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

This is what the Chapter has to do in order to get through difficult times. In the past hundred years or so, Koblo has always thought this way. In other words, he had to force himself to think like this on many things. Just like many times before, his thoughts almost slipped out in this direction again, but Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice brought him back to reality:

"Priest Kobro, please place the bright red Holy Grail here." The magic circle reflecting the metallic silver light has been drawn on the shiny black marble floor in the main hall of the church. Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed to the distance from the altar. and the statue of Sanguinius are further to the side. Looking along the direction of her finger, there was a pattern in the magic circle. Even if Cobulo had no relevant knowledge at all, he could tell from the graphical expression the location of "what should be placed there."

The Holy Blood Priest didn't feel anything was wrong, but he still looked at their chief think tank inquiringly while holding the Holy Grail close to the graphic. Somewhat unexpectedly, Mephiston stretched out a hand to shout a pause to him with body language, and turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka with some doubts clearly written on his face: "Did I make a mistake?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head and looked at Mephiston's face with the same doubtful expression, then lowered his head and quickly checked the magic circle she lazily instructed the servo skull to draw, and then raised his head confidently again: "No? Everything is fine. normal!"

"If my understanding of this spell is correct," Mephiston had to point out directly, "you just requested that the scarlet Holy Grail be placed in the position of the 'caster'."

Considering the age (and status) of the person hosting the ceremony, he thought it was a silly mistake for a beginner to make. But Fujimaru Ritsuka still expressed doubts as if something was being questioned as a matter of course: "Right? In my plan, the 'caster' of this spell should be the Scarlet Holy Grail, or something else in the Blood Angels." It’s a warband sacred object that has similar historical and symbolic meanings. It’s essentially a summoning ceremony, so the stronger the bond between the summoner and the summoned, the better.”

Summoning spells in this universe do not pay much attention to "holy relics" (reusable catalysts). If you want to summon specific subspace creatures, one way to try is to use rituals or spells that the person involved prefers (or integrate Some equipment related to rituals and spells), another direction to try is to give sacrifices according to their own preferences (things placed on the altar will really be taken away by subspace creatures and can only be used once), This time made Fujimaru Ritsuka, who relied on "fate" to make a living, feel very uncomfortable. However, the supernatural power of "fate" does exist in this universe, and Fujimaru Ritsuka finally succeeded in finding a way to use it - in this way of "using holy relics as spellcasters".

For experienced think tanks, using fate to summon is not a difficult concept to understand, but it is not very practical due to various reasons. But the form in which this ceremony was established still puzzled the chief think tank:

"But the Scarlet Holy Grail obviously can't cast spells, let alone recite incantations." He pointed out in confusion, "No matter how this ritual needs to be started, and how do you want to make sure, what this ritual invites is indeed me. Where is the soul of the genetic father?"

In directional summoning, it is often not enough to rely on fate alone. You also need to use incantations to accurately describe the entity you need to summon. It is better to say that the latter form of summoning is the mainstream of the empire, as long as it involves relevant knowledge. Beginner think tanks will know this. There are too many things that are destined to be associated with the scarlet Holy Grail. Even if the method of operation of the array itself will cause the ritual to screen out those dead battle brothers who became Blood Angels through the blood of this Holy Grail (if their souls are still there) exists in the subspace), but who can guarantee that in the worst case scenario, what appears in the statue will not be some demon with a grudge against the Blood Angels?

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not answer the question immediately. She just turned around and quickly ran up the steps of the pulpit in front of the statue of Sanguinius. Then she climbed to the altar and knelt down solemnly:

"Because the 'sacrifice' of this ceremony is me. Or, in other words, the 'emperor's spiritual power'." She said confidently, "I am very interested in seeing any Asia without eyes except the archangel himself. Space creatures dare to accept this sacrifice."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 270 Various Housework

Mephiston was confused.

