Chapter 311 The Time Has Not Come
When the crew of the Coronation reluctantly began to move their ship in compliance with the Night Lord's orders, they were surprised - mainly their navigator. It was discovered that the conditions in the nearby subspace were extremely...
"I have never seen a subspace like this. I don't think many people have seen it in their lifetime." Moraki, the navigator of the Coronation ·Gibran admitted that as one of the youngest marginal members of the powerful, ancient and noble Navigator family on Terra, his family's heritage can usually fully cover his lack of experience as a Navigator, "In my experience, According to family records, such calm situations at the dark edge of the galaxy are extremely, very rare - to use an inappropriate analogy, Sergeant Aeneas was wearing a gorgeous suit. The face of the thick metal link crown that covered the upper half of his face turned to the Astartes officer with a troubled face next to him - pretending not to see the slave collar around his neck.
“Just as we had been sailing in a place of darkness, filled with unknowable storms, claws in the sky and terrifying tentacled sea monsters in the abyss, the light of the God-Emperor’s Star Torch on Holy Terra It is the only lighthouse that illuminates this vast darkness, preventing us from being involved and allowing the navigator to concentrate on leading the ship back to the real universe; but now, there are dozens of evil and unclean things surrounding this planet that are dozens of light years away. All... hidden, it was like I was piloting the Coronation in a big, calm bathtub. I wouldn't say these abominations disappeared or ran away, but it was like they sensed something and hid. A monster returning to its lair..."
"——Being frightened by a bigger, stronger, and more ferocious monster king, he instinctively avoided the danger and hid back." Aeneas's expression showed a calm look of death, "I'm not surprised. So. What do you and our astropaths think about this, Moraki?" The voice of the veteran adjutant of the 3rd company had a hint of reproach, "They and you both felt when we were under psychic attack from the other side. What are you doing? "
"First of all, I must warn you that the other party has a... Although I hate to say this, they have an extremely otherworldly, astonishing and bold navigation talent and skill. Member, this colleague's hard work in recent weeks has almost pruned the nearby star field into a path in his own garden. According to my observation, I am currently going to fight her or him... There is indeed a little... Difficulty. As for the Astropaths..." Gibran was obviously considering his statement, "The leader of the Astropath Choir said that he and his choir... received a 'promised and unallowed revelation'"< br>
“What? Can you explain it in more detail and plainly?”
The navigator shook his head, and the hanging, metallic shiny cables brushed against his expensive Silk clothes, "I can't provide any more information. The astrological choir on the ship passed this news to me through the psychic sea. After that, they collectively began to enter into a fanatical prayer and praise chorus ceremony, refusing to make any more reactions and services." , including resistance, those prayers and praise ceremonies are not over yet - but I have an omen-like tarot divination result for you, Sergeant Aeneas."
"You are sure. Isn't this an omen of pollution and uncleanness? "Despite the fact that they were in prison, the consequence of not making a decisive decision to launch a collision attack or risk jumping into the warp is that they are now shaky. - But Sergeant Aeneas is still considering the possibility of leaving here, reporting the dark heresy here to the Chapter and Macragge or expressing his unfulfilled loyalty.
"If you think that the purity and loyalty of me and my family can be trusted, Aeneas, then you can listen, otherwise I will not force myself to do so."
Officer Astartes clicked Nodding, "Then please speak, Morachi Gibran."
The navigator solemnly said word for word, "You should revere and obey the black starry sky, because he is the judge of your hearts."
"What do you mean?! Is this asking us to fear... obey... heretics? That's it?! This is impossible, Morach, the revelation of the throne cannot ask us... to demand loyalty from Guilliman Sons do this!"
"-Also, follow the black and white plush."
"...What does this mean? Plush? This place? Black and white? Black-faced sheep? This planet is barren!" "To be honest, I don't know, but the instructions for this sentence are very clear. I I’ve read it over and over again and it’s impossible to get it wrong. It must have its own special meaning, maybe it’s just that the time has not come yet.”
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"Remote self-sensing remote control collar Astartes special version - it is indeed a wonderful invention, Dietrian, a master of psychic, mechanical and human nature, and the perfect crystallization of manual skills. He is worthy of Luv The talents that Ricks recommended to me are absolutely correct. Your service deserves recognition and your work should be rewarded."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Your Highness." The mechanical bishop used the ancient Martian etiquette to bow respectfully to the person on the throne, "Then may I..."
"But you are still not allowed to display your artistic talents on the outer armor of the Fearless Elder's sarcophagus, Bishop." The expressionless Lord of the Night coldly extinguished the flames of hope that were ignited in Dietrian's several eyepieces. "And if you are found to have disobeyed orders and sneaked into the Dreadnought hangar, I will confiscate your favorite priest assistant and all hand-modified servitors."
(*Ha! Coffin painting enthusiasts and human torture Master! I think he's well suited to serve my Legion - the contract with Mars was one of the least regretful execution decisions I've ever made)
"...No no, you wouldn't. "You can't do this!"
"Don't kill yourself, it won't happen," Lamizane said with a hint of warning, "Then our Titan machine. How is the situation with the captives?”
(*This is very characteristic of the leader of the Eighth Army. I hope you can use more words like this. Really.)
"Ah, this, Your Highness." Dietrian bowed slightly, "He has suffered too much pain before and has been in a state of deep anesthesia. According to my observation, it may take a long time to regain consciousness."< br>
“And those pains were entirely inflicted by you—can he return to serving as a pilot after recovery?”
“This—I can’t say, Your Highness, after recovering his basic sanity. I also need to completely reconstruct his personality, otherwise the model predicts that he will immediately fall into madness and start having severe epileptic seizures. Yeah, well, I think, all the personality and rationality that have been destroyed must be reconstructed for him. Knowledge is the only way.”
“It’s a good research topic. It’s up to you, Dietrian. The necessary application materials and resources can be submitted directly to me. If I am not available, submit them to Maca. Leon or Talos."
Looking away from the mechanical bishop, the Lord of the Night turned to the communication lady, "Get me through to Navigator Octavia."
(End of this chapter)