The Death Guard fleet that docked in the Rust star system naturally adjusted the rhythm on the ship to the time of the Rust star.
So it's early morning hours on the Endurance.
The empty canteen is dark, and the sense of alienation is filled with the neat rows of steel dining tables. Beyond the sight, the white light in the corridor dimly stains a corner of the ground.
Hardist's chin twitched, awaiting his midnight snack.
Why did things become like this?
Hades was originally directing the battle well, whether it was Memanik, the Nurgle disciples who suddenly popped up, Ran Dan, or the dark angel behind Ran Dan, Hades thought that he was handling everything well.
This wave of teammates is also very powerful, and the rhythm is also picked up.
But why, why did it become like this?
You have obviously done your best, so why are you still being slandered as a god?
The porridge came, and only this small white porridge had a slight warmth, which warmed his heart that was broken by Kirkland and Margo.
They actually called Hades not a human being.
What's even more annoying is that Hades can't defeat them.
He was almost trapped.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, Hades now feels quite frustrated when he loses in a laning match, and the price of failure is his own membership.
No, he is human.
Let the two fanatic believers go first and let Hades sort out his logic.
No matter how he thought about it, it was because he was a human being. It was not like Hades had never read the pharmacist's physical examination report. He had not lacked any of the things a human being should have.
Well, on a physical level, he's human.
His attitude is easy to explain. He is not a native of this shithole. His concept of equality is easy to explain, although he can't say it.
Well, on a mental level, he is human too.
The only thing that is difficult to explain is that Hades was silent, his black domain——
What the hell is this thing?
Hades is a pragmatist. His attitude towards the Black Domain is more about practice and application, and is quite empiricist.
Anyway, a lot of human development is based on knowing how to use this thing first, and then going back to make up the theory. How could primitive humans who can use fire know what oxidation reactions are.
At the beginning, Hades just classified himself as an untouchable person with a strange painting style. After all, he was really weak on Barbarus, and the Black Domain was like that.
But later, Hades recalled that there were indeed some supermodels in his black domain, and if it was explained according to Trazin's theory.
Hades tried hard to imagine a black hole coming out of his imagination.
Based on previous voyages into the subspace, Hades imagined the subspace as an ocean rippling with various currents.
According to his previous intelligence, Hades himself is a big hole or crack in the ocean, draining the water out of the world.
Hmm. Because he is a time traveler, his projection in this world is a crack, which seems to make sense.
But why does it only have this effect on the Warp?
Hades once again recalled what Trazin said, and the figure king specifically emphasized that Hades is a person from the physical world.
In other words, he is actually more like a kind of filter paper? Filter out the warp, leaving the physical world behind?
Hades could also vaguely feel that he was more compatible with the [Physical Rules]. This feeling became more obvious after he swallowed some Void Dragon fragments.
In his imagination, Hades added a membrane to the black hole, and the physical universe could not pass through this membrane.
Logically speaking, and Hades's own feelings about the Black Territory, if there is no restriction, the Black Territory should be irreversibly and slowly expanding——
The cracks squeezed by the pressure of the water flow will become larger and larger.
But now the Emperor should have given him psychic powers and physical strength, so Hades can feel that he is [restricted].
If you think about it this way, Hades can also understand what he is.
But what the hell is it that there is an answer to prayer?
Since he is already a black hole, Hades does not think that he has the concept and authority to respond to believers and gain power from the prayers of believers like the so-called [subspace gods].
Moreover, even though the oil guys had been praying for so long, Hades didn't feel anything. If the perception in the interrogation room was based on just now, Hades should have been able to detect something a long time ago.
Hmm. Hades was silent.
Wait, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have never asked about his subspace image in the eyes of others?
It stands to reason that astropaths and psykers can see the subspace, right?
Hades remembered the last time he went to see the astropaths on the Endurance and how scared the astropaths were.
It was decided that he was going to do an experiment!
Hades stood up and asked him to settle his personal affairs quickly, otherwise the official documents would be endless!
On Hades's command board, official documents and approvals from the Death Guard were ticking away.
One thing that all psykers should understand is not to become a psyker of the Death Guard, or become unlucky.
The dungeons of the Endurance are as boring as the Endurance itself. Other legions may have some torture devices, but there is nothing in the cells of the Death Guard.
Literally, nothing.
This is an empty room, with the brightest light always on. In the corner, two people are sitting on the floor, muttering to each other.
Mago in military green clothes huddled in the corner with her legs in her arms, while the sage in scarlet robes sat cross-legged next to her.
"He's not happy to see us like this, but what does He want us to do?"
Sage Kirkland made a calculation sound of unknown meaning,
"According to my analysis of the adult's behavior template, he should hope that everyone has the happiness of the middle and upper classes in the hive, and at the same time has the spontaneous enthusiasm for labor."
"But at present, adults are wary of something, and Pluto and Death are obviously wary of the future."
Margot blinked nervously. She remembered the word she had seen in ancient books, although she did not fully understand the meaning of the word.
"【big flood】?"
"Maybe not."
Kirkland thought of the nightmares he had experienced, those rotting and squirming pieces of flesh, creatures that completely violated the rules. He was sure that Hades was guarding against something.
But he couldn't say that, at least in Hades's teachings, this knowledge and memory belonged to the last line of defense.
It is a pity that as a mortal, Mago will not be able to further reach higher realms.
"I can't explain it to you, knowledge is poisonous."
"Knowledge is poisonous?"
Margo chewed hard on the sage's words.
Kirkland nodded seriously, remembering the years when he endured the boiling of brain cells while listening to Blackstone's explanations.
"Knowledge is poisonous, ignorance is a blessing and a defense."
"I don't understand."