Although he had never thought of summoning the soul of his genetic father before, since someone else said that this was possible, he could naturally think along this line of thinking. If he were asked to design a psychic ritual for this purpose, he would probably first think from a psychic direction, provide a calm surface of water or a mirror as a carrier of the soul of the gene father, and then refer to , Uh, don't make any noise here - refer to the demon summoning ritual, change the various holy numbers and emblems into symbols of the state religion and the emperor, and finally organize a think tank team of about ten people, all participants must be Saint Gems. Son of Leth, finally integrating the psychic powers of all people to accomplish this goal.

In this matter, everything Fujimaru Ritsuka showed him without reservation was, to put it mildly... too "unconventional".

To put it mildly, it looked like complete nonsense.

The reason why the Blood Angels did not actually say this comment to the chief think tank was mainly because of Fujimaru Ritsuka's overly prominent status. Of course, for Mephiston, the long title that the little girl was read repeatedly by the Servo Skull and the Imperial Guard during the ceremony was certainly not a decisive factor. It was Fujimaru Tate who really made him recognize the "gold content" of the other party's identity. Xiang's golden soul in a psychic perspective.

She is indeed trying to hide the Emperor's Light deep in her soul, but unfortunately her efforts, which are quite outstanding among mortals, are basically worthless in the eyes of Mephiston's level Primaris Astartes Librarian. Equal to nothing. Since Fujimaru Ritsuka can carry this kind of energy field in her soul very naturally, just short of writing the word "loyalty", then even if she is really messing around, there is a high probability that she will not cause any trouble from the perspective of the empire. Look at the unmanageable mess.

In addition, what makes the chief think tank be more open to the current "nonsense" is that the current ceremony does not seem to have no possibility of success. Although it is very...unconventional in terms of structural ideas, even a knowledgeable person like Mephiston could not think of any similar precedents from the files for a while, but it was outlined with "special ink" from the ground From the looks of the magic circle that emerged, with a touch of spiritual energy exuding in its lines, it should be able to rotate.

At least from the perspective of this magic circle, it has all the components required to support the operation of a psychic ritual.

Therefore, after a brief eye contact, Mephiston still motioned Coblo to follow Fujimaru Ritsuka's request to place the bright red Holy Grail in the designated location. Then, the Servo Skull handed a sealed jar filled with liquid to the Holy Blood Priest who had just stood up. Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice came from the direction of the "altar" at the same time:

"Pour the contents of the jar into the chalice, and the ceremony will begin."

This time, Mephiston and Cobulo both looked suspiciously at the little girl on top of the altar. The former is because the activation method of this psychic ritual seems too childish, and the latter is because he instinctively wants to refuse to pour any strange things into the Chapter's holy relics.

Fujimaru Ritsuka apparently first received the signal of dissatisfaction from the Holy Blood Priest, or in other words, it was easier to explain the problem on his side. She simply motioned to the other party to open the sealed jar and take a look: "Considering the tradition of your war group, it contains flavored blood wine mixed with a small amount of psychic energy. It may not be authentic, but it definitely has no harmful ingredients."

Cobulo began taking samples to examine the contents of the sealed jar, and invited Mephiston to perform a psychic scan on it. After a short study, they were able to jointly confirm that although the composition was slightly different from the common blood wine in the war group, it could indeed be regarded as a kind of blood wine: the difference mainly lies in the origin and variety of the wine used as the base. A little bit of psychic energy mixed in.

After figuring this out, Mephiston's attention turned back to the ceremony as a whole. He had vaguely realized that the "wild ways" Fujimaru Ritsuka had done were entirely because she had not received any orthodox psychic education. For a person with a professional background like the chief think tank, rather than hearing what Fujimaru Ritsuka himself has to say about this fanciful ceremony, it would be more practical for him to rely on himself and try to use his own knowledge system to explain the entire system.

After Mephiston turned his attention away, Coblo, who didn't get the most crucial hint (whether to pour this thing into the Holy Grail or not), was a little at a loss for a while. This is very unusual for a veteran Space Marine, but in the current situation it happened like this - the main reason is: this is the end?

