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

Chapter 407 Stereotypes Can Cause Hurt
An hour and a half later, after washing himself, eating, and even changing into Ortenaus's Ritsuka Fujimaru just in case, he sat back in the chair in the control room. Almost everything that needed to be arranged had been done, and now he just had to wait for Sigismund to bring the remnants of the Celestial Lions over.

The Astartes were certainly assembling their troops very quickly, but after all, it still involved the delivery of an orbital ship - the point was that it was difficult to accurately judge the situation in orbit right now - even if a legendary figure like Sigismund showed up in person, neither the Heavenly Lions nor the Black Templars would have any objections after receiving the order, but in terms of execution, it still took time to schedule.

Besides, the Hera Fortress is really big, and it takes time to move from one area to another. Just like before, when Fujimaru Ritsuka was sent out of the war room by Guilliman, stuffed into the small car, and returned to the Storm's Edge, she had nothing to do for half an hour (although this time was mostly spent on emergency road congestion). So in theory, it was almost the time when Perturabo predicted that the Hera Fortress would be attacked - but there were tall people to support it, so Fujimaru Ritsuka was still able to keep her composure even though she knew the attack was about to begin. It was based on this that she made the judgment that "a small delay is not considered a delay."

Considering that the enemy who launched the attack over Macragge was Perturabo, Fujimaru Ritsuka believed that even if the enemy's attack began, it would not immediately affect the warp to the extent that it would interfere with the Storm's imaginary submergence. Indeed, their fleet was in the orbit of Macragge directly by tearing open the warp rift unexpectedly in this unconventional form, but both Fujimaru Ritsuka and Guilliman tended to regard this tactical strategy that was obviously strongly related to the psychic ritual as an accidental event.

Even after falling to Chaos, the Iron Warriors still trusted real artillery and weapons more than the power of the Warp, and this can naturally be reversed to the Primarch. Of course, this does not mean that they have not been corrupted by Chaos at all, and will not use the knowledge they salvaged from the Vast Ocean, but those things will mostly focus on Hell Dragons, Daemon Engines, Chaos Scrap Codes, or some shields or mass destruction equipment that rely on the life or soul of burning sacrifices. Therefore, considering that the army used by Perturabo is very similar to the reality in terms of operating logic, his war logic will still be in the range familiar to Guilliman.

"Anyway, after we dive, I want to have a bowl of rice cake and red bean soup. Desserts don't count as meals." Bored, Fujimaru Ritsuka made a wish while lying in front of the console. "Then we'll surface on Tarasa. This journey will probably take three to four hours in reality. We'll broadcast on Tarasa that 'Macragge was attacked by the Iron Warriors led by Perturabo' to gather support for the Ultramarines. Then I'm going to pick up Conrad's line and give him a good scolding."

She waited for someone to point out to her fairly that the last sentence in this plan was just a vent of anger, but in fact, she only waited for Amit's sarcastic words: "I'm glad I don't have to really do it. Break your legs first and then take you away from here."

After the situation stabilized, Asclepius returned to the infirmary, while Arjuna was responsible for checking the situation in the engine room, and they all left the control room. In addition. From the lack of historical experience, Pegasus had a very poor sense of imaginary diving, so after Fujimaru Ritsuka helped him find a room to settle down, he decided to stay in it for a while to prepare himself mentally, and not come out until the end of the dive. Fujimaru Ritsuka certainly knew that this was an excuse, but she didn't mind giving him some space, but Akuldona stuck to him without any tact - it was off topic. Anyway, now guarding Fujimaru Ritsuka were Amit and Enkidu, and the latter was showing a bit of eagerness to try because of the former's rude words.

"Stop it." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned back and first persuaded Enkidu, who had finally restored his spiritual base to normal and was in high spirits, "Although I feel very lucky not to have to fight this war, to Astartes, my behavior of avoiding the battle is no different from 'descending from the battlefield'. It's normal for Amit to feel frustrated."

"I didn't." Amit snorted coldly, "The task that Lord Sanguinius gave me is to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing happens to you. I don't consider any other issues."

"Then I won't consider you." Fujimaru Ritsuka deliberately "followed the advice" and directly eliminated Amit from the conversation. "When the remnants of the Tianshi Regiment come up later, they will think the same. After the diving project is completed, then-"

——The loud alarm that suddenly sounded in the control room swallowed up Fujimaru Ritsuka's next plan.

