paranoianovel Chapter 125 "Decoration"
Chapter 125 "Decoration"
Baina's robe lay leisurely in the subspace, with its small corners rolled up and stretched out, looking like an old lady lying on a rocking chair listening to a play.
Everything is fine, it would be even better if there is sun to bask in.
It's not exactly a scam, now it's eavesdropping on the chat between two Chaos Demons.
The devil said to another devil: Believe me, there are really many guys who want to have fun in that world. I went there last time and it was so fun. If I lie to you, I met that guy with a white helmet and white armor when I went out. Astartes.
Another demon said, you swear on the subspace, you will really meet that guy if you lie.
Then the lying demon ran away.
uninteresting.
Bainapao stretched, and then floated slowly in the subspace. At this time, brilliant beams of light attracted its attention. There were several beams of light that it had seen similar to it, and some of them were rare and powerful.
It slowly floated over there, ready to see the excitement.
There are countless weird landscapes in the bizarre subspace, but the current scene is still beyond imagination.
A lot of black shadows wandered in the subspace, and then a black tower-like structure appeared, but soon white joined the activity. It turned into an octopus-like structure, swallowed itself, and then the subspace A touch of green appeared out of thin air. In the distance, red and yellow intertwined, constantly changing and merging, and finally turned into a blue moon.
A large pool of transparent liquid hit the moon like a waterfall of "liquid". It was difficult to explain the undefined color and shape it turned into in the end. Baina Pao could only see the final form of this pile of things heading towards Flying towards the super storm that traverses the subspace.
It seems that he wants to pass through the super subspace storm and reach the area corresponding to the bright side of the empire.
The storm was raging violently, but this strange substance actually managed to open a hole in the storm.
Bainapao tilted his head, looked at the small worlds under his control, and then followed the strange thing without hesitation.
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Yifeng is very annoyed, very annoyed.
The remnants of the psionic alliance are also too powerful. With prophecy and teleportation, they are like loaches and cannot be caught at all.
Sisyphus, your prophecy is false.
This old think tank is also very helpless. Doesn't predicting this kind of thing completely depend on the mood of the subspace? What can I do.
Yifeng stayed in this world for two years at a stretch. If it weren't for the recruitment of a new class of warriors, Yifeng wouldn't be so anxious.
In the past few years, most of the think tank trainee centers and psychic communities have been built. The great psychics headed by Sisyphus began to try to teach other psychics how to control themselves. Of course, the effect was quite metaphysical, and the pumpkin hammer was forced to be wielded. Several times.
Yifeng also informed other worlds to be vigilant, and those who were unable to handle too many psychics would be sent here.
Now that you have decided to build such an extremely dangerous place, you must be prepared to play extremely hard.
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Osker is the owner of the Sadman's Bar and has been very sad recently.
The business of the bar has been bleak recently. I don't know why, but some people always think that those drinkers who are wrapped up tightly have bad intentions and must be rebel psykers. As a result, no one dares to come to their bar recently.
The success of the Griever's Bar in the past two years was all created by undercover police officers.
He was now wiping the cup and looking blankly at the ornate time display, walking towards five o'clock bit by bit.
When the time came, he asked the only guest out, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
You’ve slept enough during working hours, why is there no one around?
Osk decided to go out for a walk to relax. Maybe it would be a good choice to go to an old friend's house. If he walked there, he would be able to get up in time.
Hopefully he hasn't had breakfast yet so he can grab some of his breakfast food bars.
From the ancient wine rack, Osker took out a bottle of orange-yellow fine wine. There was also half a bottle of Golden Spike wine. It might be a bit extravagant to go with breakfast, but old friends wouldn't mind such trivial details.
The nearly rusty door creaked shut, and Osker locked his tavern seriously.
The door has a long history. Looking at the old man who has been with him for half his life, Osk was filled with emotion.
Old man, you are also going to be a hundred years old.
Osker didn't have the money to do too many life-extending surgeries. He only had a few symbolic surgeries for the middle class. It would be good to live to be 150 years old.
"Maybe I should consider retiring." Osker thought.
Two years ago, when his wife and parents went out to play, they happened to encounter a psyker commotion. The three of them went out and brought back 19 yuan.
The angry eldest son immediately joined the Planetary Defense Force, and later the second son also joined the Volunteer Army.
There has been no news from them for a long time.
Oscar has missed his family more and more recently. It has been a long time since he had anyone to talk to.
