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

"This is Doctor Asclepius." Digris explained awkwardly, "One of the members of Chaldea. He provided technical support in the temporary infirmary during the battle between the Plague Warriors and Tyros. He has expressed unique insights into the medical treatment of many warp diseases. Under Sister Cecilia's -"

"——that person." Asclepius himself didn't care and interrupted the think tank director's introduction politely. "I don't remember and I don't know him. That was the matter of the previous 'me' and has nothing to do with this 'me'. I only care about where the patient is now."

Before the story even got to the part about Typhons, Digris was a little annoyed because he was completely blocked. But firstly, the very mobile Asclepius had already begun trying to get past Guilliman's blockade and look for Corax in the room; secondly, his gene father had apparently remembered that he had seen such a name in the post-war summary report, so this part was turned over.

Before bringing people here, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was resting on the Storm Boundary, had sent a long text message to explain Asclepius's "slightly eccentric" personality. Therefore, this "diplomatic incident" did not seem to be without warning to Digris, but out of some vague anger stemming from "the father of genes not being properly respected", he still wanted to try again:

"I am fully aware that it is normal for those with talent to be arrogant," he said, "but you are in front of the Emperor's son, the Lord of Ultramar, a demigod walking among the mortals—"

"——Then I am still a god." Asclepius said nonchalantly, "Besides, the thing I hate most in my life is gods. If Fujimaru hadn't been crying and begging me, and his emotions were so excited that they might affect the treatment, do you think I would want to come?"

As he spoke, he had passed Guilliman and saw Corax, who was looking out from the inner part of the room. No one could react to how he did it, but he swung the long staff in his hand seemingly meaninglessly, and the Lord of the Ravens fell down without any warning.

Even Digris would find this scene too horrifying, so it was no surprise that Guilliman suddenly let out a deafening roar: "What have you done?!"

"It's just a simple hypnotic suggestion that anyone with a bit of magical skills can perform. He just fell asleep." Asclepius answered calmly, and his attention was obviously not on the furious Guilliman on the other side. "I heard Merlin say this, but the situation is worse than I expected. In theory, even an ordinary person with a strong will can be unaffected by this magic. For a demigod like the Primarch to fall for it so easily only shows that his spirit has been broken to an unimaginable degree."

These words extinguished Guilliman's anger, and instead gave rise to more heartache, guilt, and worry. But he did not have time to analyze or savor these emotions, because Asclepius turned to him:

"Tell me more." The doctor's eyes were fixed on Guilliman's neck. "That wound has only opened once within a few hours, right? It seems to contain some stubborn toxins produced by other gods, which is why your healing ability is ineffective there. I am also very interested in this."

Obviously nothing had happened and there were no enemies around, but for some unknown reason, Guilliman instinctively felt a chill on his back.

Miwu (forgot the timer version)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 166: The Regent is murdered by the God of Medicine

Guilliman woke with a start.

The first thing that came back to his consciousness was the dull pain in his neck. Ever since he woke up, the pain from the wound Fulgrim had left on him had always been with him, inseparable - even when he was wearing the Armor of Destiny, and after taking it off, it should have only been worse. Over such a long time, he had gradually become accustomed to enduring this, but he didn't know if it was his illusion, after he regained consciousness, the pain seemed to have inexplicably eased.

He opened his eyes and saw the slightly messy furnishings in his room. He found himself sitting in the high-back chair in front of the desk, and the smell of blood filled his nose and mouth. He twisted his neck slightly and felt the bandage on the old wound, and immediately saw Digris standing beside him, obviously in shock.

“What happened?” Guilliman demanded, and then realized that his own voice sounded very tired.

"..." Digris opened his mouth reflexively and wanted to answer, but his throat seemed to be stuck, and it took a second before he could really make a sound, "...Sir, this is hard to explain."

"To put it simply, I borrowed some of the Emperor's psychic energy to knock you down with one punch, and performed some minor surgery on you while you were unconscious." Asclepius's emotionless voice came from the direction of the bed. "By the way, your court wizard is pretty good. When I was about to cut your neck open, he almost killed me."

"If I hadn't been sure that the Emperor had given me a sign at that moment..." Digris was still a little incoherent, "Anyway, please don't do this again."