No one cared about how she wanted to arrange and persuade the remnants of the Tianshi Regiment. Even she herself had forgotten about it in an instant. In the red light of the warning light that flickered like a heartbeat, she jumped up from her chair and looked at the various data and curves projected on the control console screen:

"Why did the value of the foundation of human nature drop again? A new subspace rift has been generated above the Hera Fortress, and the environmental parameters have changed again. Now we have to recalibrate the plane moon."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who habitually reported the situation to the surroundings like a machine gun, suddenly stopped at a certain moment and stared at the degree transmitted by the Sheba lens. Amit was completely unaware of the subtle emotional changes of the person involved, and hummed softly: "I said that speed is of the essence, and we should not delay..."

"No. It's really the right thing to delay this time." Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly.

Amit felt a sense of alarm. Even he could sense that something was wrong from the fact that Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone suddenly lost all emotion in the second sentence, as he was obviously anxious and irritated in the first sentence. He looked at the screen, but could not read anything from the data whose measurement units were completely different from the Imperial standards, not to mention that it also involved some subspace stuff that he could not and did not want to understand. After breaking away from this habitual action, Amit wanted to ask what was going on, but was interrupted by Fujimaru Ritsuka, who paused for a moment and spoke again:
"Enkidu, get off the boat first and go find Mr. Robert. Listen to his orders for the time being." She said, "I don't know what will happen next, but I am sure that if this continues, Mr. Robert will eventually need the function of the 'God of Law'."

Enkidu had no objection to this order, but he couldn't help but ask one more question: "Is everything okay on the ship?"

"No problem. In terms of conventional firepower alone, Arjuna is not bad." Fujimaru Ritsuka comforted him, and at the same time began to point and draw on the operating table, and also turned on the ship's broadcast: "Emergency notice, the imaginary submarine preparation project has been stopped, and the power resources of the Triton engine have been reallocated back to the real domain. The entire Storm Edge has entered a combat readiness state, and the electromagnetic shield is deployed at 50% power. Prepare to force the ship to sail out of the warehouse, and the preheating of the Holy Sword equipment has begun--"

After receiving the reply of "No problem", Enkidu turned around without hesitation and left the control room. Amit felt a sense of absurdity in his heart because of this scene, and couldn't help but interrupt the other party's report rudely: "What are you going to do? The 'Black Knight' hasn't come back yet."

"No need to wait. Just close the cabin door and prepare for takeoff." Fujimaru Ritsuka said without even turning his head.

"I think the most important thing for us now is to leave, rather than being involved in a battle for no reason." Amit took a threatening step forward, "Lord Guilliman will naturally arrange things on Macragge."

This did not threaten Fujimaru Ritsuka, and her tone remained calm: "We are not leaving."

Amit took another step forward: "I'm sorry, I will really break both of your legs--" "--You can try." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned back and looked up at the first generation Flesh Tearer commander wrapped in Terminator armor very calmly, "Do you think this will really work?"

Theoretically speaking, it is almost impossible for a short 17-year-old girl like Fujimaru Ritsuka to put pressure on a fully armed Astartes with just her appearance and simple words in a face-to-face situation. But at this moment, Astarte did have an illusion of being suppressed because of the other party's surprisingly calm eyes. But as an Astarte, Astarte is quite good at dealing with pressure. This thin illusion certainly cannot prevent Astarte from starting to implement special emergency measures as planned -

——But unfortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka is also very good at dealing with pressure, both mentally and physically.
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Diglis's mind was in chaos, he could not hear anything except the ringing in his ears, and his mouth and nose were full of blood. It took him half a second to realize that the bloody smell belonged to him, and he was now lying on the ground in an unsightly posture.

That's not a big deal. In a life-or-death emergency, people often don't care whether their behavior is elegant or not. Digris has long been accustomed to this, but he still feels ashamed of his failure. Someone around him hurriedly helped him up. His senses had not yet recovered from being thrown back to reality from the subspace, so he couldn't even tell his ups and downs, left and right, but he still struggled to speak:

"Take me to see the Primarch!" His voice seemed to be soaked in blood - in fact, it was a miracle that he was still alive and conscious after his defeat in the psychic battle with the enemy.

