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

Stunus immediately grasped the exact point of the conversation before Fabius was turned into a puddle of meat: "You mean the technology held by the Chaldean Bureau that you hinted at? I don't think Fabius, as a pharmacist, would have much interest in subspace navigation technology."

"I didn't mean that. The hints in words are not important. The core of this hint is that I asked you to bring him here: I need him to see the 'real me'." Ferrus walked past the servitors who were cleaning up the mess and headed for the door of the workshop. Stunus followed closely behind him. "He will realize that 'a Primarch who has been confirmed dead has resurrected'. As long as I give him a hint about the existence of the Chaldean Bureau, he will definitely investigate what this new organization in the empire is doing - and then, he will naturally believe in the results of his investigation."

Stunus searched his huge database. After the return of the Primarch, during the period of time when he had some spare time in the war, Stunus actually conducted a similar investigation on the Chaldean Bureau, but this organization, which only had a few records in the official records, really had no history worth mentioning, and the records in the throne room were not something that could be quickly consulted in just a few months, so Stunus did not get any useful conclusions on this issue.

"Perhaps snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways." After another round of quick fitting and speculation, Stunus confirmed his guess to his Primarch, "The blasphemous traitor may be able to realize from the information collected through the warp that your resurrection is not an isolated case. He may indeed be drooling over the Emperor's superb level of biological alchemy, but I don't think he will regard the Chaldean Bureau as a target that must be reached and plundered."

“He will,” Ferrus said. “I was just about to ask Ritsuka Fujimaru to help me reinforce some of the innocuous gossip she herself has revealed in the Warp. It won’t have any impact on her or her work, but it will be enough to keep Fabius biting the hook.”

"Can we know what this 'harmless truth' is?"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka once read and studied the bio-alchemical blueprints of the Primarch Project under the Emperor's instruction." Ferrus said this with an attitude of nonchalance, "All of us. Including No. 2 and No. 11."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 311: Real Luxury (Part )

Brother Abel, who was on duty at the door of the Mourning Hall in the Arax Angel Fortress today, reflexively clenched the ceremonial halberd in his hand in confusion.

"I don't understand, Miss - Your Excellency, Master...?" In the face of the throne envoy in front of him, who would be easily classified as a "child" by any battle brother from the appearance, Abel was unsure of how to address the other party and his tongue was a little tied. "According to the order of Lord Commander Dante, you certainly have the right to enter any non-confidential place in the Chapter Monastery, including this building. But what are you doing here?"

To be honest, if he hadn't known the noble status of the girl in front of him, he would have chased her away long ago. The Hall of Remembrance is where the dead battle brothers in the Chapter rest before being buried. It is a temporary shelter for the heroic souls that have not been completely rested in the ceremony. Obviously, it has special significance in the Chapter culture and emotions, and it is not a place that outsiders can visit casually with the mentality of tourists - but it does not have any intelligence or strategic confidentiality level, and it is not even a holy place. Therefore, when faced with the request of a "personally chosen by the Emperor", the guards really can't come up with any legitimate reason to drive the other party away.

Therefore, Abel's current confusion contained a large part of "being offended", and this part increased significantly when Fujimaru Ritsuka said the next sentence:

"Yeah, what am I doing here..." As the girl spoke, a look of "helplessness" that didn't match her age lingered between her brows. "I know this sounds ridiculous, but I was invited here by someone. If you feel uneasy in any sense, you can go in with me, but you have to promise not to tell anyone what happened in there."

No one would ask you to come here. Boss Abel complained in his heart reluctantly, but he didn't say it out loud because of the other party's identity. He glanced unhappily at the blood slave who led the other party here, and then realized that he was just taking his anger out on others, so he quickly retracted his gaze. Then, he looked at the battle brother on duty beside him, who also seemed unhappy about this request, and handed the ceremonial halberd in his hand to the other party. He habitually - or deterrently - adjusted the leaf hammer locked on his waist, and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, I'll go in with you. But please also respect the chapter culture of the Blood Angels."

