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

"That's not good." Sigismund heard the implication, "I ask you to go to a safe place immediately -"

"——What happened when the communication was disconnected just now! Where did this Sigismund come from?" Sevita's voice suddenly rang through the internal communication, "Isn't that guy just poking at me? Are you on guard aboard the Stormbound?"

This is not a conjecture derived from inference. The reason why Savita was so surprised was because after he confirmed the livery of the Emperor's Champion's power armor through the video signal sent back by Fujimaru Ritsuka's Ortenaus exoskeleton, his first reaction was to cut out the storm on the console. Border's interior camera. An information flow adaptation agreement has long been established between the two ships, so he really saw the real-time image of "Sigismund standing guard at the door of Fujimaru Ritsuka".

But Sigismund also appeared in the psychic prison on the Shadow Hammer at the same time. This unreasonable situation set off alarm bells in Savita's heart.

"...Let's get us back to the Emperor's Dream first." Fujimaru Ritsuka did not directly answer this question immediately, but wanted to withdraw from the battlefield with a slightly guilty expression. "The details will wait until we come back. When we review the review—"

"——Miss, I think you should first confirm whether he is really Sigismund. After all, there is only one Emperor's Champion with the title of Black Knight. He cannot appear in two places at the same time." Sevatar Seriously and clearly, "You have just transformed into a human being in front of everyone."

"Under normal conditions, of course, a person should not appear in two places at the same time. This will cause serious paradoxes, but... the principle is very complicated to explain in detail. To put it simply, the transfer of heroic spirits and spirit children are both magical." As time passed by, Fujimaru Ritsuka became more and more obviously guilty at a very fast rate, "In short, although the result of this matter is like that, it is over at least... Okay."

She stopped talking with a bit of despair - Judge Wilchak had obviously recovered from the shock just now and was getting up from the ground.

For Fujimaru Ritsuka, the only two gratifying things about the current situation are: first, at least outside Chaldea, Sigismund is clearly on the same side as her; second, so far, Sahar was still unconscious under the wall, unable to get up yet to make any kind of overreaction to the remains of the demon host.

Hastings next to him is Bai Rao's one. Fujimaru Ritsuka was sure that he would not cause trouble, but he did not expect him to be of any very constructive help. To be fair, she really wanted to warp back to the Emperor's Dream and leave the whole mess to Hastings - there were many unresolved historical issues between these two people that needed to be resolved in various senses. Communicate, she doesn’t really want to disturb this part as a third party. But since she was still present when Wilchak regained consciousness, I am afraid that the Lord Inquisitor's attention cannot be allocated to Hastings for the time being.

"I think we should call Vasilian and the others." The desperate Fujimaru Ritsuka held the cage that appeared inexplicably in his arms and took advantage of the last moment to say to Savita on the other side of the communication line, "Look at what the Imperial Army is doing. Is there anyone who can use your hands to deal with diplomatic issues?”

During these few sentences, Sigismund at least figured out who was speaking in Fujimaru Ritsuka's communication channel, and opened another frequency band used during the war to try to reprimand Savita. Although the Prince of Crows is not afraid of such provocations, it is a pity that he only has one mouth after all: if he starts to deal with the tasks assigned by Fujimaru Ritsuka, he will not be able to talk back to Sigismund. Therefore, for a while, he could only endure all the righteous and angry accusations made by the other party in a very depressed manner, record them in his account, and wait for revenge later.

——There is no way, the enemy has run away, and he can't get angry at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who looks like a pitiful innocent victim. Hastings is obviously here to help, and he doesn't recognize the remaining three people in the room. . Then Sevita naturally became the best punching bag for Sigismund to vent his emotions under this situation.

