"If you want to understand the future that the genoplasm has in mind for us, you only need to understand one word."

"Institutionalized."

"Unified concept, unified organization, unified norms, unified core."

"Each in his own right, in good order."

"This is the mother of our genes, the requirements and expectations for the psionic troops."

"It's also the thing that I will do at all costs in the future."

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When the Polaris was sent to the largest spaceport in Rezatsve, ready for a quick and complete refit, Ahriman was finally taken to one of the most desired destinations of his trip.

A temple of contemplation.

Any Legion Psionic Master would have heard of this place to a greater or lesser extent.

This was the most important area of the battleship Pyro, the only option for the psionics of the Third Fleet to conduct all the large-scale meetings and collective meditations of the previous dozens of Terra standard years, and after the Second Legion was born, it was given a new mission by the Lord of the Legion.

In the past, the Temple of Meditation, contrary to its name, was one of the most noisy venues: the psionics of the Second Legion regarded it as the most important public place, and every day, new ideas, new arguments, and even new competitions were born, extending the Second Legion's exploration of psionic energy in constant collisions.

Today, the Temple of Contemplation is still the most important public meeting place for the Legion of the Dawnbreakers, but it has changed to a different style than before.

A style of painting that makes Ahriman even a little uncomfortable.

……

Land of the Dead.

When Ahriman first stepped into this long-awaited destination, he couldn't help but think of this apt adjective.

Yes, the temple of contemplation is no longer the noisy center where one can speak freely: it has become the land of the dead, the kingdom of incomparable tranquility, depression, and depth.

At the heart of the priceless treasure, the dome carved with all kinds of languages and knowledge, still arrogantly hovering at the end of the field of view tens of meters high, is adorned with a beautiful painting: an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in robes, holding deadly poisoned wine in one hand and a torch in the other, surrounded by vicious beasts that have been defeated and terrorized by his rays.

This is where the name of the Flame Booster comes from: it commemorates a great act that took place in ancient Terra, where a sage accepted the unfair death of those with bad intentions for the sake of his ideals and perseverance.

The think tanks of the Dawnbreaker Legion see this long-forgotten figure as a symbol of some kind of ideal, and they talk about their thoughts and inspirations under the memory of his paintings, and then argue with each other, cooperate with each other, and explore the infinite future in the realm of psionic energy.

To this day, the wonderful debates and generous speeches that have been brewing for decades still linger between the high domes, and if you listen closely, you can still feel the slightest echo, as if those words that happened decades ago are still in your ears.

But now, even the most passionate words have died down in silence, for they have no right to disturb the tranquility and depth of the place.

Because, in this world, nothing has the power to disturb the dead souls.

"They are all martyrs?"

"There were, and others were different, that they did not die on the battlefield, not at the guns of the enemy, but in another, much bloodier ...... Place. ”

Ahriman stood in the center of the temple of contemplation, trying to maintain a quiet that matched the atmosphere, but his vision was still restless: searching for a place that resembled the sanctuary of thought he had heard of, even if it was just a corner.

However, the commander of the first company of the Thousand Sons Legion was doomed to disappointment, for no matter how eagerly he watched around, no matter how carefully he searched, all that appeared in his eyes was the silence and depth that even the air had frozen.

On the walls that once lined the shelves with scrolls, wine glasses, and free talk, all that now appears is one pale face after another.

It was the face of the departed.

It was the most serious death mask, which filled every corner of every wall, and at least a thousand of them at a glance.

Some of them are incomparably clear, lifelike statues carved out.

There is a distant and vague picture, only a picture born from memory.

Others don't even have the simplest picture, just a name, a title, or a vague period of time.

But whether it's lifelike faces, or those vague paintings, simple fragments of language. They are all treated the same.

Under each symbol that could represent a lost life, a suitable space was reserved for their names, ranks, positions, the approximate time of their deaths, and, why, for each sign that could have been lost.

