"There is no such thing as perfection." Acurdona suddenly put it this way, "This is even a proposition that can be mathematically proven." ”

Rika Fujimaru had demonstrated this to Fogham in the illusion, and he was standing aside as the Legion Champion. Theoretically, this wasn't a topic he could afford to participate in on his own, but now, the question has been reduced to the level of "retelling a piece of knowledge that he has a clear memory about", and even Acurdona could easily do it.

"Almost since the dawn of human history, the 'golden ratio' has been widely regarded as a manifestation of 'beauty'. Although it is certainly impossible to achieve 'perfection' by thinking about it alone, if there is any such thing as 'ultimate perfection', then it will inevitably fully embody the 'golden ratio', right? ”

His two listeners nodded without question.

"Beauty" is not only reflected by the "golden ratio", but the "ultimate perfection" they are now discussing is different. This is an important premise: if there really is something "perfect" in the world, then it must be able to thoroughly embody every "beauty" in the world in all circumstances. Since the "golden ratio" is widely regarded as a number that contains "beauty", this "perfect" thing must be able to thoroughly embody this mathematical beauty in all situations in order to be called "perfect".

This may be a serious topic in some ways, but the atmosphere in the prototype No. 1 is not very serious, and it can even be said to be lighthearted - after all, the crew members are just casually chatting about a topic to pass the time during the boredom of imaginary submersible flights.

Although the ratio of 1:1.61803 is already common sense knowledge that children know, it is only an omission made by artists and architects for the convenience of calculations and engineering. The real 'golden number' is the extreme value of the ratio of the two preceding and following the Fibonacci sequence, i.e. Φ=(√5-1)/2, which is obviously an irrational number. ”

Acurdona stopped, and two of his listeners agreed after a brief nanosecond check.

But then, the person concerned did not continue to argue on this topic, as if all the problems he should have said could be taken for granted on the point that Φ is an irrational number. When this answer is based on this ironclad fact, it should be self-explanatory.

After a brief silence, the first to raise the topic of "perfection", no matter how you look at it, is indistinguishable from the unfallen Vogrim and asked, "What next?" ”

Even if the person is wearing a helmet, it is obvious that Acurdona is stuck by this question: "Next...... The golden number is an irrational number, so it can never be accurately reflected, so there is no ...... for 'perfection' in the true sense? ”

Rika Fujimaru in the illusion only talked about the previous part, and the fabricated Foggrim had already fully understood what the other party meant. Although Acurdona can roughly guess the intermediate process by the results of the proof questions, he is not 100% sure about it.

"But, even for humans, mathematical notation can solve this problem." Santo retorted calmly, "This is not even a profound knowledge, and anyone with a little education can use the corresponding mathematical notation to calculate as accurately as possible without exhausting the irrational numbers themselves, until the environment itself requires a 'finite' answer." I don't mean to defend the enemy, I just feel compelled to raise the concern that the naturally occurring creatures in the subspace have a thinking and logic that is so different from ours. Who knows, is there a solution to this problem that is beyond our knowledge and can completely exhaust the 'infinite non-cyclic decimals'? ”

"Because it's a 'problem that shouldn't be solved.'" Another voice replied, "If the 'infinite' can be 'exhausted', then what is the difference between 'infinite' and 'finite'?" Even in a largely half-mad universe, blurring the lines between the two is an absolute no-no that will undoubtedly upend the existing order - I'd love to take on this kind of duel challenge, but are you sure you want to do it in such a small space? ”

In the small space of the cabin of the prototype No. 1, the "fourth man" who did not exist in the cabin, a blonde man who still wore sunglasses even in the dim light, dressed in a simple, unprotective leather jacket, and even bare part of his skin, said with a rare good temper in front of the muzzles of two blasters and a ceremonial sword that had been handed to his neck.

——

On the seventh day of Skalus's station, the Chaldeans had finally taken care of their chores and were ready to move back in the direction of Baal.

After the subspace shadows created by the hive dissipated, the Startalkers aboard the Lionmane had to be busy for a while in order to relay Skylos' current situation to the various Imperial institutions. As for whether the Star Language of the Dark Side of the Empire will be able to successfully get to where they should be, what the relevant departments will do after receiving this information - and even whether it will be pressed by the Imperial Bureaucracy after this Star Language is delivered, Fujimaru Rika has no control.

Although it is a pity, in the current situation, it has to be said that "fortunately" Skylos has become a desolate star. When it comes to dealing with the follow-up on a desolate star, there is not much difference between whether the Empire will come to support in three days or thirty years later. Therefore, when Fujimaru Rika decided to continue the progress of the Chaldean mission without waiting for the reply of the "relevant departments", there was no opposition.