Sigismund closed the mic and started a one-sided quarrel with Sevatar. This decision caused him to miss Lord Inquisitor Wilchak's getting up. Fujimaru Ritsuka waited patiently for a few seconds. After making sure that the other party had successfully confirmed the current situation by looking around, and that no one else was going to speak beyond her, she took advantage of the fact that the acolyte brought by the other party had not yet recovered. Speak first:

"Although I'm sorry, as you can see, Judge Wilchak. This matter seems to be ending in a way that is not very pleasant for everyone." She said while holding the cage, "Given that none of us have Anyone who has perfectly achieved his or her original plan, I propose—"

"——None of this should have happened!" Wilchak growled, and the Gothic language sounded like the roar of a beast driven by her anger.

No one knows what conclusion she came to after looking around the messy cell, but in short, her attitude remained fierce and aggressive: "All of this is just a meaningless farce. I The ins and outs of the whole thing have not yet been completely clarified, but I will investigate it soon! From the moment you boarded my ship without permission, there is no doubt that this is an offense-"

"——Vilchak——" Hastings was still a little dazed, but he still tried to interrupt the other party. It's a pity that his efforts were not successful, but Wilchak was made aware of his existence again:

"——I almost forgot about you. You are already colluding with her, aren't you?" She maintained an angry look, but at some point while speaking, she still glanced at the non-existent emperor in the room. The emperor glanced at him and carefully tried to assess the other party's attitude. However, the target of her speech was obviously Hastings himself: "I have reason to believe that you were also involved in this matter! When I investigate everything clearly, the trial court will make a fair judgment on this matter. ! You all should be nailed to an iron frame and burned in fire for ten thousand years!"

Hastings clearly rolled his eyes, shut up and shrank back, revealing an expression of "I have done my best as a colleague with whom I have little friendship" in his exhaustion and irritability. However, Fujimaru Ritsuka showed a little emotional reaction to Wilczak's speech: surprise.

"...Are you serious?" She couldn't tell whether the other party really wanted to do this or just wanted to make some political threats. "I can understand that you want to delay things temporarily when the situation is unfavorable, but, this reason - are you serious?"

"She's serious." Hastings answered. "I've confirmed that she is not affected by Chaos pollution, but she has completely immersed herself in a set of self-important and self-consistent logic. For an egomaniac who only believes in herself, what she thinks is right is absolute. Anyway, I have tried to persuade her, but I can't convince her."

Wilchak did not immediately refute this evaluation, because she was trying to get the help of the Emperor's Champion: "Lord of the Black Templar, although I don't know your name yet, I also know that you are protected by the great God Emperor. The sacred instrument of the supreme will. The profound gaze of the Lord of Humanity can penetrate everything. I believe that you will never be fooled by the slander of chaos and heresy!"

How Sigismund felt about this, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't want to guess for the time being. Due to the fatigue and pain caused by magic, she sighed and asked Hastings softly: "Although it seems that I am not responsible for this matter, do you have the kind of 'snap' on you that can An arresting tool that can catch people? "

"With all due respect, given your actual position of power, if you could completely throw away the idea of ​​'doing something for yourself' from your mind, Chaldea's operation in the empire would suddenly be much smoother. "Ultramar people still culturally agree that those in high positions should be honest, self-responsible and caring for the people, so Hastings did not include the sentence "It will be good for all of us' blood pressure and hair if you act arrogantly." Really say it, "Also, the kind of thing you want may be more common in the Legal Department. As an inquisitor, I only have props that can kill people with a 'snap'."

It’s not that the Inquisitor really doesn’t have that kind of thing, he’s just using this to hint that “letting Wilchak die without any evidence will make everything in the future much easier to handle.” Hastings just said that, not even expecting the other party to understand - according to his research on Fujimaru Ritsuka, the matter of "killing" was not even in her thinking options many times. He even dared to use all his belongings to bet with anyone. Even now, Fujimaru Ritsuka is thinking about how to solve the problem without harming the other person's life, just like when he was forced to go to the border of the storm. Like a pirate ship.

Only at this time, Sigismund did not fully understand the situation. Therefore, when he turned his attention from reprimanding Sevatar back to the scene, his reaction was more business-like: "Inquisitor, do you have anything to report?"

