Chapter 52 50. Archives, and
the Historian Endurance, the Third Archives.
Now.
.The
already sparsely populated Third Archives Room was even less crowded today. Some servitors in simple gray-green robes quietly shuttled between the bookshelves, placing books, taking them out, transcribing them, rustling them, scratching them with their woolen pens. The sound crossed the paper lightly.
The Third Archives did not completely maintain the consistent simple style of the entire Endurance. Although gray and green are the main colors here, some simple and even crude lamps protruded from the walls, providing the only light source in the archives.
It is so dark that an extra slender and small desk lamp is added to each table in the Third Archives Room. If readers need it, they will sit on a chair and turn on this small desk lamp.
A huge, detailed, and even exaggerated mural loomed in the dim light. The artists worked hard to carve out the nobility and magnificence of the emperor. The idealized and symbolized idealism was displayed in this mural.
This is a mural depicting the Emperor's first encounter with Mortarion.
The ominous gray-green mist seeped from all sides of the painting, but was driven away in vain and powerlessly by the golden threads 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, which is holy and noble.
The emperor lowered his eyes with pity, sympathy, and joy.
He held his dying son in his arms. Mortarion's body was gray and rotten, his gray robes broken like withered bones.
This is a dying God of Death. Anyone who sees it will feel uneasy and panic deep in their hearts.
But the Emperor on the screen was not there, holding Mortarion in his arms and saving his lost heir.
Praise the Emperor.
Well, Mortarion would definitely not be happy if he saw this scene.
Hades stood next to this painting. Every time he came to the Third Archives Room to borrow and return books, he would stop for a while in front of this painting.
This painting is so exquisite, with strong contrast between the Emperor and Mortarion, the dark and depressing environment and the Emperor shining with the light of redemption. The dim lighting of the Third Archives adds a touch of mystery to it.
Hades marveled. This is a mural that makes people involuntarily praise the Emperor as long as it is seen. Mortal artists have 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 if Mortarion had seen this painting before, and if so, what kind of picture it would be.
But it is very possible that Mortarion has already seen this painting, but he can't point to the painting with the Death Guards surrounding him and say, I don't like it, paint another one.
But there is a high probability that a person will be incompetent and furious for a while afterwards.
In fact, in addition to the troops, the artists, poets, and historians responsible for recording and praising the legion's achievements were also indispensable members of the Great Crusade.
And it was such mortals, those whom the Space Marines looked down upon more or less, who could draw a picture that could make a Primarch furious for a moment.
Tsk tsk tsk.
After admiring the mural, Hades waved, and a servitor shrank and walked over obediently.
Hades handed the servitor the books he borrowed last time - "Bedtime Stories for Aristocratic Children", "101 Swear Words in Low Gothic", "Learning Gothic Languages, From Beginner to the Grave".
He waved his hand, and the servitor left. Hades, on the other hand, took the familiar route and went straight to the area where he last borrowed books.
He wants to study today!
Hades looked up and down in front of the bookshelf, looking left and right, and then picked up a book called "One Hundred Gossips of Terra".
The tables in this archive room were all empty, so Hades randomly picked a table in the corner, sat down and started reading.
The book was full of bizarre and ridiculous short stories, high Gothic satire, and low Gothic jokes. Hades quickly devoted himself to the book
until -
a figure sat opposite him.
A skinny, shriveled figure with a faded dark red cloak, and layers of wrinkled clothes hidden under the cloak. The edges of the cloak were washed and roughened, and became particularly clear under the illumination of a small desk lamp.
"Hello."
The visitor said in stumbling Barbarian language.
Hades looked at the old man in surprise. Judging from his mortal body, he looked slightly short.
Hades responded in High Gothic.
[Hello, you are? ]
The old man smiled with relief and a little fear,
"I am the historical recorder who followed the Twilight Raiders before and is now the historical recorder of the Death Guard."
There is no word "historian" in Barbarus.
[Are you a historian? ]
The other party nodded,
Hades looked around, there was no one else.
He remembered that he had never seen anyone like this old man since he came to the Endurance. All he met every day were Space Marines, servitors, and mortal crew members.
[Just one person? ]
"Yes, sir, I am the only one."
"My companions, those poets who pursue passion and romance. They couldn't bear the dullness of the legion's running-in period, so they applied to go to the front line one after another to sing the glory of the Great Expedition." Ha
. Dis looked at the old historian opposite,
"Why don't you go?" ]
A glimmer of light flashed in the old man's deep eyes,
"My companions are a little impatient. The running-in period of a legion will be an important stage in establishing the future development of this legion." The
old man looked at Hades, seeming to mean something. But this feeling disappeared in an instant, leaving only a stooped historian.
Hades raised his eyebrows. Was he trying to find him and ask him to persuade Mortarion, or was he just speaking from the experience of an old historian?
But the mortal historian opposite him has no position or reason? Furthermore, he didn’t elaborate.
Or... he said this deliberately to arouse Hades's opinion and make Hades chat with him?
Hades thought to talk to the historian again.
Hades walked out of the Third Archives Room, holding in his hand the "Chronicle of Urs" that the historian had just recommended to him.
I practiced speaking High Gothic and talked about some local customs on Barbarus, which was pretty good.
Maybe he was too worried.
Hades thought.
Random thoughts:
I checked about the Mechanicus later and found that the attitude of the 30k Mechanicus towards creation is "Schrödinger's state".
To put it simply, the sage himself invents and creates privately, which is not the same; if an outsider wants to modify the machine without permission, I'm sorry, you have violated the sacred law of complexity, which is not the same.
When I have time later, I will revise the previous article
and the latest plot. I, uh,
the official author, drove the car in front of me, and the fan writer was crying and chasing after me.
Happy reading ()
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