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

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Most of them. They knew that they would die if they went back. Everyone knew that after the conflict between Perturabo and I, these brave men I took away were the living proof of his failure. That stingy guy definitely didn't have the tolerance to tolerate others.

Sanguinius: ...Well, even so, Perturabo has some merits. At least, you know that he designed and built the Nightfall, right?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: But the Emperor sent her to me, and the designer's plan is no more important than the opinion of her new master. I admit that some of the settings inside are exquisite, but he shouldn't show his favor to a blind peacock. Conrad might like those parts, but unfortunately I have no interest in running a large-scale horror escape room studio for killing. Let me explain to avoid misunderstanding: this decision was made before I had the above prejudice against Perturabo. Using the tight space in the starship for a multi-purpose concert hall, a large library and an ecological park is obviously a more beneficial choice.

Sanguinius: You know what's the saddest thing? Perturabo would have agreed with your last statement.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: I noticed that you have been trying to say good things about him today. What makes you care so much about what a traitor says about me?

Sanguinius: I have no intention of defending the Daemon Primarch who has betrayed the Imperium. I am just genuinely curious about your comprehensive evaluation system for others, and why Perturabo, who is still loyal and hardworking, only received such a pitiful score in this system.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: (Thinking)

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Before explaining this question, I would like to emphasize that I was born in a peaceful era. Under this premise, my mother taught me some knowledge that was very useful in that environment.

Sanguinius: What kind of knowledge?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: "If you want to fall in love, it's best to find a way to go shopping with the boy you like at least once before confessing your love - order food at a restaurant, buy things at a convenience store, buy tickets at a movie theater, and then see how he treats the store clerks."

Sanguinius: ...?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: The underlying principle of this strategy is that a person is more likely to reveal his true nature when facing someone who is lower than him and who he can completely control. This is the power instinct of human beings, and the Primarchs are no exception. And for a Primarch who controls a legion, the Astartes under his command perfectly meet all the above conditions - and when I was about to meet him in person for the first time, he was killing eleven people in his own legion. It's a pity that it only takes a moment for some prejudices to form.

Sanguinius: ...I see. You are more prone to empathy.

Ritsuka Fujimaru: I insist that this is a necessary quality for a leader, although in actual operation and practice, this quality is often not reflected in the orders given by the parties involved.

Sanguinius: I agree.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: So you agree that the Emperor deserves to have his shin bones punched by me.

Sanguinius: Wait a moment.

Sanguinius: Where did this come from? I didn't say that.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: I thought that last time we had reached a consensus on the fact that the Emperor suffers from an incurable disease called 'Bad Father Syndrome'.

Sanguinius: You can't say that. Father also had his own difficulties. He was indeed forced to use some rough methods in communicating with some brothers, but he did have the ability to empathize... (Volume fades)

(Suspicious silence)

Fujimaru Ritsuka: You can continue your performance. I will strictly follow theatrical etiquette, remain completely silent during the performance and stand up and applaud appropriately after the performance. But I still have to remind you: these words are only used to fool the believers of the state religion and historians, don't fool yourself.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Your emotional intelligence is 10,000 times higher than his. I said that. If even you, as his son, have to work very hard to understand his thoughts, then I can say that under his psychedelic manipulation, it is better to have no empathy at all. At least, if he really doesn't have it, he can feel more at ease when doing some bad things.

Sanguinius: One guess: you are resentful of the fact that he spread your deeds throughout the Warp in a flash.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Just as I still insist on plotting to "smear your face with a pillow".

Sanguinius: Speaking of which, "I'm so embarrassed." (He hesitates to speak)

Fujimaru Ritsuka: What's wrong? I remember you mentioned Mortarion the last time we talked about this.

Sanguinius: He's, uh, changed a lot.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Considering the irregular passage of time in the subspace, it is possible that he experienced hundreds of years in just half a year in the real universe. It is not incomprehensible that he has undergone a drastic change during this period.

Sanguinius: I am sure the Emperor has not yet fast-forwarded the Astronomican.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: So what is holding you back? Is it that the "materialist" Mortarion finally realized that he is a congenital psychic holy body and started to do some things that a wizard should do?

Sanguinius: Not quite, but almost.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Please tell me in detail.

