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

"There is nothing wrong with our fresh air system. You don't need to repair it." Before the other party could speak, Joan of Arc Alter took the lead and threw the ration block in her hand that was no different from a brick in her hand, trying to He smashed down from the position that a normal person couldn't hold on to, "Save your energy, aren't you tired of jumping up and down to plan a jailbreak? Besides, your surname is not Dantès. I don't think you can make a difference in this area." "

For any warrior, a corner is not an easy place to maneuver—let alone a corner on the ceiling. Jeanne Alter had already expected that when she threw a brick, she received the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground accompanied by an angry cry of pain and unintelligible swear words. But she also knew very well that this height would not really hurt a prepared Astartes.

Sahar got up angrily from the ground. In the first moment, he seemed to want to throw the thing that hit him back at Jeanne Alter, but after he realized what it was, he gave up. This idea. He snorted coldly, threw the brick of Astartes rations with a clang on the hard bed that was a little too small for his body, and said angrily: "Are you here to see my joke?"

"Not interested." Joan of Arc Alter waved her hand in disgust, "You are neither handsome nor cute. It would be better to watch Blood Angel."

"Then what are you here for?"

"Let's see if you're dead. If you're not dead, feed you some food. Don't let you really starve to death." Joan of Arc Alter rolled her eyes clearly, "Sevita should have done this, but it's a pity. , he is now busy re-establishing his prestige in front of his subordinates, which was completely destroyed by the Emperor's Champion."

In a sense, this fight is not fair. In this battle where Sigismund beat Sevatar violently in the simulation room, the cavalry-style Terminator armor worn by the latter was just in vain - Joan of Arc Alter herself was enduring Arjuna's reprimand at the time And complaining, judging from the result, she was very unkind and let Savita face an angry black knight alone.

But don’t expect her to feel any guilt about this: after all, Sigismund can’t borrow Jorgeos’s Spirit Key at any time. This is a fair "one-on-one" relationship.

Jeanne Alter originally thought that the other party would be interested in this story, or at least after this incident, he would finally remember to ask questions like "Which Sigismund is this Emperor Champion you mentioned?" However, Sahar just stood there for a while, and finally said "Oh" in a daze.

Sahar, who only extracted the layer of "even a person like Sevatar needs to maintain his prestige in front of his subordinates", didn't know what he associated with it, and felt a complicated sense of sympathy. But Jeanne Alter was too lazy to guess his twists and turns of thoughts. Seeing his unenthusiastic reaction, the idea of ​​"talking to him more" instantly disappeared by half: "Anyway, I have to say by the way: Ritsuka is different from us. She has a lot of other things to do, but when she has free time, she will definitely come to talk to you about the follow-up of this matter. Before that, you'd better wait quietly, don't-"

"——There is no follow-up." After being reminded of what had just happened, Sahar's attitude towards this was quite negative, "If you want to 'dispose' of me, it doesn't have to be so troublesome."

"Why did you want to go there?" Jeanne d'Arc Alter was quite impatient, "Tsk, that's why I didn't want to come over. I just agreed to Sevita's request unnecessarily - anyway, you are still grounded now. , so don’t leave this room, especially don’t hit the guns of the Forbidden Army in the past two days. You will be given a meal once a day. If you are bored, you can ask the person who delivers the meal to bring you two books from the library. Time, but you don’t have the right to be picky about the types of books.”

"...There's no need to go to that trouble." Sahar repeated in a low voice as if to himself, "It's better to kill me with one knife."

Mita is dead. Even if he missed most of the important process, he could easily understand the final result. The news did bring him some sadness, but more importantly to him, the coordinates of the planet where the Night King's Crown was hidden were something that only she, a psyker, could accurately state. Sahar once again lost the relics of his genetic father. The fact that this fact brought about an even greater and more terrifying sense of loss made him palpitate.

The thread that barely tied him to this time that did not belong to him was completely broken. The moment he realized this, he seemed to feel himself falling in the endless void of complete darkness - darkness should be the friend of the Son of the Night, But this darkness revealed to him the meaninglessness of nothing, making him feel a bone-chilling coldness and helpless fear.

