"You lied to me!" Kugas shouted sadly.

From the moment he arrived on the surface of the planet Pamenio through the sacrifice of the mortal Order of Nurgle, the Father of the Plague had already felt it. The touch of the subspace weakened, and the rules of the material world became stronger, making him feel like he couldn't comfortably draw energy for the spells he needed, and even be careful to maintain his own existence.

But Mortarian still stood in front of him with composure, as if nothing unexpected had happened: "There are some complications in the plan, I have come across a city at the western end of this continent that will not be conquered, and it has a kind of protection. ”

"So that rumor is true, you lied to me!" Kugas screamed in horror, "The Cursed really has a proper puppet!" It is the power He Himself has sent to stop you! ”

"Maybe so, but would that really have a big impact on our plans?" Motarian coaxed, "Pamenio is the stage for the second act of Killiman's fall. I have prayed to our loving Father and asked for His help. The signs are good. I'm being followed. ”

"Do you think you need more help here? I've brought nearly all of the demonic hosts from Jax and Perstio—at your request. Kugas said incredulously, "It can't be more, although the Father's Garden has countless seven-fold armies that are incomparably larger than the incomparably large at their disposal, the subspace energy here can no longer support the emergence of more demonic forces." ”

"So, it's going to be my heir." The Demon Primordial reverses the facts without guilt, "Typhons—though I don't like him—as the mortal messenger of his loving father Nurgle, will deal with the puppets of the Damned with his soldiers. ”

Kugas may or may not believe it, but at least on the surface, a false joy resurfaces in his diseased, swollen and pus-filled face. The Father of the Plague always hated everything around him, which was at odds with the tone advocated in the Garden of Mercy, so he always hid his true thoughts with this false joy:

"That's great, and I'm so relieved by the good news." He gently patted his large, loose-skinned belly, letting the foul-smelling miasma drain from his intestines, "When will Typhons and his troops arrive?" Are we going to wait for him? ”

Although he himself was the first to mention Typhons, Kugas's last words caused Mortarian a wave of annoyance: "I'm not sure, you know that our relationship has never been good. But until he actually arrives, we should keep on the offensive. ”

Kugas looked a little hesitant and afraid. Such subtle changes would have been difficult to discern in the countenance of a great impure for a variety of reasons, but Motarian was sure he had caught it.

"Don't think about things that complicated." "The omen is good, the numbers point to a glorious future, it's only the current stage that is difficult, and the plan will always be carried out smoothly in the end—I will succeed in catching my brother, don't you want to see your plague finally completed?" ”

— but there was no sign at all, and his numbers only gave an unusually vague, mixed answer.

"You're lying to me." Seeing through all this, Kugas muttered with certainty, but he turned his attention to the gate that had been opened by sacrifice so that all his army could pass through it.

——

"The emperor is not a god." Digris said.

"Yes, so the 'temple' is just called the 'temple'. Don't think about its meaning, just think of it as a kind of hierarchical naming of 'Magic Studio'. Fujimaru Rika replied, "It's as if the 'Emperor-level Titan' is not an emperor in essence, but the name of the Titan of this magnitude is specified as 'Emperor-level'." ”

After Ranmaroch and Company Commander Affopa returned to the defensive line, the layout of the pulpit hall of Tyros Cathedral changed slightly: the benches in the front row on the left were moved back slightly, and there were a few more special writing desks in front of them, which were common in the writing room. Nearby, incense was burned to calm the nerves, and Kellia sat behind a desk with two selected and recognized battle nuns, quietly copying excerpts from the Word of the Word on a refined parchment with a quill pen and ink.

- Debbit gave a lot of practical advice from the magician's point of view to the Anglican amulet that Rika Fujimaru tried to make, and here is a trial of one of the improved versions.

"It would be nice to think briefly of the 'magic workshop' as a kind of fortification with a variety of spells." Rika Fujimaru explained to Digris, "A general workshop can only protect the building itself and its interior, and at the same time, it will improve the spells used by the owner of the workshop in it. In fact, under normal circumstances, my evaluation is that it is better to simply set up two logging guns at the door. But at the 'Temple' level, all of the above functions are raised to a very exaggerated level. ”

Digris looked at the three figures who were copying by candlelight, thoughtfully.

