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

In fact, if he insisted on completing the mission, his survival rate would obviously not be very good either, but that would at least successfully eliminate a variable for the future. He thought he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his life would disappear in such an unclear way, and before that, he would neither be able to transmit information and intelligence back to the Ark World where he was born, nor be able to successfully complete the mission assigned by the prophet.

Driven by this fear, he raised his ranger rifle and aimed accurately at the crowd in the distance.

Before arriving at this place of death, everyone in the team shared a vague vision from the prophet: a young human girl with orange hair and short stature. This was the source of danger they had to eliminate - he didn't know why a seemingly ordinary little human girl would become the "source of danger", but he believed in the prophet's judgment, and that was enough. For the sake of the galaxy, he had to do this.

The girl stood defenselessly at the edge of the crowd, stopped where she was, and only focused on talking to her friend. He knew that the girl didn't notice him at all, who was a kilometer away.

This task should be easy, he thought, and then forced himself to calm down again.

The weather was fine, visibility was good, there was no haze or suspended dust in the air that could deflect light, and a slight breeze could not interfere with the trajectory of energy weapons. Ida Ranger inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled gently - he realized that this position was not a foolproof sniping point: too close, too obvious, and easy to expose the position. But he believed that his skills, which had been honed to perfection, could make up for these minor shortcomings.

If you can defeat your enemy with one strike, of course you don't have to worry about what to do if he chooses to fight back.

Aida Ranger commanded himself to be calm and focused for the last time, and then focused his consciousness completely on aiming.

A second later, he pulled the trigger.

-

+He's going to take action. +

+Understood. +——

Ritsuka Fujimaru pushed Alita away from him.

She had fought against the Eldar in the illusion, and she knew how fast they were. If she relied on her own ability, she could only barely catch up with their fast-moving trajectory with her eyes - that was the eyesight she had trained under the guidance of many Servants of Chaldea.

Sevatar ran away with the girl. At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka realized that he could not defeat this opponent with his own strength.

Even if there is only one, the Eldar are just as dangerous.

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Ortnaus Linky Exoskeleton · Start-up --

Humanistic foundation and continuation——

Spiritual portrait selection

Established concept·Upload——

Hypothesis Proof·Complete-

——You can’t catch up this way!

The turquoise light flowed through the joints of the exoskeleton like breathing, and the premonition honed by the long wandering between life and death screamed in her mind. Fujimaru Ritsuka decisively chose to follow her screaming premonition and slightly changed the technique that was about to take shape: -

Ether Configuration Projection

Concept Extract: A Small World Surrounding the Sky (Akhilleus Kosmos)

The round shield emerged from the void, and at that moment, the grip and straps naturally and tightly fit her hands and arms. She instinctively raised her hand to the right, and in the next moment she felt a slight vibration.

The touch was not what she had expected, but that was okay. Fujimaru Ritsuka was confident.

Achilles' shield is a tiny reproduction of a world created by Hephaestus, the god of fire, with exquisite craftsmanship. As a protective gear that holds the concept of "world", its defensive power is undoubtedly top-notch. Even if it is not deployed in the sense of magic, its physical defensive power as a treasure can rival that of a world. And what it is defending now is likely to be unable to penetrate it.

No matter how strong the penetrating power of a single molecule crystal or a fine wire is, it is ultimately a mass-produced individual weapon used by the military. Such an individual weapon certainly cannot destroy the entire world.

However, although there was no problem with the defense, the feeling transmitted back from the shield told Fujimaru Ritsuka that she was not hit by those two weapons.

There were some terrified screams from the crowd, and Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately put down the shield that blocked her vision, looked around and searched for the enemy's position. This action allowed her to first discover the source of the crowd's screams: it was not that an alien that should not appear in the city appeared here in broad daylight, but that a heavy sculpture on the third floor of the building in front of her had most of its load-bearing structure suddenly cut off by some force, and was crumbling in a dangerous posture with a dangerous sound of stone breaking.

It can't hit anyone. Fujimaru Ritsuka judged so. The crowd had begun to push and shove slightly to avoid it, but because the situation seemed to be under control, no one panicked too much. Therefore, she didn't need to think about rescue, and was able to focus on the broken part that seemed to have melted, and then found a poison needle and a slight burn mark on the shield in her hand.