After a while, he realized that this feeling should be called "loneliness".

Joan of Arc Alter had finished speaking, but Sahar's haunted and dead look really made her feel that something was wrong all over her body. She could have just closed the door and locked it and walked away, but - maybe because the saint who was her prototype left a little bit of conscience in her at an inappropriate time, she still chose to ask angrily:

"What, are you thinking about your little girlfriend?"

As if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion, Sahar suddenly turned his head at a completely unnecessary speed and shouted angrily: "She is not a 'little girlfriend'! She is my witch - she serves me! "

"Whatever you say." Joan of Arc Alter smiled narrowly, "What Ashne is now——"

"——She's not dead?!" At that moment, Sahar's whole body almost lit up. Joan of Arc Alter looked amused, and then mercilessly exposed the other party's unrealistic fantasies:

"She's dead." She not only said it cruelly, but also examined Sahar's emotional changes with a kind of cruel interest. "The incident report has not been written yet. I only heard a brief summary in the infirmary. : It would be fine if she just became a demon host, but after that, the Lord of Changes, through the connection of his servants, also projected a small piece of himself on the woman's body - after all, the personality was too different. Of course, even a mere mortal would be completely hopeless, not to mention the mutations and distortions caused by Chaos. In the end, even her physical body was completely destroyed by the black sword. In fact, she was already dead. die."

Jeanne Alter watched with interest for a few seconds. Sahar was clearly angry, but had to hold it back because he already knew that a armed conflict with her would not lead to a situation that was beneficial to him. Then he added the most important words: "Despite saying that, Ritsuka finally succeeded in getting her soul back."

"...?"

The expression on Sahar's face instantly transformed into one of bewildered disbelief. The soul was no longer a new concept to him, nor was the fact that the soul existed. He could definitely understand what Joan of Arc Alter meant in this sentence, but it would obviously take some time to fully accept them.

Joan of Arc Alter thought that she had had enough fun, so she took advantage of this "little time" without any sense of martial ethics, decisively stepped back and closed the door and locked it. It was only then that Sahar finally realized what this sentence meant. He rushed to the door of the cell that was temporarily used as a solitary room, and realized (again) that he could not open the door. After that, he began to try to attract other people's attention by making loud noises with his fists on the door panel:

"Where is she?! I want to see her-"

Unfortunately, the only response he received was a string of satisfied laughter from women in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 295 Master of Language Arts Sanguinius

What happened aboard the Shadow Hammer did not have much physical ripples because of the timely blockade and quiet handling by the Custodes, and the same was true politically. Except for the department itself that is closely related to this matter and the Blood Angels Chapter as the host, no matter how powerful the imperial officials are, the exact information they can get is that "the Imperial Saint Custodians suddenly took over." Just a black ship of the Inquisition."

Considering that within just a few hours after this incident, the Imperial Saint himself once again appeared in public activities in a personable manner, smiling and smiling. There was nothing unusual in his demeanor, words and deeds, and he remained like this for two or three days in a row. Officials gradually relaxed their nerves after realizing that "no matter what happened here, the attack area should not continue to expand." After all, the affairs between the throne's envoys should be left alone. Knowing that even if a storm blows up, it will not be their turn to suffer direct damage. For them, this matter can be over - it is more important to protect their own one-third of an acre of land.

Fujimaru Ritsuka spent several days like this, praising the Emperor with the Patriarch of the Ecclesiastical Church in the morning, praising the Ohm Messiah with the Casting Sages of the Mechanicum in the afternoon, and having a good time with the officials of the Ministry of Interior in the evening. There was a lot of talk in the high-sounding scenes, and there was also a lot of work done overtly and covertly to collect intelligence data and build relationships. Even if the large-scale engineering projects she plans to build in Baar haven't been put on the schedule yet, it's definitely not wrong to first find out the temperament of the people talking in these departments - after all, doing civil engineering also requires people and sophistication. Even if Sigismund has outstanding abilities, Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously cannot expect him to be able to handle the human world as well.