There were not many people on the street, and it was still early morning in this time zone.
The surrounding shops are closed, like isolated islands in time. Several shops were still in ruins, and warning cordons were drawn around them.
When will the psyker traitors finally die?
Osk suddenly didn't want to go to his old friend's house, and he felt a little frustrated.
The "young old man" looked around and noticed the name on a street sign, "Go and sit there for a while, Heroes Memorial Park."
Although the war is not over yet, everyone still builds monuments for the soldiers who died in the battle, but there may be more and more names engraved on the monuments.
Osk doesn't care about this kind of thing, the greenery there is pretty good, this is the only reason.
The Golden Harvest Wine entered the throat, like the cool autumn wind blowing through the rice fields and surrounding the old man.
It is indeed a good wine, Osk thought, without joy or sorrow, like a piece of rotten wood stuck in the soil. It’s not numbness, but ignorance of the purpose and meaning of life.
A life that can lead to death at a glance.
The old man blew on the bottle again. Not very elegant.
No matter what, there's no one there anyway.
Ok?
The old man heard some noise, and several bearded men walked into the park.
It's really rare. Big beards are rare in this world. People here have very little hair.
The planet’s environment dictates. ,
There are no other characteristics. It is part mechanized body and part loose coat. It has no personality at all.
"Hello, are you having a good life?" Osker greeted those few people in a strange way.
The other person was stunned for a moment, then waved to him.
"I hope I didn't disturb you." They were polite and Osik was in a good mood.
"Hoho, it doesn't matter, an old man decided to drink up his inventory before he died." Osk raised the orange wine bottle and shook it.
Yeah, there are only a few mouthfuls left.
Suddenly, Osker didn't want to invite those people to have a few drinks, so he put the wine bottle next to the leisure chair.
The bearded men did not respond to the old man's intention, and walked to the tall heroic stone monument in the middle of the park.
Osker vaguely heard them chatting.
"Does it matter? Yes..."
"Just an old man, just..."
Yep, young people are so rude. Osk took another sip of wine by himself.
Oops, not much left, drink slowly, drink slowly.
Just when he was drunk and hazy, a white light flashed in the forest.
Osker shuddered and looked over there. A few bearded men were still discussing something.
Osk picked up his wine bottle and walked slowly over there.
Listen to what confusion they have, maybe I can help.
I have worked in the tavern for too long and have seen too many stories, frustrations and poetry, triumphs and virtues.
Several bearded men noticed the old man walking slowly, hesitated for a moment, and shouted to Osk: "What's wrong, old gentleman, do you need any help?"
"No, no, no, do you need any help? You seem confused."
"Nothing, just lamenting the cruelty of war."
"Yes, it's endless. Just Yi Fengtian... I had a lot of peace when I just took over this place."
Those strange people quietly dispersed and slowly surrounded the old man.
"Yes, old gentleman, what do you think of Yifeng... Sir, do you think he can solve the war?"
"Hahaha," Osk laughed as if he heard a big joke, "Young man, the war cannot be 'solved'."
Osk suddenly became serious and said to the person asking the question: "It should not be Lord Yifeng who resolves the war, it should be that the interests of each party are balanced."
The bearded leader waved his hand, and the others stopped, looking like they were chatting with the old man.
"Well, I heard that the current war is the struggle between psychics and Yifeng for dominance. What do you think, old gentleman?"
"What do I think?" Osker raised the bottle and took another sip of wine. Only the wine at the bottom of the orange bottle was left.
"Young man, what can I say about this war that has torn my wife and elders apart and taken away my children? I don't know what will happen if the psykers take over, but they have taken away all my Relatives.”
The bearded man was silent for a few seconds, seeming to consider a decision.
"Old sir, if psychics take power and can bring back your family members, including your deceased relatives, will you support them?"
"Support them... So what is the cost? I have lived too long and no longer believe in benefits without cost. People will always choose what they have tried, just like knowing that Yifeng rules We will bring peace, just like me who chose to continue being a bar owner despite knowing that the future will be boring. Human beings will always choose the safe one, even if there is an excellent new option in front of them."
The other bearded man next to him chuckled, and Osk vaguely heard a sentence, "It's like they chose the Corpse Emperor."
"Don't you have the slightest possibility to choose another option? Maybe as long as you pay a small price, such as religion returning to this world, you can see your lost family members."