The conversation continued, and Hastings began to think about what kind of cell he should prepare for Wilchak. But at this moment, he did not realize three important issues:

First, Fujimaru Ritsuka rarely takes the initiative to restrain others, or in other words, when facing the people around her, she rarely has the idea of ​​"I am the superior, so others should act strictly according to my wishes";

Secondly, Sigismund is not only a stubborn person who accepts death, but also is very accustomed to making decisions for Fujimaru Ritsuka in some aspects because of some experiences that do not exist in reality but did happen;

Third, what Wilchak dared to say was even worse than Hastings’s worst guess:

"You will never imagine what kind of heretic the girl next to you is!" The Lord Inquisitor complained sonorously and forcefully in a tone of conviction, "What I say below represents the Order of Cronus and - "

"Pay attention to your words, mortal." Sigismund, who was vaguely aware that something was wrong, became stronger. "I remind you, no matter what kind of statement you want to make, you should first check whether your source of information is sufficient. Refuting the authenticity and authority of the emperor’s edict.”

Of course Wilchak heard this, but she obviously didn't. She knew that every Black Templar who was "chosen" to be the Emperor's Champion would see a vision given by the Emperor during the ceremony. Therefore, she naturally associated the "Emperor's Oracle" with that vision, and A "reasonable inference" was made that "it may have unclear meaning".

The Lord Inquisitor, who had gone too far and too deep on the road of overconfidence, did not really pay attention to this warning and continued to tell the contradictory stories he had learned from alien prophets, chaotic prophecies, and various documents. One-sided facts inferred from clues: "There may be something unusual about that girl. I have no intention of denying that she has the power to change the empire to some extent, but - do you know the nature of that power? What is it? What is the price for the so-called "miraculous" she performed? Who will pay for it? She changed a barren world on the edge of the empire and made it rich. On the whole, this may be a good deed, but at what cost? Does the enrichment of one world mean that another world with a rich destiny becomes impoverished? A bigger chain reaction? Or is it more terrifying that her tampering with a small incident in the past will cause the current empire to fall apart? From an overall perspective, this kind of chaos should not be allowed!"

"This is just your rhetoric. If you want to completely convince me, you need detailed data and empirical support." Sigismund, who had a preset position, sounded impatient, "I don't know where you are coming from. No one knows about this, but I must seriously warn you that it should not be known to the outside world."

——This is the truth. Even among the Cursed Legion, there are less than ten people who know everything about Jestal. If the person present was Lan Mallock, Wilchak would have been dead at the moment he said the words "altered history." There was only one serious warning on this issue, and by contrast, Sigismund's temper seemed quite good.

"But the point is, this has happened before!" Wilchak emphasized loudly, "It has happened, and it will definitely happen again in the future! Maybe there is no problem this time, but who can guarantee that there will be no problems every time? Of course, the enemy of chaos who is in charge of change would be extremely happy to see similar things happen again and again. Is it really the God Emperor of humanity who cares for her? Isn't this the so-called 'Lord of Change'? A well-disguised pollution source released in reality——"

She obviously had something to say next, but she couldn't continue. The black sword next to Sigismund was stained with blood again in the blink of an eye, and no one in the room even managed to see clearly how he moved. Wilchak's expression full of passion and confidence was still solidified on her face, and she didn't even have time to show her shocked eyes: the smooth incision made by the black sword passed through her forehead elegantly and neatly, and in an instant, she completely The brain tissue she used for thinking was destroyed, and even the thinking-enhancing modifications attached to it were not spared.

From the moment her body lost control of its center of gravity and slowly fell, blood and brain matter began to pour out of the wound. The only two other conscious people left in the room were startled by the sudden outburst of the Emperor's Champion, but Hastings showed a look of relief after the dust settled.