She admitted that although she was indeed busy these past few days, she was indeed using the excuse of being "busy" to walk around the Cathedral of the Holy Blood. Relatively speaking, the Blood Angels Chapter has been really busy recently - as Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Dante at the dinner, they are now facing a series of severe Chapter and sub-group scheduling problems:

The return of the Gene Father (even if only part of his soul is currently there) is theoretically a major event that should be announced to the world, but whether this event really should be announced to the world is another matter. On this matter alone, the Blood Angels Chapter has held several meetings at different levels, and it took two days to really make a decision, and decided to "hide it for now, but don't hide it completely." tone.

This is because Mephiston strongly stated that it was a done deal and that the fact that "Sanguinius' soul returned to Baal" should not be spread everywhere in the warp by astrology. However, the return of the Gene Father was too difficult to keep from other sub-groups (at the request of the person involved). Therefore, the war group made a decision: to recall the Blood Angel sub-groups in batches in the name of defense changes, work reports, etc., and let them Pilgrimage back to Baal.

As for the sub-groups that cannot be called out for similar reasons, they can only wait until the whole matter is settled, and the chapter leader Dante comes forward with a look of regret and tells them: "You have no idea that in this matter, If you disobey, you will miss something."

Although the decision has been made, in practice, there is still an important issue of "who to call first and who to call later", and it still requires a long period of tug-of-war to get the result. Before the next round of chapter meetings began, several members of the Holy Blood Guard blocked Fujimaru Ritsuka's path in time and politely invited her before she hid back in the Stormbound. Cathedral of the Holy Blood.

To be honest, Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't want to go, but there is no point in embarrassing these Holy Blood Guards - there is nothing that Sanguinius is determined to do that cannot be accomplished, even if he is just a piece of statue that can only be attached to himself temporarily. on the soul. So, she finally sat in the third row of the church in a position that was relatively friendly to her cervical spine. She looked up at the statue's shining face surrounded by gold foil and gems, and complained angrily: "You I have already heard most of what you want to say.”

"I guess so." Sanguinius, who was talking about safety education but had no intention of talking about it, did not deny it. "After all, in real time, I have been late for more than three days."

"So why did you call me here?" The disapproving eyes of the Holy Blood Guards could not stop the resentment in Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, "Preaching to me? Give me another group of security personnel? Or do you really have something? , For example, if you want to talk to me about serious matters such as 'The consciousness of the planet soul makes you feel uncomfortable', please shut up if the former is the case, and please speak up quickly if the latter is the case."

"Wow, you are so angry." Sanguinius sighed simply, "What did they say to you?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was silent for a few seconds after asking this question. In these few seconds, she couldn't hold back the words she had been holding back for three days, so she still jumped up from the bench and complained angrily:

"Can you imagine? That Konrad Coates actually advised me to respect myself! To be honest, who among us is the person who doesn't respect himself enough to commit suicide? Mr. Ferrus is not much better, He warned me not to rush at the enemy in front of me when my head is hot, but I thought it was not me who rushed towards me! The emperor also warned me that I had to run when I should run - Let me tell you, as long as I have some sense of justice in this matter, none of these hell joke masters will escape! What's the use of hindsight! I should really cherish my life in this position, but the lives of those around me are the same. Doesn’t it count? Objectively, I admit that the cost and effectiveness of everyone in the empire do make life count. Subjectively, Tzeentch slapped him on his face. Why did I think of it at that time? Objective! I’m not a computer! No matter what you say to me, no matter if it happens again, a hundred times, or even ten thousand times, I will choose to grab Mita!”

In the Cathedral of the Holy Blood at this moment only, all the above names and events are not top secrets, but when they are put together by Fujimaru Ritsuka in this form, the effect is still very explosive - —At the very least, almost all members of the Holy Blood Guard present were stunned.