Asclepius seemed not to hear it, and just stayed beside Corax, who had been moved to the bed at some point, doing something that Guilliman could not understand. He did not respond to this directly, but urged Digris instead: "If you have calmed down, start to perform your duties as soon as possible."

"What on earth is going on?" Guilliman asked in his somewhat normal voice. In fact, Asclepius' explanation was very clear, but he could not yet properly match those two short sentences with his own experience. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Seven minutes and fifteen seconds," Diglis answered quickly. "During this time, Dr. Asclepius quickly extracted the poison from your wound through...some means."

The Librarian gestured to the table next to Guilliman, who turned around and looked. A small glass bottle was placed somewhat abruptly on his messy desk. In it, there was a pink-purple droplet that was inexplicably enchanting and suspended in mid-air, completely contrary to the laws of physics.

"That's not all the toxins." Asclepius' voice came again. "The wound has been left untreated for too long. The toxins have become entangled with your body tissues. It is definitely a huge project to completely separate them. But fortunately, your body and immune system... never mind, let's call it that, have developed resistance to the toxins. As long as I separate the toxins that are 'too much to float on the surface' from the wound, with your own functions, even if you do nothing, you will be able to eliminate the remaining residues in half a month."

Guilliman unconsciously touched his neck and felt the roughness of the gauze. The pain in the wound was indeed relieved, but when he saw the vial of "toxin", he still found it hard to understand: was this the only thing that had been tormenting him for so long?

This thought flashed through his mind for only a moment. In the same moment, he also realized that Digris had begun to "perform his duties" by collecting some blood-stained cotton balls and gauze and other medical waste nearby; that the environment around him might have been messed up by some force, but it was tidied up again; that the trash can where he had casually thrown a handkerchief not long ago was empty for some reason, and there were some traces of fire on the inner wall; and that the feathers behind Corax, who was currently lying prone on his bed, were shaking slightly, and it was obvious that he was not "sleeping" well.

Still at the same moment, he once again sorted out all the information he had obtained during this period of time, and basically restored the general outline of his previous experience. He couldn't say that he had no doubts about this, but after weighing the "some time" in terms of the Primarch, he decided to let it go.

"How is my brother doing?" Guilliman asked in the next moment that everyone else saw.

"It's boring," said Asclepius, who completely ignored the "emotions of the patient's family members." "The situation seems complicated and tedious, but it is actually not challenging. It can be handled step by step. It also lacks universal clinical significance and reference value. This is a completely lengthy mechanical job that may last for two or three days."

Guilliman was a little angry, but considering the current situation, he managed to suppress his anger: "You know that's not what I meant."

"If you are worried about the patient's condition, then there is no need to worry." Asclepius said calmly, "He is my patient now, and I will do my best. I am not unprofessional enough to let my emotional inclinations affect the stability of spiritual surgery. But then again, I can only treat the part that I can interfere with as a 'doctor', and I can't help with the rest."

Guilliman nervously gripped the armrest of the high-backed chair, trying not to sound too anxious. "What's going on?"

"According to the symptoms, he tore his soul into more than 13,000 pieces. The only good thing about this whole thing is that most of these pieces were caused by 'himself'. Although the process of reassembling them is cumbersome, it does not involve too much causality and interference from mystical science, and is relatively easier to recover."

Asclepius' tone was somewhat unhappy:

"But, voluntarily dividing one's soul is like cutting off one's own limbs with a knife. The pain and sequelae are even ten thousand times more serious than the above behaviors. I don't understand how someone can do this as if it were eating or drinking water, and I don't understand how he can survive and even maintain a certain degree of sanity after causing so much pain to himself. I am too lazy to care about these. This is his own problem, you can deal with it yourself."

Guilliman was silent for a moment. No one knew how much he was thinking at that moment, but in the next second, he still asked tentatively: "Is there no psychiatric method--"

"I'm not a psychiatrist," Asclepius replied quickly. "With the advancement of the times and medical technology, I do have some knowledge about the relevant issues, but I don't think I have the clinical qualifications - after all, my own mental state is obviously not that normal."

Guilliman and Digris showed the same complex expression almost at the same time, which can be roughly summarized as "I didn't expect that you are aware of this yourself."

No one actually said this, but this brief pause obviously caught Asclepius's attention. While he was working on his hands, he quickly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the other two people in the room, then sneered twice as if he understood everything:

"You guessed it right. I don't really have any awareness of this. It's just that Fujimaru Ritsuka sometimes tells me: 'Normal people wouldn't do this' - but I don't care."