"It must be done." Sigismund looked very relaxed about killing people. He just took a sip of water and then turned around to explain to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "I'm thirsty." Then he turned back and added, "Even if I didn't handle it this way, the imperial army would make the same judgment as me at the moment. "

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened his mouth, but swallowed the unspoken words. The deal is done, and now there is no point in discussing whether we can spend some time to successfully persuade the other party, or whether we can avoid conflicts with the other party by modifying memory or other means. Judging from the results alone, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not take a strong stance against Sigismund's decision - as Sevatar said not long ago, for the imperial people, kindness and sympathy are undoubtedly the same. It is a luxury product, and being soft to the enemy is equivalent to being cruel to oneself.

Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka does not really regard Wilchak as her enemy, she also clearly knows how those around her will view this in a society where almost everyone lacks empathy and is prone to extremes. thing.

"...You know, the most ironic thing about this is--" She felt she had to say something, trying to control her wandering thoughts by finding her voice, "--it's that this The Inquisitor died because every word of her accusation was true."

It was a less obvious complaint, a veiled protest against the more common methods of doing things in the empire, or at least that was what Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to express.

But Sigismund laughed. While stabbing to death the male acolyte who was still unconscious on the ground next to Wilchak. His deep laughter rumbled in the tightly-fitted power armor, like muffled thunder coming from the distant horizon on a midsummer evening.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 293: Be wary of our God of Joy

Two hours later, Fujimaru Ritsuka lay on the pillow of the hospital bed in the infirmary of the Storm Frontier, her whole body wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Two hours is very short, but two hours is also very long. In the first hour, Fujimaru Ritsuka threw Sahar back to the Emperor's Dream through the teleportation platform and handed it over to Savita for suppression; he waited for the "support" of Vasilian, who had almost gone berserk, and persuaded the other party. He barely managed to stay rational when dealing with this matter; he simply told Hastings that he needed to contact the Inquisition to assist in the case - after all, a Lord Inquisitor died, and as a parallel department in the empire, Chaldea always knew that the other party would be contacted. After that, he took Sigismund back to the Storm Boundary. In the control room, he dealt with the time and space paradox caused by the transfer of souls, and turned the two black knights back into one.

Then, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who sneaked out during the break and literally committed suicide, was finally captured by Asclepius.

The next hour was hell.

Asclepius once again used practical experience to severely educate her that she should pay more attention to her physical health. Don't just rely on the fact that you have a medical god on board to think that as long as you don't die at that time, you can be cured at no cost and continue to be alive and kicking. Young people should not always think about wanting both and wanting more - at the same time, taking advantage of the treatment method that has quick effect, almost no sequelae, and comfortable body feeling. Even the legendary Asclepius is not in the market. Available in every situation.

Of course, in the current situation, it is more likely that Asclepius does not want to take it out. All in all, after Fujimaru Ritsuka spent an hour of treatment that was comparable to torture, she finally didn't even have the energy left to pretend to cry and pretend to be pitiful. She lay on the hospital bed waiting for the nerve reconstruction incision on her back to heal quickly under the action of the panacea, barely holding her eyelids open to prevent herself from falling asleep: because Asclepius had already begun to study the one she brought back. Slender cage.

——That is the prop used by Ereshkigal, the mistress of the Sumerian underworld, to detain souls in her underworld. Not long ago, when a small projection of Tzeentch was about to escape from its carrier in the real universe, Fujimaru Ritsuka used the Ortenus exoskeleton to simulate the goddess' spiritual portrait, and picked out the powerfully related With the concept of gun threshold, he took advantage of the last bit of time when the singularity was about to dissipate, and snatched food from the hands of the Lord of Changes.

The act of forcibly imitating a god unsurprisingly burned out several of her magic circuits and nerves again, which was also the direct reason why Fujimaru Ritsuka had to spend a hellish hour in the infirmary. But since it now successfully contains Mita Ashen's soul, she won't feel that this matter is meaningless.

Although failure is still failure - "there is no way" so the result of failure is still failure. She would not deny that she had not been able to bring Mitta back with all her beard and tail as she had originally promised Sahar. Any guarantee cannot be said to be "successful" if it is discounted in the final practical result. No matter what emergencies we encounter in the middle, if we don’t do it, we just don’t do it.