Sanguinius: Do you have any unique insights into the sudden obsession with cleanliness exhibited by a Daemon Primarch of Nurgle after being cut off from the memetic contamination of Chaos?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Oh, this is undoubtedly a kind of compensatory psychology, an obsessive thought caused by severe traumatic stress when the person recalls past experiences... Phew——

Fujimaru Ritsuka: (laughing wildly)

Sanguinius: I understand your feelings. This is really funny. I laughed too. But Captain Garro is almost driven crazy by the torture. Even in the warp environment, the one kilometer radius around Mortarion is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. He even wants to use a flamethrower to sterilize everything nearby. He can't do anything like this. The desperate Cursed Death Guards want to consult if there is any way to persuade this Primarch who has fallen into another extreme.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: (Silent laughter)

Sanguinius: I may be worrying too much, but you are not hyperventilating, are you?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Oh my god, my lungs hurt from laughing. Someone remind him that what he is doing now is essentially the same as the World Purification Plague Army. It is rare for someone to escape from the hands of the Lord of Plague and immediately complete a perfect 360-degree turn and turn back again.

Sanguinius: Are you sure you want me to take this back with me?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Please apologize to the loyalists of the Death Guard on my behalf. I don't have any good ideas. Mortarion has to get over his own problems by himself - but I just hate not being able to laugh at him in person. If he asks, just say that I am a very vengeful person and I still hate him for saying that I have no independent consciousness.

Sanguinius: ...You could actually laugh at him "in person" if you wanted to.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: There are too many Primarchs in the psychic circuits, Konrad will riot. I can't say if there will be any bloody accidents, but at least the last time I connected, he looked very eager to reverse summon me to the Emperor's Shadow. If Mr. Corvus hadn't stopped him, he would have done it.

Sanguinius: Didn't the Shadow of the Emperor sink?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Don't worry about what the ship was originally called. After Mr. Corvos got on board, it was renamed the Emperor's Shadow.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Speaking of which, when will your Red Tear be deployed? I heard that the Iron Hands took out the Iron Fist in no time.

Sanguinius: I will just wait for my reliable Chapter Master to make the arrangements. After all, 10,000 years have passed, and the Chapter has its own track. Before these explicit and implicit rules are thoroughly sorted out, I cannot intervene immediately.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: (stare)

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Let me confirm, are you really trying hard to observe the current situation and learn, or are you trying to postpone the date of your return to work?

Sanguinius: Do you think I am that kind of person?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: I know you are that kind of person, just as you know I am that kind of person. To put it bluntly, I am planning to throw part of my construction work to Mr. Ferrus as soon as possible, and then concentrate on pulling you up, so that I can throw the remaining part of the internal affairs coordination work to you, and you can be at ease as my national religion mascot.

Sanguinius: (Silence)

Sanguinius: When will Robert come? The Second Astronomical Torch is such a big project, the Imperial Regent must come to cut the ribbon.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: I heard the hidden meaning of "you also want to be a mascot without work", but let me remind you that those who are capable should do more work. Besides, do you think it is really that easy to be a mascot of a state religion? Every time I met with the archbishop, I felt that I was suffering from continuous mental damage.

Sanguinius: (sighs with annoyance)

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Regarding this point, I suggest you seek advice from Mr. Robert after he arrives. He has accumulated a wealth of experience in dealing with state religion fanatics in the past hundred years.

Sanguinius: Don't you have any experience you can lend me?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Read and memorize the entire text of the first edition of the Records of the Holy Word, and then go to debate with the state religion.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: By the way, if operated properly, this trick can also be used against a few Mechanicus sages. It allows you to miraculously reach a consensus with them on the general direction without even learning any binary language.

Sanguinius: Well, I'd better wait for Robert to come.

Sanguinius: I have another question: Obviously, you do not believe that the Emperor is a god, so how did you read the book written by Lorgar?

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Although I admit that the Emperor is a human being and I have the courage to punch his shin bones, it does not mean that I cannot regard him as a god at certain times.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Magicians often have a very flexible bottom line, and telling lies with open eyes is also a necessary quality: even if human history has entered the 42nd millennium, magicians can still use the principle of geocentrism to construct magic with their eyes closed. This is why people who are too rational and too pragmatic are often isolated from mystery, just like Mr. Robert.

Sanguinius: I seem to detect a slight complaint.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Not considering Mr. Leon, who I have not yet successfully pinned down, the Imperial Regent is currently the only one who has not successfully joined the Primarch's psychic LAN in the summoning room of Storm's Edge. This forced me to send him a long-distance astropathic message that can cross the Great Rift to inform him of the current situation before he comes to the dark side again. Do you know how much direct economic loss will be caused by sending such an astropathic message?

