300. It’s better to block than to open up (3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

300. It’s better to block than to open up (3k)

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Cato Sicarius agreed with this sentence and once again felt the wisdom of the Terra ancients.

Their wisdom is incredibly advanced. The person who said this sentence even accurately predicted how he would feel on an old-fashioned ship in another world tens of thousands of years later.

Sicarius must admit this.

After he had become accustomed to a new-style ship carrying patterns and magic furnaces, he returned to an old-fashioned ship that creaked when it started. This experience was not a good one.

However, it can't be said to be bad. At least, there aren't too many religious decorations on this ship.

Honso, the war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, raised his hand and made a gesture.

His calm face was unruffled, but what he said was thought-provoking. This unusual symposium had been going on for some time, and their topics gradually turned to religion. This is unavoidable, and there is no such thing as

Method.

"Of course I believe that the Emperor will return one day and lead us to victory, but I don't think it is a good thing to treat him as a god. It's a pity that I can't stop this wave. Moreover, faith can indeed

Protect the physical and mental health of civilians to a certain extent.”

After these words were spoken, a kind of worry appeared on his face. The war blacksmith shook his head: "I don't know if your world is like this, but. In most worlds within the empire, people have little regard for religious texts and beliefs.

The degree of fanaticism is much higher than the desire to learn knowledge."

"This is normal."

Sicarius interrupted, took off his helmet, and sat up straight.

"Religion has immediate results. As long as you have faith, you can gain peace of mind. But knowledge is not. Knowing how to spell your name and knowing that the place under your feet is a planet does not help their situation at all. In fact, in such a cruel situation

In this world, knowledge itself may even become a dangerous weapon, used by those with evil intentions to harm them."

"Thoughts breed doubts, and doubts breed heresies."

Mephisto shook his head and said these words in a steady voice, which attracted the attention of the war blacksmith. Honso narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Whose words are these?"

"The bishop of a certain world." The chief think tank of the Blood Angels replied noncommittally. "Or maybe it's something the state religion found out from religious books."

"That's bullshit that makes sense in one sentence."

Bjorn looked seriously at the other four people in the room. This special symposium had been going on for a while. Although no one said it explicitly, they were indeed curious about another world.

After saying these words, he noticed that Honso was looking at him again. So he snorted softly: "If you have any objections to me, you can just say it directly, Iron Warrior."

"I don't have any objections to you." Honso said slowly, pointing to the golden eagle on Bjorn's chest. "Actually, if your name wasn't Bjorn, I probably wouldn't care so much about you.

.”

He freely admitted his wariness of Bjorn.

Lone Wolf narrowed his eyes. After a period of silence, he spoke again, but his tone was dry: "What has he done?"

"It's not him, it's them"

Hongsuo lowered his head and emphasized again: "Or, you."

Saul Tarvitz saw Bjorn's face turn pale at this moment, and then flush. The intense anger made the veins on his forehead beat like never ending, and he bared his teeth and bit himself.

Blood flowed from his lips, and his ferocious face looked extremely terrifying.

".We? The worst expectation I had was just me and a few idiots, but you said, us?" His hoarse voice sounded like two rough stones rubbing against each other. "Quanfu and Lu

Come on, Si."

Seeing his appearance, Saul Tarvitz knew that he had to stop it, or at least divert Bjorn's attention from this matter for a short time.

He coughed lightly: "Brother Hongsuo, I have a question."

"Speak, Captain."

"You mentioned Lucius? I noticed that you called him Lucius the Reborn?"

"Ah - yes."

Honso finally looked a little happy, but only a little. The gloom and seriousness of his character did not allow him to show too many positive emotions. He thought for a while and said: "I'm glad you asked him.

, Captain Tarvitz. He”

The War Blacksmith was silent for a while, then continued to speak.