"You are really able to find endless problems for me." Asclepius, who looked at the "patient" across the gun sill for a while, simply sighed, "I really want to 'make a panacea for bringing the dead back to life' as my ultimate goal. The goal, but before this goal is achieved, I still have to say: Isn't this already dead? The most I can do is help restore the state of the 'patient's' soul, and I can't help with the rest. God of Medicine, you should seek help from the God of Hades.”

"But Hades is the god of the underworld." Fujimaru Ritsuka said nonsense in a voice that was half muffled in the pillow, "Gods in charge of death often do not approve of any mortal person escaping the cycle of life and death. order."

"That's true." Asclepius, who was well versed in the nature of gods, agreed.

He did not reiterate what he had emphasized before, but asked directly: "So, what are you going to do with this soul next?"

"Well...at least for the soul-level injuries, let's help her heal them first." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone contained a calming deliberation, "I would like to refer to the opinions of the person involved in the future matters."

This does not refer to Sahar. In the current situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka hopes to ask Mita's own opinion. After all, from her own point of view, if she caught a soul in this world, it would be wrong to keep her locked up, and it would be wrong to let her go and return to the highest heaven. If she could find a way to bring her back to life, it would be a good idea for the victim (Saha) For me and Mita), the cost is too high - although Fujimaru Ritsuka personally wants to choose poverty alleviation, of course that is fine, but if he wants to invest Chaldea's limited resources for this thing that obviously has no return, If I study the resources, it doesn’t look quite right.

She won't take the initiative to say it, but if someone asks further, Fujimaru Ritsuka can admit that she really doesn't know what to do with Mita at this moment. Asclepius didn't ask, but he already understood the Chaldean Master's dilemma and made a quick criticism: "You are really good at causing trouble for yourself without knowing it."

"I didn't expect it to be so troublesome at first." Ritsuka Fujimaru said in frustration some words that would raise the blood pressure of the protectors around her. "My initial expectation for this was a pleasant outing adventure."

"I suggest you redefine your concept of 'outing adventure'." Since he already has records of countless spiritual restorations for other heroic spirits in Chaldea as a basis, he is diagnosing and treating an ordinary mortal undead. It doesn't occupy Asclepius too much energy. While checking the specific damage through the gun sill, he could still talk to Fujimaru Ritsuka calmly, "What I mean is that experience such as small singular points should not be counted."

Fujimaru Ritsuka grunted unhappily and buried his face into the pillow. Asclepius didn't pay attention to her immediately, so the room was quiet for about a minute, until the doctor felt that he couldn't bear it again and reminded her: "Don't suffocate yourself to the point of hypoxia."

"I can't think of what to do -" Fujimaru Ritsuka muffled his frustrated scream into the pillow to make it sound less shrill and noisy, "- now that I saw it, I couldn't throw her away for nothing. She’s in Tzeentch’s hands, but I can’t dispose of it after I snatch it back. Do I really want to find a way to stuff her into the Ortenaus modification and install it on Sahar’s power armor?”

"Sometimes it's really impossible to find a perfect way to deal with something. Knowing when and how to 'fall back to the next best thing' is also a kind of wisdom." Asclepius persuaded, "This is not impossible to do. Alternative proposal——"

"——Have you forgotten something?" Tezcatlipoca's voice interrupted the conversation in the infirmary, "I have only been away for a long time. Did the Chaldean priest forget that I was there? Is it on board?"

Asclepius breathed out a little irritably after being interrupted. Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head from the pillow again, with a somewhat baffled expression: "Didn't you forget? But I heard that you were not in a hurry just now. Have you disembarked?”

"That's just to teach other gods who don't have long memories, don't always stretch your hands in the direction they shouldn't be. Of course I will be back soon." It was indeed Tezcatelli who suddenly appeared at the door just now. Poca walked into the infirmary with a dissatisfied expression and approached Fujimaru Ritsuka's bedside.

