", and what exactly it investigated - the Inquisitor's currently injured eyes were indeed a bit inconvenient, but he was not blind enough to be unable to recognize his own photo.

A sense of foreboding came over him: "What is that? Where did you get it from?"

He actually already had the answer in his mind, but he still held on to a last glimmer of hope until Fujimaru Ritsuka's light reply completely shattered it: "It's the index of the records of your service under the Imperial Regent, plus some comments from your colleagues. I said I wanted to know what kind of person you are, and Mr. Diglis gave me this."

The actual process was of course not so easy to describe. She also had some verbal negotiations with the think tank director, but it was too troublesome to elaborate. So she simply collapsed all the above into a certain result: "Besides, during the job transfer process of the person concerned, it is natural to send an employee resume from the original position to the new position."

"What did you say?" cried Inquisitor Hastings.

"I asked for you from the Psychic Council, and the chairman has agreed to this matter." Fujimaru Ritsuka put the stack of papers back on his lap, with no intention of looking through them. "Of course, it depends on your intention. If you don't want to come, you can take this file back and return it to the archives of the Ultramarines as if nothing happened today."

"What kind of trick is this?"

"It's not a 'trick'." Fujimaru Ritsuka explained calmly, "From my perspective, there is a psychic girl on my ship who has just awakened her talent. She needs a teacher who can safely and correctly guide her ability. From the perspective of the Imperial Regent, his political wisdom tells him that he cannot trust anyone or anything 100%. He must make plans for anyone's betrayal or the failure of any plan. He would like to place someone who doesn't trust me so much around me as his spy, and I don't care. I even welcome this. You happen to be the right person for both of the above points."

Sevatar shifted himself uneasily to one side.

"Excuse me, young lady." He seemed a little reluctant when he spoke, but the next sentence he said was fluent as if he had practiced it hundreds of times in private. "In the process of political games, sometimes we do have to (he emphasized the word reluctantly) welcome spies from another camp to our side for some reasons. But we will also choose a more suitable candidate under certain conditions."

"Inquisitor Sybill Hastings, of the Order of the Holy Hammer, a Purist, a psychic, but also cautious about psychic powers themselves. For his own reasons and past experiences, he is a little overly cautious about all 'Emperor's miracles'." Fujimaru Ritsuka pretended to flip through the file on his lap, but in fact he just memorized the above brief information. "I am very sure that he perfectly meets the needs of both parties. Perhaps we can't find a more suitable candidate than him in a short period of time."

"Don't change the subject. You know that's not what I mean." Sevatar was helpless and chose to get straight to the point: "Generally speaking, we don't think that a guy who may cause personal safety problems to important people can be called a 'suitable candidate'."

"——It's Sibylla." Almost at the same time as this sentence, Judge Hastings couldn't help but speak out and correct a pronunciation error about his own name. The sentence obviously contained some more unfriendly words, but it was covered by Sevatar who suddenly raised his voice.

"That's okay. I'm very lucky." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged indifferently and turned to the other side. "Sorry, I pronounced it wrong. I didn't notice the sound change..."

"There's no such thing as a sound change. Your accent is from a country village—"