At a glance, there are more than a thousand faces, more than a thousand names, and more than a thousand records, each of which symbolizes a unique death.

Ahriman looked at them, and though he could swear he didn't have even the slightest contempt in his heart, he still didn't quite understand why these Morgan's think tanks had been discussing for so long and studying over and over again before finally deciding how to have a psionic exchange meeting with him, only to turn their heads and lead him to this place.

It's a nice and important place: no Astarte would say "no" to a temple of heroic spirits, but it's not the best place to discuss psionic skills and know-how, is it?

Ahriman blinked, urging himself to calm down and not show his doubts on his face, and he quietly followed behind Zosimos, listening to Morgan's psionic masters, one by one, introducing the most important of the deceased.

But listening, the son of Magnus sensitively noticed that something seemed to be wrong.

In my ears, Zosimos's voice continued to come.

"This is Latour, who was originally one of the leading figures in the think tank, a famous force field master, but, during an exploration of subspace, he experimented with a spell that no one had ever tried before, and suffered a terrible backlash for it, and in the end, we helped him end his suffering."

"This is Fredch, he was once the best master of fire control in the Legion, and with his flames and explosions, he was able to turn the tide of a war, but in the battle against Vasur, he missed a confrontation with an alien psyker, and although he still killed his opponent, after the war, his soul was still depleted by the great wounds left by that war, and when he died, his sanity had been eroded like a beast."

"This is Samisga, his death is one of the greatest tragedies in the Legion's exploration of psionic energy, he died in a large-scale psionic discussion meeting, one of the first by him to propose the use of psionic spells, and finally all the participants in the entire hall fell into a collective rampage and loss of control of power, and he himself became one of the thirty-six victims."

"And this one......"

The more Zosimus spoke, the more Arriman's brow furrowed: in the words of the son of Morgan, only two to thirty percent of the dead had died in battle, and most of those who remained had fallen in the quest for psionic powers.

Is......

Fantastic.

Ahriman shook his head secretly, these tragic deaths in the quest had even awakened some of his memories: some of the tragic memories he had left behind before the Legion of the Thousand Sons had met Magnus.

…… That's enough!

He'll forget about those!

Just as he and his genetic protogens swore by!

Magnus's son endured all this patiently, until the two of them had finally walked through one wall, and after telling the laments of exploration and revolt, on the way to the other wall of the dead, Ahriman finally spoke as calmly as possible.

"I think my understanding of the past history of your Legion has reached a stage of satisfaction, Zosimus, maybe we can learn about the stories of the lost souls of these Second Legions at some time in the future."

"Now, we should start something more urgent."

"For example?"

"Perhaps, you should tell me first, what is the attitude of the Dawnbreaker Legion towards psionic powers, and the core of your inquiry? Only then did I have a better mindset and understanding of these great victims. ”

And Qianzi's words were only exchanged for Zosimos's strange eyes, which were half puzzled and half clear.

"But I'm telling you now. Our attitude toward psionic powers, Ahriman. ”

“…… What did you say? ”

"Am I not clear enough?"

Zosimus blinked, he stroked a lifelike statue and whispered softly to his guest.

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"Didn't I say that clearly enough?"

"Backlash."

"Trauma."

"Death."

"This is the gift that psionic energy has given us: yes, the existence of this subspace also gives strength, but the power it gives is more like compensation for stinginess than the loss I have mentioned."

"Now, then, please tell me, Ahriman from the Thousand Sons Legion."

"A Thing That Brings Trauma, Backlash, and Death: What Do You Think of It?"

"Think about it."

"The first answer that pops up in your mind, the answer born of the most basic rationality and human instinct: it is our attitude that we take for granted."

"You may be puzzled, you may not be able to accept it, of course, after all, in your eyes, psionic energy and subspace are completely different, just like the shock I suffered in Prospero, I can understand the shock you are in now."

"But, no matter how incredulous you may be now, Ahriman, I hope you don't immediately refute or engage in any pointless argument with me."

"Please be quiet."