"Calm down, calm down." Sanguinius, who was suppressing a smile, comforted him uneasily, "Since you have made up your own mind, I can't say much. But I also have to complain to you: You This was really scary.”

Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was once again reminded of his mistake, quickly stopped and sat back on his chair, dejectedly saying: "I'm reflecting on it..."

"If you know it yourself, I won't say more." Sanguinius repeated again, and then said with a slight smile, "After all, I know how scary you are when you are really angry."

"What's so scary?" Fujimaru Ritsuka said wistfully, "It's just incompetence and rage."

"I have never seen anyone in a state of 'impotent rage' that could pierce the heart of the original body within ten seconds." Sanguinius reminded meaningfully, "So actually I believe that, Even when you face the power of chaos, you are not completely helpless."

He was talking about something that happened in the fantasy world. The victim of this incident was Perturabo, who had just finished a round of eleven kills among the Iron Warriors. Theoretically, for Sanguinius and Fujimaru Ritsuka, such an incident did occur, but in fact, Fujimaru Ritsuka waved his hands at it with a strong negative meaning, and obviously had no intention of incorporating it into his own Achievements:

"Things in the simulated environment cannot be taken seriously." She used a concept that is more widely accepted in this matter to explain, "What's more, that time I was completely using the law of causality weapon to calculate mentally and unintentionally. The situation at that time was I'm on the verge of death. If the opponent doesn't give in after this attack and the harsh words, then it will definitely be me who will die... Wait a minute, Sanguinius, you are plotting against me!"

In the process of unconscious review, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly realized that the incident that she had completely screwed up and the incident that she almost screwed up now had a similar root cause: she was because of A matter that had almost nothing to do with him suddenly rushed to the forefront of the conflict.

"I didn't say anything. You thought of it all yourself." Sanguinius said in a very innocent tone, "In principle, because of your current role and status, I do have to remind you to be careful with your words and actions to protect yourself and try to handle everything perfectly. But in fact, I quite like your flaw that you keep making the same mistake. It makes you look more human than the rest of us."

This compliment calmed down the resentment that was boiling up again in Fujimaru Ritsuka, and she retracted all the spikes that had exploded in her instincts. She just crossed her arms and complained in a low voice: "I am a human being after all."

"I can't say." Sanguinius, who was well versed in the art of conversation, changed the topic slightly. "Some guys who are biologically human are really not interested in doing anything. You and I have seen many such people."

Hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka habitually over-interpreted: "Who made you angry again? If the Ninth Primarch is temporarily unable to move, the Imperial Saint can fight for him."

"Not really." Sanguinius sighed, "It's just that I missed too many things, and I've been busy making up for them recently. It's just based on my feelings."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had straightened up, leaned back on the chair again: "Although this is a bit off-topic, I do think it is more appropriate to leave this problem to Mr. Robert to worry about. Maybe you can also start to deal with it in the future if you are thinking about it. For a moment, I think this kind of systemic problem really can’t help at all.”

"What?" Listening to Sanguinius's slightly stern voice, Fujimaru Ritsuka could almost see his raised eyebrows raised in doubt, "Are you going to give up your job?"

"I'm still picking up other things." The person being questioned immediately said that he didn't want to fish, but that he was really unable to do so. "Within twenty years—it's been nineteen years now—we have to build To put it simply, it is a large-scale fortress project. During this period, it is equivalent to setting up a target and waiting for chaos to attack. My mission is also very urgent! "

"I don't mean to complain, but I just want to remind you that the place where you set a target for Chaos to attack is my home." Sanguinius said, "So you just concentrate on your business, and I will handle the Chaos problem. Of course, if you can It would be better to free me from this imprisoned state as soon as possible."

The first part of this paragraph is of course very heartwarming, but the last sentence made Fujimaru Ritsuka suspicious again: "Considering that you can only be regarded as a person without civil capacity, I think the last question should refer to your current position. The opinions of the Chapter Master and Chief Think Tank will be beneficial.”

"Considering that Baal Samsung actually has little to do with you as a Terran," Sanguinius changed the subject again, "I have to worry in advance whether you will get mad again for some reason. Throw yourself to the front line.”

