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

Nightveil. The flagship of the Night Lords during the Great Crusade. Used by Konrad Curze himself.

Thanks to the fact that Harkon's tragic situation and end had been publicly broadcasted by short-distance transmission signals, the scattered Chaos warbands could no longer make any effective defense in the orbit of the planet of Gaish, and the Imperial ships quickly shortened the distance to the point where they could clearly see what was anchored in the port. Now, everyone in the bridge could see their unexpected gains from the observation window: in the past ten thousand years, the huge warship that had been inevitably polluted and eroded by Chaos had undoubtedly been covered in dust by evil forces, but it seemed far from being hopeless. Although the aesthetics of the Night Lords were not flattering in the eyes of the Raven Guard, they still had to admit that the human mind could see the glory of the former Empire during the Great Crusade from some of the structures on this majestic Queen of Glory.

Another irrefutable fact that pierced their hearts like a thorn was that the Nightfall was indeed a Glorious Queen-class battleship. When the original Shadow Assault battle barge was close enough to her, anyone could realize from a simple comparison of size that the words "Emperor's Shadow" painted on the hull of the ship after its name change were nothing more than a psychological comfort for the heirs of the Chapter to deceive themselves.

"I'm going to sink it." The Crow King's voice came from the shadows, accompanied by the sound of feathers rubbing against each other.

From a practical point of view, Shrek thought that the Nightfall was in surprisingly good condition, and since it was a Queen of Glory-class battleship that the Empire could hardly produce again, they should contact the Mechanicus to tow the ship back to see if there was any place where it could be reused. But when he thought about who the ship originally belonged to, which legion it was the flagship of, and who had proposed a similar idea a few minutes ago, Shrek found that he could hardly consider it from a practical point of view.

He didn't say anything, but secretly agreed with his Primarch's decision. If necessary, he wouldn't mind jumping on board himself and attaching melta bombs to the important facilities of the Nightfall.

But the Primarch of the Night Lords obviously had a different view on this statement: "You are just speaking in anger, I don't believe it."

The voice in the shadows dropped an octave threateningly: "I find that you are becoming more and more fearless."

Even in an environment like the Great Rift where reality and the Warp are almost indistinguishable, Corax can naturally move around without restriction in his "overall image", but when there are mortal crew members nearby, this Primarch, whose existence is already quite Warp, always chooses to hide himself, lest his still unstable emotional fluctuations inadvertently impact the fragile minds of mortals.

Curze, on the other hand, has fewer concerns. It's hard to tell whether it's because his "reality shell" is more stable or because his personality is just so regrettable. Given that his appearance has remained stable as "Primarch Konrad Curze" for most of the time, he hasn't scared many people in the fleet for more than two years - but when he decides that he needs to "plant a little fear in others' hearts", he doesn't care whether the people around him are mortals or Astartes, friends or enemies.

At least now, he didn't look like he was going to scare anyone, so Shrek could even see a bit of handsomeness in his regularly groomed appearance. "Don't say such harsh words, my good brother. We are just gradually figuring out each other's boundaries and bottom lines. This shows that our two-year-long efforts have actually paid off."

No new sentences came out of the shadows, but all the raven descendants in the bridge clearly sensed through some kind of psychic connection: their gene father was angry. Shrek was not sure whether Konrad Curze had sensed this. Logically, in the current environment, the Primarch's keen senses should not miss the emotional fluctuations caused by another powerful warp entity. But whether he realized this or not, he acted as if he was completely unaware:

"I told you I'm going to do a big cleanup." The Night Haunter ignored the raven's voice. "You heard me, little Peko, who is always worried. Find a way to arrange this matter - it can't be done by just the Raven Guard. Within five hours, I need to hear that the Night Lords' exploration vanguard has successfully boarded the Nightfall."

Shrek instinctively glanced at the other end of the bridge, far away from most people. A Primaris Night Lord warrior wearing MK10 Phobos Armor stayed there quietly, acting like an inappropriate and bad-taste decoration until his Primarch called him by name. After being called by name, he lived up to the description of "always worried" given by the Primarch, and immediately showed a little "startled" body movement (Emperor, he has even passed the Primaris surgery), and then looked at the shadow where Corax was hiding with a trembling that could not be concealed by the power armor helmet.