The people around him said something to him. Digris didn't hear the specific words, but he keenly sensed the negative meaning in these sentences: "I must go to see the Primarch! This is very important! I saw--"

He was unable to finish his words, as the second half of his sentence was choked back by the blood clot that came out of his throat. Digris couldn't keep his balance and was powerless to struggle, so he had to be held by his brothers in an uncomfortable position, keeping his back straight while vomiting out the blood clots or internal organs. This ordinary little thing could significantly drain his physical strength at this moment, forcing him to pant and rest for a few seconds before trying again to break free from his brothers' support and stand firmly on the ground with his own strength -

“I’m here.” The Ultramarines’ Primarch’s voice calmly rose above the noise of the tinnitus and gently penetrated into Digris’s consciousness. “Varo, what do you want to tell me?”

Digris raised his head and blinked desperately, barely piecing together Guilliman's image from his blurred vision. He was somewhat puzzled as to how long his psychic ritual had taken, and why his Gene-Father happened to appear in the Sanctuary of the Think Tank at this time, but he did not have time to think about the cause and effect in detail. As soon as he was sure that the person who appeared in front of him was the Primarch himself, Digris immediately spoke urgently:
"Chaos wizard, my lord. There are quite powerful Chaos wizards in the enemy's ranks. I am ashamed, but I have to admit that as your Ether Archon, I do not have enough ability to lead the Think Tank to fight against the enemy..."

The betrayal of the Primarch brought Digris's spirit far more torture than the physical damage, but the Chief Librarian still gritted his teeth and continued to admit his failure: "I failed to successfully stop the opponent's spell, and the opponent didn't even care about me. The enemy just cut open the reality curtain above the Hera Fortress, and then-"

"——We all saw what was floating in the air, Varro." Guilliman's voice was emotionless. "Unfortunately, our anti-aircraft firepower has no effect on it. Next, I plan to send a fighter formation to conduct reconnaissance. Before they set off, I want to know, do you have any suggestions on this?"

The outside sky could not be seen directly from the Think Tank Sanctuary, but Guilliman had seen it on his way here. Another wound was torn in the sky of Macragge, but what flowed out was not the filth of the Warp, but a group of buildings several kilometers long that hovered in the air like a mirage.

Hot sand, bright sun, magnificent buildings and sphinxes, hieroglyphs praising pagan gods. Digris recalled his glimpse in the warp, but he had no idea what it was. In his opinion, the symbols on the buildings were too mixed, and the runes were too obscure. Even with the knowledge of the think tank director, Digris thought he had to go back to the library to look up the books and figure out what it was before he could give appropriate advice.

He admitted this honestly to his Primarch, and then added: "Considering that most of the Iron Warriors do not worship a specific Warp God, but simply use Chaos itself, perhaps this logic can be extended to the Great Treachery Perturabo and the Chaos creations he launched. But it must be mentioned that the style of the building complex that appeared in the sky is-"

He was unable to finish his words again, as the entire fortress trembled, interrupting his words. This tremor was very weak, and ordinary mortals could not even feel it. It was not caused by some geological activity like the previous earthquake, nor was it caused by a huge physical force - this was a strange phenomenon that would occur when the void shield built into the Hera Fortress was operating at high power.

What this meant was not difficult to understand. The trembling caused a brief silence in the hall of the sanctuary, and then Guilliman spoke: "As you can see, Varro. Whatever is floating over the Hera Fortress, it has a ship-borne Light Lance-class main gun. Although the Hera Fortress is strong, our void shields cannot withstand multiple shots from the general cannon."

Diglis understood that they needed to be efficient, and even if the Librarian did not have enough time to complete the task properly, he would die for his Primarch anyway.

After all, the Primaris Space Marines have a stronger ability to recover. In the time it took to finish these few sentences, Digris had already regained his footing on the ground by his own strength. But perhaps he was really unlucky - once again, when he was about to speak, something had to come out and interrupt him.

This time it was Guilliman himself. A communication reminder sounded from the Armor of Destiny - this was unusual in itself, but what was even more unusual was that the Imperial Regent actually picked it up and allowed it to interrupt what he was doing. Digris was briefly confused for a moment, but after Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice came over the airwaves, he let go of the question with relief.

"You are very busy, I don't have time to explain, long story short, three things." The little girl spoke very quickly with a slightly distorted voice, "First, I sent you a man named Enkidu, I think you can use him so you can use him; second, the Glorious Composite Temple on top of Hera Fortress is a problem I caused, so I will stay for a while; third, conventional firepower is useless against it, you concentrate on defending other problems, and I will demolish the temple.

"——Also, 'four' is derived from 'three'. In five minutes and thirty seconds, lower the void shield of Hera Fortress for one minute. Storm Edge needs to engage the 'Dendera Lantern'!"

(End of this chapter)