Kirkland made a burst of electronic sounds that simulated a slap in the mouth,
"Margo, I am a sage. I have seen too many of my colleagues or superiors go crazy."
"They know too much, and contradictions and living knowledge bite them and drive them crazy."
Margot blinked in confusion, and Kirkland could see the stars trying to understand beating inside. They were the flickers of human beings thinking,
"But Kirkland, I think you are normal. You know a lot, and you obviously know those toxic thoughts, but you don't?"
Kirkland made a silencing gesture, leaned his head forward, and put his voice machine against Margot's ear.
The black stone on his red robe fell down and hit Margot's neck. Margot trembled without leaving a trace.
The sage said in the lowest voice,
"I'm a madman, and I'm already dead."
The sound brought a faint vibration that tickled Margo's ears.
But the shock of the words was the source of her suffocation.
"The first time I went crazy was when I realized that all the miracles on Mars were just a rain of lies."
"Can you imagine the majestic rain? Those people crying and kneeling in the heavy rain."
"The second time I went crazy was when I realized that the ideological cornerstone of the empire was just a scrap of paper."
"Can you imagine monsters flying in the sky that don't conform to gravity at all? Those existences are beyond human imagination."
"I'm crazy for the third time."
"It was the thunder of Barbarus that awakened me, causing my remains to crawl out of my disciple's thought engine."
Kirkland became more and more excited as he talked. Through those inorganic electronic eyes, Margo seemed to see green lightning cutting through the darkness.
"I should have died a long time ago. I was already dead. Miracles woke me up. God showed me the direction. Do you understand?"
"I look normal now because adults want me to. Only in this way can I stay."
"But you are locked in the same dungeon with me now. You shouldn't be so impatient to expose yourself."
Margo said calmly that the sage's words contained too many words that she could not understand, but she could read that this person had been broken into pieces and reorganized countless times——
Kirkland has experienced too much. He has transcended this era. In the long future, he has endured all the sufferings that humans will experience and understand again and again in a short period of time.
And the person who started it doesn't know it yet.
"He's so big, so big that he doesn't understand, and he needs to know our rules, and I'm the one who rings the bell for him."
"I can feel that in His eyes, knowledge that can bring a person to the brink of collapse is just common sense that has been known for a long time, just like a fallen leaf withering and a seed sprouting."
Kirkland had asked for the adult's story.
In Pluto's early life, he was ostracized by the crowd and often sat in a daze on the wasteland, staring at the turbid river of Barbarus for a whole day.
To Him, the truth of the universe is just like water trying to flow away.
"—and He was used to it."
"He's used to it!"
Margo thought, she knew so little, but she was trying to keep up with the sage's thinking,
"Like that adult's attitude towards us?"
Kirkland nodded solemnly.
"He has never noticed anything unusual. Perhaps the Death Guard next to the Lord, or the God of Death, could accidentally catch a glimpse of the truth——"
"——But they are too insensitive! They were deceived by the appearance of adults! Those Barbarus people, or the boring Terran people,"
"They haven't studied, they haven't thought, they can't really understand anything other than mud or slashing!"
"They." The sage paused for a moment, and Margo could hear the sizzling sound of electricity.
"They are a war machine, they won't understand"
"At least not now."
Margot swallowed.
"Then have we understood what the Lord is thinking?"
Kirkland shook his head silently.
"We can't bear that much. We can only warn Him and assist Him from our perspective."
"Is there anyone who truly understands His thoughts?"
Kirkland shook his head silently again.
"Maybe it's the God of Death, maybe it's not. He is destined to exclude the crowd and life. He is lonely."
".That's why we are needed."
Margot murmured to herself, she looked at Kirkland, her golden eyes sparkling,
"Yes, He needs believers."
“We will let Him know that He is not alone.”
Kirkland stretched out his main limb, ran his fingertips across the edge of the red robe, and picked off a plump black stone pendant.
He handed it to Margot, who took it carefully. This black gem seemed to be the deepest black, carrying the coldest and most ruthless law in the universe.
The two people huddled together in the corner, admiring the small stone.
Margot gently pinched the black stone with her fingers, and a slightly familiar feeling bloomed on her fingertips.
"This is?"
"The fragments that fell from the main tower when my lord performed the miracle on Barbarus."
"It has His feel in it."
"It's Him."
For Kirkland, Blackstone is a photograph that preserves the feeling of that moment.
But it's too weak, really too weak, and a trace of spiritual energy can extinguish it.
"You're going to give this to me, Kirkland?"
Margo blinked in surprise and caution, and looked at Kirkland, but the movements of her hands did not stop at all. She lifted one side of her hair and hung the black stone on her ear.
Kirkland's deep and depressed voice sounded, as if he was facing a truth he was unwilling to accept.
"You are necessary. That Lord cares more about mortals than the creatures of the Mechanicus."
"And the Mechanicus' attempts have failed. You are the first mortal to find the Pluto Warp."
"He chose you."
Margot was silent, feeling the weight on her earlobes, and she remembered the Pluto who stared at her on the alien ship that day.
The red light pierced the infinite darkness and pointed at her.
"But He wouldn't allow it."
"He won't allow it now."
"We can wait for the day when He will truly be known to the world."
"Will that day really happen?"
"The flood will come eventually."
Kirkland whispered and drew on the ground with his secondary limbs. Soon, a three-headed hound logo appeared on the ground.
The hound from Hades was ferocious, with intertwined fangs, glaring at the two of them, seeming to be growling in a low voice.
The sage pointed at the three-headed hound, "The left represents the Space Marines, the middle represents the mortals, and the right represents the Mechanicus."
"You are the most humble mechanical sage I have ever seen."
Margot looked at the three-headed hell dog and thought,
"It's His will, not mine."
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(End of chapter)
