AWB Chapter 359: Universal Celebration of the Divine Emperor's Ascension
Chapter 359: Universal Celebration of the Divine Emperor's Ascension
Dense data flowed on the screen. Rebos was doing two things at once: one was looking for the location of the planet El in the star map, and the other was looking for information about the planet in the Inquisitor database.
Caroline and Ian were both shocked. Even the Librarian Zakri, who was also a Space Marine, was astonished. The leap of thousands of characters per second was not something that could be detected by eyesight alone, let alone reading ten lines at a glance.
Although Space Marines are indeed modified humans who have undergone biochemical and mechanical upgrades, compared with the computing power demonstrated by Rebos, it does feel like a math competition between humans and computers.
The other party seemed to be a truly tireless robot, exploring silently for hours, and there might only be two or three lines of records in the 10,000 terabytes of data.
"found it."
Before he finished speaking, the images on the star map and the Thinker stopped at the same time. The star map focused on the sixth sub-sector of the third star sector in the Taiping star field, while the Thinker marked the location of the parchment scroll.
Rebos immediately opened the hatch, and a gloomy smell of oldness and decay immediately flowed out. Countless parchment scrolls were displayed in this 300*60*15 meter showroom.
Thousands of servo skulls floated slowly, arranging the positions of scrolls on hundreds of display racks. In the center of the warehouse, dozens of modified robot servants were writing furiously.
"Event: The Fire Covenant seeks a second trial to exonerate its crimes; Inquisitor: Heretic Inquisitor Harrington; Location: Colt System, 0604.157th Sector, Storm Sector; Time: 42.M; Result: The two sides clashed, Inquisitor Harrington escaped from the Black Ship and his life or death is unknown. Given that the Fire Covenant and a criminal named Lin Heng occupied the ship, we have to assume that the other party is dead. The ship has now been occupied..."
Caroline read the information written by the servitor. This person was like the writer of a history book. He did not mix in any emotions and just stated possible facts.
Everyone looked at each other, waiting for Rebos's decision, but the other party did not take their lives.
After all, they were unmoved by what had happened; this place full of scrolls was their world, and writing scrolls was their mission in life.
A few minutes later, the servo skull slowly flew over and placed the parchment scroll on the mechanical hand into Rebos's hand.
[El, originally a small hive world, was affected by the subspace activities, and the world was changed. The Inquisitor of the Holy Hammer Order, Belvis, issued an extermination order - Death Star
Note: After investigation by the Extermination Order Tribunal, there is no objection to the use of the Extermination Order this time. 】
Just a few words mean the end of a planet, just a few words mean the end of hundreds of millions of lives. I don't know whether I should praise his concise and clear record or be afraid of wasting words.
"I didn't expect it has been destroyed..." Caroline sighed. Although warriors wandering outside basically have no chance to return to the planet where they were born, they can at least keep some thoughts, but now it's gone.
"It doesn't matter. At least we have found the direction of the next clue." Rebos said and pointed to the name of Inquisitor Belvis on the scroll, a name that Harrington had also mentioned.
"The Order of the Holy Hammer..." Zachli thought with his arms crossed.
"Well, maybe Belvis will keep some memory files, even if we don't look through their showrooms."
Ian said this in a nonchalant tone, then snatched the manuscript that the servitor was writing from his hand and tore it to pieces.
"I have asked the choir to send out astropathic pulses every six hours, first trying to contact the United Star Region Monastery of the Ecclesiarchy, and then reporting to the Ecclesiarchy Star Region Monastery.
It will take quite a while to get a reply, and of course... there might be no reply at all." Ian said as he looked at the debris on the ground with his eyes slightly absent-minded.
Caroline exhaled softly. She understood what Ian meant. How fragile a celestial language was when it wandered in the subspace. Sometimes it was a good thing that it couldn't be sent.
However, if the content of the subspace undergoes changes after being shaken and integrated, unclear expression is secondary, and going against the original intention is a more terrifying situation.
This was indeed the case, but Rebs sensed a deeper meaning from Ian's micro-expressions.
Is there anything to say? His desire for power and fame can be seen from his insult by Harrington. One of his reasons for the showdown was that his status was questioned.
Given Ian's passion for missionary work, the state religion world is the most suitable place for him. After all, preaching on a spaceship is not a good job.
But it doesn’t matter. Rebos never included the state religion in his plan from the beginning to the end.
"How far has the battleship replacement progressed?" asked Rebos.