There was actually a second half to the last sentence, but considering that the other party's status was enough to be a guest of honor of the Chapter Master and the Chief Think Tank, it would be a bit offensive to continue to mention etiquette. After the other party nodded in agreement, Abel finally realized that he had reached the end of his procrastination, and reluctantly turned around to open the door of the mourning hall and led Fujimaru Ritsuka into the Chapter's mourning place.

At least she remembered to wear a long black dress, the Blood Angel thought with amusement.

He did not take Fujimaru Ritsuka's previous warning seriously. He knew very well what was in this hall now - or rather, there would always be only those things in this hall: the bodies of fallen battle brothers placed in temporary coffins equipped with stasis fields. There was no doubt that they had been and would continue to be part of the chapter, but it was even more obvious that they could no longer speak or take any action. Abel knew that, at least today, Fujimaru Ritsuka was the first and only visitor in the mourning hall, and he did not think that anything worth telling could happen in this solemn occasion of resting the body.

Before the doubts in Abel's mind deviated towards heresy and blasphemy, the towering corridor leading to the main hall of the hall had already ended. Using architectural art to create atmosphere is not the exclusive domain of the Sons of Dorn. This corridor filled with pillars and religious murals that reach the sky always touches the artistic sensibilities of the brothers of the Chapter as they pass by. They will pass through countless bloody but glorious battlefields painted. The divine gaze of the Gene-Father and the Emperor on the huge murals will reaffirm their will and faith, reminding them to bear the sacrifices of their comrades, and then step by step towards the light at the end of the corridor. But - Abel glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression as inconspicuously as possible, and became even more unhappy after discovering that she had no obvious reaction when passing by or after leaving the corridor.

Fujimaru Ritsuka herself didn't seem to notice this. She certainly hadn't been in the mourning hall before, but after entering, she showed a considerable degree of familiarity with the place, and walked towards one of the coffins there with a clear goal. Abel was stunned, followed closely, and then realized that her target was Sergeant Ganon.

Abel remembered every brother sleeping in the hall, and of course he remembered him. Sergeant Ganon was a hero who had fought for seven years on Skelos. He was the only comrade whose body was successfully collected among the half company of Blood Angels that disappeared under the bloody mouth of Tyranid tentacles. According to the remaining dozen survivors, he died under the brilliant glory of Sanguinor, and he was blessed.

However, due to some complicated reasons that suddenly appeared in the Cathedral of the Holy Blood, the priests and clerics in the Chapter Monastery have been busy with other work recently and have no time to deal with the afterlife of these heroic comrades. Even so, the Blood Angels still do not allow them to bury their blood brothers hastily, so before the priests can free up their hands, the number of coffins in the mourning hall has accumulated to a sad level as the Blood Angels ships that have returned have gradually completed the battle damage inventory in the past few days.

Abel didn't understand how Fujimaru Ritsuka had accurately picked Sergeant Cannon's coffin from more than 30 temporary stasis coffins that looked exactly the same. He was a little curious about this question, but he was not sure if he should really ask it. During the time he hesitated, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already approached the transparent window on the temporary coffin for his comrades to pay their respects to the deceased, overlooking the peaceful and tranquil face of the deceased, and sighed slightly:

"You know, there's really no need for us to have this conversation here," she said. "It's quite offensive for an outsider like me to come into a place like this."

For a moment, Abel thought she was talking to him, but the content of the words and her behavior were too inconsistent for the palace guard. Driven by the dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart, Abel instinctively wanted to find something to say back, but then, the scene in front of him made him throw away all his prepared words and even his original thoughts:

A golden light as bright as the rising sun appeared uninvited beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, accompanied by a hymn that seemed to come from afar. A solid body made of light condensed in the empty space: He was wearing golden armor and wings, holding a holy grail in one hand and a broadsword in the other. His face was covered with a statue of Sanguinius carved from adamantium and gold. He floated weightlessly in the air like a sacred sculpture. The legend of the chapter appeared in glory in this peaceful place. Sanguinius' arrival here without any warning really caught Abel off guard.