There were no long incantations, no think tanks gathered together to prepare spells, no sacrifices, no incense, no hallucinogenic potions, no hymns and hymns. There is no element that should appear in a "psionic ritual" in the stereotype. He only needs to pour the blood wine in his hand into the Holy Grail in front of him - after completing this easy thing, the ritual will be completed. Will it start automatically?

This sounds so fishy. It sounds a little more fishy than the empty promises usually made by the enemies of Chaos.

Should he take action? What happens after this? Will there be some disaster that even their chief think tank cannot predict or even predict in advance? Or is it true, as Fujimaru Ritsuka claims, that this ritual will bring (a part of, perhaps) their late genetic father back to life?

This move undoubtedly could have led to two completely different outcomes, but for Coblo, both outcomes held equally unbearable weight in opposite senses. Ever since he was promoted to the Chief Priest of the Holy Blood - or even earlier, he couldn't even remember - he had rarely felt so seriously indecisive about something that seemed so simple. And maybe, just maybe, if this ritual must be initiated, it should be done by the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, right?

In this hesitation, he looked at the chapter leader on the side inquiringly, hoping to at least get some psychological support, but he found that the direction of Dante's death mask was currently facing Mephiston. Mephiston didn't look at anyone, just stared at the patterns and symbols on the magic circle on the ground. The only person who could successfully make eye contact with him was Fujimaru Ritsuka on the altar opposite, and she didn't say anything to urge him in this scene, so Coblo was thankful.

Fortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka is very good at reading the atmosphere, so this "thankfully" awkward silence was able to last for more than three minutes. The one who finally stopped it was Mephiston who raised his head. When he spoke, his tone sounded very determined: "This is a very delicate design. You borrowed the land of Baal to drive this ceremony and make it overall." The threshold has become very low.”

Specifically, so low that a psyker is not really needed. As long as the appropriate materials and sacrifices are obtained, and the magic circle can be correctly drawn and executed, even an Ogryn can initiate this ritual.

"Actually, specifically, it is 'the history of humanity precipitated in the land of Baal', but there is no difference in terms of form and application." Fujimaru Ritsuka responded calmly, not looking anxious at all.

"But this design makes the usage scenarios of this ritual very limited."

"Considering its function, the problem would be if this ritual had no restrictions on the scenarios in which it could be used."

Mephiston tilted his head and thought about it, and felt that it was right. So, he turned back and simply motioned to Coblo beside him: "Pour it down."

The Holy Blood Priest held the sealed jar that had been opened blankly, and looked at the Chapter Leader again inquiringly. This time, Dante's death mask also looked at him, and a steady voice flowed from the mouth of Sanguinius roaring in pain on the golden mask:

"Do it." Coblo heard this short sentence.

-

Sending a star message is actually very troublesome. This is indeed not like the common communication methods at the grassroots level of the empire, such as video calls or hard-wired telegrams, where the entire operation can be completed by pressing a few buttons and adjusting a few parameters, but in fact - it is generally not like this. It's so troublesome to see now.

Considering that this is after all a directional astrological line that will pass through the Great Rift and reach the Macragge relay station, based on Jorgecelius's common sense, such troubles in procedures and rituals seem to be reasonable.

The communication about the astrological ceremony was mainly carried out by Kaelia and the chief astrological master. Joselius just listened quietly on the side and took advantage of his height to overlook the scroll in the little girl's hand that recorded the overall process of the ceremony.

After the Great Rift unfolded, almost all of the Chapter's think tank received training courses on how to find beacons in the subspace and how to send astrological messages. After all, the current subspace environment is too violent, and there is no telling when it will happen. Encounter the extreme situation where all the navigators or astropaths on the starship are consumed. Therefore, although Hesselius could not be called a professional in astrological rituals, he could at least understand that most of Kaelia's requests were actually made according to the script, which sounded very outrageous in terms of scale, but in terms of operation, they were indeed There is great feasibility.