Sanguinius: Is it my imagination? The things you care about make you look more and more like him.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: If that's the case, it's normal. I've actually spent a year studying the fifth volume of the Codex Astartes. Although after 10,000 years, some Chapters that were bound by dogmatism have turned it into a set of toilet paper due to excessive implementation, all readers must admit that if used properly, it is indeed a series of very meaningful reference manuals.

Sanguinius: Come on, I played chess with you. I don't think you need Robert to teach you strategy and tactics.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: But I really need him to teach me how to deal with logistics. In the fifth volume, he detailed how an Astartes ship-based regiment should ensure self-sufficiency in the void. After referring to this recyclable logistics system, the Codex not only helped me feed the entire Lion's Mane, but also certainly provided basic living security for millions of workers in the subsequent civil engineering construction - at least it allowed me to understand the strange policies that the Ministry of the Interior came up with when resettling refugees.

Sanguinius: It occurs to me that some of the Ultramarines could use some lessons from you on how to read the Codex.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: Tell them to ask their own Primarch. This is how the Holy Scripture was supposed to be used.

Sanguinius: But their Primarch has not been able to solve this problem yet.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: The laws established by our ancestors cannot be changed even by the ancestors themselves.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: I suddenly had a very hellish idea.

Sanguinius: What?

Ritsuka Fujimaru: The reason why Mr. Ferrus has not come yet has nothing to do with the current situation of the Nachmond Corridor. It’s just that it is difficult for him to dig up his ancestors’ graves, so he has to engage in a constant struggle with his genetic descendants.

Sanguinius: ...

Sanguinius: Putting myself in their shoes, I find that I cannot laugh.

Sanguinius: Let me ask first, do you need the remains I left behind ten thousand years ago to participate in the ritual you designed?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 296: On how tyrannical the richest man in mankind is

After escaping from the Cathedral of the Holy Blood, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who thought that all the preaching of the original body that could reach her had come to an end, could finally let out a sigh of relief. The only person she had to deal with next was Sigismund, and based on her experience, as long as she could find the right direction and didn't make any mistakes, the heirs of Dorne were always very easy to coax. Fujimaru Ritsuka is very confident in handling (getting through) this problem appropriately.

Provided that she didn't spot Mephiston in her peripheral vision mid-sigh.

Admittedly, she did not have any unnecessary fear of the Chief Thinker of the Blood Angels himself, but the possibility brought about by the fact that the other party's figure appeared at the edge of her sight still made her spit it out before she could. He choked back half a breath.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's first reaction was that the think tank chief had something to say about her "great achievements" not long ago, but then she realized that this was her fault. Next, she began to nervously check in her memory what activities Chaldea had carried out after landing in Baal. When Mephiston himself stepped in front of her from the edge of her peripheral vision a few seconds later, she had finished reviewing it, convinced that she had not messed up anything, and regained the confidence from this conclusion. The courage and confidence to face the other person with your head held high.

These courage and self-confidence were well maintained until the end of the pleasantries between the two parties, and the chief think tank directly invited the imperial saint to "have a light meal." There is nothing wrong with the invitation itself. Everyone knows that "having a casual meal" is just an excuse for being drunk. In fact, it is just that Mephiston wants to talk to Fujimaru Ritsuka alone about certain things. In the past, the latter would of course have accepted it without any fear, but unfortunately, it was not long after Fujimaru Ritsuka got into trouble, and he was still being closely monitored.

So, with just the right amount of trepidation, she cast a questioning look at Sigismund behind her.

-

In fact, even as a founding group, the Blood Angels almost became a complete Primaris war group after their home planet of Baal was ravaged by the Leviathan Hive. It is said that after that devastating battle, there were only about 300 Blood Angel survivors left, and most of the sub-groups that were summoned were in disarray, and even the entire organization was completely destroyed in the sea of ​​​​worms. If the Indomitus Expedition fleet led by Guilliman had not rushed to the rescue in time and used the Primaris technology of the Sons of Unplanned and the Great Sage Caul to transfuse blood into the battle group, the bloodline of the Archangels might have been cut off in that tragic and earth-shattering war.