"Boomerang, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka complained angrily and amusingly, "And how can you say it doesn't matter much? This is an important point in the empire's ability to maintain its rule from the dark side! What if there really is a day when the army comes to the city? , everyone will risk their lives to defend it. Whether it is culture, history, politics, geography, or military, the Baal Three Stars have such an important position. "

"This is my home planet, the home of all Blood Angels. Of course I know all this." Sanguinius' tone became serious, "So, as I said before - from any possible source Protecting her existence in the face of criminal enemies is a problem I need to deal with. I don't mean to exclude you from this, but if there is a day when the army comes and Baal is about to be lost - hear me out - The last thing I need is for you to stay on this planet and fight to the death with us."

Before the Holy Blood Guards could express any opinions on this sentence, Fujimaru Ritsuka jumped up from the chair again: "But -"

"I know that your emotions will definitely not let go of all this, but you must remember that your battlefield is not here." Sanguinius's voice became stern, "Your victory does not lie in the gains and losses of one city or one place. The prosperity of a world does not depend on whether Baal Samsung can survive the invasion of Chaos. This is our home, so I will stay with the Blood Angels until the end - but not yours. If Baal is destined to fall, then you should leave then and choose the next world with a long history that can ignite the fire of hope. You must always remember that no matter how much it costs, as long as the light of the lighthouse cuts through the highest sky. The moment of turbid darkness comes and you can claim victory."

Sanguinius's voice echoed under the empty dome, and for a while no one made any sound except the echo of these words. The small buzzing sound naturally emitted when the power armor worn by the Holy Blood Guards was in operation was almost completely hidden by the incense-scented breeze in the temple. Fujimaru Ritsuka remained frozen in this environment for a few seconds. Zhong, and then suddenly became angry: "It's still eight million light years away from disappearing. How can it be as serious as you say! Tell me, this paragraph is just safety education in essence!"

"You won't listen if I don't make it more serious." Sanguinius' voice returned to his usual gentle and cheerful tone when he acquiesced to this point, "By the way, if things really come to that point, what I said before will also be "

"I will never let it develop to that point! No one will allow it!" Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted his teeth, "Who would start planning to die for the country before the plan is launched? Can you think of something good for yourself? "

"It's not my fault, you started it first." Sanguinius took advantage of the situation and started to act rogue, "If you want to scold me in this regard, you first get rid of your habit of mentioning the twenty-year deadline at all times - you There is still a lot of life left.”

This sentence silenced Fujimaru Ritsuka for a few seconds, but in the end, she just sighed with a hint of regret:

"Of course I hope so," she said.

(End of this chapter)

Once again, I updated the extra jpg

Once again, I updated the extra chapter.jpg

I will finish writing the sequel this week while the main story is coming to an end.jpg

These days should be all about updating the extra chapters (lying down peacefully).

By the way, I have 10,000 daily jokes that were aborted in my uterus. Every time I tell my friends about them, they will beat me up and ask “why don’t you write them?” But if I write these, I won’t have the energy to write the main story. So when will I be able to finish it? - (Leopard Death)

(End of this chapter)

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It's really frustrating that I can only write 500 words. I still have several questions that I haven't explained in this update——

In addition, daily life is only cute when it is used as a meme. If you ask me to write it, it will fail immediately. Just like you will never imagine, the original body return extra story that I am updating now is essentially for a plate of vinegar dumplings.

What I actually did was that I made the dumplings and then invited everyone to eat them, but I didn’t give them vinegar.

There is no other way! After carefully reading the outline, I found that the dish of vinegar was the most meaningless part so I deleted it!!!

That dish of vinegar:

As we all know, the size of the Primarch is very different from that of the Astartes, so when Guda first returned to the Legion, he found that the Batboy had specially decorated a room for her and prepared daily necessities for her. But! Yes! The direction was wrong! Guda's model was mortal specifications! She couldn't use anything prepared for the Primarch (a big guy over three meters away)! The Batboy was horrified, but Guda laughed out loud and said that he liked it very much, and then really tried to use it. As a result, the Batboy was even more horrified, and then began to replace the relevant utensils in the Primarch's room at the pace of a hamster moving house...