Energy weapons, equipped with poison needles. She thought calmly amid the noisy voices. The poison needles remained on the shield, and the energy was bounced in other directions due to the reflectivity of the smooth shield surface. This is what happened. And the Eldar weapons that fit this description -

Fujimaru Ritsuka cast her eyes into the distance. The tiny impact of the poison needle on the shield perfectly marked the direction of the trajectory for her.

Through her magic-enhanced eyes, she saw the figure of the Eldar ranger.

-

--This is impossible!

The Eldar Ranger looked in shock at the unharmed girl in the distance, and the shield that appeared out of nowhere in her hand.

How on earth did she anticipate that? How did she know when I was going to shoot? Where did her shield come from? She—

——She found this place!

This wasn't a foolproof sniper spot, but being discovered so quickly by the enemy was beyond his expectations. He knew that he should move to the next sniper spot, but if he did that, his target would blend into the crowd and disappear into the sea. He was the only ranger left, and there was no prophet to point out the possible location of the target - besides, what if he was discovered? The human girl obviously didn't have a long-range shooting weapon!

If he could still think calmly, he would definitely realize that his target had a shield in his hand; if he could still think calmly, he would definitely adopt a more cautious and safe sniping plan, but he couldn't. He didn't know when the invisible killing monster would catch up with him, and he arrogantly thought that this mission should be simple -

He therefore made the wrong decision: he would pull the trigger again right where he was.

-

Ether Configuration·Confirmation——

Subspace Entity·Generation--

Embedding the spirit base and starting

Registration No. 60 Orion-

Moon goddess, please lend me your strength.

-

She—what did she pull out? Was it… a bow and arrow? What on earth was she going to do with a weapon that was so inefficient that it should only be displayed in a museum?

The Eldar Ranger was puzzled.

This was his last thought before he was destroyed in a mid-air explosion comparable to that of a ballistic missile.

I wrote some random thoughts about the setting in the work related section. It doesn't matter if you don't read it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 18 The Governor is also a Worker

"...I sincerely apologize for my previous negligence, Mr. Fujimaru." Planetary Governor Jasmine Deville lowered her eyes and smiled as respectfully as possible. "I am sorry to have wasted your precious time on some unnecessary details."

Fujimaru Ritsuka had long anticipated such a situation. After all, the Sky Eagle Scepter bestowed by the emperor himself has this kind of symbolic meaning in the current empire.

After she realized that the staff was not only a long-distance channel stabilizer that could connect to the Emperor's psychic energy, but also included personal identification, data coding authentication, access probes for Imperial Cogitators, and the highest overwrite authority for logic circuits, which was actually a "symbol of almost unlimited power in the Empire", she seriously considered locking it in a cabinet and never taking it out. Until Somni bluntly reminded her: If she wanted to travel around the Empire and do something during this time, this would be impossible.

But in fact, the scepter given by the Emperor himself is indeed still locked in the stasis field on the Storm's Edge. The one that Fujimaru Ritsuka is holding in her hand now is a temporary replica she compiled using ether through conceptual projection - it is something that was originally made with psychic energy, so it is normal that it can be analyzed into spiritual-based data.

In the personal identification code of this scepter, Fujimaru Ritsuka is defined as "the Emperor's personally selected envoy to the throne", and is endorsed by the electronic seals of the throne room, the torch room, and the High Lords' Council. In theory, she has the power to mobilize all the imperial armed forces, including the Imperial Guard, to pave the way for her own goals - of course, only in theory. Ritsuka knows her own level. Subjectively, she has no intention of doing so. Objectively, when she really faces the commander of the imperial army, she probably can't mobilize anything that is really important.

Of course, the phrase "Emperor's Choice" seems absurd in the modern Imperium. Even the uneducated savages on the most remote planets know that the Master of Mankind has sat on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years and has never spoken a word. Since the Emperor cannot speak, how can he be chosen?

This caused some minor troubles and confusion when she contacted the local law enforcement team and the government. The local legal commissioner even wanted to arrest her and put her in jail. The stalemate was finally broken by the astropath from the imperial tax ship: he passed by by chance, and as a blind man, he naturally used his psychic tentacles to detect the surroundings. He accidentally glanced in the direction of Ritsuka, then screamed miserably and fainted.