With the help of the Imperial Regent, the Blood Angels chapter survived, but excessive attrition caused them to replenish themselves with Primaris warriors, but the Firstborn Astartes accounted for a lower proportion - —Even made the Blood Angels become the founding group with the highest proportion of Primaris Space Marines, no one else. Today, as the Primaris technology is becoming more and more mature, the only remaining first-born son in the chapter has either fallen on the battlefield, or has crossed the Rubicon River that belongs to him alone. The Primaris Astartes are in the Holy Blood. The proportion among angels will only get higher and higher.

The result is: Sigismund, as the undoubted firstborn son, looks petite and cute in comparison when walking among the Blood Angels. Fujimaru Ritsuka himself is even more impressive among these three-meter-old think tank giants. It is made into a small particle.

When he was first invited, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not expect that he would be directly invited into the Think Tank Sanctuary. True, she was an Imperial Saint, or so the Custodes said she had that title, but a facility guarding a Chapter's most important secrets would not theoretically be open to others simply because of a distinguished title. This fact may be interpreted in many different ways, and Fujimaru Ritsuka carefully chose a neutral guess: Mephiston believes that some psychic defenses should be deployed in the following conversation. , and a certain room in the think tank sanctuary obviously has more suitable conditions.

She and Sigismund had already passed some Astartes guards guarding certain gates, but Mephiston, who was leading the way, had no intention of stopping and still took them deeper into the sanctuary. The guards in blue think tank armor were motionless, as if they were not living people, but sculptures placed there merely as intimidating decorations. But Fujimaru Ritsuka has no doubt about the threat these "sculptures" actually possess. The evidence is that the deeper they go in the sanctuary, the more violent the black knight following her not far behind becomes.

But that could also be because Sigismund sensed something that Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't. Even after the Servant of Chaldea's Destiny Summoning System materialized into the world, Sigismund, who only existed in the state of a soul among the Cursed Legion, once again acquired a physical entity, but his essence was still closer to that of the subspace. On one side, you can gain a little bit of transcendent perception. Even if he has no relevant knowledge, he may be able to instinctively realize what the symbols and mantras engraved on the walls represent and what threats they may pose - however, regardless of the specific reasons, Fujimaru Ritsuka feels that the most important thing for him is to Fortunately, some measures were taken before the latter really exploded.

"Mr. Mephiston, I'm sorry, but would you mind telling us our final destination?" she asked, but Mephiston didn't make too much of a fuss about the issue: "We are heading to my sanctuary. "But before that, I think there is something else in the sanctuary that should be shown to you."

"So, you took us a long way around in an arc." Sigismund said.

There was no doubt the stark accusation in this sentence, but Mephiston admitted it without realizing it: "Yes, I admit it, but sometimes such detours are necessary because of the internal structure of the sanctuary." Some paths exist outside the norm.”

This is a euphemism. A more accurate statement is "not complying with physical constraints", and everyone present knows this. Perhaps no matter which world the occultists build, when they build residences, positions, workshops, or any buildings with similar functions, it is a common phenomenon to do something with the internal space. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who took the initiative to understand the "Think Tank Sanctuary" as the "Magic Workshop", naturally understood it tacitly, and even Sigismund, who knew nothing about psychic powers, had already understood this on the Storm Frontier.

The Black Knight closed his mouth angrily and muttered something like "I feel uncomfortable all over here." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to glance at him slightly worriedly, but then Mephiston's voice rang out:

"We are here." The Chief Librarian said this in front of a tall, magnificent door covered with exquisite reliefs. Then, while raising one hand and using his psychic power, he turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka and gave him an additional warning, "No offense, sir, but your body as a mortal is more fragile. Please pay attention to the changes in light."

Sigismund, who had become irritable due to the inexplicable pressure all around him, wanted to ask back at this moment, "How else can the light inside the building change? Did you install high-power lumen lights in the room for no reason?" But before this sentence reached the end in his mind, the door had already opened under the impetus of the Chief Think Tank's psychic power:

With just a gap, the few people standing at the door were swallowed up by the ocean of light.

There must be something more outrageous than the high-power lumen lamp he guessed. Sigismund thought. He squinted his eyes, the lenses of the finely crafted power armor quickly adjusted the filtering frequency, and the Astartes' visual control organs also functioned perfectly and quickly. Sigismund, who had further strengthened his endurance after becoming a Heroic Spirit, just squinted his eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of the scene behind the door in the next second:

It was a vast hall, the interior space unnaturally vast, the vaults literally soaring into the sky with no end in sight. From the perspective of architectural theory and physics, such a huge hall cannot be accommodated in the Blood Angels' Think Tank Sanctuary - in terms of space capacity, it may be larger than the entire Think Tank Sanctuary looks from the outside. It was vast, but after getting to know the Stormbound, this level of "unreasonableness" could no longer really shock Sigismund.

