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He stared intently at the hermit who was imprisoned in the cell and bound by anti-psychic chains.

The captain who came all the way from Causse nodded to Luo Xi without saying a word.

Luo Xi looked inside and saw the hermit sitting on a metal chair in a strange posture in the electrified cage.

He was still not wearing armor, just the gun-gray cloak.

There was a pitch-black chain around his neck, hand joints and ankles. The chains were connected to the cell's fine gold anchor bolts and were almost impossible to break by brute force.

"This is my request. I need to atone for my mistakes. This little bit of physical pain may be able to alleviate my sins."

The hermit's voice sounded from within the room, and he opened his eyes.

"Here you are, the unpredictable one."

He called Luo Xi like this, as if he had already anticipated Luo Xi's coming.

Luo Xi came to the edge of the prison. If he went any further, he would run into the invisible stance generator, and his flesh and blood would be torn to pieces by the stance.

"Do I have the right to know about your conversation?" Ventanus' voice sounded from behind.

If Roche indicated that the following conversation could not be known to outsiders, the Ultramarines Captain would retreat outside the cell and lock the door to prevent any third person from knowing.

"Of course, Ventanus, Guilliman and I have discussed that we need a dedicated counter-infiltration department to deal with potential spies and agents, especially those targeting the Alpha Legion."

"We think you are the best candidate. Having experienced the destruction of Calth and the underground war, you have enough sensitivity and wisdom to be competent for this responsibility. Be prepared. You will soon take over the intelligence work within the Legion."

Roche conveyed the Primarch's wishes to Ventanus that this captain, who had made great military achievements but remained humble and cautious, would be transferred to another position to continue to shine.

Ventanus's devotion and sacrifice have never gone unnoticed, he has fought alongside his Primarch, and will continue to fight for his will in the dark.

Ventanus nodded slightly, indicating that he accepted the appointment of the Father of Genes.

"As for Calth, don't worry. There is already a weather control device on Mustafar ready to be transported to Calth. That machine will create a thick enough barrier in Calth's atmosphere. Combined with the geomagnetic field generator, Calth will once again be suitable for human survival."

The star in the Vridian Galaxy where Calth is located has gradually deteriorated and lost control due to the destruction of the Word Bearers, and the sun is gradually transforming into a supernova.

But that will be a relatively long process, and before that, Cowes may have completed its reconstruction.

If one day in the future that star completes its transformation and the entire star system is no longer suitable for survival, then using a planetary engine to push Calth away from the Viridian Galaxy will be the last option.

"Caus is a symbol. It symbolizes that the Ultramarines are officially involved in the Great Rebellion. It symbolizes a beginning, the beginning of indomitable spirit and resistance. Humanity will never succumb to the oppression of Chaos, even if everyone dies for it." said Roche.

"Caus is also a monument. Countless brave and fearless people have sacrificed their lives here. Their wills have been integrated into Caus. The spirit of Caus is the spirit of unyielding and never giving up. So we will rebuild Caus and bring life back to this planet."

Deep inside the prison, the chained hermit spoke.

"He is right. Calth already has its own projection in the Warp. I have seen it with my own eyes."

Roche and Ventanus turned to look at the hermit who suddenly spoke.

His voice was trembling, as if he was suffering from torture all the time.

The Hermit is a Word Bearer with psychic gifts, and being in this place filled with the ashes of the Untouchables is exactly like a normal person being in concentrated sulfuric acid and lava.

Even this kind of torture has no end at all. The soulless stance here is not strong enough to kill the hermit, and this will be a long confrontation process.

"When I was fighting you underground in Calth, I used psychic powers and rituals to observe the situation in the warp. It was a wonderful experience, like looking at the world through a mirror in a lake."

The hermit paused, as if searching for the right words to describe this feeling.

"I saw the victims and sacrifices on Calth. Their souls were not devoured by the demons of the warp, but were led by a golden holy light."

"Skeleton warriors wreathed in flames emerged from the Warp. They resembled Space Marines, but were not Space Marines. They took in those who had died heroically at the Battle of Calth."

Luo Xi was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that when they were fighting bravely on the planet Calth, a war broke out in the mysterious subspace.

The hermit's expression became fanatical, and he murmured: "I saw a sun in the sea of ​​souls, a cold sun that releases infinite power."

"That cold sun was deep in the sea of ​​souls. It only projected a glimmer of light, a hint of power, and I knew it was the power of the God-Emperor. Only then did I realize how wrong we were and how stupid we were."

"Why should we abandon the God-Emperor and believe in the ugly and hateful evil will of the Warp?"

"The cold sun in the warp..." Luo Xi tried to remove the embellishments in the words of the Word Bearers fanatic in front of him, and then he caught a key word.

He knew that the Lord of Humanity was an extremely powerful psychic, whose power was difficult to describe in words, and whose power could almost be described as divine.

But if a person's power is really comparable to, or even surpasses, that of a god, then what is the difference between him and a god?

"Then what do you want to say about me?" Luo Xi thought for a moment and decided to put aside the discussion about whether the Emperor is a God.

"Of course, you are an unpredictable person. You do not exist in the predicted future." Whenever the hermit did not mention the God-Emperor in his heart, he was still a calm and gentle person. His voice had a faint magnetism, like those devout preachers in ancient Terra.

Back in Calth, Roche had heard the term from the Word Bearers commander who had sacrificed himself to summon a demon.

Unpredictable people.

If understood literally, then I am the kind of existence that jumps out of the timeline and cannot be detected by conventional predictive abilities.

