Chapter 249 240. Enlightenment
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 is silent, his black domain -
what exactly 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 in 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 Trazin's words. 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-like existence? 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 feeling about the Black Domain, if there is no restriction, the Black Domain should be slowly and irreversibly expanding -
the cracks squeezed by the pressure of the water flow will get bigger and bigger.
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. The astropaths looked scared and
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. Maybe other legions will 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 hugged her legs and huddled in the corner, while the sage in scarlet robes sat cross-legged next to her.
"He is not happy to see us like this, but what does he want us to do?"
Sage Kirkland made a sound. The calculation voice of unknown meaning said,
"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 city, and at the same time has the spontaneous enthusiasm for labor." "But currently, the adult is wary of
some Things, Pluto and Death are obviously warning about the future."
Margo blinked nervously. She remembered the vocabulary she saw in ancient books, although she did not fully understand the meaning of this vocabulary,
"[Great Flood]?"
" Maybe not."
Kirkland thought of the nightmares he had experienced, those rotting and wriggling 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 to you that knowledge is poisonous."
"Knowledge is poisonous?"
Margot chewed the sage's words with great effort.
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 kind of happiness and a kind of defense."
"I don't understand."
Kirkland made a burst of electronic sounds that simulated smashing his mouth.
"Margo, I am a sage. I have seen Too many of my colleagues or superiors have gone crazy."
"They know too much, and the contradictions and living knowledge bite them and drive them crazy."
Margot blinked in confusion, Kirkland You can see the stars trying to understand beating inside, which are the flickers of human beings when they are thinking,
"But Kirkland, I think you are normal. You know a lot, and you obviously know those poisonous thoughts, but you?"
Kirkland did. With a gesture of silencing, he leaned his head over and put his voice machine against Margo's ear. The
black stone on his red robe fell down and hit Margo's neck. Margo trembled without leaving a trace
. The reporter said in the lowest voice,
"I am a madman, and I have already died."
The voice brought a weak vibration, which made Margo's ears itch.
But the shock of the words was the source of her suffocation.
"The first time I went crazy was when I learned that all the miracles on Mars were just a rain of lies." "
Can you imagine the majestic rain in the sky? 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 nothing more than a scrap of paper." "
Can you imagine monsters flying in the sky that don't conform to gravity at all? Those existences beyond human imagination." "
My first Three times crazy."
"It was the thunder of Barbarus that woke me up and caused my remains to crawl out of the disciple's thinking engine."
Kirkland became more and more excited as he spoke. Through those inorganic electronic eyes, Margo seemed to see Green lightning pierced the darkness.
"I should have died a long time ago. I was already dead. Miracles woke me up and God showed me the direction. Do you understand?" "
I look normal now because adults want me to be like this. 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. The sage's words contained too many words that she could not understand, but she could read It turns out that this person has been broken into pieces and reorganized countless times -
Kirkland has experienced too much. He has transcended this era. In the long future, the sufferings that humans will have to experience and understand again and again will be overcome by him in a short time. Bear it all.
And the person who started it doesn't know it yet.
"He is too huge, so huge that he is ignorant. He needs to understand our rules, and I am the one who sounded the alarm for Him." "I can feel that the
knowledge that can bring a person to the verge of collapse, in His eyes, It's just a common sense that has been known for a long time, just like the fallen leaves wither and the seeds sprouting."
Kirkland once asked the adult for his 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 is used to this."
"He is used to this!"
Margo thought, she knew too little, but she was trying to follow the sage's thinking,
"Just like that adult did to us. Attitude?"
Kirkland nodded solemnly,
"He has never noticed anything unusual. Maybe the Death Guard or the God of Death around the adult could accidentally glimpse the truth -" "-But
they are all too numb! They were manipulated by the adult. They are deceived by their appearance! Those Barbarus, or the boring Terrans," "
They have not studied, they have not thought, and cannot truly understand things other than mud or slashing!" "
They." The sage paused for a moment, and Margo could hear the sizzling sound of electricity.
"They are war machines. They won't understand." "
At least not now."
Margo swallowed.
"Then have we ever understood? What do you think, sir?"
Kirkland shook his head silently,
"We can't bear that much, we can only warn him from our perspective and assist him."
"Is there anyone who truly understands his thoughts?"
Kirkland said silently again. Shaking her head,
"Maybe it's the God of Death, maybe 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, golden His eyes sparkled,
"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 He handed the black stone pendant
to Margo, who took it carefully. This black gem seemed to be the deepest black, carrying the coldest and ruthless laws in the universe.
The two people huddled together in the corner, admiring the small stone.
Mago gently pinched the black stone with her fingers, and a slight familiar feeling bloomed in her fingertips,
"This is?"
"The fragments that fell from the main tower when your Excellency performed the miracle on Barbarus."
"It's up here. There's a feeling of Him."
"It's Him."
For Kirkland, the black stone 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 want 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 repressed and low voice sounded, as if he was facing the 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 failed. You are The first mortal to find Pluto's subspace."
"He chose you."
Margot was silent, feeling the weight on her earlobes. She thought of Pluto staring at her on the alien ship that day.
The red light pierced the infinite darkness and pointed at her.
"But He won't allow it."
"He won't allow it now."
"We can wait, waiting for the day when He is truly known to the world."
"Will that day really come?"
"The flood will eventually come."
Kirkland whispered, drawing on the ground with his spare limbs, and soon, a The 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 side represents the Space Marines, the middle represents the mortals, and the right side represents the Mechanicus." "
You are the most humble Mechanicus sage I have ever seen."
Mago looked at the three-headed hound of hell and thought. ,
"This is His will, not mine."
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(End of chapter)