Chapter 228 Tuchucha
The door opened inward with the sound of hissing air, revealing a brand new cave. The nearly seventy-meter-high vaulted ceiling separates the multi-colored rock formations and demarcates an empty and dull passage. The murals on the walls seemed to be alive under the illumination of searchlights, like the water waves in the depths of a dry well swaying and flickering.
Alfaris stopped beside a heavy chain protruding from the exposed rock.
"Omegan has been here." Through some kind of twin memory that may be deeper than the ordinary Primarch, Alpharius read out the nine-dimensional memory from the chain that seemed to be the same on the surface. The head of another snake wandered here.
"He did not lie about the most valuable part of his memory to this day, Alpharius. The coordinate positioning of the subspace here has been lost due to a unique undercurrent of pressure and turbulence, which has made Omi Gon's legendary quest across half the galaxy to find Macragge becomes explicable."
Perturabo's body carrying the C'tan fragments.
He and Morse followed Alpharius together, experiencing how the Primarch, who was known for his spy skills, relied on the most ingenious path planning and the lightest agility to track him. He found the planet in the Perditus system through the traces left by his twin brothers, avoided the local people's protection of the holy land, and quietly sneaked into the depths of the cave described by Omegan as "an engine that travels through subspace." at.
"Yes, we don't." Alpharius said. "We know how important the means of traveling through the Warp will be to the Emperor. The value of truth here is greater than lies."
"It seems that sanity still exists in your incomprehensible spirit, Alpharius "Morse said, "I just thought of one thing, that is, from a technical perspective, your disguise skills are better than Omegon's, and your professional level is also slightly better."
"He. Growing alone outside of the Emperor's glory, it is natural to be lacking." Alpharius replied in a low voice, looking up at the stone ball suspended in the air.
"But by various coincidences, Omegon has touched the edge of a core area of the Emperor's plan earlier than you," Morse said. "I hope you will relay this sentence to Malcador as it is and let him judge. You will have the authority to do so, instead of allowing Omegon or you to explore and destroy the key. In the name of the Emperor, he will need you to do this."
Alfaris did not answer, but Petula. Beau knew that the mysterious Primarch had memorized it. As long as he still had a shred of respect and loyalty to the Emperor, he would not be too smart after Morse's warning.
Within their sight, the huge cave was quite empty, without too many lights, various machines and equipment, dials or cables, as if no one had ever disturbed the tranquility of this place.
A perfect sphere is resting in the sky, with marble-like black and gray tones, and slowly moving golden spots on the surface, like an independent small world in the sky.
Ten and two-thirds meters, Perturabo immediately visually determined its diameter, but its material was an unsolved mystery.
When he observed the sphere, he also experienced a strange sense of gaze. Perturabo was not sure what kind of external equipment the sphere relied on to conduct an external observation, but the feeling of alienness coming from the sphere became stronger.
“Omegon claims that this thing can talk.” Perturabo said, standing still and not approaching rashly. "It was described as being willing to communicate, to collaborate, but to have other agendas. Also, that conversation took place in the spirit."
Morse surveyed this strange thing that was also foreign to him Thing: "It needs an interface to speak to the outside world. A template and carrier to show it human thinking patterns. And we now have two options. One, capture a Perditus from the outside who regards this place as a holy place. Let’s ask about possible communication methods. Second, apply the cryptography that humans have developed for tens of thousands of years to this sphere that has a history of hundreds or even tens of millions of years.”
"Let the Adeptus Mechanicus come?" Alpharius asked.
"Too slow," said Perturabo, stepping towards the sphere. He felt that strange energy seemed to be emerging from the fragments of the Star God sealed in this body by the Emperor. This was a rare phenomenon that had not been seen in several days.
However, through the ripples of emotion, what the fragments and round spheres convey to each other is not a resonance, but a low impulse that is almost hostile.
He stood under the huge and cold sphere, identifying whether there was any tendency of movement in the sphere, and whether the patterns on it could be interpreted. Unfortunately, the answer Perturabo received was no.
Its working principle or internal structure is a mystery, and all the golden spots on the surface of this gray-black sphere are only slowly moving, converging or separating in an irregular manner like electricity.