In a sense, this is why Shrek and his fellow brothers allowed such a Night Lord to exist on the bridge of the Raven Guard: at least Dihail Peko knew whose ship it was and which Primarch had the real power to issue orders on this ship.

Everyone held their breath and spent dozens of seconds to confirm that the shadow would not refute anything. The trembling Midnight Lord finally obeyed his Primarch's order and quietly walked out of the bridge door. After his back disappeared into the closing door, Corax's voice was heard again from the shadow:

"Even if the Nightfall is confirmed to be worth repairing after evaluation, her ownership will not return to you."

"Of course I understand, but I believe this is only temporary." Coze even looked like he was about to hum a song happily, "Relax, don't be so serious. Perhaps soon, we can have a chance to set aside some time to chat alone like real brothers?"

No new sound came from the shadows, but after these words, the disgust in the heart of the Raven Lord was almost immediately and unreservedly transmitted to the hearts of all his descendants.

(End of this chapter)

Free vinegar

Free vinegar

1. Before Shrek came, Curze, who was basically trapped in space, had already destroyed ten ships (which were nearly scrapped by the Night Lords) in the Parmenio system with the Corvus King.

2. Curze will find some cans in the Raven Guard that look the same as crow cubs but are very different in metaphysical terms: What is this, my cub, let me examine it. (Then he will be beaten by the Raven King, and after the beating, the Raven King will have to comfort the interrogated cubs)

3. In Sevatar's absence, Curze is really running the Legion.

4. The equipment and resources for the Bat Primaris surgery were given by the Regent, and the technology was shared from the Raven Guard. Curze regarded this as a reward, saying that if the cubs performed well, he would personally Primaris them, but the specific criteria for "good performance" was a complete mystery, so only a single digit of Bat cubs were Primaris.

5. There are almost no mortal servants dedicated to serving the Astartes on the Raven Guard ships (the few that do exist rarely allow them to get close to bats), which causes the bats to suffer a very painful culture shock.

6. The Crow King will take time out every few days to talk to his 40K cubs alone, and the criteria for selecting the conversation targets are very random.

7. The Geller fields on some ships in the fleet failed, and somehow it turned into a competition between the two Primarchs to create the Emperor's statue.

8. It really works. The emperor is spiritual and it really works.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 314: Speed ​​​​of Life and Death without any tension

Akurdona once again occupied the side observation window of Prototype No. 1, observing the outside world with a tense mind.

The vehicle was moving as fast as possible, with almost no turbulence - because saving energy was not something they had the luxury to consider in the previous items. Santo turned on the anti-gravity engine of Prototype 1 and turned its power output to the maximum regardless of the noise. From a distance, a square iron box was flying at a low altitude of about two meters above the ground.

The scene was strange, but it was inevitable: the sky, like a dirty oil film, was surging uncomfortably, as if it was about to drip from the sky; the originally empty plains were collapsing and shattering, and the harmless rubble scattered in the unchanging scenery had also turned into rugged shapes. The unpredictable changes in the warp ignored the common sense of people who were more accustomed to the rules of the material world, shaping the environment like a ruthless natural disaster in a way beyond their imagination - and the fundamental reason why the legion champions of the Emperor's Children had to be on edge and ready to face the enemy was the blood-red army that continued to pour out from the cracks emitting ominous light on the Broken Plains.

Flesh hounds, bloodletters, bronze bulls, most of them have become cultists with strange shapes. The good news is that Akuldona has not yet confirmed heavy firepower such as brass scorpions or skull cannons, nor has he seen very difficult units such as hell dragons or bloodthirsty demons. The bad news is that first of all, they have been crushed by numbers, and the Khorne demon army pouring out of the cracks seems endless. They have no other wise choice except to escape; secondly, Akuldona deeply doubts whether the escape direction they chose under the random number can really lead to a way out in the end.

