"Using the brains of ordinary humans to build an array of contemplatives would be eroded by chaos, so why not just use the brains of the untouchables? It's a strange idea......"

Knowing the whole story, Russell cut off communication with the deteriorating Kaul. He had no intention of stopping the Inquisition from enforcing the law, after all, the people on the refugee ship were not legally citizens of the Human Federation, and he had no obligation to protect them, even if the other party was almost fanatical about believing in the Bullet Star.

By the time Russell thought for a moment, the Inquisition's fleet of black ships had dispersed, and a large array of gunwales had killed several refugee boats in place.

Speaking of which, the leaders of these refugees claim that their prayers have been answered by the bullet star...... What's that? Russell looked at the landing speedboat that shot at the refugee boat from the black boat, and was a little curious: "Is it the emperor who responds to them?" Or the 'Lord of War' Kiliman...... Or is it just Tzeentch? ”

Grey Wind hugged Russell from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, and the two watched together as Inquisition's law enforcement forces broke into the damp and crowded cabin of the refugee ship.

"Don't hold it so tightly, you've got me."

"Oh... Then I'll get a little smaller. ”

Gray Wind obediently made her chest smaller, and the saved nanobots were transferred to her legs, and now Gray Wind with a pair of long legs is taller than Russell, and it looks like Mrs. Eight Feet is gently hugging Ethan.

In the refugee boat, the law enforcement forces of the Inquisition Chamber's rampaging with broken limbs, the task is to arrest the untouchable, they have no intention of hurting people, but the space in the civilian boat is too crowded, even if they simply walk, it will cause countless refugees to die of panic in the stampede, and there are babies who are not yet full of moon lying in their mother's arms, and mother and child are suffocated to death in the restless crowd.

Although the Inquisitor of Amecantios had repeatedly reiterated to the refugee leaders before the action that he had intercepted them only to capture the untouchables, not to commit any massacre, this did not make a large number of refugees with only literate or semi-literate literacy remain sane when they saw the guns, and the fear of the Imperial people for the Inquisition was engraved in their bones, and it was even a good ending to be tormented by the demon of Slaanesh by the demon of Slaanesh rather than being captured by the Inquisitor for trial.

In desperation, countless refugees huddled in dark corners, crawling in rusty pipes, huddled in foul-smelling cabins, closed their eyes in unison and began to pray, to call on the God who could save them.

"The Bodhisattva of Great Compassion and the Bullet Star, the Bodhisattva of the Bullet Star of Salvation..."

"O Lord Almighty...... When will my painful life end? ”

"My Lord has mercy and does not like to kill; I am also sincere and do not speak; I want to ascend to heaven, and I am free ......"

Listening to the various prayers of the refugees, Russell's face was covered with black lines, and Gray Wind was even more amused and giggled: "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva dear, next time do you want to put on a robe and follow my ......?"

"Stop, stop kidding." Russell put a finger to his lips and gently shushed and said, "Switch the 'Lens' Lingbo Telescope to the 'Zhiwei' mode, and turn on the power to the maximum...... Okay, did you see that? ”

After adjusting the psionic detector as Russell had said, the smile on Grey Wind's face vanished, and she quickly became serious.

In the field of vision of the Lingbo Astronomical Telescope's 'lens', dense blue-purple threads appeared, and these threads extended from the refugee ships to the other side of the curtain, the other side of the sea of souls.

In the midst of the turmoil of the 'Green Mood' and the Death Wail', in the turbulent aetheric turbulence, an illusory entity slowly emerges from the sea of souls, yet looms, and every thread of thought is connected to it, just as every tired hand is holding Him.

His appearance is a very human being, his existence exists between the quantum state of existence and non-existence, and his amber eyes contain sympathy and compassion for the suffering of human beings, and the gesture of compassion and love for people is like the Father, Savior, and Messiah who are said to be merciful and compassionate in the mouth of believers...... Or the Bullet Star Bodhisattva.

The compassionate eyes of the 'Bullet Star Bodhisattva' are as gentle as the white moon in the silent night, softly sprinkling the fine moonlight. The wounds on the human body that were illuminated by this light stopped deteriorating, but they did not heal further, and the stomach pouch spasmed from prolonged hunger was no longer painful, but it was not really full.

Because He is not really a 'god', nor does He have the power of an Emperor or a Chaos God. This is just a pathetic subspace entity called 'Danxing Bodhisattva', which was born not long ago and endowed with compassion and compassion by the believers' beautiful yearning, but has no corresponding power to save the world.

Across the thick walls of the Void, Grey Wind still felt his sorrow.

"...... this?"

"A god who has been worshipped."

Russell held his forehead with one hand and watched as the Bullet Star Bodhisattva was draped in the sea of souls with a thousand threads of trouble, each strand connected to a suffering human, making his illusory divine body shine.

For a while, Russell didn't even know where to start complaining.

Since the rise of the Human Federation, the power of the Order of Truth has grown day by day, and there is no shortage of his followers in the galaxy, but Russell's subspace essence is just an empty high-level overlooker, and the void that annihilates everything cannot take on any faith.

As the sphere of influence of the Human Federation became larger and larger, more and more suffering human beings regarded the Far Eastern Star Domain, which had food, clothing, and basic living guarantees, as a heavenly kingdom on earth, and these discrete beliefs gradually mixed together, and a subspace entity that symbolized mankind's yearning for a better life was born.

He is the embodiment of the concept of utopia, which devout believers call the Bodhisattva of the Bullet Star.

"It's too abstract..."Russell hid his face with his hands, a little afraid to look directly at the subspace entity.

"Ann, la, la." Gray Wind gently patted Russell's shoulder and asked softly, "What is the relationship between that Bullet Star Bodhisattva and you?" ”

"Let's replace meals." Russell thought for a moment and said, "That's the ideal of the confused human being, compassion, kindness, utopia, and idealism...... If such a star bearer does not exist, then the believer will make one of his own. ”

Inside the refugee boat, the law enforcement forces of the Inquisition are still on rampage, and more and more panicked refugees are dying in stampedes and accidents, but the untouchable person hiding in the cabin has not been found.

More and more people are praying to the Marble in desperation that He will save them from the sea of suffering, but this newborn subspace entity is far less powerful than the gods.

The turbulence of the sea of souls was still turbulent, and the illusory subspace entity shed emerald blue tears in powerless grief, and then he turned around, and a thousand threads of troubles drifted away in the wind, and a slurred voice emerged from the subspace, intermittent, like the babbling of a newborn baby.

"Please, save them......"

The Marble prayed to Russell.

(End of chapter)