It stands to reason that when Debit returned to the Iron Hand Fortress Monastery, Ferus Manus most likely didn't have time to see him: the Primordial was angry with his heir in 10,000 years.

It's not that he's yelling or breaking something, but after more than 10,000 years of online warfare, Ferus Manus has improved his ability to control his emotions - meaning, he finally knows how to keep his anger from showing it directly on his face when he's angry.

But in essence, Ferus has only learned how to control his anger. He will still be angry when he should be angry. This anger burned forever in his essence, something that he had destined to be engraved in the depths of his soul before he was "born" in the alchemy of the Emperor's life, and which could not and would not be easier.

In other words, when he does feel angry, the few supernatural visions that he unconsciously triggers cannot be hidden.

The more ordinary members of the warband were unable to perceive these subtle gaps, but since Ferus Manus returned to the planet, it was clear that the Iron Think Tank stationed in the fortress had become cautious in their actions. As a visitor from another world, Debit had no talent for psionic abilities like Fujimaru Rika, but as a better magician, he was able to make a judgment by reading the subtle vibrations of the aether around him.

For him, the signs that Ferus Manus was "angry" were so obvious that they could be felt across half of the main building of the monastery.

In the distant universe, the current Lord of Medusa may indeed be a space shell that Rika Fujimaru can defeat with a sofa cushion - but on this planet, things are very different. In a way that Debit is more familiar with, this is because Ferus Manus has received a double bonus of native and popularity on his home planet; For the Iron Think Tank, it is easier to understand that the warbands and people who have lived on this planet for thousands of years have deeply infiltrated the land, and it is these beliefs that have filled the spiritual base of the original body, which can be called "weak", allowing him to drag most of his essence into reality.

All in all, if it is limited to the planet Medusa, or in the Sterneros galaxy where Medusa is located, even the current Ferrus can exert a power comparable to that of a primordial when he was alive. But unfortunately, the empire is very large, and the wars that need to be ended cannot be confined to this corner of the hazy star field. Ferus will inevitably have to leave the galaxy in the future and go to other parts of the universe to solve all kinds of problems, and this really unsolved problem cannot be regarded as having been solved.

Debit thought about it for a moment, but decided to move on, as he judged it would be more efficient.

If it were Rika Fujimaru here, she would definitely be able to make this matter a little more sleek in a few passes. But it's a pity that it's Debit here, and he only does things like this: he has the data board under his armpit, and when he comes in, he is even a little unusually lively, and he is almost crowded with all kinds of different power armor colors from the Iron Hand and its sub-groups, and he does not shy away from burrowing into the middle of the group of Astartes, using all kinds of light and dark, physical or magical means to try to move forward, and finally after attracting the attention of Ferus himself, In the angry eyes of the other Astartes, he was called in front of him by the original body himself.

"What's the matter?" Ferus, frowning, asked bluntly. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the wrinkles between his eyebrows seem to have become more profound in just half a month.

Barely explaining his "resurrection" to all his descendants who had stayed in the residency had already taken Ferus ten days and quite a lot of energy. He knew that he shouldn't be too harsh on these soldiers after 10,000 years, but for him, anger was not something that would not arise after he had made a subjective decision. It was a drain to keep himself from punching those overly aggressive heirs, and oddly enough, Ferrus even missed the days when he couldn't beat the upholstery of the sofa - at least at that time, when he was so angry that he wanted to raise his hand to hit someone, he could do it with all his might.

Then, there are the questions of how to withhold the remaining remains of one's own children from the hands of their heirs, whether to change the current commander of the warband, how to deal with the warbands that the Iron Hand warband is facing, and how to deal with the various sub-regiments that rushed to hear the news, and so on. If the etheric shell made by Rika Fujimaru can be more sensitive to the part that is "born from the heart", maybe in this half month, Ferrus will also be annoyed by all the above trivial things to the point of aging.

It's amazing that the little time he spent talking to Debit turned out to be an opportunity for Ferus to "breathe a sigh of relief" against the backdrop of other questions. At the very least, the maverick Talon of Doom crew wouldn't bring him the kind of upsetting news he would.

"It's not going well." Debit said bluntly, as usual, "To cut a long story short, I suspect that there is not a very suitable ceremonial venue on Medusa, and every inch of land here is soaked with too much 'faith' in you, and there is no guarantee that 'you' will still be 'you' after the ceremony." ”

This statement sounds infuriating on paper, but for Ferrus, who already understands most of the common concepts of magic, he knows exactly what Debit is trying to say: "So, you start to think, is there any suitable venue outside of this planet?" ”

"The most suitable place, I think, is the earth." Debit unconcernedly uses his own more accustomed ancient name for all proper nouns, "The laboratory beneath the Tibetan Plateau, or the place where the celebration took place when you first returned to Earth—a symbol of your true 'birth' in this universe, and a symbol known to the Empire by the name of Ferus Manus the Tenth Primordial." These two places are also sufficient for you, and the beliefs that permeate the earth's land must be clearly directed to the emperor. ”

"It's too far for me to leave." Ferus directly refused, "When I actually returned to the Hazy Star Field, I realized that there were still so many unsettled wars waiting for me to deal with. What's more, if I did take my own skull off this planet, the hell priests who were in charge of it before would probably kill themselves immediately. ”

"Then I recommend the 'Shadowlands', near the lava lake where you got the Iron Hand." Debit unequivocally suggests the second option, "If you don't consider the issue of 'faith', it's actually the 'most inappropriate' place, but as a place where the legendary dead souls gather, the negative intelligence in the leylines may help you maintain yourself." ”

"'Maybe.'" Ferus repeated the word, "What about the actual probability?" ”

"It's hard to say, even if Enkidu personally collected data on that area, the information is still very vague. And in the end, it is only your own will that can determine the success or failure of this matter from the root. Debit replied, "A lot of things in magic are like that, it's either a complete success or a complete failure. ”

He obviously skipped a passage in between, but Ferrus was clearly aware of the consequences of failure: "A reasonable idea is that we should first obtain the energy supply department and then implant it in the spirit base along with the anchor part. In this way, only one ritual is required, and the risk can be avoided to a certain extent. ”

"I don't recommend it, but you're the one who ultimately makes the decision." "You yourself are fully aware of the risks: while the rituals used are largely the same, the merging of the anchor and energy supply should have been two very different spiritual operations. You're doing this almost like doing a thoracotomy implant for yourself with your bare hands. ”

Ferus thought for a few seconds, and calculated the success rate during this time. After a period of centuries for the Primordial, he had to sigh heavily and dejectedly, "You're right. ”

He paused again, "But maybe I should get back the equipment I'm going to use as a power supply first - it's not too far from here, but it's locked up in a Mimirian treasury, and I think I'd better go and unravel the defenses on that planet myself and get it back." ”

"I thought it was within Medusa." Debit frowned in confusion, but in the blink of an eye, he threw the question aside, "Then I'll go to Mr. Ferroth to plan the voyage." What is that planet called? ”

"Jerryk." Ferus replied unconcernedly.

This was the end of this brief conversation after the exchange of valid information. But what the Iron Hand Primordial didn't notice was that Debit, who was very familiar with ancient human mythology, had a slight subtle change in his demeanor when he heard the name of the planet.

Let's hope it's a false premonition. He told himself, and turned around again to get out of the human wall of Astarte.

Miwoo (none)

(End of chapter)