Before he could react rationally to what was happening, his emotions had already urged him to kneel down. The knees of the MK10 power armor slammed onto the solid black marble floor with a thud, scaring Fujimaru Ritsuka so much that he turned his head reflexively and then quickly made way for the straight line between him and Sanguino.

However, Sanguino did not pay attention to Abel first. His voice did not come from behind the mask, but from all directions, as if the air was required by some will to vibrate in this way: "Anyway, I don't think you are an outsider. Besides, when discussing some topics, I think we all need some sense of ritual."

This sentence was obviously in response to Fujimaru Ritsuka's previous complaint, but the person being responded to was still paying attention to the person who suddenly knelt down. Therefore, Sanguino had to spend a minute before the conversation began to ask the emotional Abel to stand up again.

After confirming that the poor and innocent battle brother had not suffered any kind of psychological trauma, this little episode was finally over. Trying to get the topic back on track, Sanguino complained: "It's really difficult to pinpoint the rest time of a busy man like you. You haven't slept much these days."

"Who's calling who a 'busy man'? He's either on the battlefield, on his way to the battlefield, or helping people navigate." The helpless sadness that had appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face at the beginning of this matter reappeared, "I still don't think this issue is important enough for us to choose a ceremonial place in the real universe, or even set aside a special time to discuss it."

“And yet you agreed and came,” Sanguino pointed out.

"Because it may be so important to you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka said, "Why else would you make such a request? I don't think you would be so bored that you need to torment an ordinary human for fun."

"What if I'm really just tormenting you?" The sacred symbol of the Blood Angels Chapter asked an equally unholy question in a rather unholy manner.

"The Cathedral of the Holy Blood is only three kilometers away. I didn't have to work hard. It took me twenty minutes to run there." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied calmly, "And you know what kind of Azkaelon you will meet the next time you are reborn in the Astronomican without me telling you."

The wings behind Sanguinor fluttered softly. He paused for a moment, and then the psychic voice that echoed around him said, "Okay."

Amid Abel's shock, the air was silent for two seconds. After two seconds, the topic that should have shocked everyone was finally brought up by Sanguino: "The reason I insisted on inviting you to come here to talk is that I think after you see these coffins with your own eyes, you will have a more realistic understanding of the views I put forward."

He floated a little upward, indicating the thirty-odd makeshift coffins neatly arranged in the mourning hall. For a small mortal, the thirty-odd victims laid out were already quite a shocking scene - but this was just the tip of the iceberg. Almost every battle that the Blood Angels participated in would have casualties, but unfortunately not all the brothers who died on the battlefield were lucky enough to have their remains returned relatively intact. These were only the victims brought back by an expeditionary team that had returned to Baal for supplies and repairs in recent days, and the blood shed by the Chapter in the uninterrupted battles on the dark side of the Empire was many times this number.

"Just think," Sanguinor said, "if only the brothers lying in this hall could stand up again—"

"——There's nothing to talk about." Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted him hastily with a rude attitude, "I've already told you before in the communication based on the consciousness of the subspace, I am a summoner, not a necromancer."

Sanguinius's golden mask could not express any expression, but even Abel could see that the Sanguinius, hovering in the air, looked very confused: "But you can do it. You have even done it many times. Many dead souls in the Cursed Legion regained their bodies and minds in their lifetime because of you. I don't understand what the difference is between that and this: these martyrs in front of you are at least veterans who have experienced many battles and are highly skilled, just like Brother Ganon."

The last sentence brought Fujimaru Ritsuka's attention back to what was in front of her. A subtle feeling diverted her thoughts from the original topic: "Although I know that human power is limited, I have also thought about whether Sergeant Ganon could have survived if I had used the Sheba lens to scan once more after landing on Skelos."

"What's the saying? 'It's never too late to mend a broken fence,'" Sanguinor advised. "Brother Ganon simply returned to the Golden Throne. I saw this with my own eyes, so I can assure you that his soul is intact. You are fully capable of making up for this regret for yourself."