Although there were no traces of injury on his human body, when he stood still, his shoulders slumped to one side more than usual, and when he walked, his obsidian legs also looked heavier than usual. lame. He randomly dragged a chair from his hand, faced the hospital bed, and sat astride it, with his upper body lying on the back of the chair, looking down at Ritsuka Fujimaru, who had to turn her head hard to see him in the prone state: "Let's do it again. Again, when you were racking your brains about the problem caused by the undead in front of you, did you forget any factors that are at hand that can be used? "

Hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka twisted his neck and thought for a few seconds, and then said uncertainly: "No... right?"

Tezcatlipoca showed a bit of a hateful expression: "Isn't the question you are struggling with, 'This person is dead, so the god of medicine cannot save him, and only the god of Hades can deal with this situation'?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression became tangled: "That being said, but..."

“——There’s a Hades right in front of you!” Tezcatlipoca jumped up in frustration, “And he’s a fair and just Hades who keeps his word!”

"Indeed." Fujimaru Ritsuka agreed, but her troubled expression did not relax. "I have no intention of questioning your power, and I believe that if you are willing, you will definitely be able to resurrect Mita. But that is not the problem. ”

Tezcatlipoca became quiet: "So, what are you worried about now?"

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could successfully find the right words, Asclepius suddenly interjected: "If she really asked you to ask her a favor, wouldn't you take advantage of both sides of the matter?"

Tezcatlipoca turned his head and glared at the God of Medicine: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

He did not refute, because even he had to admit that there was a high probability that this was the truth. In a sense, although his symptoms are mild, after all, like Tzeentch, he is not very able to control the whims of his different appearances. Naturally, there is no way to completely guarantee that he will not use it in the future. Keep the promises you made now.

Tezcatlipoca was a god after all. The credibility of God's guarantees to humans is, in most cases, just that. Even if you ignore his status as the "Almighty God" and just treat him as an ordinary businessman, he is very likely to "collect a price for this matter from the main complainant Fujimaru Ritsuka, and then benefit from the actual benefits" There is such a thing as "the person receiving a price".

Brother Pocahontas is indeed reasonable, but he is also a person with low moral standards. Have to guard against it.

"...My opinion is still that I hope to have a chat with the person involved and combine their own ideas before making a final decision." Ritsuka Fujimaru, who actually had very different ideas, chose to talk to him, "In short, I want to ask you, Prayer to Hades will definitely be on the list of options.”

This time, Tezcatlipoca showed a somewhat disappointed look: "Are you really not going to resurrect the person on the spot? There is corn in the kitchen that can be used as a new body?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed something was wrong: "Wait a minute, why are you so interested in this matter? Aren't you the more 'observant' side?"

At least in terms of "what is dead is dead and should not come back to life", Tezcatlipoca, as the god of the underworld, is quite disciplined. Even Asclepius holds records. It seemed suspicious that he suddenly proposed a proposal that was contrary to his usual attitude and seemed very interested in it.

There was another five seconds of silence in the room.

"...So you don't realize what you did, right?" Tezcatlipoca asked with a complicated expression.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little flustered by this question: "I...I simulated the godhead and used the power of the underworld to snatch Mita's soul back...?"

"... Let me explain it to you from another perspective." When saying this, Tezcatlipoca could hardly help but laugh, "You have summoned Tzeentch - even a small part - now After entering the world, the reward that He was supposed to take was taken away from Him, and He was also given a punch. This is a great shame and humiliation for God. As long as the soul you snatched continues to survive in the real universe, this will happen. What a shame - hahahahahahaha! Not seeing that Tzeentch's 'expression' at that time was simply the worst loss in your life!"

"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, straightened his neck, buried his face into the pillow again, and said dullly, "You just want to have fun watching His misfortune."

Tezcatlipoca said confidently: "Isn't this beautiful?! I sincerely recommend that you put this solution that everyone is happy with first!"