Normal people would not knock out a patient without saying a word and then treat him. However, in just a few minutes, in this room, Asclepius repeated this "normal person would not do this" operation twice.

“I hate gods,” Asclepius complained immediately after that sentence. “I also hate patients who are disobedient and lack self-respect. The patient I am currently seeing has both.”

This made Guilliman stand up somewhat uncomfortably.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 167: Another title of "At the End of One's Skills"

"We are not 'gods'." This rebuttal came out of Guilliman's mouth naturally without thinking. Then, he realized that this was not right, and added, "I mean-"

"I told you, I'm not so unprofessional that I won't affect the treatment effect just because I hate something." Asclepius said calmly, "Also, you can't make an olive turn into a grape by insisting that it is a grape. No matter in which world, 'God' is an ambiguous concept and it is difficult to define it with a simple and accurate description. But if compared with 'human', the huge difference between the two, which even a blind man can recognize, should not be ignored."

"I do not think there is anything different about me that could be called a 'god'." Guilliman said stiffly, "As a Primarch, I may indeed be much superior to ordinary people, but..."

He felt that he shouldn't continue to dwell on this topic, as this was not what he originally wanted to say. But for some reason, Asclepius laughed twice in a muffled voice: "You want to deny your own identity, which is very interesting. I am beginning to think that this trip is worthwhile."

"what?"

"I heard that the Primarch's memory is comparable to hyperthymesia, so you should not have forgotten what I said about ten minutes ago: I am also a god."

This made Guilliman stunned for a moment: "But you said you hate God."

"Is there no human being in the world who hates other humans?" Asclepius asked as a matter of course. "It's not uncommon to hate one's own race. Besides, I wasn't a god from the beginning. It was probably the reverence and faith of later generations that pushed me to that position after my death. But it doesn't matter. 'What I am' is just a trivial matter. The important thing is that the power of hatred is also power. As long as it can be used when I need it, there is no need for me to abandon it so completely."

Guilliman had never thought in this way. Such extreme pragmatism was not difficult for him to understand, and it did open up a new way of thinking for him to examine himself. But this was not the topic he wanted to talk about at the beginning.

“Corax…” The statesman’s eloquent passion suddenly seemed to have turned away from him, and Guilliman felt his mouth dry for no apparent reason. “…Will he be alright?”

"If you ask me to comment on this spiritual surgery, I have made it clear: it is boring. I am even chatting with you to prevent myself from falling asleep during this simple but tedious mechanical work." Asclepius, as always, did not care about the feelings of the patient's family, but he also retained a certain degree of professionalism while complaining. "But you have to know that I can put him back together from his current state, but I can't prevent him from tearing himself apart again. You'd better worry about this part in advance."

He paused, and there was a surprising hint of desolation in his tone: "Even if I have the medical skills to bring the dead back to life, I can't perfectly solve all the problems of the patients. If I can do it..."

Asclepius' voice trailed off.

He seemed to be talking about Corax, but also seemed to be talking about other people through the patient he was treating. This subtle sense of dislocation made Guilliman unsure how to continue the topic for a moment.

-

"You must pay attention to this, my accomplice." The Count of Monte Cristo, who deliberately chose a time when Fujimaru Ritsuka was alone and emerged from the shadows, did not serve coffee but handed over a glass of milk considering the current time, said, "The issue of 'Kong' must be taken into consideration now."

"…So, this is starting to become a question that can be discussed even when I'm awake?" Fujimaru Ritsuka vaguely realized the seriousness of the problem and held the warm mug in his hand. Instead of making a direct statement, he asked, "By the way, which 'Count' are you?"

"You remembered it. It seems that the memory manipulation technique is not that reliable." The Count of Monte Cristo also did not directly answer this question, "It's actually not important. The Heroic Spirit is just a shadow of the record of events. In this world, it is even a mirage that has never existed in history. It is possible for me to appear at any time and disappear at any time."

"To the living, what you said is a bit cruel." Fujimaru Ritsuka thought of Asclepius, who nearly committed suicide under her contract and was summoned again in the blink of an eye. "This makes you sound like some kind of consumables. I really don't want to use the 'fate' we once formed in this form."