"It doesn't count like that." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed heavily. "To be honest, if I didn't know exactly how your spirit-based model worked, based on what you just said, I could have killed you on the spot on the grounds that I suspected you were a changeling sent by Tzeentch to persuade a conspiracy. Sanguinius wouldn't say anything about it, and Azkaelon would even applaud - let me say again, I'm a summoner, not a necromancer. This is not a question of 'can I do it', but 'can I do it'. I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm not qualified to manipulate the life and death of others."

Sanguinor looked even more confused. "But both you and the Blood Angels Chapter really need more qualified and excellent soldiers. In essence, many of the dead souls in the Bound Legion were also recast and promoted by you, including Azkaelon and the Primarch. You have undoubtedly done similar things many times. I don't see how this is different from what I am proposing now."

"Very different, Sanguino. Although you look like you were derived from a member of the Blood Angels Astartes, you have never been 'born' as a human in reality. It's normal that you can't understand it all at once." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed. This sentence sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than explaining it to the other party.

"I don't understand." Sanguino lowered his voice slightly. "Is this really such a bad idea?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka covered his face and asked muffledly behind his palm: "Did you ask Captain Amit the same question before you came here?"

"I did ask him." Sanguino calmly stated the man's words. "He told me to 'eat shit.'"

"Look." Fujimaru Ritsuka reappeared his head, as if he had grasped a decisive argument, "Even Captain Amit thinks this matter is not negotiable. Don't you realize that this idea is a terrible one?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 312: Real Luxury (Part )

"Humans are creatures that exist in linear time in reality." Fujimaru Ritsuka repeated the most basic common sense to Sanguino:

"Based on this premise, humans are born only once, live once, and die once, even before this species emerged from the chaos of biological evolution. This has been the case for billions of years. The physical universe has already written this iron rule into the genetic code of Earth's creatures before humans existed, and it has been passed down to this day. This is one of the important elements that make up 'what makes us human'."

"I know this sounds offensive, but please allow me to express my point of view." Sanguino, who was a nearly pure Warp creature and existed in a completely different form of life, tilted his head slightly in confusion. "Isn't this a defect that should be overcome?"

The listeners could not tell whether this was a speech based on compassion and love for the fragility of human beings, a visionary speech for the future elevation of the entire species to a new level, or pure blasphemy. However, Fujimaru Ritsuka knew that it was meaningless to try to distinguish the two under the premise that Sanguino's own thinking was not on the right path.

"Of course this is a defect, even humans themselves think so. Since the beginning of the history of this species, humans have been driven by desire to seek eternal life, which has been an enduring topic. But from the current situation, it is obviously too early to talk about "overcoming" it - it is not a technical problem, but the human spirit is not ready for this." Fujimaru Ritsuka chose a subtle angle to approach this topic. She knew that Sanguino's own life was not unique: he had no real beginning and end, so he could not understand the weight of the only life. The same is true for issues related to life and death.

"…'Not a technical problem'?" Sanguino asked in confusion.

"There are precedents in the universe for real races based on the physical universe to avoid death in some way." Fujimaru Ritsuka simply pointed out, "The nobles of the Necrons use the Bio-Transformation Protocol to preserve their consciousness in their metal bodies. The Eldar have Soul Stones and Soul Circuits. Even humans themselves have produced and preserved blasphemous technologies such as the 'Key to Hell' during the Dark Technological Age. I will not attribute the ultimate extinction of these three once-prosperous historical stages in the galaxy to 'reckless manipulation of life and death', but I cannot say that there is no connection between them:

“Death is the only and correct end of life. Even if one only knows that ‘there are ways to avoid this end in the world’, the awe of living creatures towards it will naturally disappear, and arrogance will naturally grow from the bottom of their hearts - and arrogance is always the most important stone that will cause anything to slide into failure. Once it becomes big enough and starts to roll down…”

She did not continue her words, but everyone present understood what she had left unsaid. Sanguinor was silent for a while, as if he had used this time to think. But he obviously did not really understand the meaning of this passage, because he immediately caught up with an argument he had made before: "But you did 'resurrect' a lot of people in the Cursed Legion."