For the people of the empire, the matter of "copying scriptures" is still very serious. Although Kellia had received a formal education in grammar school and had no problems in reading and writing in general, when faced with the Sacred Word, she still had the spirit of 120,000 points, and she had to carefully confirm the original text before putting pen to paper, so as to ensure that she would never make a mistake in copying even a single letter. This slowed her copy, but—counterintuitively, the other two Battle Nun sisters were slower than she was.

It stands to reason that even the battle nuns had the subject of familiarity with the scriptures in their earliest training. Although they are certainly inferior to priests, they could not have done similar exercises without high intensity when they were young, and they should not be so inefficient. But they paused for almost every letter they wrote, and, obviously, were in pain from it.

"They're channeling the Emperor's psionic powers." Digris judged.

"Yes." Rika Fujimaru agreed, "Originally, it was almost impossible, but the environment of the 'temple' itself lowered the threshold for this behavior. Not to mention that Kelya, who could have done this in the first place, but had only temporarily blocked most of the pathways, even the battle nuns without psionic qualifications could do such a delicate operation with their firm beliefs and certain ritual behaviors - of course, it would still be very uncomfortable. I thought that if this kind of pain stayed at a level that ordinary people could bear, I would use this to find something to do for the fanatics outside. But now it seems that it may not work. ”

Digris could see this, but the nuns themselves apparently did not care about the excessive suffering.

"What if the psykers do this?" He asked.

"It's not impossible, but the effect is not necessarily better, and it is likely that the process will be more torturous." Fujimaru Rika replied, "Actually, theoretically, the more powerful the psionic person, the more difficult it is to do this, because the habit of using psionic energy is almost the same as that of one person, and the emperor's psionic energy will undoubtedly operate in the emperor's habit, and it is very strong." It's very difficult to reconcile the two and then keep the spell on paper with precision, unless you start from scratch like Kelya. ”

At this point, Kylia also happened to finish copying a page. The girl let out a relaxed sigh of relief, and then moved to remove the paperweight-held paper from the writing desk, her complacent demeanor contrasting sharply with that of the other two battle nuns.

Fujimaru Rika also walked over at the right time, quickly checked the results of the copy, and then showed the front side to Digris as well. The latter were convinced that what they had provided here was plain black ink, but that the handwriting on the paper was reflected as if it had been gilded.

"In fact, this kind of thing doesn't have to be done in the temple, but the environment inside the temple will greatly improve the yield rate and production efficiency." Rika Fujimaru showed the people around her how she folded the parchment into small squares, and said, "If it were in the outside world, relying on the power of faith and long-term devotion to worship would have allowed a page of ordinary scriptures copied by a devout person to be tainted with the power of the Emperor of God, but that cycle would have taken a hundred years." ”

As she spoke, she had fixed the corners that would naturally fall apart when folded with fire paint, and branded the Aquila seal on them. With this movement, a subtle golden light was transmitted to the pattern of the fire paint print. In Digris's psionic vision, the stacked pile of small pieces of paper became "complete", and the psionic abilities that had been simply solidified on the paper seemed to come to life—indescribable, but they seemed to begin to "breathe".

"It's done!" Rika Fujimaru said happily. She placed the amulet in the hands of Kelya, who still looked overly cautious, and the other two battle nuns, who were also copying, couldn't help but cast envious glances.

"It's warm." Kylia whispered in surprise, "It's not the temperature left by the fire paint mark, it's itself warm." ”

"When it encounters an enemy in the subspace, it will burn up while exerting its power. I'm not sure if that's a drawback. Fujimaru Rika added, "I would still recommend giving this amulet a small non-flammable and heat-insulating box and carrying it with you—"

She stopped talking suddenly, as if she was listening. After more than ten seconds like this, she spoke again:

"Somny's communications, Sheba lenses detect the opening of a subspace rift in the mountains north of Tyros, possibly reinforcements from the Plague Warriors." She quickened her voice and said to Diglas, "Because the chaos in the environment is too severe to judge the exact number of troops, but I think this news should at least be known to the warriors in charge of the northern defense, and perhaps the others need to be informed, as you Ultramarines are used to doing - I'll go back to the Storm Frontier and replace the exoskeleton armor for combat before coming back." ”

Immediately afterward, she turned and ran away, even before Digris was halfway through her head. Sevita, who had been guarding nearby, smoothly followed the girl's fast, but completely unpleasant footsteps for the Space Marine's physique, and the two men unabashedly exchanged words as they went.

Digris hadn't forgotten what he had to do to deal with this piece of information, but he was also puzzled: was the Sheba lens a new type of divination instrument?

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)