Zakli Think Tank withdrew his gaze from the billions of scrolls and thought:
"Since we have occupied the engine room in advance, refueling is not a problem. However, there are still a large number of black ship crew members in various parts of the ship, and the transfer progress of the regiment's supplies has only reached 32%."
"There will be a secret council of the Inquisition in the six nearby star regions. The later we arrive, the more likely we will be blocked. We don't have much time to waste."
Rebos pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "How is the anesthetic gas provided by the Governor?"
"Five tons have been loaded onto the ship, and another 5 tons are in production," Ian said.
"First, focus on releasing the weapons in key areas such as the hangar, bridge, side cannons, light spears, and torpedo room. Then, conduct tactical recovery and memory erasure to replenish the regiment's manpower.
As for those who resist desperately, we will deal with them as needed. I will provide electronic scrap code for help. And Pope Ian, try to recruit and purchase more crew members in the next two days."
As the planet revolved around the star and rotated on its own axis, the star port began to slowly enter the dark side of the planet. The meeting came to an end, and at the same time, the fireworks that rose into the sky began to shine brightly.
Under the veil of night, the Festival of the Ascension of the Divine Emperor begins, and the people’s rejoicing begins.
And in the dark and silent starry sky, the interior of the black ship docked at the star port was also undergoing a silent cleansing.
It was estimated that an earth-shaking cannon was used as the launcher, otherwise it would not be so clearly visible in the low-Earth orbit. Exciting lights began to flash over half of the city. Such a beautiful sight attracted the clerks to stop their work and quietly appreciate the fireworks display that they had never seen many times.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple continued to bloom in their mechanical eyes. Everyone was silent and admired until Ian finished his intermittent prayers, stood up and said happily:
"The time has come. We should return to the Governor's Mansion to attend the banquet. You are all on the list, so you still have to go according to etiquette. I can also take this opportunity to ask them to do more charity and take care of the poor and suffering people."
Rebos instinctively wanted to shake his head to refuse, but Think Tank Zakli reached out and patted him on the back and said:
"Go ahead. After all, you will be on the run for the rest of your life. Take this opportunity to rest for a few more days and appreciate the beauty of human nature. Even an Astartes needs to slow down from time to time."
Ian nodded in agreement, Caroline also smiled in agreement, Rebos pressed his temples and then nodded in agreement.
They immediately took the opportunity to fly to the Governor's Palace, passing through the barrage of fireworks and projectiles. Fortunately, the Thunderhawk fighter planes only made some scratches while waiting to land. The planetary governor and his men had been waiting for a long time.
The welcoming scene was grand. The military band played a welcome song and the dance troupe lined up to perform. The passionate music and energetic program made the national church and the officers of the regiment applaud.
Everyone proceeded according to the Governor's plan. The food for the dinner was very luxurious, with as many as a hundred dishes on the table for ten people.
But even if they were Astartes, they would not indulge in delicious food to their heart's content. They would simply eat three or four servings, taste their food, and have a couple of drinks as a holiday. They were not the Space Wolves who were never full.
Ian was even more self-sacrificing and dedicated to his work. Three slices of thin bread, two pieces of ant beef, and a glass of aperitif were all he had. The high-ranking nuns and church deacons who sat at the table with him also only ate a little. Even on a festival like the Ascension Day of the God-Emperor, they needed to stick to their doctrines.
"Sir Rebos, to be honest with you, when I was walking through the flames just now, I suddenly had some kind of insight, an inexplicable feeling spread in my mind.
I tried to use my psychic powers for divination or prophecy, but I couldn't get any decent results. However, I can feel that our destinies seem to be closely interdependent.
I failed to regain my glorious memory this time, and I don't know what I will experience when I look for Inquisitor Belvis. I hope we can regain our previous friendship and continue it. "Zakli Think Tank stood up and said respectfully.
Rebos stood up and nodded slightly, saying, "Just call me Rebos."
"The team still needs my help. Please continue to rest and maintain your strength. I'll take my leave first." The think tank politely nodded to the others at the table, then thanked the governor alone and left.
Rebos looked at the departing figure of Zakli Think Librarian in silence. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. This was his third bottle of wine. Without the constraints of doctrine and with his strong body organs, the wine was no different from water. It was not brewed by Space Wolves.
After killing the Inquisitor and communicating with each other's memories, he certainly doesn't want to part with the Fire Covenant, while the other party also needs a long period of recuperation due to the damage done to the chapter.