"That's because they know for sure that they have passed that 'end point'," Fujimaru Ritsuka answered. "To put it more simply, they have been dead for a long time - so long that their relatives and friends have long passed away, their names and experiences have become old things piled between sentences, and their ties with the world have become subtle and thin. Even if they appear again at this moment, after revealing their true names, they will only be regarded as a legend that can speak. The most important thing is that they themselves understand and accept this."

This sentence made Sanguino enter a new round of contemplation, and it seemed that he really figured out something. He raised his height a little bit, and turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka more clearly: "If the entry standard of this technology is linked to the time of death, then you-"

He suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his words, and a breeze carrying the scent of traditional Baal incense blew through the hall. There were no psykers among the people present, so there was no way to observe what was happening behind the curtain. The mortal senses could only tell that Sanguinor did not seem to be abnormal, as if he had suddenly changed his mind in the middle of his words, cut off his sentence, and descended from mid-air, landing on his feet:

"If you encounter this kind of thing again, you should tell me directly." His voice still came from the vibrating air in all directions in a way of psychic conversion. The timbre and texture did not sound much different, but a sense of transcendence and reality was enough to make people understand in an instant: at this moment, the person speaking was no longer Sanguinor.

"I didn't think it was necessary to trouble the Primarch for such a small matter." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed and swallowed back all the further arguments he had prepared.

Brother Abel froze in place like a bird in a state of stress, motionless, like a piece of wood. Sanguinius, who manifested here in the form of Sanguinius, was the first to notice the emotional problems of his offspring. After affirming his previous series of work and comforting him a little, he successfully coaxed the Blood Angel, whose soul was almost not in his body, out.

After he left in a daze, Sanguinius, with his wings folded, turned back and repeated to Fujimaru Ritsuka with a hint of blame: "You really should have told me directly. You know what Sanguinho is in essence. It is a thankless task to expect an unconscious natural phenomenon to understand human logic and emotions. I thought this was obvious enough."

"But his current operating logic is trapped in a pseudo-personality." Fujimaru Ritsuka retorted, "I think if he can develop a little bit of correct empathy, it will be beneficial in the long run. Even if you have the authority to control him in a certain sense, it is unlikely that you can control him all the time."

"I don't think highly of this kind of effort that won't produce any results," Sanguinius said "euphemistically." His words were very straightforward, but the emotion expressed in this sentence had indeed been handled very tactfully.

Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously didn't understand this processed euphemism, and shrugged slightly mischievously: "Has anyone ever told you that you are really pessimistic?"

"After dying once, I have indeed become more open-minded, but I am still far from being completely open-minded." Sanguinius' tone was not very happy. "You know I am not saying that there is a problem with your efforts in this matter. Sanguinius's thinking logic is far from that of humans, but we can still communicate. I don't disapprove of this attempt to explain human morality and ethics to him. I also believe that sooner or later he will gain understanding and progress on this issue, and I think it is indeed necessary. What I don't approve of is 'you' doing this. Human logic does not make sense to him. You can't predict what he might say next, and some of his unintentional words may be very dangerous to you."

This was a clear rebuke, so Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression became serious, but she obviously had no intention of admitting her mistake: "I know what he meant by the sentence you cut off. But if my self-awareness could be shattered by a few words from a friendly subspace creature, then I would definitely not be able to make it this far."

"I understand, but I dare not gamble." Sanguinius sighed and moved away from where Fujimaru Ritsuka was. He walked around Sergeant Ganon beside him and walked step by step between the coffins of his offspring. "I know how fragile human thoughts and cognition are. I believe your will is as firm as the walls of Terra, but that is not a reason to allow it to be exposed to danger. No matter how strong the wall is, it will always collapse one day. Of course, the less wear and tear it may produce, the better."

"I appreciate your concern, Sanguinius, but you underestimate the circumstances of my life. His questioning has little impact on me."

Sanguinius turned back sharply, looking a little angry. "You don't know what he was going to ask you."