"Be quiet, and then look, and listen, feel, remember and consider my words, and your observations, and if you still can't understand them, it's not too late for you to have a thorough debate with me, or with any of the Dawnbreakers' think tanks."

"I know, with your wisdom, you will definitely know the benefits of doing this, so please let me think of the Dawnbreaker Legion's attitude towards psionic energy as an unknown knowledge, you always need to see and listen first."

"Now, then, listen."

"Our attitude towards psionic energy."

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"That's a curse."

"That's the luck of Hengsheng."

"Not all think tanks crave this power, but when they are in our hands, we have no choice, we are no longer our own masters."

"We can only embark on this road, this road that seems safe and secure to you, but for us, this road is full of the blood and mud of our predecessors, full of our own fears and tears."

"What do we think of psionic powers?"

"That's how it looks."

"We had to walk on a path called psionic energy."

"Trembling."

"Walking on thin ice."

"Solid rocks."

"Bloody."

——————

"Astonished, trembling, afraid, prudent, enlightened, sacrificed, remembered, remembered."

"That's the attitude of the Dawnbreakers towards psionic powers."

——————

"That's why, when our Mother of Genes proposed her reform, no one thought it was a bad thing: we needed a reform a long time ago."

"And Master Morgan, our Legion Master and Genetic Queen, with her wisdom, has brought us what we really need: institutionalization, regularization, and standardization."

"After several months of change, regrouping, and adaptation, we have finally followed in our mother's footsteps, and with her guidance and infinite wisdom, we have found a true way to relate to psionic energy."

"The existence of these subspaces is no longer a vague force that we need to explore with endless blood and sacrifice, it has become a clearly visible existence, a pale and powerless mantis arm in front of a tight and delicate organization."

"First of all, she conducted a point-to-point assessment and observation of all the think tanks and psionics, a total of 946 people, and finally selected those she thought were suitable and incorporated them into a special organization."

"Since then, the Dawnbreaker Legion's think tank has consisted of two parts."

"Part of it is the [Sword Singer], which can also be called the [Sword Singer], these people are combat troops, and according to their own combat habits and relevant experience, they form an army."

"The other part is the [Scroll Painters], who are responsible for serving as advisors and followers of the genetic prototype, under the personal leadership and guidance of Master Morgan, carefully exploring the unknown territory of the subspace and compiling the [Teaching Materials]."

"The division of labor between the [Sword Singer] and the [Scroll Painter] is very clear, but it will not be completely separated from each other, the [Sword Singer] is expressly forbidden to study unknown psionic spells in private, and is only allowed to study and use the content of the [Textbook], but in addition, anyone who dares to study privately will be severely punished."

"But things are not absolute: if a [Sword Singer] has a good idea, or has some insights in actual combat, he can write down his ideas and submit them, and these ideas will be placed on the desk of the genetic prototype, and after approval and screening, those with value and feasibility will be extracted for research."

"In this process, the [Sword Singer] who proposed the plan can participate in it, and if the plan proves to be feasible, then the [Sword Singer] will be rewarded, or even directly promoted to the [Scroll Painter], and the plan itself will be compiled into a suitable ballad and recorded in the [teaching materials]."

"The [Scroll Painters] are different, their main job is to constantly sort out and study the opinions of the [Sword Singers], and under the personal leadership of the Gene Primor, they will explore and investigate the subspace: any private exploration of the subspace will be punished with the most severe torture, even the most experienced [Scroll Painter], without exception, and even lose the favor of the Gene Original."

"And when the [Scroll Painters] finish sorting out or updating the new [Textbook], the original will personally check it, and after that, the [Sword Singers] will experiment and give feedback on the content in the [Textbook] in the actual combat drill, and if they are all qualified, the [Textbook] will be implemented."

"This is the basic operation curve of the psionic force: the [Scroll Painter] is responsible for sorting and compiling, while the [Sword Singer] is responsible for execution and feedback, and although innovative activities are allowed, they must be under the close supervision of the genetic protoplasm."