What really astonished him was something indescribably majestic in the center of the room, the source of this all-devouring sea of ​​light. It was a huge ball of light, about twelve meters in diameter. It burned quietly on the chest of an even larger statue, causing excessive light to spread throughout the hall. The entire structure is suspended in mid-air. The tops of everyone's heads give people the impression of a blazing pillar of fire, but the light she sheds seems to have no temperature: the air blowing from the hall is not hot, even The temperature is slightly lower than outside.

The statue is a two-winged angel. Its appearance is obviously based on Sanguinius himself, but the stone used is jet black Baal marble. It placed one hand on the hilt of the sword, and raised the other hand upwards, its chest burned red by the light ball embedded in it. Bundles of energy directed by wires, cables and valves from the light ball like its heart flow continuously day and night, causing the blood vessel-like cables to glow with a faint crimson light. Three huge red obelisks rotate peacefully above the upward hand. This unreasonable movement trajectory may be driven by some kind of psychic field. Countless servo-skulls, cherubs, and even mortal scribes who had given themselves wings were flying around the three gems like a flock of birds, chirping and reciting something.

"This hall is the celestial sphere, the center of the Think Tank Sanctuary." Mephiston said briefly, and then explained to his guests the most eye-catching part of the hall, "That is Idalia, the dying heart. of stars.”

"I've heard of this." In order to cope with the sudden strong light, Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively raised his hand to block his eyes, then quickly pulled out a pair of sunglasses for himself from the void and put them on his face, "Emperor The emperor mentioned this to me. He said that he gave you a star to serve as a power source for the entire fortress. He suggested that I obtain the energy needed for the ceremony from it. But to be honest, I am not sure about this. ”

Mephiston looked a little confused for a moment: "I didn't expect... that you had thought about what I was going to propose next."

"Do you mean 'obtaining the energy required for the ritual from this device'?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, and after getting a definite answer, he continued to explain, "Theoretically it shouldn't be impossible, but the relevant education I received is relatively limited. It can be said that it is more...traditional. The school of occultism I understand is better at borrowing and guiding original natural phenomena. The later addition of human intervention like Idalia's "Imprisonment", to me It’s a redundant thing that’s computationally troublesome to deal with.”

Mephiston said nothing. Although it couldn't be seen from the outside, in fact, he was a little stuck for a while. He took two seconds to collect his thoughts, and with a little embarrassment, he managed to squeeze out the next sentence that was more or less a repetition of his previous sentence: "I didn't expect you to know about this great device in advance."

Fujimaru Ritsuka is not a psyker, but even if she does not have psychic vision that can read emotions, Mephiston's current feelings are not difficult for her to guess: "Capture a star from the galaxy and take her Dragging her away from the orbit, compressing her to such a size, and stably restraining her, makes her power a tiny facility built by even smaller humans on a planet that is supposed to be much smaller than her. There is no doubt that this is the case. It is a great project and an excellent proof of human beings' ability to tame the power of nature. I believe that anyone will be shocked and amazed when they see such a facility for the first time - but be afraid of comparison in everything. This is far from the most outrageous thing the Emperor has ever done."

Even Mephiston was uncontrollably aroused by this sentence: "You mean, have you seen other great deeds created by the Emperor with his superhuman wisdom?"

"That is a well-known bio-alchemy project." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "'Primary Body Project'. It may be unbelievable to say, but this huge device in front of you and me is actually the original body. A small part of the prerequisite technology required for the plan: how to change some physical properties while retaining other physical properties in the real universe; how to organize and retain its projection and concept in subspace; how to stabilize How to collect and preserve a huge energy source; how to control the reaction rate and output power of this energy source; how to transform this energy between the material universe and subspace... To be honest, I read it again every time After an overview of these things, I felt that if someone told me that the emperor was indeed a god, I wouldn’t be able to believe it. If you ask me to copy these things, I won’t understand.”

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 297 Old wine producing areas also produce grape vinegar

Before sending out today's invitation, Mephiston thought that he had done a series of sufficient research on Fujimaru Ritsuka. But a series of events that happened in reality told him that the truth was more shocking than he "thought".