"Is it important? I am very satisfied with the life under Lord Yifeng, and so are those who have passed away. The names engraved on the monument behind you are enough to represent all of this."
Osk seemed to have gathered up his courage, but also seemed to have exhausted his energy.
He raised the bottle and drank the last of the wine.
"But some people are not satisfied. They don't want to be inferior to others. They also want to sit in that position. They want to control their own destiny!"
Osk smiled contemptuously, smiling proudly. "This is the difference, child, this is the difference. You are wrong. Master Yifeng never wanted to sit in that position. He also gave up his destiny because he tied his destiny to that of all mankind. .
You have gone astray, child, you have gone astray. He was not the one to sit on it, it was us. It was we who put Lord Yifeng in that position, with incomparable eagerness, incomparable respect, and incomparable... love. "
Osk sighed and seemed to have no intention of talking anymore.
A signal spread from Osk's body, and the alarm on the bearded man suddenly sounded.
"Silly boy, I am the owner of the bar. At the beginning, two years ago, I got the emergency alarm, or rather, those plainclothes guys forced it on me."
Psychic lightning burned his body, and a large black hole appeared in Osk's chest, but he was still talking.
"You will fail, you are destined to fail, lose..."
The young and old body fell down. Osk, who was lying on the ground, could only see the radiant psychic energy beam through the blood-red wine bottle, and the sound of countless machines operating was floating in the wind.
Osk's fingers moved and he let go of the mechanical button he was holding tightly.
.........
Yifeng crashed into the battlefield like a meteor, and the anti-psychic power enveloped this place. These people failed to open the transmission channel in time, and they were destined to end up here.
The ordinary power sword cut the bearded man who raised the weapon with a wry smile in half like chopping melons and vegetables.
The bolter fired accurately, blasting the fleeing enemies into pieces of flesh that filled the sky.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there were several more large craters on the surrounding walls.
Damn it, another innocent civilian lost his life.
Yifeng was irritable, and all Astartes were irritable.
The Astartes' wrath has raged for two years, with countless mortals sacrificed and warriors injured, slaying these hateful traitors who had fallen to Chaos one by one.
Important areas across the planet are covered with psychic signal detectors. This high-end instrument, which is usually equipped by technical sergeants, has been able to barely cover the world at a low density after two years of intensive work.
Termite-class assault drill vehicles have been dispatched many times, and underground caves engraved with evil symbols have been destroyed one after another under the attack of termite assault drill vehicles.
The Astartes are moving towards victory bit by bit, firmly and unstoppably.
These psychic detection devices will remain entirely in this world, used to monitor the future operations of the psychic community here and to send in new psychics emerging from the outside.
The density of psychic detectors is getting higher and higher, and No. 5 cannot hide for long.
The mighty Eternal Mountain and Solemn Alert have stayed on the space station for a long time, and have even been attacked by enemy teleportation attacks. However, the technology of that group of people is not enough to accurately jump into the battleship under the complete space barrier.
Some people got stuck on the outer armor of the battleship, and the soldiers took a while to clean them up.
The two battle barges have faded away from the shadow of the Storm Will Chapter. During the machine soul appeasement ceremony in the presence of Stuart Val, Anos successfully appeased the machine soul, and the great battle barge received a new round of decoration.
The Red Torrent Chapter finally took the time to completely, no matter the cost, and fully decorate their vehicles.
Yifeng's quotation was almost engraved on a brand new wall. Although the battleship was not intended to be used as a chapter monastery, a huge "loyalty hall" was still set up.
A huge statue of the Emperor hangs in the center. In order to save money... No, in order to save floor space, the Emperor and the surrounding loyal Primarchs are all portraits.
Even smaller are the statues of the ancestors of previous generations, including Deyka, Kagasbel, etc. of the third group.
Of course, the likes of Horus cannot be placed inside, and a statue of Kazanev will be used instead. After all, a warrior blessed by the Emperor is enough to stay with the Chapter Masters of all generations.
Then there was the statue of Yifeng. Under Yifeng's strong protest, it was moved out on the grounds that the undead could not enter the ancestor worship hall, and the statues of Anos and others were placed at the door of the great hall as door gods.
(Kazaniv: I always feel uncomfortable, something is wrong.)
Each warrior's exclusive room was integrated and began to be laid out around the Loyalty Hall, so that warriors could arrive here in the shortest time.
