The Death Guard fleet moored into the Justest system naturally changed the rhythm of the ship to the time of the main star of Just.

So it's early hours on the Stoic.

The empty cafeteria was dim, and the sense of empty alienation permeated the neat rows of steel tables, and on the other side of the eye, the white light in the corridor dimly stained the corner of the floor.

Hadisto cheeked, waiting for his supper.

Why did things turn out this way?

Originally, he commanded the battle well, whether it was Meimanik, the Nurgle believer who suddenly popped up, or Ran Dan, or the dark angel behind Ran Dan's ass, Hades thought that he had handled it well.

This wave of teammates is also powerful, and the rhythm is also up.

But why, why is this happening?

Why should you be slandered as a god when you have done your best?

The porridge came up, and only the small white porridge was slightly warm, warming his heart, which was broken by Kirkland and Margot.

They even scolded Hades for not being human.

What's even more angry is that Hades can't say anything about them.

He's even getting around.

To use an inappropriate analogy, Hades now has a sense of frustration with losing on the line, and the price of defeat is his own nationality.

No, he's human.

Let the two fanatics go aside first, and let Hades sort out his logic.

No matter how much he thinks about it, he is a human being, and Hades has not read the pharmacist's physical examination report.

Well, physically, he's human.

His attitude is also easy to explain, he is not a native of this dung pit, and the concept of equality is easy to explain, although he can't say that.

Well, on an ideological level, he is also human.

The only thing that's hard to explain is. Hades was silent, his black domain—

What the hell is this?

Hades is a pragmatist, and his attitude towards the Black Domain is more about practice and application, and he is quite empiricist.

Anyway, a lot of human development is to know how to use this thing first, and then go back to make up the theory, where do primitive humans who can use fire know what oxidation reactions.

In the beginning, Hades just classified himself as an untouchable with a strange painting style, after all, he was really weak on Barbarus, and the Black Domain was just like that.

But later. Hades recalled that his black domain was indeed the existence of some supermodels, and if it was explained according to Tarasin's theory.

Hades struggled to imagine a black hole coming out.

Based on previous subspace voyages, Hades imagined subspace as an ocean of rippling currents.

Follow your previous intelligence. Hades himself is a big hole in the ocean, or a crack, pumping this water out of the world.

Well. Because he is a traverser, his projection in this world is a crack, which seems to make sense.

But why does it only have this effect on subspace?

Hades recalls Taracin's words again, and the figure king specifically emphasizes that Hades is from the physical world

In other words, he is actually more like a kind of filter paper? Filter out subspace and leave the physical world behind?

Hades could also vaguely feel that he was better at [Physical Rules], and this feeling became even more obvious after he devoured a little Void Dragon fragment.

In his own imagination, Hades added another membrane to this black hole, through which the physical universe cannot pass.

According to reason, and Hades's own feelings about the Black Domain, if there were no constraints, the Black Domain should be irreversibly and slowly expanding-

The cracks that are squeezed by the pressure of the water flow will get bigger and bigger.

But now it should be the emperor who has given him psionic energy and ruthlessness, so Hades can feel that he is being [restricted].

Thinking about it this way, Hades can understand what he is.

Can. What the hell is it that is prayed for and answered?

Now that he is a black hole, Hades does not think of himself as having the concept and authority to respond to believers and gain strength from their prayers, just like the so-called "subspace gods".

Moreover, the oil guys have been praying for so long, and Hades didn't feel anything, if it was according to the perception of the interrogation room just now, Hades should have been able to detect something a long time ago.

Well. Hades was silent.

Wait, he suddenly realized that he never seemed to ask others what his subspace image was?

It stands to reason that as long as you are an astral whisperer or a psyker, you can see the subspace, right?

Hades remembered the last time he went to the Starwhisperers on the Perseverance, and the Starwhisperers looked scared

It's decided, he's going to do an experiment!

Hades got up and asked him to quickly settle his personal affairs, otherwise the official document would not be judged again!

On Hades' command board, official approvals from the Death Guard were ticking.

One thing psionics should understand is that don't become psionics of death guards will become unfortunate.

The Stoic's dungeon was as boring as the Stoic itself, and the other legions might have torture instruments or something, but the Death Guard's cell was nothing.

Literally, nothing.

It was an empty room, with the brightest lights on all the time, and in the corner, two people sat on the floor, muttering something to themselves.

Margo, who was in military green clothes, huddled in the corner with her legs in her arms, and the scarlet-robed sage sat cross-legged next to her.

"He is not happy to see us like this, but what does He want us to do?"

Kirkland Sage let out a sound of calculation of unknown significance,

"According to my analysis of the behavior template of adults, he should want everyone to have the happiness of the middle and upper classes of the nest, and at the same time have the enthusiasm for spontaneous labor."

"But at the moment, the adults are on the alert for something, and the Hades and the Grim Reaper are obviously on guard for the future."

Margo blinked nervously, she remembered the word she had seen in the ancient books, although she didn't fully understand the meaning of the word,

"The Great Flood?"

"Probably not."

Kirkland remembered the nightmares he'd been through, the rotting, wriggling, the creatures that had completely broken the rules, and he was sure what Hades was guarding against.

But he can't say that, at least in Hades's admonitions, this knowledge and memory belong to the last line of defense.

It's a pity that, as a mortal, Margo won't be able to reach any further into the higher realms.

"I can't explain to you that knowledge is toxic."

"Knowledge. Poisonous? ”

Margo chewed the sage's words.

Kirkland nodded earnestly, remembering the years when he had endured the boiling of brain cells while listening to Blackstone's explanations.

"Knowledge is poisonous, ignorance is a kind of happiness and a defense."

"I don't understand."