Of course, this assumes that the spiritual energy level generated by the entire ritual can meet that outrageous scale.

The ongoing topic has not progressed to this point, but it does not prevent Johselius from starting to speculate in advance: According to the scale of the ceremony specified on the scroll, even if this is the astrological relay station of Baal Prime-a world due to the political changes in this world, It has important military functions, so it is particularly favored by the policies of the Black Ship Alliance in the dark side of the empire. Therefore, legal psykers are organizing a quite large number of astrological relay stations - it wants to be mobilized to gather together the ritual requirements. It will take at least half a month for the required personnel, the debugging site, and the relevant personnel to fast and meditate for the ceremony. After all the above is completed, it will take at least half a month to find the right time to actually send this astrological message.

No wonder Fujimaru Ritsuka chose not to complete these preliminary communication tasks in person. Joselius thought boredly on the side.

When he was idle enough to start studying the equipment and furnishings inside the relay station, he happened to find Judge Hastings rolling his eyes for no reason not far away. Joselius turned his attention to the inquisitor, and then realized that the other person's emotional reaction was not without reason: he raised a hand and put it to his ear, obviously talking to the communicator Someone on the other end whispered.

"Just throw him back. Don't bring the matter to light. It will only make everyone look ugly." Hastings' voice was very low, almost just angrily. This is a volume that is easily ignored by ordinary people, but for a Space Marine like Jorgeselius, the latter can still hear it clearly.

This undoubtedly attracted the attention, or rather the interest, of the Blood Angels Think Tank. Jorgeselius, who was a little too bored, put up one ear and tried to capture more causes and consequences. Unfortunately, the inquisitor's communicator obviously did not leak sound. He had no way of knowing who was speaking on the other side of the communication and what specific words he said. What. He only saw a few dark angels calmly adjusting their formations, seemingly completely motionless, while Hastings's face quickly became clouded as time went by. After a few more seconds, he was almost out of breath, and his voice rose by more than one octave:

"no, you can not--"

No one knows what the second half of the sentence he suddenly burst out of and yelled out is, but no one knows what he wants to object to: this sentence was interrupted by a huge and continuous noise—— It sounded like someone was hiding in the wall, trying to physically cut their way through a tight space like a vent duct. The subtle trembling of the relay station building itself and the dust flying down from the shaken structure are a real-time annotation of the authenticity of this conjecture.

This horrible-sounding noise lasted only a short time and was not even long enough to completely panic those present. Almost at the same time that people realized where the noise was coming from, a freight channel gate on the side wall of the room flew inwards, exposing the dark slide rails inside. Immediately afterwards, a Black Shield Astartes wearing the black armor of the Death Watch was thrown into the room from the forcibly opened gate.

"Catraro! You can't do this!" Hastings yelled angrily in that direction, "Fujimaru Ritsuka told you to prepare for assassinations, ambush and infiltration in the dark, but she didn't ask you to do this!"

A pair of blood-red eyepieces emerged from the darkness of the freight channel. After being mechanically filtered, a hoarse, sinister, and creepy voice drifted in coldly: "But she didn't say I couldn't do this. You, a civil servant, have no power. Tell me what to do."

Hastings did not respond to this obviously provocative and insulting statement. His face was indeed still clouded, but he was obviously thinking about other things. After Kaelia confirmed that the person who caused this unexpected incident was a "friendly party" (probably), she began to concentrate on trying to comfort the frightened astropaths. If Heselius instinctively He grabbed his staff and stood ready - at this time, the one who chose to speak in the direction of the freight channel was one of the five dark angels who had remained silent before:

"Can't you chiropterans be quiet when you do something? Why do you always have to make it known to everyone? Is this because you are eager to get attention from others?"

"I'm not eager for your attention anyway." The voice in the darkness first stabbed back, and then made further remarks, "This is the midnight lord's housework, so you should take care of it. I don't care what happens to anyone if I do this. Such trouble, I just know that I have to let the lady know that such a person is nearby."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 271: My head is empty and I can’t pick out the chapter name

The ceremony went smoothly.