Having used all means to learn the main purpose of the group's journey to Barr, even Inquisitor Hastings would not openly object to this question. Especially after Vasilian the Praetorian Warden and his team joined the Storm Frontier.

Half a year may be enough time for Rika Fujimaru and the Midnight Lord Primordial to get acquainted from "Mr. Conrad" to "Conrad!" But apparently not enough to soften the attitude of a conservative judge. Sibylla Hastings aboard the Storm Frontier certainly had some opinions, but he realized that his opinions could only be "kept" in his mind for the time being, other than being put into writing and regularly sent to the Macurag Glory by some means known only to himself.

The reason why the Imperial Inquisitors are so powerful to the point of fear has little to do with their personal strength or the Inquisition's Rose Knot itself. What really makes them powerful is the resources available to the Throne Envoy - but on the Storm Frontier or the Lion's Mane, Inquisitor Hastings has to rely on a rather roundabout way to get the message to them, even if he contacts his own team of acolytes. He had even discovered that his successful communication with the outside world was based on Rika Fujimaru herself allowing it to happen.

After all, neither the Midnight Lord, nor the Firewing Grand Master of the Dark Angels, nor the Praetorian Army are vegetarians when it comes to infiltration and counter-infiltration. But after the Inquisitor had been suspicious for a while, he found that the message he had sent had not been intercepted: it was undoubtedly acquiesced. When he got on the boat, Rika Fujimaru's sentence "The political wisdom of the imperial regent made him think that he needed someone who didn't trust me so much as his eyeliner, and I just didn't care about that", really didn't have the slightest moisture.

This may be a very strange state for Inquisitor Hastings, and indeed for any Imperial: he can be said to be in an enemy camp to some extent, but at the behest of the enemy leader, he can even speak very nourishingly, and even complete some small actions that are likely to be detrimental to the person in front of the person in full view. And it's incredible that he still has a certain degree of voice in the day-to-day operation of this team - at the cost of inevitably taking on some detailed work.

From the point of view of achieving his own ends, Judge Hastings certainly welcomed all of this. But as soon as he thought about it a little, he couldn't help but start to wonder if Rika Fujimaru was mentally normal. By now, however, he had learned how to exercise the necessary vigilance and only appropriately abandon thinking on similar matters. The only complaint the Inquisitor had about this was that Rika Fujimaru shouldn't have assumed that he was good at paperwork because he was born in the Great Otrama and had experience serving in the psionic council of the Ultramarine's original body.

While he does excel, he doesn't like to deal with these things.

After Somney was (again) in the ranks, and the Storm Boundary was back in the Gnaku of the Lionmane by the imaginary number, the Gladius-class light cruiser began to slowly sail towards Mandeville Point in the galaxy. Inquisitor Hastings is holding Skalus's battle report and looking for the Blood Angels on this small ship in the subspace, so that he can check the details with them and wrap up the report.

At the same time, he also knew that the Startalkers were taking advantage of their last stay in the physical universe to send a travel notice in the direction of Baal, informing the Chaldea of the approximate arrival time—something they had already done once when they left Pamenio, but that had been more than half a year ago. In the current position, which is only about a week away from Baal (if the subspace jump doesn't cause any problems), it makes sense that similar notices should be made again.

In addition, the Navigator was a bit badly damaged after entering the dark side of the Empire. Although thanks to the "Plane Moon", even if it is difficult to see the Star Torch, this team will not get lost in the chaotic turbulence of the vast ocean, but watching when those violent waves of psionics will be swallowed by the tyrannical subspace is something that even the Emperor cannot guarantee. And the vast majority of the crew on the Lion's Mane are from the Great Expedition period, if you want to replenish them......

The Lion's Mane was not his ship, and he had nothing to do thinking about this complex issue. Inquisitor Hastings said to himself silently.

Naturally, the navigators' affairs should be left to Rika Fujimaru or Ranmaroke, and the Inquisitor eventually found the gathered Blood Angels in the "that" break room on the Storm Boundary. And the reason why they would gather here is the same reason why this lounge deserves a special mention in the mouth of the Inquisitor:

This is the only space on the entire ship that prominently displays a sign related to the state religion or the emperor, and even a statue that is quite artistic in terms of quality. And Hastings could see at a glance that the only remaining Holy Blood Angels in the battle of Skellus were gathered here, and there was a little religious significance in it.

(End of chapter)