The Death Guard fleet docked in the Just galaxy and naturally adjusted the ship's rhythm to the time of Just main star.
So it is now the early morning hours aboard the Endurance.
The empty cafeteria was dim, and a sense of emptiness and alienation filled the rows of neatly arranged steel tables. On the other side of the line of sight, the white light from the corridor dimly stained a corner of the ground.
Hardy puffed his cheeks, waiting for his midnight snack.
Why did things turn out like this
Originally he was commanding the battle well. Whether it was Memanik, the Nurgle believers who suddenly popped out, Randan, or the dark angel behind Randan, Hades thought he handled it well.
This time the teammates were also very strong and the pace was also good.
But why, why did it turn out like this
You have clearly done your best, so why are you still slandered as a god
The porridge came, and only this little bit of white porridge had a little warmth, warming his heart that was hurt by Kirkland and Margot.
They actually called Hades a non-human.
What’s even more infuriating is that Hades couldn’t argue with them.
He was almost fooled.
To make an inappropriate analogy, Hades now feels frustrated about losing the battle, and the price of failure is his own human rights.
No, he is a human.
Let's put those two fanatics aside for now and let Hades sort out his logic.
No matter how he thought about it, he was still a human being. Hades had read the pharmacist's physical examination report and knew that he had everything a human should have.
Well, on a biological level, he is human.
His attitude is easy to explain. He was not born and raised in this cesspool. His concept of equality is easy to explain, although he cannot say it.
Well, on the ideological level, he is also a human being.
The only thing that is hard to explain is that Hades is silent, his black domain -
What on earth is this thing
Hades is a pragmatist. His attitude towards the Black Domain is more about practice and application, and he has an empirical style.
Anyway, a lot of human development is based on first knowing how to use this thing, and then going back to supplement the theory. How could primitive humans who could use fire know about oxidation reactions
At first, Hades simply classified himself as an untouchable with a strange style. After all, he was really weak on Barbarus, and the Black Domain was just so-so.
But later, Hades recalled that his black domain did have some supermodels, and if it was explained according to Trazyn's theory.
Hades tried hard to create a black hole in his imagination.
Based on his previous warp voyage, Hades imagined the warp as an ocean with various colored currents.
According to his previous information, Hades himself is a big hole or crack in the ocean, pumping the water out of this world.
Well. Because he is a time traveler, so his projection in this world is a crack, which seems to make sense.
But why does it only have this effect on the subspace
Hades once again recalled what Trazyn 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 filter paper? Filtering out the subspace and leaving the physical world
Hades could also vaguely feel that he had a better compatibility with the [Laws of Physics]. After he swallowed some Void Dragon fragments, this feeling became more obvious.
In his imagination, Hades added a membrane to this black hole, and the physical universe could not pass through this membrane.
According to reason and Hades' own feelings about the Black Domain, if there were no restrictions, the Black Domain should be expanding slowly and irreversibly -
The cracks squeezed by the water pressure will become larger and larger.
But now it should be the Emperor who gave him psychic power and ruthlessness, so Hades can feel that he is being [restricted].
If he thought in this way, Hades could understand who he really was.
But what the hell is it if there is a response to prayers
Since he is already a black hole, Hades does not think that he has the concept and authority like the so-called [Warp God], who can respond to believers and gain power from their prayers.
Moreover, those oil guys prayed for so long, but Hades didn't feel anything. If it were based on the perception level in the interrogation room just now, Hades should have been able to sense something a long time ago.
Hmm. Hades was silent.
Wait, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have never asked others about his subspace image in their eyes
Logically speaking, anyone who is an astropath or a psyker should be able to see the subspace, right
Hades remembered the last time he went to find the Endurance's astropaths, the astropaths looked scared.
It’s decided that he will do an experiment!
Hades stood up and told him to quickly sort out his personal affairs, otherwise the official documents would be endless!
On Hades' command board, official approvals from the Death Guard were beeping non-stop.
One thing that all psionic species should understand is that it is unfortunate not to become a psionicist of the Death Guard.
The dungeon of the Endurance is as boring as the Endurance itself. Perhaps other legions would have some torture instruments, but there is nothing in the Death Guard's cells.
Literally, nothing.
This is an empty room with the light on at the brightest. In the corner, two people are sitting on the floor, whispering to each other.
Margot in military green garb hugged her legs and huddled in the corner, while the sage in scarlet robe sat cross-legged beside her.
“He is not happy to see us like this, but what does He want us to do?”
The Kirkland Sage made a sound of incomprehensible calculations.
"Based on my analysis of the adult's behavior template, he should hope that everyone has the happiness level of the upper middle class of the hive city, and at the same time has the spontaneous enthusiasm for work."
"But at the moment, it seems that the adults are on guard against something, and Pluto and the God of Death are clearly on guard against the future."
Margot blinked nervously, remembering a word she had seen in an ancient book, although she did not fully understand the meaning of the word.
"[The Great Flood]?"
"Perhaps not."
Kirkland thought of the nightmares he had experienced, the rotting, squirming pieces of flesh, the 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.
Unfortunately, as a mortal, Margot will not be able to further reach higher realms.
"I can't explain to you that knowledge is poisonous."
"Knowledge. Is it poisonous?"
Margo chewed on the sage's words with great effort.
Kirkland nodded seriously, remembering the days when he listened to Blackstone's explanations while enduring the boiling of his brain cells.
