Endurance, Archive Room 3.
Now.
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The already sparsely populated Third Archives Room was even emptier today. Some robot servants in simple gray-green robes quietly shuttled between the bookshelves, placing books, taking them out, and transcribing them. The sound of the woollen pen tip gently scratching across the paper could be heard.
The third archive room did not completely maintain the simple style of the entire Endurance. Although gray and green were the main colors here, some simple and even crude lamps extended from the walls, providing the only light source in the archive room.
It was so dim that a slender and small desk lamp was added to each table in the third archive room. If a reader needed it, they would sit on the chair and turn on the small desk lamp.
A huge, detailed, even exaggerated mural is faintly visible in the dim light. The artists have used all their efforts to carve out the emperor's nobility and magnificence. The idealized and symbolized idealism is displayed in this mural.
This is a mural depicting the Emperor's first encounter with Mortarion.
An ominous gray-green mist seeped in from all sides of the picture, but was futilely and powerlessly driven away by the golden lines surrounding the emperor's portrait.
The emperor in the picture is not wearing his golden armor, but only the simplest white robe. Bright green leaves fix the white robe, making him look holy and noble.
The emperor lowered his eyes with pity, sympathy and joy.
He held his dying child in his arms, a gray, rotten body, his tattered gray robes like dry bones.
This is a dying god of death. Anyone who sees him will feel deep-seated anxiety and panic.
But the Emperor in the picture did not do that. He held Mortarion in his arms and saved his lost child.
Praise the Emperor.
Well. Mortarion would definitely not be happy if he saw this scene.
Hades stood next to the painting, and every time he came to the third archive room to borrow or return books, he would stop in front of the painting for a while.
This painting is so exquisite, with the sharp contrast between the Emperor and Mortarion, the gloomy and depressing environment and the Emperor shining with the light of salvation, and the dim light in the third archive room adds a touch of mystery.
Hades marveled at this mural. It was a mural that would make people praise the Emperor involuntarily upon seeing it. The mortal artists had indeed carved the glory of the Emperor in the Great Crusade.
But Mortarion would definitely not be happy.
Hades shuddered silently. He didn't know whether Mortarion had seen this painting. If he had, he wondered what the picture would be like.
However, it is very likely that Mortarion has already seen this painting, but he can't point at this painting and say to the Death Guards surrounding him, "I don't like it, draw a new one."
But it is more likely that a person will be furious for a while afterwards.
In fact, in addition to the troops, artists, poets, and historians who are responsible for recording and praising the achievements of the legions are also an indispensable part of the Great Crusade.
And it was these mortals, those mortals whom the Space Marines more or less looked down upon, who could draw a picture that could make a Primarch powerless and furious for a while.
Tsk tsk tsk.
After admiring the mural, Hades waved his hand, and a mechanical servant shrank back and walked over obediently.
Hades handed the books he borrowed last time to the servitor - "Bedtime Stories for Aristocratic Children", "One Hundred and One Dirty Words in Low Gothic", and "Gothic Language Learning, From Beginners to Graveyard".
He waved his hand, and the robot servant went away. Hades went straight to the area where he borrowed books last time, as if he was familiar with the route.
Today he wants to study!
Hades looked up and down in front of the bookshelf, looking left and right, and then picked up a book called "One Hundred Terran Gossips".
All the tables in the archive room were empty, so Hades just picked a table in the corner, sat down and started reading.
The book is full of bizarre and hilarious passages, high Gothic satire, low Gothic jokes, and Hades quickly immersed himself in the book.
until-
A figure sat down opposite him.
"Hello."
The visitor spoke in halting Babarus language.
Hades looked at the old man in surprise. The old man seemed a little short even for a mortal.
Hades responded in High Gothic.
[Hello, who are you?]
The old man smiled with relief and a little fear.
"I am the historian who followed the Dusk Raiders and now the historian of the Death Guard."
There is no word for "historian" in the Barbarus language.
[Are you a historian?]
The other party nodded.
Hades looked around, but there was no one else.
He remembered that since he came to the Endurance, he had not seen anyone like this old man. What he met every day were Space Marines, servitors, and mortal crew members.
[Are you alone?]
"Yes, sir, it's just me."
"My companions are poets who pursue passion and romance. They cannot stand the dullness of the legion's adjustment period, so they apply to go to the front line to sing the glory of the Great Crusade."
Hades looked at the old historian opposite him.
[Why don’t you go?]
There was a glimmer of light in the old man's deep eyes.
"My companions are getting a little impatient. The running-in period of a legion will be an important stage in laying the foundation for the future development of the legion."
The old man looked at Hades, as if he had some implication, but the feeling disappeared in an instant, leaving only a hunched historian.
Hades raised his eyebrows. Was he looking for him to persuade Mortarion, or was this just an old historian speaking from his own experience
But the mortal historian in front of him had no position or reason? Besides, he didn't explain it in detail.
Or... did he say that on purpose to provoke Hades's opinion and get Hades to talk to him
Hades thought he should talk to the historian again.
Hades walked out of the third archive room, holding the "Chronicles of Urshi" that the historian had just recommended to him.
I practiced my spoken High Gothic and talked about some of the local customs and practices on Barbarus, which was pretty good.
Maybe he was just overthinking it.
Hades thought.
Thoughts:
I did some research on the Mechanicus later and found that the attitude of the Mechanicus in 30k towards creation was "Schrödinger's state".
To put it simply, if a wise man invents and creates something privately, it is allowed; if an outsider wants to modify the machine without authorization, I'm sorry, you have violated the law of sacred complexity and it is not allowed.
I will revise the previous article when I have time later.
And the latest plot I. Uh.
The official author was driving fast in the front, while the fan fiction writers were crying and chasing after him.
Happy reading()
(End of this chapter)