As a mortal, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who saw the issue more from the perspective of Mita, who was also a mortal, let out a noncommittal sigh into the pillow. She didn't think this was really a "happy-to-all" solution, so she immediately began to try to get rid of the topic: "Speaking of Tzeentch, what on earth is he here to do! I don't believe he really wants me this time Take him back to the Crystal Demon Palace."

Tzeentch said so, but in connection with the many details scattered throughout the whole, there is a problem for those who really believe what he said: First of all, although it is not without cost, Fujimaru Ritsuka has indeed successfully succeeded from the emperor without the help of the emperor. Tzeentch has escaped from the Demon Realm once. With the direct support of the Emperor, she can theoretically even speed pass in the Demon Realm of Tzeentch. Secondly, the emotional expressions of the Chaos God are very obvious and exaggerated. If Tzeentch originally It was planned like this, so when the plan was broken and destiny took new changes, he would never appear so calm in the conversation - he could even chat with Fujimaru Ritsuka for twenty minutes.

Apart from anything else, the famous saying "Everything goes as planned" has to make an appearance, right?

"Don't think too much." Tezcatlipoca comforted, "This is something that will only become a big problem if you figure it out. If you really guess what kind of medicine is sold in Tzeentch's gourd, your The mental state is not far away from the evil god."

Although the Almighty God said so, he actually didn't understand it. He did not rule out the possibility that Tzeentch just suddenly decided to come over and increase his presence in Fujimaru Ritsuka's memory - he himself would sometimes do some similar meaningless actions, just because On a whim. After Tezcatlipoca learned about the events that occurred in the "Singularity Point" through the reverberations of the subspace, it was not that he was completely clueless on this issue: Fujimaru Ritsuka was bleeding at that time, and even if it was just a It was very easy for a small piece of Tzeentch's projection to steal a drop or two without anyone noticing.

There is no doubt that Tzeentch is likely to do this, but Tezcatlipoca prefers that it is at best a convenient thing to do. Because he couldn't think of what the other party could do with this bit of blood. It is true that the blood of the person concerned is a good material that can be used to curse the target, but regardless of the fact that once he does so, even if he does not fail under the joint defense of the Emperor and Tezcatlipoca and suffers a backlash, he will immediately Being subjected to a mixed doubles match by the above two people - considering how much "change" Fujimaru Ritsuka can bring to the empire, the Lord of Changes himself may not want to take the risk of reducing the "service life" of the person involved. , take the initiative to send a curse to it.

As the God of Spells, he quickly sifted through all the tricks in his mind that could be operated with blood except for classic curses. After confirming that nothing could directly break through his defense and affect Fujimaru Ritsuka himself, he put this matter Throw the matter aside. Tezcatlipoca thought: The Emperor might be informed of this, and at most he would kick up Merlin, who was still online but invisible in Chaldea, and work overtime, but there was no need to tell Ritsuka Fujimaru to make her start uselessly upset— —Even if she knew about it, it would not be helpful to the development of the matter. It just adds to the worries.

With this thought in mind, Tezcatlipoca changed the subject inadvertently.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 294 Master, what do you do?

Over the next few hours, Fujimaru Ritsuka had to answer three reprimanding psychic calls from the Emperor himself, Konrad Curze (supervised by Corvos Corax). , and Ferrus Manus. After being trained until she huddled up in aggrieved manner, she desperately realized through instinctive inference that the next time she stepped into Arax Angel Fortress, she would most likely be "invited" into the palace by the Holy Blood Guards. In the church, Sanguinius himself gave the lecture.

Thank goodness Roboute Guilliman had a bad signal. Otherwise she won't be able to sleep today.

In the end, before taking a break, she chose to take her anger out on the Emperor: She folded a piece of printer paper in front of the statue and wrote, "The Emperor turned around and told others what he saw in the warp, without any sense of confidentiality." ’s name tag, stood aside, and then took a psychic blow while escaping.