Ten seconds later, he woke up trembling, claiming that he saw a corner of the Emperor: there was an extremely dazzling golden light flickering in Fujimaru Ritsuka's soul, a light he was extremely familiar with and would never forget - that was the light that left him with a mark to resist the erosion of Chaos when he officially became an Astropath, protecting his soul but also burning his flesh, the light of the Lord of Mankind.

The riot ended anticlimactically, lasting about an hour and twenty minutes. Perhaps some people still had varying degrees of doubt and vigilance about Fujimaru Ritsuka's identity, or perhaps because of what the astropath saw, they had other positive or negative... more fanatical ideas about her, but after the planetary governor stepped forward to apologize and smooth things over, these people at least knew that it was best for them to keep their opinions to themselves for the time being, so as not to disrupt the current peaceful atmosphere.

Governor Deville lowered his posture to a very low level, even to the point where he didn't seem like the ruler of a planet. Fujimaru Ritsuka thought she would feel somewhat embarrassed or uncomfortable because of this, but when she actually saw the governor do this, the first thing she felt was a slight sadness and grief.

Jasmine Deville must have been so adept at this servile gesture because she had done it so many times before.

Judging from her appearance alone, Governor Deville was a serious, dignified, middle-aged woman with gray hair when she had no expression on her face. The records in the Empire's archives showed that she was just over 200 years old. By the standards of the Empire, she was still in her prime, but her face already showed a kind of haggardness that could not be shaken off due to long-term accumulation and accumulation. Her brown eyes originally showed a deep pool of calmness, reflecting everything in front of her like a mirror, but when she decided to smile flatteringly, all of the above was dissolved into a ridiculous and despicable look.

The one who remained there was a poor man who, in Fujimaru Ritsuka's opinion, was flattering in a stiff and artificial way, and who actually didn't want to do so but had to do so.

Undoubtedly, her movements, words, and demeanor were all very skilled, but due to the subtle deviations that were difficult to explain, she gave people a sense of unwillingness and disharmony in the ethereal feeling. If flattery is also considered a skill, then Governor Deville's level is undoubtedly that of a master who has been tempered a thousand times, but if it is higher... he lacks some talent.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did get a glimpse of something from this, but she didn't think she was qualified to judge it. She just tried to keep a calm attitude and simply responded to the other party:

"It's okay. This is necessary vigilance, especially on the border of the empire." She really didn't want to waste time on meaningless verbal confrontations or red tape, so she started to lie with her eyes open. "But as you said, the situation now is of the utmost importance: there is definite evidence that Eldar troops have infiltrated this world and are approaching the First City. I believe that the departments that went to inspect the battle damage will soon confirm this, Madam Governor."

"what do you mean……"

"Although it looks like there are some celebrations going on in your place, I regret to have to spoil your fun."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared directly at Governor Deville, his light amber eyes never blinking. "The whole city is under martial law. All celebrations are stopped. Everyone should stay in buildings as much as possible and don't walk around. I need to prevent the aliens from taking advantage of the crowds, and you should also use this to protect your own people. Then, while hunting down the aliens, I also need to know what attracted them to this planet."

+It's you, the master of lies. +Koz answered happily in the telepathic communication.

Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored him and just stared at the Governor in front of him: "More specifically, I need you to order a halt to the recent parades in the city now, and then we need to talk alone, Ms. Deville."

To her surprise, the planetary governor showed no dissatisfaction or hesitation when faced with these sentences. He even showed a hint of relief when hearing more specific orders:

"Okay, Master Fujimaru, everything will be done according to your wishes."

-

Sevastatingly brought Alita back to the cargo station in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

After all, he was once the captain of the Night Lords. Even if he had nothing now, it would be easy for him to use some of his past skills to leave the crowd without attracting any attention and march back to a certain location with a little girl.

He managed to sneak into the building without alerting anyone, and sent the groggy Alita back to her current dormitory, watching her stagger back to her room. Then, he returned to the hangar, wanting to at least put the weapons he had cobbled together from what he could get at hand in a more accessible place -

——He smelled blood in the darkness, which froze Sevatar in place.