After all, the performance of psychic rituals often relies on the subspace, and even a powerful and skilled psyker like Mephiston is still unable to understand the changes in the subspace. Even by the standards of the Chief Think Tank of the Blood Angels, it is rare for a ceremony to go smoothly without any mistakes.

Even the visions caused by this ritual in reality were very mild, except that a whirlwind was set off from the center of the magic circle, and even the candles burning quietly at the feet of the statue further away in the hall were not extinguished. Among the people present, the only one who was troubled by the gust of wind was Fujimaru Ritsuka - she was on the altar, closest to the origin of the gust of wind, so she had to free one hand to hold her hair back. , so that they would not fly around and block her sight.

What appeared next was a small subspace crack next to the altar. During many psychic rituals, small rifts like this are opened in reality to achieve some kind of exchange between reality and subspace, so this is normal. Through the previous brief observation of the magic circle, Mephiston had already understood that this was part of the process before the ceremony began, and that the metaphysical existence of the Supreme Heaven was trying to collect his sacrifice. Judging from the attitude shown by Fujimaru Ritsuka before, Mephiston was convinced that this girl must be confident before sitting on the altar in the ceremony. He was certain that the other party must have the ability to resist this fissure that intended to swallow everything on the altar, but what happened next still greatly surprised him:

Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed at the small crack with her free hand, but it had been exuding strong suction since it appeared. A golden light shot out from her fingertips with almost no delay, and then... It disappeared from reality along the cracks and disappeared into the unexplorable realm of subspace.

At that moment, Mephiston reflexively closed his eyes and decided to retract his previous comment that "Fujimaru Ritsuka's efforts in hiding the Emperor's Light were almost nothing in the eyes of the Master of the Think Tank."

It was not his physical eyes that felt discomfort from looking directly into the aura, but the Chief Librarian's psychic senses, which were suddenly overloaded when he was almost defenseless. That moment gave him a blinding burning sensation, as if he was staring at the Star Torch at close range without knowing what he was capable of.

Due to this episode, Mephiston's physical observation in reality was interrupted for half a second due to the reflection caused by pain, and his psychic senses had to spend about one and a half seconds longer for debugging. During this time, he heard a series of ethereal whines coming from behind the curtain, and when he refocused his attention and prepared to observe what was going on in detail, the small crack had disappeared, just like it It appeared so suddenly and quickly.

At the same time, he was also convinced through his own eyes that the abnormality that occurred in this brief moment only affected him as a psyker: Dante and Coblo still maintained their previous appearance, seemingly unaware of what had happened. What.

He had no more energy to focus on the corners, and the ceremony continued step by step - although it seemed to be going smoothly, this was no reason for Mephiston to relax his vigilance. The turbulence of the vast ocean surged strangely after reality. The silver-white lines outlined on the dark marble floor began to shimmer. The whirlwind rolled up by the magic circle was still spinning and dancing in the main hall of the church, and it seemed that its intensity was increasing: evidence Mephiston's hair, which naturally hung on his shoulder armor, began to become less obedient, and Fujimaru Ritsuka even decided to use both of his hands on similar issues.

When the flickering flame on top of the candle a little further away was finally blown out, a sense of tension suddenly arose in Mephiston's heart. He knew that the most important part of the ceremony was at this moment, but this was not the result of some visible sign, but more like an experiential intuition. At this time, a golden light group appeared in mid-air directly above the center of the magic circle, which seemed to confirm this, but the chief think tank still could not explain the source of this impression.

Soon, he no longer had time to think about these specific events, and a more important fact occupied his mind. Mephiston's last meaningful thought in a short period of time was to realize through two uncontrollable gasps from a little distance that Dante and Coblo had discovered the same thing as him.

Looking back, the way this happened was very different from what the Blood Angels had speculated. Even though the preparations were carried out quickly, Mephiston still had enough time to pick out a hundred or so useful detection spells from his memory. Dante believed that he also had enough knowledge and experience. , allowing him to determine the authenticity of the summoned Sanguinius after a period of dialogue - but the result was that they used nothing.