The experience of the Webway Wars told Akuldona that this scene, which seemed too supernatural even in a supernatural environment, was obviously because some of their actions angered a powerful being hovering in the High Heaven. But this thought only flashed in his mind for a moment before he threw it into the garbage bin: It was meaningless to know this - is there a time when the Blood God is not angry? At least according to Akuldona's shallow knowledge of the Warp, no.

"If anything happens, just throw me down first." Phoenix's eldest son said generously. He didn't sound like he was ready to sacrifice himself, but rather that he had prepared the food and was about to cook. "Although there are more of them, I think I can at least hold out for two or three minutes. Anyway, even if I die now, I will just be reborn in the Star Torch - but Santo, you can't throw him down now, he still has to drive."

The driver who was named spoke angrily from the driver's seat, as if he was really watching Akurdona approach the kitchen counter. "If I decide to throw you out, it won't be because I need you to snipe the enemy outside. 'Prototype No. 1' is currently operating under the premise of overload. After you leave it, it may run faster."

Prototype No. 1 was an experimental vehicle designed and built to verify virtual number submersion. It was not designed with many practical factors in mind. Santo had to first solve the "whether it can work" part of this problem before considering "whether it is easy to use". Therefore, in terms of the capacity of the vehicle's internal space, the designer had obviously only considered the situation of cramming a maximum of five Astartes (a Iron Hands data collection and verification team) in the cabin.

Based on this, there was no proper load and space redundancy reserved for the Primarch (even if their Gene Father came to check the progress, he would at least wait until they finished the second version, right? That's what Santo thought). Unfortunately, plans can never keep up with changes. A clone of Fulgrim and Rogal Dorn huddled in the cockpit have already filled the space up. Although Akuldona successfully occupied a favorable position on one side of the observation window at the beginning, judging from the current situation, it seems unrealistic to throw him out of the cockpit alone.

"Meaningless quarrels will not help us get out of our current predicament." Judging from the order of boarding, the last huge rock that forced Prototype No. 1 into an overload dilemma (but no one would mention this) said calmly, "We only have four of us now. Each of us is extremely important and should not be abandoned and fall into the hands of the evil god."

"But we really need to think of other ways, otherwise we will be caught sooner or later." The clone expressed a very realistic point of view, "I don't really want to die in such an unknown place without knowing why. If I don't hear any good news before the energy runs out, maybe I will really jump out of the car and do something spectacular in the last period of my life."

"There is indeed good news, but only half of it." Santo's unpleasant voice was filled with anxiety. "While following the wheel tracks and footprints to pick you up - please forgive me, I have no intention of offending you, Lord Dorn - I have successfully completed the data collection and algorithm writing required for imaginary diving under the persistent interference of the noisy Akuldona (Akuldona: Hey!). So in theory, we can disappear directly from here by diving into the imaginary domain."

The unfamiliar terms in this sentence made Dorn frown, but when he spoke again, he still maintained his previous calm tone: "But you chose not to do so, soldier. I demand that you give a specific reason for this."

"Because the errors in the navigation system operating in the new environment have not been corrected, we can't really tell where we will drift to after diving into the imaginary domain. It seems that the energy is not enough for us to jump back into the Astronomican in one go." It was Akuldona who answered this question. "The worst result is that we disappear from here, surface again in a few days, and then have to stare at another group of hostile units that far outnumber us."

"The worst outcome is that we won't be able to float back up to the real number domain, and we will become a kind of 'non-existent ghost' that cannot be observed in the real universe or the subspace." Santo corrected him a little anxiously, and then reminded him amid the beeping of the radar alarm, "Hold on tight, tactical evasion."

The anti-gravity engine roared to resist the inertia of the entire vehicle, and Prototype No. 1 showed a maneuverability in mid-air that was inconsistent with its stupidly square cardboard shape. Akurdona successfully relied on magnetic boots, safety belts, and his core strength to fix himself motionlessly on the edge of the observation window, and at a certain moment he was sure that he saw the tip of a hell dragon's tail. But for the other two passengers in the cockpit, the almost stopped power armor and the tattered ceremonial armor could not help them in this matter - Santo heard a few collisions behind him, but at least no one really complained about it.