In contrast, during this period of time, there was obviously no such happy atmosphere on the Shadow Hammer. Perhaps due to Fujimaru Ritsuka's personal advice, the imperial army did not cause any high-intensity armed conflicts in the process of taking over the black ship of the Inquisition, but this does not mean that the crew on it - regardless of the lord they serve Is the relationship between the judges distant or close, and what role does it play in this series of events? What are the more optimistic options for the possible endings in the future?

Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka has ordered that the case should be notified to the Tribunal and assisted by it, it does not mean that the Imperial Army has nothing else to do besides controlling the flow of people on the entire ship. Of course, the screening, interrogation and proper cleaning of relevant personnel can be done before the other party reacts, but under the orders of Fujimaru Ritsuka himself, he sincerely wanted to simply use promethium flames to decompose the entire ship. Force fields, or anything else they thought was useful to "cleanse" the Imperial Guards, still reluctantly showed great restraint.

"Of course I know how similar things are generally handled in the empire." Fujimaru Ritsuka has no doubt that this group of forbidden soldiers, starting from Vasilian, all want to kill the king as a assassin. Specifications are dealt with. Therefore, she drew the bottom line for how to deal with it at the very beginning, "But after the Great Rift unfolded, the rate of time passing in various parts of the galaxy was different. The technology held by the Cronos Order of the Inquisition and Talents are becoming more and more important in today's empire - which means that the empire still has to reuse this department, so when dealing with this matter, I hope that at least the official face will be acceptable to them. "

Under Sevatar's uninvited reminder, the Imperial Guards realized that there was indeed a gray area near this fuzzy line that Fujimaru Ritsuka allowed to exist. But before they had time to get angry about "Why is it that an untrustworthy betrayer like you knows more about the unspoken words of our Lord's spokesperson?", Sigismund had already taken the lead and captured Sevatar into the storm. The Boundary Simulation Room also gave away a gift package of irregular sword fighting.

Neither player was afraid of this, but considering the upcoming arrangements, they stopped fighting soon: after Fujimaru Ritsuka barely slept for two hours, he had to get up again to conduct political social activities as an imperial saint. , Sigismund will still have to stand guard next to her. Therefore, Savita is just making a fool of herself again in this short period of time. However, in a sense, the purpose of the Emperor's Champion has been achieved:

At least, Simonius, who followed Kaelia back from the Astropath Relay Station, after watching the whole process, picked a corner where no one was paying attention, and questioned the leader of the Black Armored Guard face to face: "You are still wearing the iron cavalry style. Well, why can’t I defeat Sigismund wearing ordinary armor?”

Savita only sighed deeply at this, and felt deeply: the father of genes was far away, people's hearts were dispersed, and it was difficult to lead the team.

Then, after the Black Knight left (actually he was still holding back his words and did not express his stance to Fujimaru Ritsuka, but time was limited and it was not his turn), the Lord of the Black Armor Guard completely removed his armor and was backward compatible with other Those black-armored guards who had to remove their armor when they returned to the ship under the "regulations" that included force deterrence, "invited" all those who had just thought about similar problems in their own minds into the simulated octagon. cage.

While the Terran Night Lord, who had the illusion that he might be capable, was once again brutally beaten by Sevatar without armor, Jeanne Alter, who was temporarily given a leave of absence as "A", was leisurely holding some emergency rations dedicated to the Astartes. The ground brushed open a door in Stormbound:

"I know that after seeing what Ritsuka did, you must have realized that the ventilation ducts on this ship will lead to the arsenal." She said nonchalantly as soon as she entered the door, "But you don't know what it is. What kind of figure are you in? If you want to get into the ventilation pipe of the Storm Frontier, you might as well try to survive being split in half."

Thor was knocked down again by a punch. He unknowingly took off his power armor, stuffed it into a set of tattered robes, and locked him in this room. Sahar was standing on the top of the wall and near the ceiling in a strange posture. at the vents. After hearing this, he turned his head and looked down viciously at the "mortal" woman who came through the door.