What made him so nervous was not simply the blood, nor the things behind it that Sevatar had long been accustomed to. He was already accustomed to the smell of blood, so he could even tell that the blood was not human, and he could also smell the echo of the Eldar's fearful howling in the blood. What made him unable to move his feet was something more direct but more obscure, more sharp and more difficult to describe... something that was almost instinctive.

This, he realized, was because Conrad Curze had emerged from the darkness. His Gene-Father wanted his attention, and he couldn't refuse.

"I didn't expect that you really cherish that little girl." Curze's tone was very pleasant. But after being surprised, Sevatar realized from his understanding of him that the pleasantness was forced, and underneath it was a kind of almost naive cruelty and self-destructive despair.

This made him feel as if a piece of ice had fallen into his stomach, yet at the same time he felt a strange sense of relief: when Curze behaved "abnormally" like this, it usually meant that something bad was going to happen next; but when Curze behaved "abnormally", it was more "normal" for Sevatar.

He couldn't help but sneer at himself in his heart. This might mean that they had never encountered a situation that was not bad.

"I just did what I should do." Sevatar carefully chose the words he used. "Alita is a good person. She deserves a longer life."

He was ready to debate with Coates on this issue. In an instant, he had conceived some of the possible points that the other party might make and thought about how he would respond accordingly, but Coates seemed uninterested.

"She has no 'longer life'." The giant in the dark said this in Nostraman, hissing like a venomous snake's curse.

Sevatar instinctively became angry at this, but in an instant, his reason told him that Conrad Curze would never make such a thing out of thin air.

Sevatar suppressed his anger and told himself to stay calm. He raised his head and asked his gene father: "Why do you say that?"

Koz was silent for a while, as if he was weighing something. After weighing it, he decided to speak:

"...Fujimaru Ritsuka." He said, "She put forward some different opinions on the matter of 'prophecy', and I am trying to verify them. Although I still think she takes many things for granted..."

He glided silently towards Sevatar like a ghost, and looked at his former captain with his pure black eyes in the almost lightless hangar.

"But I have to admit, she might be right in some ways," he whispered ghostly.

Sevatar suppressed the slight psychological discomfort caused by these actions and tried to get the discussion back on track: "...I don't see how this is related to our topic."

"The connection is that your future is different, Sai." Coze retracted his gaze and returned to a distance that both parties felt more comfortable with. "You know, when I first meet someone, I can often see the last moment of their life... Your last moment is different from when we first met."

"If you came here just to tell me how I'm going to die, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

Koz turned a deaf ear to this and continued to speak:

"The change occurred when you decided to get off the ship. Or maybe not, and I just saw it at that moment. The interior of the ship was 'different', so either hypothesis makes sense."

"I'm not very interested in my future—"

"—I didn't say I saw your future, I saw my own then."

Sevatar stared at Curze in confusion. His Primarch seemed a little crazy when he spoke, but his demeanor seemed very calm. He believed that Midnight Haunter would not lie about these things, but he could not tell whether what he said was true or false.

"I saw my own future, Yago Sevitarion." Curze's tone was like a dream. "When you decided to get off the ship, the endless future collapsed into a clear path. I saw that I would kill you one day in the near future, maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

There was a clear murderous intent in this sentence, and even Sevatar couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. But this basic physiological reaction could not overwhelm Astarte's reason. After a brief surprise, he decided to accept this reality:

"…So you have decided to make the future develop according to this prophecy, and that is why you came here to kill me?"

"I don't know." Coz said this, but there was no confusion in his tone. "I said, I'm testing some ideas. At least this time, I'll let things develop naturally."

"Since you have made the decision, why do we have this conversation?" Sevatar admitted that he was holding back some of his anger as if he had been fooled. After a brief thought, he decided to let it flow into his tone, making the already unfriendly sentence sound even more unfriendly: "Did you sneak in here just to tell me that Alita would die early?!"

"Not only that." Koz's face showed a look of success, "I also want to tell you how she died."

"——What's the point of this?!" Sevatar's roar echoed in the hangar, but Curze turned a deaf ear to it:

"She was killed by you, Sai." The judge who could peek into the future made a cruel verdict.

"In that omen, you killed her first, and then I came to kill you."

There was a malicious smile hidden beneath this sentence.

Li Renren Lixiang: The tea-making skills of the people from the remote planets of your empire are really not good enough.