+Can I have a conversation? +Morse uses his psychic powers. His consciousness came into contact with the inside of the sphere, where he could indeed find a more active substance.
+……+
The sphere responded to him with veritable eagerness.
A kind of primitive communication that is higher than language unfolds in the form of abandoning artificial words and denying the internal thinking logic of the species. Morse got the attention of two Primarchs. After a few seconds, Morse raised his hand and constructed a blue shadow composed of psychic energy.
The sphere also responded with feedback. The unknown substance made the friction and tremor of a rolling stone when it moved, and the air exuded a burnt smell. Two synapses extended from the two poles of the sphere, spreading into several centimeters. A long, circular knotted web connected with psychic phantoms.
The blue energy was reshaped in the link with the machine, forming a boy lying on the ground, no more than eight Earth years old, with unblinking eyes, resembling a silent body emitting blue light. corpse.
A tube extends from the psionic projection's back and under its skull, connecting it to the sphere.
A few seconds later, it stood up abruptly, its movements stiff, and its eyeballs radiated light; the golden spots on the surface of the sphere moved at high speed, and the patterns changed, as if it was struggling to control a strange puppet.
"You are here." The psychic puppet said expressionlessly, and the way he shook his hands was so mechanical that it took Perturabo a moment to realize that this was a greeting.
The Iron Lord confirmed that neither Morse nor Alpharius had the desire to talk, and knew that he was the one among the three who had received the task of communicating with a strange individual. He suddenly discovered that the frequency of conversations with aliens seemed to be slightly higher recently.
"You were waiting for us." said Perturabo. "Did you know we would come?"
"One of you once spoke to me." The psychic doll replied, Its voice echoes in both physical and spiritual thoughts. "I believe you will continue to come."
"How did he find you?"
"A shuttle. An accident. I am a servant of the Deadly Sea. I am everywhere."
"What are you?" Pettu Labo took a step forward, but the unfamiliar aura of the psychic doll made him reluctant to get closer.
"I am Tuchucha. I believe I can be your friend, try to be patient with me, people." said the puppet.
"I'm not asking for your name. I don't care what you call it, Tuchucha." Perturabo said calmly, recalling the last conversation with the Star God Shard.
"I am everything, I am anything. I am a ship. You know my power, I feel your thoughts, your voice touches mine. But it's too big, bigger than the rest of you Bigger. There are two voices in you."
Perturabo did not answer immediately. He raised his head from the psychic puppet and stared at the gray-black sphere itself.
He thought about the significance of this thing, listing its role in the Empire and its hidden threats. He knew that the Emperor would not let go of any treasures involving the secrets of the Warp, otherwise Alpharius would not be sent to Macragge to discuss the Warp Engine with Mors.
"You can transfer people to another location in an instant. This is an uncontrollable and dangerous phenomenon, Tuchucha." Perturabo spoke, skillfully controlling the mental impact of the Star God fragments. The fatigue brought by squeezing utility, "Only when we can be sure that you are useful enough to the empire and harmless, can you be used or even saved from destruction."
"I can't prove my harmlessness. , people." Tuchucha replied. "Tell us your needs, the price you demand for serving the Imperium of Man."
"I don't need payment." Tuchucha said, and the puppet voice it borrowed began to become harsh. "I just need to fulfill my responsibilities. And a return. Do you need me to show my power, people ?”
Alfaris did not speak and took the initiative to step forward. There are only three people in this cave: Perturabo, Mors, and him. Perturabo will not leave, and he does not want Mors to leave.
"To the frigate." Alpharius said.
The next moment, his mind and body suddenly experienced a shaking, feeling somewhere between the bumps of a ship and a subspace teleportation. The scene in front of him changed after a blur. Alpharius pushed against the wall rushing toward him and his vision returned to clarity.
This is the corridor of the frigate above the orbit.
The ball of Tuchucha and the shadow of the psychic puppet were floating beside him, fluttering up and down amidst the sirens sounding from the ship.
His exclamation was hidden by his habit. "Go back," Alpharius said.
Tuchucha took him back to the cave. Alpharius nodded briefly to Perturabo, while Morse shook his head slightly.