"At the same time, in order to ensure that the [Scroll Painters] will not deviate from reality, they also need to regularly participate in front-line battles and personally experiment with the songs they have written, and every once in a while, the [Scroll Painters] and the [Sword Singers] will exchange some personnel to ensure the circulation of fresh blood, and at the same time, they also have to draw out a part of the elite to carry out intensive education and training for those new blood in the think tank."

"And all this, of course, is inseparable from the [textbook], which is a gift from the genetic prototype to us, and is the source and model of all behaviors and methods."

"Privately, we'll call it the Psionic Sacred Book."

"[Textbook] is a general term for a series of written works, which are either written by the original genogen, or have been reviewed by her to ensure absolute safety, and at the same time, she is also constantly updated, ensuring that they will not be abandoned by the pace of the times."

"[Textbook] records all the knowledge required by psykers, mainly composed of six main textbooks and optional courses, the six main books are: a self-cultivation and moral code for psykers, four combat techniques and spells in different states, and a summary of the history of the Legion's think tank."

"In addition, there are different elective contents for different psionic types and enemy types, all of which are written by the genetic primitives themselves, and they are also constantly updated, as for the ideas provided by the [Sword Singers], there is even a compulsory elective textbook."

"And, every once in a while, the genoplasm will hold a psionic lecture in the conference hall to answer our questions, explain the difficulties in the textbook, and listen to some of the feedback we provide: this lecture is spontaneous, you can go as you want, but generally no one is absent."

"Okay, that's all we have."

"A giant who uses the genetic prototype as his heart, her psionic canon as her blood, and the two tissues as his muscles, advancing cautiously, is always on a safe path, always moving slowly and carefully."

"Perhaps, in your eyes, our command to prohibit most psionics from self-exploration is absurd, but in fact, when the Primordial gives it: no one refutes it."

"We are willing to do this, willing to go forward in the shadow of our mother: there is nothing wrong with that."

"Her wisdom will flow into our minds through books, just like those female beasts spit out minced meat that has been chewed by themselves, and we cubs gobble it up and enjoy the safest nutrition."

"Do you know that the [Textbook] is the most sacred, although it occasionally does not estimate the unprecedented situation, but it only takes a shock and a cost, and it will update the corresponding means in time: besides, our genetic mother has also said that in the most special circumstances, it can be violated [Textbook] and special things can be done."

"But despite this, this does not prevent us from supporting her books as much as she does, and we even hold regular assessments and real-life exams to measure our understanding and use of [the textbook]."

"For this reason, we have even prepared a special room to supervise each assessment room and corridor to ensure that no disgruntled person is indiscriminately filling the number and undermining the mother's good intentions."

"Follow me, that room is on the side of the Hall of Contemplation, I'll show you."

"Open this door, and that's it."

……

"You see, Ahriman, in this surveillance, we can see the whole situation of the No. 1 real-life assessment room, and ensure that no one will make small movements in the blind spot of the invigilator's perspective."

"And here, there is a storeroom where you can supervise the latest [textbooks] to ensure the safety of these mothers' gifts."

"And this one: this camera is pointed directly at the front corridor of the Temple of Contemplation, and although there is no need for surveillance there, we have installed one so you can see ......"

"Huh?"

"Why are there so many people? What are the other fleets doing in the Hall of Contemplation? ”

"Who's in the lead? Bayar? ”

"What is he here for?"

"Forget it, let's go out and meet them, Ahriman...... Ahriman? Ahriman! ”

"Where's you?"

I recommend a book here, which should be regarded as a seedling, but it is a good seedling.

The title of the book is "The Emperor's Son: The Purple Phoenix of Nirvana"

Yes, it was written Fugen, and it was Fugen in the Byzantine style! Komnenos is more compatible with purple~

It's already 100,000 words, and the author's starting point is very interesting, and it's more ...... Philosophical style!

(End of chapter)