“But you will do it when the situation requires it,” said the Count of Monte Cristo with assurance, “as you did at Ort.”

With a gloomy expression, Fujimaru Ritsuka said nothing—neither confirmed nor denied, just remained silent.

But this silence is also a very clear answer to the Count of Monte Cristo.

"That's good of you." His tone was somewhat emotional. "You were willing to do a 'necessary evil' when the situation was forced upon you. But in your heart, the focus of 'necessary evil' was never 'necessity', but 'evil'. It is because of this that many heroes in human history followed you without complaint."

"If possible, I would also like to complete the entire journey with clean hands." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled bitterly, "But the further I go, the more I realize that this is impossible. Under this premise, if I still throw all the difficult decisions to others, wouldn't it be too irresponsible?"

"It's a heavy responsibility, the last Master of mankind." The Count of Monte Cristo sighed, "But can we remove the word 'last' now?"

"Although Kaelia has obtained the qualifications of a Master... No, it's useless for me to worry about this matter alone. She will inherit the spiritual portrait of Chaldea in the future, but whether she can use this power freely depends on her own personality and ability."

"If you tell everyone there, 'This girl is my successor,' perhaps most of the Heroic Spirits will agree to continue to assist her."

"Maybe this is just my subjective opinion, but that would be putting the cart before the horse. If an outsider forcibly interferes in the matter of 'bond', it might have the opposite effect." Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly sipped the milk in the cup, "But that's not what you wanted to say, right?"

"Are you finally willing to get back to the original topic?" The Count of Monte Cristo smiled. "You spent most of the previous war hiding in the rear, which is good, but you still ran to the front line in the final stage, causing Kong to receive too much garbage data generated by the dissipation of the Lifeless. Our working environment has not been very good recently. Even the little girl in Salem wants to come out for some fresh air."

"...Is that so? The deaths of those things will also accumulate malicious information." Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the cup in his hand, almost talking to himself.

"Not only that, you even rewrote the human logic of an entire planet not long ago. You should at least have an idea of ​​the magnitude of the discarded data. This is not the first time you have rewritten the fate of an entire planet since coming to this world."

"Does Nostramo count as one?" This shocked Fujimaru Ritsuka. "That's clearly an illusion, right?"

"Don't forget why you entered this illusion. Even if it is a simulation, an event that 'has happened in a certain possibility' will become energy." The Count of Monte Cristo shook his head.

"Let me be frank. You'd better not rush to the front line again. Although the 'abandoned hole' has a little more protection than before, we are not sure what will happen if we continue like this and let the things inside 'hatch' out."

Meow (peaceful)

Some people thought that the Inquisitor being left on the Storm's Edge was too "secondary". I didn't understand what the secondary was trying to say, but I think it's OK for this book to be secondary - as long as you look at the name of the protagonist and realize that this is a second-dimensional mobile game x Warhammer 40K Xover fan work, you should be able to realize that the second dimension is an integral part of the premise of this book! (I mean I won't change it)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 168 Women's Dorm Chat (I)

Just as it was puzzling when he appeared without warning, it was also puzzling when the Count of Monte Cristo disappeared without saying a word after throwing down what he wanted to say.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was already used to this kind of inexplicable situation. After she received no response to her next sentence and turned around to find that the other person who should have been in the room and could talk to her had suddenly disappeared, she just calmly drank the milk, rinsed the cup in the bathroom in the room, brushed her teeth again, and lay back on the bed without a care.

The Count always appeared at an unexpected time, gave a few vague advices, and then disappeared again before anyone could react. This time he was willing to speak so clearly, which probably meant that the situation was really so grim that there was no room for riddles.

However, those things in the illusion eventually accumulated malicious information...

Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was lying on the bed, felt a little sad for some reason. Before starting this necessary step with the Emperor, she had already prepared herself mentally. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she also understood that the final destination of all the stories in the illusion could only be annihilation. The fate that was changed in the virtual world conflicted with the reality that had already been determined. This process would generate the energy she needed for the next few stages of her entire grand plan. It was the ether that was naturalized from these "non-existent stories" that constituted the physical body of Conrad Curze and the Emperor's Dream. She thought that from then on, all the records in the illusion simulation had completely disappeared, but...

Even if only malicious information remains, perhaps it can prove that the story once existed...