I have finished speaking, everyone should just consider it as having drunk this dish of vinegar (peaceful).

(End of this chapter)

Free extra: Angel Guda didn't make wine but talked about the original body

Free extra: Angel Guda didn't make wine but talked about the original body

Actually, after the mention of the old events in the illusion, Angel and Guda should have started to revisit them, after all, there is really no one in 42K who can talk to them about the Primarch. But because this is unnecessary jealousy, and it will cause unnecessary trouble to the Holy Blood Guards present (this unnecessary trouble will produce the number of words that bother me), so...

The following is a conversation that took place in the subspace (which does not exist):——

Ritsuka Fujimaru: I admit that I have double standards. I just don’t like Perturabo. I look at him with a preconceived attitude, and then I just don’t like everything about him.

Sanguinius: But wasn't that your first official meeting when that incident happened? You probably hadn't had time to form any prejudices against him by then.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: However, as I prepare to review this matter in front of you, I obviously already have a deep bias. It is unrealistic to expect me to say something rational and objective now.

Sanguinius: There is no need to be so realistic. I just want to understand your thoughts. This is the only time you have been angry in the relatively "peaceful" years before the Heresy, and I think it is an important sample worthy of study.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: There is nothing to study. He pissed me off, I hated him, that's all, and then everything just happened naturally.

Sanguinius: Is that really all?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Okay, I admit that when I saw the Iron Warriors attacking Nostramo, I did regret that I shouldn't have made the relationship so awkward. But thinking back, he even killed his own offspring with 11 strokes! No one can persuade me.

Sanguinius: ...You didn't understand me. What I meant was that, at least at that time, you were brothers and sisters after all.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Seventeen brothers is a bit too many for me. I am narrow-minded. I don't have that much brotherly love to share equally with everyone, so I think it won't be a problem to expel one or two appropriately.

Sanguinius: I know you are lying, but I don't know what the problem is. The only contradiction I can point out is that you are obviously not a narrow-minded person. Otherwise, Ferrus would have been the first to suffer before Perturabo.

Sanguinius: Honestly, I really don't understand how you and Ferrus - I mean the one in the illusion - could have tolerated each other in the beginning. He had the words "despise you" written all over his face.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: It's normal. I'm not as good as him. Besides, he looked down on almost everyone at that time. He thought the emperor was the boss and he was the second, and the others were irrelevant. I was just counted as an outsider by him, so there's nothing to be angry about.

Sanguinius: But is eleven kills worth your anger?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: If you really want me to explain why I got angry, I can only say that it was an instinctive reaction. You know that my cultural background is completely different from that of the Empire, right?

Sanguinius: Could you tell me more about that?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: It is impossible to explain the logic of a society in a few words, so I will give you a brief explanation, but don't believe it all: Where I was born, the hierarchy of ethics is generally based on "king is king, minister is minister, father is father, son is son". But when the king is not a king and the father is not a father, the ministers can't bear the humiliation and start to rebel.

Sanguinius: The inferior overthrows the superior.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: To put it more bluntly, it was rebellion. Of course, due to the connection of the base contract, it was almost impossible for the Astartes to rebel against their gene fathers under the action of instinct. So I did it for them out of my own empathy - and then of course I messed up the whole thing because I ignored the wishes of the parties involved.

Sanguinius: Now, I only know that you shot a hole through Perturabo's heart, but I haven't asked you how it all turned out.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: It didn't work. I took away all the Iron Warriors who were about to be killed, secretly gave them a planet and the corresponding resource allocation authority, but this was just roasting them on the fire. Even after experiencing this, Perturabo did not have the slightest idea of ​​changing his ruling strategy, and the Iron Warriors I took away...

Sanguinius: ...Let me guess, they tried to go back?