Perturabo's expression remained unchanged. He maintained the calmness and dignity he thought was appropriate, realizing that the Primarch could not resist the power of this machine, and Morse did not crack the diagram in this experiment. How Chucha works.
"There is no gravity displacement, no energy return." Perturabo described the parts he could see, "Very powerful. I hope you can send Alpharius to the Iron-Blooded Ship in Ultramar. The Empire needs more Professional negotiator and researcher communicate with you, Tuchucha. Can you do it?"
"Do you need to come along?" Tuchucha asked.
"I hope Alpharius returns first." Perturabo said, sending the current known information to his own location in the blink of an eye.
After Alpharius returned, Tuchucha was unable to pose a threat to Perturabo and Morse - through a simple analysis, we can know that no one can trap Morse, and in the end The worst outcome would be to lose a Star God fragment.
Tuchucha's psychic puppet stared intently at Perturabo. As time passed silently, Tuchucha's voice finally sounded again.
"Of course, Perturabo." said the doll, "your request is reasonable."
Alfaris disappeared from the cave, and not long after, Perturabo emerged from where he was still The main body of the Iron Blood learned that Alpharius knocked on his office door.
Part of the pressure in his heart dissipated.
"Next, do I need to wait for more professional negotiators and researchers?" Tuqiu asked. "Aren't you the most professional of your species?"
"I have a question. You said you need a comeback, what do you mean?"
Tuchucha's puppet stared at him, its hollow, inorganic psionic puppet's lips twisted into an inhuman smile.
Then, a familiar force suddenly grabbed Perturabo's arm.
"You pull me, Perturabo, I have to deal with it..."
"Morse? What-"
+The power of the Star God ……+
The surrounding environment suddenly changed at high speed between brilliance and darkness, and the gravel and dust quickly expanded into a thick fog and a howling wind in the soul.
Perturabo grabbed the black robe at Morse's back and felt that the fragment of the Star God suppressed in his chest was being pulled hard by a psychic force full of cold hostility, and then Reblocked by Morse's golden spell.
At the same time, a temporary force field was opened, and the shell, which had become a container for debris that had become unsuitable for any warp navigation, was under the protection of the Artisan.
Morse's clothes were blown away by the wind of ether and lost their physical form, almost turning into a fluttering black cloth. Golden chains protruded from the hands of the craftsmen, trying to trap the Tuchucha engine that was leading the voyage, but the result was not good - the ancient technology was operating according to a set of incomprehensible patterns, which gave Morse's actions brought unprecedented difficulties.
"This thing wants to go to the Obscure Star Realm..." Morse's voice reached Perturabo's ears through a roar, and he was trying his best to interfere with this strange and difficult-to-break transmission. "It wants to go." Find one called Ouroboros..."
"Stop it..." cried Perturabo.
For countless moments, Perturabo saw the iconic white mist of the Webway flash before his eyes, followed closely by a large number of twisted creatures and strange wreckage of the warp.
The webway, subspace and reality are constantly alternating, forming a twisted and uncertain realm. Time and space are broken and meaningless in this mutual dispute, just like the universe The rules have been rewoven. Every position is infinite, every moment is eternity.
+Zahulash! + Tuchucha's consciousness rumbled. It recognized the fragment preserved within Perturabo, which was surprising, but Perturabo had no time to think.
His back hit countless indescribable objects in the subspace. Reality and ether alternately appeared, and a deafening shattering sound replaced all other noises, accompanied by dazzling light and invisible shock waves. These objects seem to be fragments of space, perhaps bubbles of time, or real objects; every impact will create violent energy fluctuations, which are not only physical impacts, but also carry a non-material force beyond understanding, reality. The physical laws of the world are powerless here.
A metal object that was originally floating in the real universe was carried a certain distance in the aftermath of their entanglement, and then derailed during a certain struggle and impact, deviating from their destination. Perturabo had no time to judge what it was.
They continued to fall into the unknown abyss.
Okay, this volume is finally finished!
Let me remind you that tomorrow should be extra time.
Preview of the next volume:
"It's just the loss of tendons and skin. My friend, hold on a little longer and don't interrupt my meal."
(End of Chapter)