Kirkland let out an electronic sound that simulated smashing his mouth,

"Margot, I'm a sage, and I've seen too many of my colleagues or superiors go crazy."

"They know too much, and contradictions and living knowledge tear them at them and bite them crazy."

Margo blinked in confusion, and Kirkland could see the starlight beating in it, the flickering of humanity as it thought,

"But. . . Kirkland, I think you're normal, you know a lot, and obviously know about those toxic thoughts, but you? ”

Kirkland made a silent gesture and leaned his head over and pressed his sounder to Margo's ear,

The black stone on his red robe fell down and hit Margo's neck, and Margo trembled without a trace.

The sage said in the lowest voice,

"I'm a madman, and I've died."

The sound caused a faint vibration that tickled Margo's ears.

But the shock of the words was the source of her suffocation.

"The first time I went crazy was when I realized that the miracles on Mars were nothing more than a rain of lies."

"Can you imagine the rain in the sky? Those who cried and bowed down in the rainstorm. ”

"The second time I went crazy, I realized that the ideological cornerstone of the empire was nothing more than a piece of waste paper."

"Can you imagine monsters flying in the sky that don't defy gravity at all? Those beings that are beyond human imagination. ”

"I'm crazy for the third time."

"It was the thunder of Barbaros that woke me up and made my wreckage crawl out of my disciple's thought engine."

Kirkland became more and more excited, and through those inorganic electronic eyes, Margo seemed to see green lightning piercing the darkness.

"I should have died a long time ago, I was already dead, the miracle woke me up, God showed me the way, you know?"

"I look normal now because adults want me to be like this, and only then can I stay."

"But you're locked up in the same dungeon as me now, you shouldn't be so impatient to expose yourself."

Margo said calmly, the sage's words contained too many words that she couldn't understand, but she could read that the man had long since been shattered and reassembled countless times—

Kirkland has been through so much, he has transcended this era, and in the long future, the suffering that humanity will experience and understand again and again, he has endured in a short period of time.

And the initiator does not know it.

"He's so big, so big that he's ignorant, he needs to know our rules, and I'm the one who sounded the alarm for him."

"I can feel that the knowledge that can bring a person to the brink of collapse is, in His eyes, nothing more than a common sense that has long been known, like a fallen leaf withering and a seed sprouting."

Kirkland had asked about the adults.

In the early years of Hades' life, he was often in a daze on the wasteland, staring at the murky rivers of Barbaros for a day.

The truth of the universe is nothing more than water flowing away to Him.

"—and he was used to it."

"He's used to it!"

Margot thought, she knew too little, but she was trying to keep up with the sage's mind,

"It's like that adult's attitude towards us?"

Kirkland nodded solemnly,

"He never noticed anything out of the ordinary, maybe the death guard next to the Lord, or maybe the Grim Reaper could catch a glimpse of the truth—"

But they're all too numb! They were deceived by the appearance of adults! Those Barbaros, or the boring Terra,"

"They haven't learned, they haven't thought, they can't really understand anything other than mud or slashing!"

"Them." The sage paused for a moment, and Margot could hear the sound of the electricity,

"They are war machines, they won't understand"

"At least not yet."

Margo swallowed,

"Have we ever understood what the adults are thinking?"

Kirkland shook his head silently,

"We can't bear so much, we can only warn Him from our point of view and assist Him."

"Is there any real understanding of the existence of His mind?"

Kirkland shook his head again silently,

"Maybe it's death, maybe it's not, He is destined to exclude people, He rejects life, He is alone."

That's why we are needed."

Margo muttered to herself, she looked at Kirkland, her golden eyes sparkling,

"Yes, He needs believers."

"We will show Him that His Way is not alone."

Kirkland stretched out his main limb, his fingertips ran over the edge of the red robe, and plucked a plump black stone pendant,

He handed it to Margot, who carefully took it, the black gem as if it were the deepest black, with the coldest and most unforgiving laws in the universe.

Two people huddled into each other's corners, admiring the tiny stone.

Margo gently pinched the black stone with her fingers, and a faint familiar sensation bloomed on her fingertips,

"What is this?"

"The debris that fell from the main tower while your lord was performing a miracle in Barbaros."

"There's a sense of Him in there."

"It is Him."

For Kirkland, the Blackstone is a photograph that preserves the feeling of that moment.

But it's too faint, really too faint, and a trace of psionic energy can extinguish it.

"You're going to give this to me, Kirkland?"

Margo blinked in surprise and cautiously as she looked at Kirkland, but the movement of her hand did not stop, she ruffled one side of her hair and hung the black stone over her ear.

Kirkland's suppressed voice sounded, as if facing the truth that he was unwilling to accept,

"You're necessary, that Lord cares more about mortals than mechanicals."

"And the attempts of the Mecha have failed, and you are the first mortal to find the Hades subspace."

"He chose you."

Margo was silent, feeling the weight on her earlobes, and she remembered the day when the Immortal King stared at her on the alien ship.

The red light pierced the infinite darkness and pointed at her.

"But He wouldn't allow it."

"He doesn't allow it now."

"We can wait, wait for the day when He will truly be known to the world."

"Will there really be that day?"

"The flood will come eventually."

Kirkland whispered, drawing on the ground with his appendages, and soon a three-headed hound logo appeared on the ground.

The Hound from Hades, with its fangs intertwined, glared at the two of them as if they were growling in a low voice.

The sage pointed to the three hounds, "The left side represents the Space Marines, the middle side represents the mortals, and the right side represents the Mechonists." ”

"You're the most humble mechanical sage I've ever met."

Margo looked at the three-headed dog of hell and thought,

"It's His will, not mine."

I don't know what to say, it's finished in advance, send!

(End of chapter)