066 You won't forget that I can burn the demon along the network cable when I get the ID!
Cobro suddenly developed a sense of urgency that something had happened in the warband, but he was left out.
ββ¦β¦ What happened? He asked with a sense of urgency.
The person he wanted to ask was the black sanctuary that appeared later, but the first person to give a clueless answer was Fujimaru Ritsuka beside him: "It's basically entrainment, blasphemy, sacrifice, and the like." β
She handed the feather fan to Kylia behind her, took a pen from the other person's hand, and moved her gaze back to the unfolded piece of paper: "The more counterintuitive point is that if the living want to do something to me, it is much more convenient in the real universe than in the subspace. Coupled with the fact that today is another high-profile occasion, I was already guessing that there would be a demon with a bad brain who wanted to make a big news - it seems that I guessed correctly. β
"There was an unsuccessful demon summoning ritual in B-3 Prep Room, where several Astral Army officers who came as attachΓ©s were sacrificed, but I promise with my sword that nothing should be in reality will leave that room." The Black Templar, the Imperial Champion, after all, the presence of the Black Sword should not be underestimated, pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword, and calmly reported to Fujimaru Rika before turning to Kobro, "A detailed report on this accident and a list of damages should be recorded by the think tank department of the Holy Blood Angels. You will be able to access it at that time. β
Kobro wanted to say something, but he didn't have time. Fujimaru Rika asked a question at the moment when the other party's voice fell: "What was the scene like at that time?" β
Although it is unknown how the heretics managed to infiltrate beyond today's extraordinarily tight security measures, Cobro still does not think there is anything worth asking. Although the blasphemous rituals performed by the Chaos believers are diverse in form, they are all the same in nature. However, his emotional intelligence told him that at least he shouldn't interrupt the Emperor Champion when he had already begun to retell the bloody scene one by one.
In this narrative, things sounded like Kobro had seen before, though the Black Templar report was clearly focused on the "physical scene" rather than "the whole thing". This statement, which is approximately three minutes long, contains complete and detailed details such as the orientation of the room, whether there are windows, the location of the altar, the blasphemous symbols depicted on it, the number and position of cultists and sacrifices, the equipment of heretics, and the types of patterns drawn in blood on the floor.
Kobro didn't listen very carefully. For him, these are all "useless details" that may be of some use only at the time when the operation is underway. In addition, there was another thing that was happening that caught his attention: the red stigma on the back of Fujimaru's left hand holding a white piece of paper - she was not wearing gloves during the prom, so everyone could see that this was a sign that resembled a red tattoo, but that Kobro could use his position as the head priest of the Holy Blood to say that it was not a tattoo - was shining a little red in a certain rhythm.
As for the contents of the paper, Cobro could easily glimpse it by virtue of his height, but the problem was that he could not read it: it was written only in five short lines in a language that seemed to be decorative lace. However, there is an obvious pattern that every time the stigma on the back of Fujimaru Rika's hand lights up and goes out again, she will use her pen to make some marks on the edge of a line of words in order.
By the end of the Black Templar's report, four of the five lines had been crossed out, with only a triangle drawn at the end of the penultimate line. She whispered something in Gothic with hyphens and separators next to the name that was left, then folded the note back down the crease and handed it back to the other person: "It all sounds old, so it doesn't look like things are going out as expected." β
"This could also be a suspicious tactic of the great enemy." The Black Templar retorted as he retrieved the piece of paper, "Maybe they're just hoping you let your guard down. β
"There's no end to guessing like that. We just have to do our own thing step by step, and then fight back when we find the enemy. Fujimaru Rika refused to be drawn into the endless whirlpool of suspicion, and tried to go to the locker room that was assigned to her before, "Anyway, there are only two or three kittens who came this time, and four of the five demons who left their names are completely defenseless, and only one of them managed to barely sever the connection with the contract at the last moment and survived, which is a shame for Tzeentch - by the way, I also told Mr. Mephiston about this, and I translated the name of the last remaining demon, and showed him the note." And, are these five the only ones coming from beyond the Veil? β
"These are the only five who are so stupid as to have their names on them. Arjuna said so. "According to the usual logic, there should have been nine, but by the end of the ball, he had only seen seven, so he didn't come to report it himself, but continued to look for the remaining two lifeless ones that might exist." β
Cobro felt that he was a little confused about the content of these conversations. He needed a little time to sort out the anti-common sense information before, but Fujimaru Rika didn't give him this opportunity:
"Tell him not to be too attached, anyway, we just need to let the living without a chance to enter the reality - forget it, I'll read him directly about this part. If Vasilian felt uneasy, he asked him to make an application to first open the Storm Frontier, activate Chaldeas and start copying Baal's star spirit, and use the Sheba lens to observe the surrounding subspace environment. That's much more efficient than manpower patrols, watching surveillance, or whatever. β
The Black Templar nodded in agreement and quickly left with the piece of paper. Cobro in the brainstorm felt that he had a lot to ask about it, but he wasn't sure whether he should ask or not. After a brief weigh-up, he tried to ask a question that seemed to him to be the safest of all: "Forgive me, but what is the name of that Imperial Champion brother?" β
Cobro really didn't think that the other party might be who. In his opinion, the rank of this Black Templar looked like the Marshal level - if one of the Marshals in the Black Templar suddenly received an oracle and became the Imperial Champion, or if an Imperial Champion was promoted to the rank of Marshal by the exception, such a big thing should have reached the ears of the other warbands?
With this doubt, he looked at Rika Fujimaru, who was slowly moving to the locker room. Judging from the other party's calm expression, Cobro thought that he should indeed have chosen a safe topic. But Fujimaru Ritsuka's answer didn't sound like that to him at all:
"That's Sigismund, the 'Black Knight'." In an understatement, she uttered the name of the Astartes that would still be heard by all warbands even after 10,000 years, "One of the three heroes of the Great Expedition, the former commander of the First Company of the Imperial Fist, the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templar, myself." β
Then, as if she realized something, she turned around and raised her head to look at Kobro, who was in a state of downtime, and added an additional explanation in passing:
"It's not something that needs to be kept secret, and everybody will find out about it in the near future. Also, I'd suggest that you and your colleagues better get used to these kinds of things early on β I mean, the likelihood of you seeing such 'historical figures' will only become more and more likely over time. Maybe in a while, the commander of the first company of Ladolon or the captain of the Azcaron guard will be interested in coming to check on my work. β
After dropping this sentence, she walked away in a good mood and humming a little tune.
(End of chapter)
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