So they broke up and reshuffled, each side needed each other, so they re-formed the team, and the Ecclesiarchy's Sacred Reason and the Chapter's soon-to-be-replaced Flame of Glory became grasshoppers on the same rope.
A single ship, even a combat barge, is somewhat weak, so if they form a combined fleet, they can look after each other.
"Gudong... Gudong..."
As glasses were clinked and programs changed, the atmosphere of the banquet began to reach a climax. Under the influence of alcohol, men and women began to look for each other as partners on the dance floor. They moved closer and closer to each other in the melodious singing, and the smiles on their faces became brighter and brighter.
Huhu, the children of nobles and merchants began to take action. Since the male to female ratio on this planet is 4:6, even girls can come forward and invite their beloved other half.
Therefore, both men and women stretched out their hands to try to invite others. However, women were generally able to invite naval officers from the regiment and the state religion, but when it came to men, anyone who wanted to invite nuns was politely rejected.
On the other hand, Rebos, who had returned to his normal figure and was wearing a normal navy uniform, and his cool temperament naturally attracted the attention of many women, so they wanted to start a conversation with him.
"Hello, can I ask you to dance with me?" The girl in a dress stepped forward and asked. Judging from her appearance, she was definitely a very beautiful girl, and many young talents were flirting with her.
But who is Rebos? He just glanced at him and continued to drink, ignoring the other ladies who wanted to try.
"Mr. Angel, this... hahahaha, I guess you are not married yet. Look, my daughter is just the right age to get married..."
"Go away, your daughter looks like a bald chicken. Besides, Your Excellency Angel cannot start a family... But, I still have a professional maid. This thing is still very necessary."
Seeing that the other party did not care about the young man, several male and female nobles could not help but step forward and talk about their own capital. If they could establish a relationship with the angel, their status would definitely rise.
However, Rebos did not answer. The so-called affection and love were nothing more than physiological reactions under the endocrine system. If he wanted, he could also achieve asexual reproduction according to certain technical systems left to him by Cawl. However, if it was discovered, the Inquisition would be the first to come to him.
"Your Excellency Angel, we are sorry to bother you. We would like to ask you to be a witness for the wedding of my son and daughter. They have only heard of the angels under the throne of the Emperor of God, but have never seen one.
If you can show up at their wedding, they will be the most loyal believers of the Emperor for their entire lives, and they will dedicate their lives to the Emperor."
"Yes, yes, sir, could you come to my wedding with my love?"
Before the previous wave ended, another wave came over, and this time it was a group of newlyweds who came to be witnesses.
However, Rebos still didn't want to pay attention to him. On the one hand, he didn't care whether he would become a follower of the Emperor. That guy didn't care about him, so why should he care about him?
On the other hand...
"Forget it, everyone. Let him go. He is not suitable for this place. I know you hope to get the blessing of His Excellency the Angel. But they are warriors fighting against the rebels and warriors resisting the aliens. It is more appropriate to leave this situation to the priests of the state religion."
Caroline stepped forward with a smile and rescued Rebos. Having systematically learned all the common aristocratic etiquette, she bowed gracefully, which made everyone present stop forcing her. Of course, forcing her was useless.
So everyone had to leave in disappointment and go to look for Pope Ian's baptism and blessing.
"Are you...are you so inhuman?" Caroline sighed as she looked at the crowd leaving.
And Rebos seemed to be reflecting on something. Looking at the singing and dancing crowd, he said helplessly:
"That's the other side of it, I have no information about marriage, not in my brain or in my data processor.
I don't know any dancing or etiquette. I can analyze the production process and raw materials of this bottle of wine, but I don't know how to maintain my demeanor in such an occasion.
However, since Kaul did not enter the data on this, I assumed that it was something that did not need to be known.”
Caroline was a little shocked, but she could understand it, so she nodded and said:
"So what's stored in that processor of yours?"
"How to create death..."
The silence of the two was hidden in the corner of this jubilant palace. No one noticed their embarrassment. Caroline sighed pitifully and then signaled if she wanted to go and have a drink.
This time, Rebos did not refuse. The two of them went to the bar in silence, ordered drinks, and tried to integrate into the environment again.
Looking at Ian speaking passionately on the podium, looking at the nun who was given flowers while protecting each other, looking at the couple singing and dancing and kissing each other, the taste of the wine seemed to start to change.