The space inside the cabin wasn't actually that crowded, at least in Santo's opinion, there was room for at least two more Fujimaru Ritsukas. But for these creatures, each larger than the other, it was a fact that they would inevitably bump into each other if they moved even slightly.

"I have never heard of this technology." After this stagger, Dorn said so, and it was obvious that he did not mean to blame. "Time is tight, I don't have time to study its principles in depth, but can't we manually calibrate the route during navigation?"

"Although the original technology provided by Chaldea locked all calculations related to the route in a black box, it is not impossible for our current equipment." Santo replied, "The real problem is that there are no navigation marks like the Astronomical Torch in the imaginary number domain. Even if we operate manually, we don't know where we will 'operate' ourselves to."

Dorn automatically skipped over the terms that were unfamiliar to him and asked directly, "If that's the case, then how should this vehicle calculate its course?"

"Directly locate a point in the real number domain, but it turns out that even if the 'Paper Moon' successfully guides us out of the imaginary number domain, our landing point may still be disturbed by some means." Otherwise, they would not have landed in this damn place and encountered these thrilling things. Santo thought so, but he could not say for sure now "This is really unlucky" (or "We are so lucky").

Following Santo's unconscious body movements, Dorn looked at the Thinker array installed next to the driver's seat. He was sure that this was the first time he had ever heard the word "paper moon", but he did feel a little inexplicably familiar with it. He threw this strange illusion out of his mind and issued an order without hesitation: "Let's do this, we leave here, and then manually correct the course to reach a relatively suitable target location."

There is no doubt that the large number of uncertainties made it a difficult decision to make, but compared to doing nothing and being killed by the massive Khorne army, this hesitant decision was obviously the most correct. If they wanted to leave the battlefield in this way, then taking action immediately when the energy was sufficient would certainly have a higher tolerance rate than waiting until the energy was on the verge of exhaustion and unwillingly diving. After receiving the order, Santo did not hesitate and immediately began to execute the virtual number diving process.

"Let me warn you," the clone said in a somewhat embarrassed voice, "this process is not a very pleasant experience."

-

It must be said that during this subjective period of slightly more than two years, Conrad Curze has achieved initial success in managing his descendants, whose number has been reduced to more than 3,000 due to the war.

Although it would be a bit of a generalization to say that all of his descendants who had been reduced in number disappeared in the war, at least after he issued a "general cleanup" order next to the Nightfall on a whim, within a subjective forty-eight Terra hours, he successfully boarded the hangar of the Nightfall in a Thunderhawk, surrounded by his descendants.

Of course, it is impossible to clean out a Queen of Glory-class battleship within forty-eight hours, but it is still possible to clear out a quiet space for the Primarch to land.

Curze didn't need to go through so much trouble. In the warp environment of the Great Rift, he could easily cross the void and board his former flagship in person - but he just wanted to go through such a big circle to create a so-called "sense of ceremony". Due to his status, no one except Corax expressed actual opposition to this.

Judging from the facts that have happened so far, the Raven Lord did object, but unfortunately the objection was ineffective. The Nightborne who came down from the Thunderhawk joined their colleagues who had boarded the Nightfall via torpedoes, and formed a ceremonial formation that looked very real in the open space of the hangar, ready to welcome their Gene Father and another Primarch aboard.

Because there were no mortals nearby, the "other Primarch" who was greeted by this array also reluctantly revealed his true appearance from the shadows. It can be seen that he has tried his best to make himself look not much different from ten thousand years ago, but even if the weak psychic tides naturally caused by the warp energy gathered around him and the mental oppression brought to others by these psychic tides are excluded, the pair of living black wings behind him and the faint red light underneath still make Corax look a little scary overall.

"We shouldn't waste our time on these useless things." The Lord of Ravens complained clearly, "We still have a whole planet to clean up."