"I know. He just wanted to ask why I didn't hold myself to the standards I set." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged nonchalantly: "'If you get back to life within ten minutes of cardiac arrest, it's not called 'resurrection', it's called 'successful rescue'. I've never died once.' That's what I was going to reply to him."

Sanguinius froze in confusion. "Wait a minute... is that okay?"

"I'm already 'forever seventeen', so why can't I say that? I don't mean to complain, but you're a little too nervous about this issue." Fujimaru Ritsuka caught up with Sanguinius with brisk steps, "You know, the reason why the Emperor can maintain the cognition of 'I am human' is not because of his toughest mouth in the universe. You've got the cause and effect reversed. It's because he first firmly believes that 'I am human' is a basic fact that he emphasizes to anyone he meets that 'I am not a god' is an axiom in his eyes."

That might be a little convincing, but there was still a hint of worry in Sanguinius' voice: "You, too?"

"Not quite. I'm not as noble as he is." Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned closer to the body of Sanguino left here, and lowered his voice unnecessarily. "I'll only tell you these words: I'm an ancient human born in the 21st century. My body is very fragile compared to today's standard humans, so I can write on my schedule that I need to sleep eight hours a day and eat three meals a day of ancient food that has been genetically cultivated and confirmed to be non-toxic. Of course, even alcohol is banned. This is a small side effect of 'forever seventeen years old'. It doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't think alcohol tastes good, but being able to eat a hot meal with a familiar taste often is really important to maintaining my personal morale."

"Why are you telling me this? With your position in the Empire, you don't need to label yourself as a so-called 'fragile ancient human' to enjoy this kind of life. You are completely avoiding the issue." Sanguinius' tone became unhappy again, but this time from a less serious angle. "By the way, do I need to remind you that your average daily sleep time in the past week has been less than four hours?"

"You talk like Asclepius." Fujimaru Ritsuka took a step back. "I believe this is definitely temporary. Once the Claw of Destruction sent by Mr. Ferrus successfully docks with the airport, my workload will drop significantly. Believe me, you will regret advising me to rest more today after I get enough sleep."

"Hmph." This meaningless nasal sound probably meant that Sanguinius didn't really believe this statement, but he refused to let the conversation continue in this direction. Instead, he abruptly brought the topic back to a direction that was more in line with the atmosphere that should have existed in the mourning hall: "You know, according to Sanguinius's records, he was supposed to survive."

"You've changed the subject so abruptly." Although Fujimaru Ritsuka complained, she did not dwell on the question that was deliberately omitted by the other party. Instead, she obediently followed Sanguinius's line of sight and cast her gaze towards Sergeant Ganon's coffin, "Would you like to hear more about it?"

"When the Sanguinius descended upon Skelos before my sons, Ganon was still alive." In between these few words, Sanguinius's surging anger quickly subsided into a calm sadness. "He heard behind the veil that Ganon did not believe in his existence, nor in the legends of the Deus Ex Machina circulating in the Chapter - so he appeared."

"Very 'Sanguino'." Having roughly guessed what would happen next, Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, "But even if he is angry, he won't take the initiative to lose his temper over such a matter. His operating rules will not voluntarily give up any warrior who is loyal to the empire."

"But he is a Sanguinius. A Warp entity created largely by religious worship and prayer." Sanguinius sighed. "He - technically he did nothing wrong, he just..."

"He was just too 'Sanguino'." Fujimaru Ritsuka realized something. "When a devout soldier sees a living saint with his own eyes, he believes that his life journey has reached perfection at that moment. If he valiantly dies in this decisive battle, it will be a perfect end to his life. Sergeant Cannon may have thought so. Sanguino sensed this, so he let the brother he instinctively saved die on the battlefield... To be honest, it's a little hard to judge whether this is good or bad, but at least from the appearance of Sergeant Cannon's remains, he had no regrets when he passed away."

"It's pretty close to what actually happened," Sanguinius said noncommittally. "But there are actually some dramatic details to this incident: As I mentioned, Ganon didn't believe in the existence of Sanguinius at first, until he saw with his own eyes that the living saint appeared out of thin air."