Luo Xi didn't know how many unpredictable people like him there were, whether he was the only one or there were many like him.

“But at least what is certain is that what I did and the changes I brought about affected the original timeline.

From Isstvan to Calth, to Macragge, and finally to Terra, my influence will grow like the butterfly that caused the storm. "

Chapter 156: Giving Civilization to the Years

Some powerful psychics are able to peer into the future through their psychic abilities.

This is not an extraordinary ability. The future seen by most psychics is scattered and fragmented, and it is even difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.

In Luo Xi's opinion, these psychic prophecies are quite similar to the ancient Earth ritual called divination, which can predict good or bad luck before things happen.

Especially because of the influence of the subspace, the time in the conventional concept does not flow linearly. Sometimes it twists and turns, and even the past and the future overlap.

"Now that I'm here, what do you want to say to me, the unpredictable person you mentioned?"

Luo Xi was also very curious about what shocking words the speaker in front of him could say.

"You do not belong to this era, but you already bear the mark of the Divine Emperor."

Luo Xi was slightly stunned. What did it mean that he had already been branded by the Emperor of God?

He has never seen the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind.

"I will never admit my mistake. You have the aura of the Emperor's favor. It feels like the cold sun. There is no way it can be fake."

The hermit's determined look made Roche really unsure. He recalled Guilliman's conjecture with some trepidation: the Chief was an identity of the Emperor.

"That's impossible. I prefer to believe that some passerby I met on the road is the Emperor, this guy who pretends to be a ghost."

Luo Xi could not accept the equivalence between the two. The former was the most respected person in his mind, and although the latter did equally great things, his bad behavior made Luo Xi unable to agree with it.

"I don't have anything shocking to say to you, except this: stay alive. You are part of the plan, a very crucial part, and the Chaos Gods have already begun to notice you. You'd better take care of yourself."

After saying this, the hermit closed his eyes, but then he added as if he had forgotten what he had said.

"That book, the Lowell Book, you must remember to carry it with you."

That biography?

Luo Xi was a little puzzled. The essay written by the legendary hero of Amatra, Lowell McKeon, was now collected on his ship. According to the agreement, he kept the original copy of the book and continued to spread the things recorded in the book to more people.

Seeing that the hermit didn't seem to want to explain, Luo Xi gave up the idea of ​​asking further questions.

The biggest problem with these people with religious beliefs is that they are unwilling to speak clearly. They always keep things mysterious and vague, saying half of what they say and leaving the other half unsaid.

As someone who had witnessed the power of the Emperor firsthand in the Warp, Roche was certain that this guy knew much more than that, and that even this conversation might be part of the calculations of some being.

He felt that since he woke up, all his experiences had been driven forward by an invisible hand.

He really wanted to question and have things explained clearly to the owner of that hand. What was there that couldn't be broken down and explained clearly?

But, whether he wanted to or not, Luo Xi had to be pushed forward.

"Hmph, I'll let you relax for a while. Once the black stone is in place, you'll have something to do."

According to Guilliman's plan, once the Blackstone Fortress used to summon Warp creatures is completed, the hermit will become the busiest fisherman in the thirty-first millennium.

Sitting alone on the black stone altar, fishing in the warp, randomly selecting lucky demons to become slaves of humans.

Is this also a kind of eternal fishing to some extent?

At that time, it was time to repay this riddler who spoke half of his sentences and left the other half unsaid.

Roche left the dark underground prison, with Ventanus following beside him. According to Guilliman's wishes, the Ultramarines Captain would be transferred to the newly formed intelligence department to be responsible for this aspect of the work.

"Don't worry about the Hermit. He can't possibly escape from here."

"My lord, what I am actually worried about is something else breaking in. The hermit's identity is very special. Once the news leaks out, those traitors will hunt him down to the death." Ventanus replied.

"Especially the Word Bearers. If they learn that their comrades have not only surrendered, but also betrayed their faith in the Warp, they will never give up."

"In that case, this is the mission you will continue to be responsible for. Goodbye, Captain Ventanus."

The conflict between Ventanus and the Word Bearers will eventually extend beyond Calth. Perhaps they will continue their fight in the form of a spy war, out of sight.

Roche and Ventanus parted at the door of this secret prison. There was no way he would let this newly promoted war hero accompany him around the streets of Macragge.

Apart from anything else, he couldn't do anything just with Ventanus, who was fully armored, following him.

Although Macragge is the home planet of the Ultramarines, there will not be a single idle Ultramarines wandering around the streets.

"I am just a projection now. I don't need bodyguards or anything. I am free and easy."

While Faros's brain was operating far away, this technological creation from the Necrons read his mind and teleported Roshi to a civilian area in another corner of the city.

“Convenient, very convenient.”

Luo Xi walked out of a corner alley and blended into the noisy streets and alleys very easily.

Rather than dealing with those heavy affairs all day long, talking about responsibilities and power all the time, he prefers to empty his mind and wander around in these urban places.

The bustling crowd made his empty heart feel fulfilled, as if he was still living on Earth in the 21st century.

The news of the Primarch's assassination was absolutely confidential, and anyone who knew about it had to be kept secret. Although there was some chaos in the inner court of Guilliman's palace, outside in the city of Macragge, everything was no different from usual.

He was like a dusty traveler, wandering through the streets and alleys of the civilian area.

He passed by a food store where a civilian meditator display screen hung on the wall indicated the rise and fall of food prices.

Luo Xi saw that except for a slight increase at the beginning, the prices of food sold in this store were falling almost every day.