"Have some confidence in your offspring. Shrek can handle the things on the surface of Jiaxu." Koz walked among his well-behaved offspring, looking a little nonchalant. His interest was obviously not as high as when he first made this request. "Besides, how can you define something as meaningful as 'revisiting an old place' as 'useless'?"

The pragmatic Corax's expression became even more unhappy. "You promised me that this action would have meaning beyond providing you with emotional value, so I agreed to follow you. You'd better not be lying again."

"Don't be so anxious, my good brother. I am sure that what I am doing is meaningful, but even I don't know when this 'meaning' will pounce on our faces like a fly chasing the light." Coze pretended to show an "innocent" look, "This is the prophecy. Even if I-"

One of Corax's wings mercilessly hit Curze's pretentious face, causing the latter to stagger.

"I know, so it'd better be true." The Lord of the Raven said with disgust, then quickened his pace, silently passed the former owner of the Nightfall, and led the way towards the door of the hangar that had become scarred over a long period of time.

"It's no use walking so fast!" Koz, who obviously wanted to take the opportunity to feel "domineering" in front of his offspring, shouted unhappily behind him: "Efficiency won't solve the problem here!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 315 Why didn’t you delete the previous algorithm in your system?

The experience of virtual diving is not good. After experiencing it, Rog Dorn chose to agree with this.

Of course, as creatures of the material world, whether mortals or space warriors, they will also have adverse reactions for various reasons when entering and exiting the subspace: due to different physical constitutions, they often feel varying degrees of nausea, vomiting, dizziness, palpitations, and other somatic symptoms when passing through the subspace. But if such adverse reactions are compared to "putting a person's internal organs into a drum washing machine, turning them several times, and then putting them back all at once", this description, which sounds exaggerated enough, is still not as exaggerated as the physical sensation brought by the imaginary submersion.

As a creature in the real number domain, wanting to enter the "non-existent" imaginary number domain through calculation transformation - to be honest, this is something that cannot be thought about too carefully. If you think about it carefully, the whole process is a bug of the paradox - even if "Prototype No. 1" can rely on the hull and related equipment to at least ensure that the space inside it does not "disappear" in this process, it is really difficult for the people inside to feel comfortable.

At least Dorn felt that in this process, his soul was pulled out of his body and put into a washing machine for several turns before being stuffed back into his body in a dizzy suffocation. And this might not be a metaphor, as he was sure that at a certain moment he saw the entire cabin, as well as all four people, including himself, from a rapidly rotating perspective.

The clone retched twice, but he didn't vomit anything, whether because his patience paid off or because he had never eaten anything decent. There was nothing that needed to be done right away, so Dorn allowed himself to lie there dizzy for a while. The two Astartes who were riding with him didn't seem to have such a big reaction, or maybe they were used to it. After the cabin stabilized again, Akuldona's voice rang out almost without any abnormality: "Is there any hope of solving this body sensation problem?"

"It's hard to say. Even the Storm's Edge had its crew members occasionally experience out-of-body experiences during imaginary submersion." Santo's voice revealed a hint of fatigue. "In the next optimization design, we can at best reduce this catastrophic side effect to a tolerable level - just like subspace teleportation."

All observation windows were covered with tightly fitting visors, completely isolating the interior and exterior of Prototype 1 from each other. In addition to the indicator lights and display screens on the control console, the only lighting in the cabin was two very perfunctory lumen light strips on the ceiling. Faint cold white light fell from above their heads, and the dim light made the entire space look like an art work that was deliberately painted only to the second stage. After sneaking into the imaginary domain, the roar of the Khorne army and the roar of the engine of Prototype 1 itself disappeared at once, leaving only the hum of the internal generator and the Thinker array. This huge change in the environment made people feel a little dazed for a while.

"How long will it take before we surface again?" The clone's voice came from the other side of Dorn. "I don't mean to complain. I'm not that squeamish. I just ask that you give me some mental preparation in advance. I think I might faint from this."