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought about it for a moment, and only vaguely grasped the edge of the emotion hidden in the other party's expression: "Does this make you feel uneasy about the power of religion?"

"A proper miracle can indeed affect a person's spirit to such an extent, even an Astartes." Sanguinius replied restrainedly, "In fact, I can't define the emotions I have about this matter. It's not a serious matter, and as you said, it's really hard to judge whether it's good or bad, but it really makes me unhappy."

If it was Sanguinius himself who appeared in front of Sergeant Cannon at that time, he would choose to affirm the other's will: compared to believing in an illusory idol, of course, the grenade launcher in his hand is more realistic and more reliable. Ten thousand years ago, his father tried to teach this truth to all humans with the Imperial Truth, but he failed. Ten thousand years later, even the descendants of the angels themselves would place their hopes on an illusory legend in desperate situations - it's not that hope is bad, people should have some hope in desperate situations, but... he still felt a little uncomfortable about it.

It was inappropriate to bring up this topic completely, even if Sanguinius was sure that Fujimaru Ritsuka was a good listener who could keep secrets properly. After he revealed a little clue, he actually regretted it a little. It would be better for him to hide this dark thought. Fortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not delve into the details behind this clue. She just looked at the calm face of Sergeant Ganon under the transparent window from another angle again and sighed:

"It's all over now, and I think it's good." She comforted Sanguinius, "At least he died without regrets. In any era and any situation, this can be regarded as the most luxurious ending in the world."

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka also happened to have something in her heart that she had not revealed to Sanguinius: she herself, obviously, would not have the opportunity to enjoy such a true luxury at the actual end of her life.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 313 Who would have thought that the first person to enter the tea show would be

"I'm going to do a big cleanup."

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, Conrad Curz stood calmly at the observation window of the bridge, opened his arms toward the target floating in the void outside the window, and announced excitedly.

Of course, because these words came from the mouth of the Night Haunter, the others present naturally understood the word "sweep" in the sentence as a more bloody extended meaning. Curze himself obviously noticed this, so he followed up with some more detailed explanations before he finished speaking:

"Clear out all the garbage that affects the environment, and purify the Chaos pollution thoroughly. I hope that when she is towed back to the Imperial Dockyard for repairs, she will be a clean and beautiful girl."

——When Konrad Curze said he was going to do a big cleanup, he shouldn't really mean a big cleanup in the general sense. Although this should be a fairly reasonable inference, whether it is from the impression of the primarch himself by the veterans of the Eternal War, or from the indirect impression of their betrayed bat cousins ​​from the Astartes ten thousand years later. But in this period of time that may, probably, perhaps, at least subjectively identified as "more than two years" of warp navigation and combat, this so-called "reasonable inference" composed of outdated impressions has been gradually broken, at least on the bridge of the "Emperor's Shadow" (formerly known as the Shadow Assault).

At least, the mortal crew on the bridge remained calm. This was a ship belonging to the Raven Guard, and the time that had passed was enough for them to realize that no matter what the primarch of the Night Lords was doing, it had nothing to do with them.

But a voice that was directly related to this sounded gloomily from the shadows around: "I will sink it."

This sound, with its supernatural resonance, came from all directions in layers, and "subspace whispers" were clearly written on it from top to bottom - but after more than two years of "joint operations", most people have successfully become desensitized to this kind of vision.

Curze turned his head, without lowering his arms, and turned to Corvos Corax who spoke in the shadows with this gesture that probably represented relief: "Come on, little crow, you can't just sink your own Glorious Queen-class battleship..."

In response, a pair of giant bird-like claws appeared out of nowhere in the darkness. Even though they launched a surprise attack before Curze finished a word, the Primarch of the Night Lords still showed that he had anticipated this attack. He took a half step back in time to avoid the sharp cuts, and stopped the half sentence he had not yet said, but the smile on his face was as annoying as ever.