“Knowledge is poisonous. Ignorance is bliss and a defense.”
"I don't understand."
Kirkland made an electronic sound simulating smacking lips.
"Margo, I am a sage, and I have seen too many of my colleagues or superiors go crazy."
"They know too much. Contradictions and living knowledge are gnawing at them, driving them crazy."
Margot blinked in confusion, and Kirkland could see the starlight dancing inside, trying to understand, the twinkling of a human being when thinking.
"But. Kirkland, I think you are normal. You know a lot, and you obviously know those toxic thoughts, but you?"
Kirkland made a silencing gesture, leaned forward, and placed his voice machine against Margot's ear.
The black stone on his red robe fell down and hit Margot's neck. Margot trembled slightly.
The wise man said in the lowest voice,
"I'm a madman, and I've died before."
The sound brought a faint vibration that tickled Margot'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 the miracle of all things on Mars was just a rain of lies."
"The second time I went crazy was when I realized that the ideological foundation of the empire was nothing but a piece of waste paper."
"Can you imagine monsters flying in the sky that don't conform to gravity at all? Those are beyond human imagination."
“I went crazy for the third time.”
"It was the thunder of Barbarus that awakened me, allowing my remains to crawl out of my disciple's mind engine."
Kirkland became more and more excited as he spoke, and through those inorganic electronic eyes, Margot seemed to see green lightning flashing through the darkness.
"I should have died a long time ago. I was already dead. The miracle woke me up. God showed me the way. Do you understand?"
"I look normal now because adults want me to be normal. Only in this way can I stay."
"But you are imprisoned in the same dungeon as me now, you shouldn't be so anxious to expose yourself."
Margot said calmly. The sage's words contained too many words that she could not understand, but she could read that this person had been broken and reassembled countless times.
Kirkland has experienced too much, he has transcended this era. In the long future, the suffering that mankind will have to experience and understand again and again was all endured by him in a short period of time.
And the one who started it is still unaware of it.
"He is too big, too big to be ignorant. He needs to understand our rules, and I am the one who rings the alarm for him."
"I can feel that the knowledge that can bring a person to the brink of collapse is nothing more than common sense that He has known for a long time, just like fallen leaves withering and seeds sprouting."
Kirkland had asked about the adults’ stories.
In Pluto's early life, he was ostracized by the crowd and often sat in a daze in the wilderness, staring at the muddy river of Barbaryus for the whole day.
To Him, the truth of the universe is just like water flowing away.
"—and He is used to it."
"He's used to this!"
Margot thought, she knew so little, but she tried to keep up with the sage's thinking.
"Just like that adult's attitude towards us?"
Kirkland nodded seriously.
"He never noticed anything unusual. Perhaps the Death Guards around that lord, or the God of Death, could catch a glimpse of the truth by chance—"
"—But they are too numb! They are deceived by the appearance of adults! Those Barbarus people, or the boring Terra people,"
"They haven't studied, they haven't thought, they can't really understand anything other than mud or hacking and slashing!"
"They." The sage paused for a moment. Margot could hear the crackling sound of electricity.
"They are war machines, they won't understand"
"At least not now."
Margot swallowed.
"Then do we understand what the adults are thinking?"
Kirkland shook his head silently.
"We can't bear so much, we can only warn Him and assist Him from our perspective."
"Is there anyone who truly understands His thoughts?"
Kirkland shook his head again in silence.
“Maybe he is the god of death, maybe not. He is destined to reject people 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 His way is not alone.”
Kirkland stretched out his main limb, ran his fingertips across the edge of the red robe, and plucked 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 laws in the universe.
The two people huddled together in the corner, admiring the tiny stone.
Margot gently pinched the black stone with her fingers, and a faint familiar feeling blossomed at her fingertips.
"This is?"
"The fragments that fell from the main tower when the lord performed his miracle in Barbarus."
“There’s a sense of Him in this.”
“It is He.”
For Kirkland, Black Rock is a photograph that preserves the feeling of that moment.
But it was too weak, really too weak, and a trace of spiritual energy could extinguish it.
"You're going to give this to me, Kirkland?"
Margot blinked in surprise and caution, then looked at Kirkland, but her hands did not stop moving. She lifted one side of her hair and hung the black stone on her ear.
Kirkland's suppressed and low voice sounded, as if he was facing a truth that he was unwilling to accept.
"You are necessary. That Lord cares more about mortals than the creatures of the Mechanicus."
"And the attempts of the Mechanicus have all failed. You are the first mortal to find the Pluto Warp."
“He chose you.”
Margot was silent, feeling the weight on her earlobe. She remembered the day when Pluto stared at her on the alien ship.
The red light pierced through the infinite darkness and pointed at her.
“But He would not allow it.”
"He won't allow it now."
“We can wait, wait for the day when He will be truly known to the world.”
“Will that day really come?”
“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 the underworld looked ferocious, with fangs bared, glaring at the two men and seeming to be growling in a low voice.
The Magus pointed to the three-headed hound, "The left one represents the Space Marines, the middle one represents the mortals, and the right one represents the Mechanicus."
"You are the most humble mechanical sage I have ever met."
Margot looked at the three-headed dog of hell and thought,
"This is His will, not mine."
I don’t know what to say, I’ve finished coding it in advance, so I’ll post it!
(End of this chapter)