Dorn didn't say anything, but he had already struggled out of his staggering state and straightened his body. Beside him, the man who looked like his most noble brother had a pale face and looked extremely haggard. Akurdona unbuckled the seat belt that secured him in place and tried to squeeze closer to the driver's seat in the narrow space.

"It's hard to say. I'm recalculating the navigation mark." Santo didn't move, but the green data on the display screen rushed up from bottom to top as fast as a waterfall flying upside down. "I can only guarantee that before we surface, everyone will know in advance what we are going to do next."

"What is our target?" Dorn finally asked. "Where will we 'surface'?"

Santo paused for 0.3 seconds before speaking - for an Iron Hand, this pause should be more appropriately understood as "awkward silence".

"In fact, we haven't decided on a destination yet." He explained, "Judging from the situation just now, our top priority is to leave our original position through imaginary navigation. We are now 'drifting' in the imaginary domain, and as for the 'destination', we currently have two and a half alternatives."

"Two and a half." Dorn repeated the number that was not quite appropriate in the current context with a hint of doubt. "Two is two, and three is three."

Akuldona twisted his body unconsciously because of the crowd and explained, "But I don't think 'an alien base camp' can be called a complete optional destination. It can only be considered half at most. Unless we really have no other choice, we definitely shouldn't choose that coordinate to float up."

This is referring to the Solomons Museum. Even though no one present knew clearly that it was called this name, no one knew that its "area" was as large as an entire planet, and it was really difficult to escape through "normal means".

However, Santo refuted him: "No, that is the whole one, and it is still the better one. At least I am sure that we can definitely reach there in our current state and we can definitely float there."

“Wait a minute, you’re not going to say that the Astronomican is the half?” Akurdona’s voice became nervous, “Even I can recite the coordinates of Holy Terra.”

"Although the distance between us and the Astronomican is a bit long, and it is questionable whether the built-in generator set in the vehicle can support us for the entire journey, I am also inclined to calculate the coordinates of the Astronomican as 'entire'." Santo replied.

"So where is the last half?" Akurdona slammed the back of Santo's chair unhappily. "Brother, you are the Iron Hand, you shouldn't beat around the bush with what you want to say!"

"...Storm Edge." Santo's mechanical voice whispered.

"……what?"

"The last half is Storm's Edge!" Iron Hand suddenly showed unusual exasperation, "I know this is my problem, so stop hitting my chair!"

Akuldona was stunned by the other party's sudden roar and reflexively retracted his hand. Then, Dorn's calm but majestic voice rang out again: "Explain."

Faced with another real loyal Primarch, Santo had to stop and control his temper: "My Lord, this is it. At the beginning of this project, I referred to the ideas of the technology provider and wrote a navigation algorithm for Paper Moon that can capture moving targets. But after actually running it, I found that the results output by this algorithm always contain some noise that cannot be ignored."

He switched the content projected on the display screen, entered the code, and visualized the pure data calculation on a coordinate system. Now, everyone could clearly see that three points that met the conditions appeared simultaneously in the corresponding frequency band.

——The phrase "reference ideas" is just a nice way of saying it. In fact, this algorithm is just a copy of the "Midnight Lord Positioning System" written by Santo before she left the Star Torch, which was based on the base contract between Conrad Curz and his descendants, after obtaining the consent of Fujimaru Ritsuka himself. Then, it was modified to change the selection criteria to "Storm Boundary". At the beginning, this thing worked well, so Santo naturally thought that his modification was very successful. But when he was captured by Akuldona and put on Prototype No. 1, and began to input a coordinate that the latter got from Fujimaru Ritsuka into the Thinker, he began to find that the previously copied algorithm would give two conclusions after calculation. Even if the distance between the two conclusions was very close at that time, they were still two conclusions.

After a series of troubleshooting, Santo had to admit that there was a problem with his algorithm modification: relying on the Paper Moon, the Thinker Array would indeed prioritize the position of the Storm Boundary in the real number domain as coordinates, but if the number of Midnight Lords gathered in the same place was large enough, some redundant data that had not been deleted by Santo would reappear and try to complete the work assigned by their original owners.