Corax's attack didn't seem to be very heartless, the Raven Guard Primarch made only two random swipes and then stopped. This should have been a shock to any loyalist who knew the relevant history and could associate the second half of Curze's unspoken words. They should not have allowed such a clear insult, allowing a so-called "reformed" traitor to dance on the wounds of the loyal Primarch's past, but in fact, everyone on the bridge, including Corax himself, only felt a tired and numb indifference at the scene.

Similar things have happened too many times in the past two years. Most people on the bridge, including the current Raven Guard Chapter Master Kevan Shrek, were relieved that "they probably won't really fight this time." The bad news is that Midnight Haunter doesn't seem to have any intention of giving up his continuous provocations; but this also brings good news, at least the intensity of the armed conflict between Curze and Corax has become weaker and weaker between the former's high-intensity provocations.

Before setting sail from the real universe, Imperial Regent Guilliman once summoned Shrek alone. The Son of Vengeance apologized to the Raven Guard's Chapter Master with a very tired look, saying that he had to introduce the current leader of the Chapter to Shrek's Primarch while giving him a mission that he himself didn't think was a good idea. Shrek was stunned by the first half of this sentence at the time, and didn't have the time to think carefully about how bad the second half of the sentence was. Although he would certainly join this mission without hesitation if he had to choose again now - but this was too... to put it mildly, challenging the nerves and blood pressure of him as a loyal Chapter Master.

He didn't want to recall it very much, but this so-called "joint war" was a disaster in the first three subjective months. Shrek had imagined more than once on the verge of collapse, tearing into pieces the man whose true identity he didn't know yet and who first asked his Primarch to "please monitor the actions of Curze and the Night Lords". Even after this period, the conflict between the two sides seemed to have eased, but the cold hatred not only still existed between the two Primarchs who seemed to hate each other without a doubt, but also formed a clear chasm between the Raven Guard and the Night Lords.

Shrek knew that in the following war, almost all the Space Marines on the ship were looking for an opportunity to reasonably bypass the ban on "forbidding mutual attack" and kill each other. The Raven Guard's Chapter Master had no doubt that if this huge fleet carrying more than 10,000 (enemies) Astartes and hundreds of thousands of mortal crew members had not entered the warp within three months, the instability of the external environment (and the reluctant edicts of the two Primarchs) forced everyone to cooperate to the minimum in order to survive, the living forces in this joint fleet would have been completely lost in the internal fighting before arriving at the battlefield.

At least during that time, Shrek thought that his gene father who looked very much like the Warp and the giant bat who only symbolically followed the rules of physics were really thinking about "destroying each other" all the time. At that time, he worried about whether the Shadow Assault could continue to sail soundly as a flagship six times a day on average. Often before he realized what he was thinking, he couldn't help but pray to the Emperor that the fight between the two Primarchs, which was bloody and seemed quite incomprehensible in the Warp environment, must not affect the Warp engines or important facilities such as the Geller force field on the ship.

Perhaps they were indeed lucky, or perhaps the Emperor really showed his power in the process. In short, the entire fleet miraculously did not suffer any casualties due to the warp storm while sailing within the range of the Great Rift. They even arrived at the vicinity of their destination inexplicably, under the premise that no psychic could distinguish the direction in the warp storm and navigation was almost stopped, and successfully defeated a fleet of the Black Legion stationed nearby.

As for how the Raven Guard (and its successors) and the Night Lords (including the Primarch) miraculously managed to merge into what they are now during the battle, Shrek didn't really understand, and didn't really want to understand. He was tired of doing useless work on a problem that would be destroyed by Curze in an instant even if he made an effort. In short, now that his bottom line has been retreated again and again for various reasons, he thinks it's good to quietly pick up the fallen feathers for the Raven Lord outside the scope of the fight between the two Primarchs.

The question of "what happened in the middle" will not be discussed for now. Let's just talk about the reason why Curze suddenly became interested this time and aroused Corax's numb nerves again: after passing through the defense line led by "World Reaper" Haken, the planet that was once called "Praise Star" in the Empire's records was exposed before their eyes. This matter is not so important in essence - what is important is that the Auger array captured a "familiar" ship shadow at the airport of this planet.