The minimalist layout on the passage was carried out according to Yifeng's requirements, which made a group of mortals who were accustomed to seeing the layout of various sacred statues a little uncomfortable.
Yifeng still considered the attitude of each of his descendants towards his Primarch. For example, the Iron Warriors ignored their Primarch at all, while the Sons of Guilliman believed that just seeing the Primarch was a great "honor". .....and the situation in which the Sons of Ferus, who have lost their original body, are placing their affection among the machines.
Apart from the Great Hall, there are no portraits of the Primarch in other public areas.
The emperor's portrait is universal, but now everyone no longer worships the emperor. If anything happens, they go to Kazanev.
The sculpture of Lord Emperor seems to have been retired, and it really only has a decorative function.
The tall auditorium gave political commissar Nian Cijin (priest) a lot of confidence. Recently, there have been many problems in the war group. After dealing with several mechanical cults, the mechanical fanatics of the Iron Hands unsurprisingly split.
The teachings of the Mechanicus can always influence some warriors, but Nian Cijin is not afraid.
There is some such content in the Imperial Truth, so he can combine the ideas held by Yifeng to give a strong sermon.
It is impossible to wake up the director of the think tank to give a physical sermon.
The battleship finally has some characteristics of this chapter, such as the huge chapter emblem painted on the outer armor of the battleship.
The sickle and hammer held by hands and fists respectively were painted on the bow of the battleship, leaving only the physical exorcism artifact to be reinstalled.
Things on the planet finally came to an end. The Baina Pao, the anti-psychic power left behind as an emergency, was respectfully invited back to the relic room, but the warrior who managed it felt something strange.
"Call the Yifeng Chapter Commander, call the Yifeng Chapter Commander, this is the Eternal Mountain, there seems to be something wrong with the sacred object Baina Robe."
Yifeng hurriedly walked in the corridor of the battleship, without even taking off his armor. Yifeng did not hide the footsteps of the great armor. The soldiers who were left behind in the sacred room heard the dense footsteps of "dong dong dong". Yifeng's tall The figure appeared in front of the mechanical door.
"What's going on, brother, what's going on with Baina Pao?"
When Yifeng came in, he saw the Baina robe on the table. The guarding soldiers didn't even dare to hang it up now, feeling that it would completely break if he applied any force.
The originally glowing Baina robe seemed to have completely lost its divinity and turned back into an ordinary rag robe.
Not only that, after hundreds of years of history, this rag robe has become untied in many places.
Hey, that’s weird, what’s going on?
"Are you sure nothing got in here? No attacks from psykers?"
"Chapter Commander, it's definitely not the case. I've been guarding here."
Another rotation soldier also came in, and there was indeed no attack here.
Yifeng remained silent.
The two soldiers were a little scared now, like a husband who felt that he had made a mistake but didn't know where he was, waiting for his wife to blame him.
Yifeng was thinking, this thing has no spirituality. Did something happen to Atris? Or is it that the people no longer support me and my overall integrity is wrong?
How about asking that girl...aunt to make up for it again?
The "gift representative" back then is now a serious women's director, a celebrity on Atris.
“Didn’t Sisyphus foresee anything?”
"No news, Chapter Master."
"Let him lead a team of people to station here, and we will go to Atris and Taste."
At present, the local situation is basically stable. Number 5 is a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. I don't know how many enemies are left wandering around, but there are definitely not many.
The Chapter is about to begin preparing for a new round of recruitment. The main problem this time is the gene-seed of the Space Wolves.
There seems to be something wrong with the normal Astartes manufacturing of the Space Wolves. Miraculously, although the mortality and mutation rates of the new recruits of his parent regiment were high, they were still acceptable.
But once the sub-groups are separated, even if the pharmacist is still in charge, the mutation rate will remain high.
There seems to be no problem with the Primaris Warriors, and there are several sub-groups.
Rogier is now explaining to Situ Val some of the rituals of the wolf group's transformation, only those parts that he still remembers.
As usual, the selected warriors had to drink the bitter wine of wolf transformation, and then threw them on the big ice field to fend for themselves. Until these guys defeated the wolf transformation and used their firm will to transform back into humans, and then quickly mastered their own abilities. , find your way home.
Among the thirteen worlds reformed by Yifeng, it is estimated that Taste's warriors can meet the requirements. Atris and Langjuxu have a large number of ice fields, but they are not dangerous enough.
bother.