His boss reluctantly admitted his failure to the other three people trapped in the car, and finally concluded: "At present, these three clearest points are all suitable for the voyage, but I am afraid that only around the real Storm Boundary can our safety be completely guaranteed."

During this time, they have been lost in the imaginary domain and the warp, and have been somewhat out of touch with what is happening in the real universe. Neither Santo nor Akurdona are sure why the Night Lords are divided into two halves - the latter did hear about Conrad Curze's successful leadership of his "legion" once again, but to be honest, he... um... doesn't quite trust what good things this mentally ill Primarch and his cubs can do after getting together.

"Look at it from a bright side. The Night Lords sound like a mob." Akuldona tried to speak from an optimistic perspective. "In this case, even if we really come across a group of traitors who are doing evil, it will be easy to escape."

Santo tilted his head to look at him. The half of Iron Hand's face that was almost completely filled with mechanized implants could not make any expression, but Akurdona just felt that the other party rolled his eyes for no reason.

Before the Emperor's Son could get annoyed, Dorn's calm voice spoke again, "Turn on the backend. I'll see if I can optimize the algorithm to remove the noise."

If anyone else had said this, Santo would have undoubtedly been furious. But the one who said this was a Primarch. Just as the thinking speed of the Astartes was far superior to that of mortals, the thinking speed of the Primarch was also the same compared to the Astartes. The Captain of the Iron Hands said nothing, and with a hint of frustration, he handed a data interface to the Primarch of the Imperial Fists in a dejected manner.

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"We have been looking for a long time." The dissatisfaction in Corax's voice seemed to grow every second. "Where is the 'meaning' you are talking about?"

Coates still maintained his usual nonchalant and playful smile, but when he answered the question, his tone unconsciously contained a little uncertainty that was easily overlooked: "Don't be so impatient. I told you, your consistent preference for practicality and efficiency won't solve the problem here."

The Nightfall was in good condition, but this was "in good condition" for a large ship that had long fallen into the hands of the Chaos enemy. In the process of going deeper and deeper from the hangar, Corax still saw countless miserable dismembered bodies - both mortals and Astartes. He didn't really want to think about where the missing parts of these incomplete bodies went, but the various blasphemous symbols painted with ominous "paint" on the destroyed or simply damaged sculptures and murals on the surrounding walls were obviously an overly clear hint of "what they had experienced".

Of course, having to use one's life as a tool for artistic creation is obviously a relatively merciful ending on this ship. Some people even use their lives to become "artworks" themselves. Most of these people are still alive while being fixed in place in a twisted posture. The creators of these artworks have ingeniously hollowed out the walls or the ground near them, and buried pipelines for transporting life-sustaining drugs and glucose. When Coze noticed them, he even let the expression of "good taste" flash across his face for a moment. It's hard to say whether Corax noticed this, because at the same time, he was spending his energy on finding a quick and decisive way to ensure that these poor people would get a neat end.

Of course, while his brother ended the lives of these victims in anger and silence, Coates also rarely made any statement, whether positive or negative.

They had spent about three hours on the Nightfall, sometimes walking in the space that their descendants had cleared, and sometimes silently going deep into corridors that had not yet been explored or were still under fire. Apart from a few anomalies caused by Chaos pollution and some "landscape facilities" that challenged Corax's cognitive bottom line (but not as much as Curze himself had played with), they had not achieved any meaningful results in these three hours.

"We are just wasting our time in vain." The Raven Lord sounded eager to return to his offspring's ship, which was obviously not a very hospitable place for his current mental state. His wings rubbed anxiously, and amid the slight rustling sound between feathers, Corax took a moment to realize that Curze had not responded in an unusual way.

He turned around and saw his brother, who also had a pale face, showing an anxious and nervous expression again, and muttered in confusion: "Something is wrong."

Before Corax could ask further questions, Koz spoke hurriedly: "I want to go back. I have to talk to Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately."

This once again made the Lord of the Ravens feel angry about being fooled: "What do you mean?"