Fujimaru Ritsuka shouldn't have been happy about this, but she couldn't say with certainty that the complex emotions that surged up from her heart the moment she learned the news did not include "happiness".

But she didn't have time to feel sad for long. At this time when she should theoretically go to bed, there was another knock on her door.

The alarm on the Stormboundary did not sound, which meant that this was not a major event that required an emergency assembly, but Ritsuka Fujimaru still rolled out of bed and ran to open the door in his pajamas.

"Waaaaaaa——" She didn't expect that she would be greeted by Jeanne Alter's loud scream as soon as she opened the door. The Dragon Witch quickly pushed Fujimaru Ritsuka back to the depths of her room in a very undignified panic. After confirming that the visitors following behind her had successfully entered the room, she quickly pressed the switch, "You should be more cautious! Why are you opening the door in your pajamas? Don't wander around the boat like this!"

"I'm just in my room..." Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't react for a moment, pulling the hem of his pure cotton long-sleeved shirt to show off, "Besides, there's nothing wrong with this outfit except that the print is a little cute, right? We're all so familiar with each other, even if we have to make fun of this Orion..."

"It's different, pajamas are pajamas!" Jeanne Alter insisted. She obviously wanted to continue preaching, but when she came, she was already holding a pillow. Abigail, who had obviously planned this, had happily thrown herself on Fujimaru Ritsuka's bed.

"I want to sleep together tonight!" The girl, who was wearing a white dress, but which was obviously also "pajamas" in terms of function, announced happily, "I have to go back home tomorrow, so I want to chat until I fall asleep tonight!"

"That's fine, but my bed is a single bed, so be careful not to fall to the ground while sleeping." In the past, Fujimaru Ritsuka often turned off the lights and chatted with some female servants before going to bed, so she was already used to it and didn't react to Abigail's sudden intrusion. But then, her eyes turned to Kaelia, who was standing alone, also hugging a pillow, and looked a little at a loss, and raised her eyebrows:

"Alter dear, isn't it true that everyone except you is wearing pajamas?" The Master of Chaldea turned around and pretended to be angry, "Why am I the only one who can't go out and walk around? This is discriminatory treatment!"

Jeanne Alter's face wrinkled into a ball, as if she wanted to refute but couldn't find the words. Fujimaru Ritsuka took this opportunity to sigh and turned to Kaelia again: "First of all, this bed is a single bed. Even if Abi is still a child, it's crowded for three people to sleep on it. Do you think you can rest well like this - the study schedule arranged by Inquisitor Hastings for you is quite full, right?"

When she heard the last sentence, Kylia immediately looked depressed. Meanwhile, Jeanne Alter chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I know this is not nice, I was definitely infected by that bastard Sevatar, but the way they tortured each other was just too—"

"——You have to laugh out loud."

Ritsuka Fujimaru pinched her waist and pointed at the door. Jeanne Alter disappeared from the spot without hesitation. Two seconds later, loud laughter that could not be blocked by the soundproofing equipment came from the corridor outside the door.

Kaelia did look like she was about to cry.

"I don't like that uncle either." As Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed and pushed Kellya to the side of his bed, Abigail, who had naturally occupied a part of the space on it, complained angrily, "I just ate a pancake, and he said 'this is a luxury' and then preached a lot."

"He's an adult, and adults love to lecture children. Just let him go." Fujimaru Ritsuka said this nonsense without hesitation. "You can see that Kaelia is not in a good mood either. She must have been scolded, right?"

She pushed the latter to sit on the edge of her bed, and Kelly hugged the pillow tightly in her arms, almost whispering: "Can I really...can I really do it like my sister?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around and sat next to her: "To be more specific, what do you think you should do?"

"I, I don't know either, but the Emperor chose my sister, and then chose me..." This girl, whose bone age test showed that she was only sixteen years old and had spent most of her life on the peaceful and stable Parmenio in Ultramar's 500 worlds, and had basically zero life experience, was obviously very nervous. "I don't know what I should do specifically, but at least, I don't know - I -"

"——Okay, okay, I understand, I understand, don't cry... Forget it, cry if you want to!" Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly pulled out several tissues from the bedside and began to wipe Kelly's tears, "What on earth did Judge Hastings tell you? Don't worry about things other than knowledge and skills. When people are born, they can only cry. Everyone grows up from knowing nothing! It's not like you're going to start work tomorrow——"