As a psychic ritual to welcome back the genetic father (even if it was only a partial soul fragment), this scene was obviously not solemn enough in the beginning, and it was not solemn enough in the process. There were no hymns that sounded out of thin air, no flying little angels and no feathers floating down from the air. There was only a golden light group rising from the light of the magic circle. The intense light made it impossible to look directly at it, so it was difficult to see directly. Its true appearance under the light cannot be seen.

But at that moment, the descendants of the Holy Blood present were extremely convinced that he was their genetic father.

It was a purely perceptual cognition, but it was also reflected on their bodies - or perhaps their bloodline first recognized its origin and then made a series of physiological reactions, causing their brains to Did you come up with this idea? No one can explain this. The only thing they knew was that the hearts in their chests were beating hard at an unnecessary speed, as if they were breaking their ribs from the inside. They could almost hear their blood flowing at high speed inside their bodies. the sound of. The power armor seemed particularly stubborn in this situation, and the machine souls marked red for their abnormal physiological indicators in the static state, but even the Holy Blood Priest ignored the corresponding warning and just talked with the Chapter Leader. Together, the chief think tank looked up in awe at the warm golden light slowly floating diagonally upward in mid-air, eventually blending into the statue of Sanguinius enshrined in the church.

The whirlwind flying in the church gradually stopped, and the calm air flow symbolized the end of the ritual's interference with reality, but the psychic vision still existed in front of everyone in a form that non-psychics could easily recognize. Most of the candles placed at the edge of the main hall have been extinguished by the strong wind just now, but the brightness in the room has not changed significantly from before: the statue of Sanguinius was originally guarded religiously by many candles. , is softly exuding a hazy golden light.

The statue looked "different". This is also a very emotional feeling that is difficult to express in words and words, but even if you are not a psyker or a descendant of Sanguinius, you can easily realize that the statue is different before and after the ceremony - let alone one who has personally The Blood Angels who erected this statue to the Father of Genes with their own hands, brick by brick, hammer by hammer.

This difference does not only refer to the hazy spiritual light covering the surface of the statue, but also other inexplicable... feelings.

The current situation did not support the Holy Blood descendants present to observe and think carefully about this, and the sound of Fujimaru Ritsuka's footsteps jumping back to the ground in front of the altar reluctantly brought their thoughts back to what was happening:

“Uh…” She looked around and finally chose to turn sideways between the statue and the other people, as if she was talking to both sides of herself at the same time. Her tone was a little awkward. “If anyone is dissatisfied with the current situation, I mainly mean that the ceremony is too simple and the form is not solemn enough. Don’t doubt yourself, just blame me directly.”

She glanced back, and after confirming the situation, while speaking, she slowly backed away from this "middle" position: "I guess the following conversation is not suitable for the presence of an 'outsider' like me. So, if anyone needs anything, I’m staying with Sigismund in the chapel off to the side, so you can chat slowly—”

——There was no special reason for her reaction. As a Japanese who is very good at "reading the air", she looked around and realized in a flash: This was the occasion where she should be under the car.

Under this situation, it would be best for everyone if she could get under the car automatically and consciously.

-

While walking in the monastery of the Blood Angel Chapter, Sevatar felt a little bored.

This scenario can be a little confusing, so let's start at the beginning. The list of attendants reported by Chaldea to the Blood Angels includes this small group of Night Lords. The legal basis applicable here is that the Inquisitor can temporarily recruit renegade chapter members who are not contaminated by Chaos (expanded definition) ). So theoretically speaking, as a member of this small group of Night Lords, Sevatar legally accompanied Chaldea to Arax Angel Fortress through normal routes after some arrangements by the Imperial Guard Vasilian. Internal - more specifically, he stepped out from the Stormbound, which was housed inside the monastery.

But just because he can walk out in a dignified manner does not mean that he can walk around in other people's Chapter monastery in a dignified way. Because of Joan of Arc Alter, he still has a little privilege among the Night Lords to wear armor at any time, but this does not mean that he is not legally a prisoner of Chaldea. It is obviously a universal truth that prisoners should not have such a degree of freedom. Therefore, if he appears openly in front of any Blood Angel, regardless of whether the other party knows why a person appears in the monastery of his Chapter, Even if he is a Night Lord, he can still act on instinct first and think later - here he means openly emptying the magazine of his bolter on this traitor to the Empire, and then slashing him with a chainsword or other melee weapon without thinking. come over.

Of course Sevatar himself knew this, so before he walked so grandly in the Arax Angel Fortress, he obviously also used some "little tricks" of sliding doors and picking locks to gain himself some stealth advantages. Advantage.

To expand on this, he tried to break open Kaelia's door on the Storm Frontier, and then Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who discovered the incident, punched her twice, and then Jeanne d'Arc Alter openly used her "old employees" "The identity opened the door directly and took out what Sevatar wanted from Kaelia's room - the sacred necklace decorated with Corax's feathers.

On the premise that Fujimaru Ritsuka himself did not order "redistribution", Savita did not mind "borrowing" what he wanted under certain circumstances - after all, he was still eating on the Storm Frontier, so he Of course he would return it after using it, and as long as he did return it, this matter would not be a big deal according to Fujimaru Ritsuka's criteria. As long as he doesn't cause too much trouble on the road, it will only result in him being thrown into the simulation room and beaten up.

The reason why he was willing to bear the price of being "thrown into a simulation room and beaten up" was to steal the necklace, use its psychic invisibility effect to pass through the Blood Angels' station, and urgently find the culprit for Fujimaru Ritsuka's interview. A "I caught a Blackshield brother, I mean, our brother" communication from Ketraro.

After briefly understanding the cause and effect, his first reaction was to release this guy who was not very bright, so that he could be sandwiched between the Custodes, Dark Angels and Inquisitors and learn a lesson to use his brain according to the situation. Simple things.

It's not that he can't understand the other party's motives: after the Parmenio incident, although most of the surviving Night Lords have withstood the test of the Gene Father, there is no guarantee that there will not be scattered Children of the Night scattered throughout the universe. . Of course, Sevita also knew that no matter what the reason was, the Night Lords who had experienced that incident almost without exception had the idea of ​​​​hoping that these people could "acknowledge their ancestors and return to their ancestors" - this of course included Ketra If so, it is definitely not a death-free medal for him to turn this household matter into a business matter.

Unfortunately, some kind of subtle premonition came to Sevita, and the prophecy talent that Konrad Curze randomly left to his heirs gave Catararo a suspended sentence at this time. As the First Captain of the Night Lords, the Lord of the Black Guards, and the big brother recognized by the Red Gloves but he neither accepted nor rejected it, Sevatar finally sighed resignedly, and after speaking cruel words to the communication, he continued The Storm Frontier turned over two standard official document templates, and brought parchment paper and ink to get ready for the younger brother to top the cylinder.

The good news is that Fujimaru Ritsuka is quite easy to get along with as his superior, so Savita is 100% sure that he can lend him Chaldea's tiger skin. Bad news, Sigismund is definitely with her as an important piece of security. For the sake of the overall situation, the Black Knight should not object to Fujimaru Ritsuka at this juncture that may trigger a shadow war between the Inquisitors - but what happens after everyone returns to the Stormbound and behind closed doors?

Sevatar was convinced that he and Ketra might have to deal with Asclepius's cold shoulder again.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 272 Astartes without a helmet is likely to leave his own dark history among brothers.

"Discovered other Night Lords?" As Savita expected, Fujimaru Ritsuka's first reaction after hearing the ins and outs of this "accident" was surprise, "This is a need... No, this is a need. Is this what I want to bring to the table?"

Very well, her focus was not on Sevita escaping from the Storm Frontier, or on him sneaking into Kaelia's room and stealing the sacred necklace, but on the incident itself that pointed directly to all of this. This was expected by Savita - Fujimaru Ritsuka's logic is sometimes strange, but as long as she can understand this strange logic, she can actually guess it easily.

Not to mention how many achievements other people have made on this issue, at least he can understand it to the First Captain of the Night Lords who holds another Seveta record in the illusion.

By the way, these records also provided some additional effects that Sevata did not really want: Sigismund, who was standing aside, did not take off his helmet and did not speak, but moved slightly behind the person he was protecting. But it was from this little body movement that Syvetta could tell that he was unhappy.

This made Sevita want to beat Ketraruo even more.

Because he could figure out the meaning of his thoughts like a breath, Savita knew more clearly at this time that when Fujimaru Ritsuka, the master of psychology of the Midnight Lords, asked this question, he was not wondering "why do you do this", but was thinking about it in the distance. Kong blamed the person involved for "just doing it, but why did he make the scene so ugly?"

One notable difference between Ritsuka Fujimaru and Konrad Curze as the Midnight Lord's superior is that her definition of "justice" is much more ambiguous. In this regard, her judgment standards tend to deviate based on the outcome of one thing. Although this does not mean that she will not reprimand, hold accountable and punish the mistakes that occurred in the process, but as long as the mistakes in the process do not really go beyond the scope of the matter, and the results are good enough, the person who made the mistake will often be punished. will be put down gently.

Of course, the premise is that this matter is not discovered by Sigismund.

Differences in how superiors handle matters will also affect how subordinates handle problems. For example, if the person leading this group of Night Lords is their true genetic father, then Sevatar's first reaction must be to fasten the lid quickly and suppress the whole thing. The Primarch knew that it was even more impossible to come to Curze to ask for the authority of his superiors when he committed something else himself - after all, the King of the Night would really skin off those who made mistakes and hang them on the bridge to dry. .

But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't, so after a brief hesitation, Savita directly showed the whole problem to the other party according to the experience left by himself in the illusion. Facts proved to him that, at least for Fujimaru Ritsuka, the experience in the fantasy world is also applicable in reality: she did not complain too much about the whole thing, and directly started to check the official document template brought by Savita, obviously thinking about it. How to clean up this mess.

"I have many questions to ask about Ketraru's specific motives, but I'd better wait until this matter calms down." She took out a blank piece of parchment and began to copy and modify it in High Gothic. content, so that the specific expressions in the official document can correspond to the current situation, "I think you have to find a way to teach him about emotional intelligence in the future - why didn't he see it? This matter should not be put on the table. How about solving it?”

The person from the other side came secretly, and they were still talking about work outside. In this case, you succeeded in incapacitating the other person without being discovered, and you either secretly threw the person back, or secretly locked him up - you threw the person into the hall along the freight channel and crossed the open road. what's going on? This is originally a problem that can be easily solved through mutual tacit understanding. Why do you have to put it on the scale? Do you think she, the CEO of Chaldea, has not done enough on Baal?

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Although it wasn't much, Sevata still had the emotional intelligence to look at the atmosphere. At least at this moment, in this atmosphere of "in short, I should apologize first," he did not choose the one that seemed more appropriate in terms of address. Frivolous title, "Although I don't know the actual situation yet, based on what I know about Marshall Cattraro, I think there must be some external factors driving him to do this."

He said this without knowing what he was saying, and at the same time, there was an atmosphere of disapproval around Sigismund, who was the audience. Realizing this, Savita simply changed the topic and revealed the possibility that should be closer to the truth in his guess: "Of course, it could also be that he suddenly made a little 'fantastic idea'. It’s impossible to tell.”

Unfortunately, perhaps because the target was covered in armor, his cold reading skills were not very effective on Sigismund. The Black Knight did disagree with his statement, but what he disagreed with was not the part that Sevatar thought: "You didn't even succeed in understanding the full story before you came to report and ask for a 'solution'?"