"Please forgive me, I don't know how to describe his deeds. After the rise of the state religion, in order to use his influence, he was canonized as a saint. I don't like this approach, but if I must give an answer, I will

Say he deserves it. Yes, he deserves it."

"Lucius has saved many people. However, it all started from the Dark Eldar's trick. They got a false prophecy from nowhere, thinking that your original body, the noble Phoenix Fulgrim, would fall.

Become a demon of Slaanesh"

"They used a trick to trick you into the Webway. This part of history is what you call the Bloody War. Please forgive me, I don't know the detailed history. You are silent about it, and we don't want to ask about it.

.memory."

Honso recalled and narrated seriously, so he could not see Tavitz's expression. Saul Tavitz's two hearts were beating continuously now, and the War Blacksmith's words kept echoing in his mind.

.He took a deep breath and interrupted the war blacksmith in a very rude manner.

His long-cherished wish had long been ended by his returning father, but there were some things that he still couldn't let go of. He, Sol Tavitz, did not betray him, but others did.

Shame always hangs over the Emperor's Children.

Saul Tarvitz asked slowly and hard: "Has he fallen?"

".What?"

The war blacksmith seemed confused by Tavitz's words. He frowned and looked at Tavitz. One second, two seconds, three seconds passed. His brows relaxed, and the original confusion turned into a wave of confusion.

Horror, then profound sympathy.

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't know."

"No, no, I'm fine—please tell me, has he fallen?"

"No." Honso sighed. "He never - please forgive me, Captain, I don't want to say that word. He is a noble phoenix, and I respect him."

Saul Tarvitz smiled bitterly. His original intention was to divert Bjorn's attention. But now, he himself became the one who was distracted. He sighed, and then noticed Honso's inquiring eyes. This made him understand

, it turned out that the war blacksmith was also curious about his experience.

"I am in my world, my father and my legion." Sol Tavitz closed his eyes. "They - they did something wrong. Also please forgive me, Honso, I don't want to mention this again.

thing."

Mephisto shook his head quietly. He had been observing since he came to this world. Facts have proved that his actions were correct. Observing instead of speaking saved him from falling into the trap of Bjorn and Thor.

Tarvitz was in a similar situation. However, there was another man who was suffering from suspicion.

The think tank turned his head and looked at Sicarius. The latter's handsome face didn't have much that could be called an expression, but his hands on his knees were obviously trembling slightly.

"Warsmith." Mephisto said. "What about us?"

He pointed at himself and Sicarius.

His words were simple, direct and shocking. After a brief silence, Honso shook his head: "You should have known it not long ago, think tank. At least you have guessed part of it. Otherwise you would not have burst out with such a spirit."

Yes. Our psychics are still rescuing you because of your mood swings."

Mephisto nodded and took out a tube of potion from the sealed pocket of the armed belt. The light blue light surged in it, making it look like it had life: "This potion can save his life -

—Of course, if you trust me."

Hong Suo stared at him closely and reached out to take the tube of medicine. He pressed the pop-up panel on the metal gauntlet on his right hand again, and an Iron Warrior walked into the door after a moment and took the tube of medicine.

"So -" Mephisto made a gesture. "I want to hear an exact description. Is this request difficult?"

"Are you sure?" Hong Suo asked. "I don't want another psyker responsible for monitoring this place to be sent to the rescue room by you."

"I will try to control my emotions." Mephisto said quietly.

The other three people in the team were not dissatisfied with the surveillance behavior that was openly put on the table by Hong Suo, or were humiliated by being distrusted. In fact, they understood him. If Hong Suo didn't do such a thing,

, they may also feel that Hong Suo is inexperienced.

".Your request surprises me, think tank. However, I think you may not be able to bear such a thing. Besides, I have revealed enough today."

Honso looked around and said seriously: "You are from another world. If the Emperor hadn't appeared and communicated with us personally, I wouldn't have believed such words. Because of this, I don't want these to be completely false to you.

The history has hurt your sanity and calmness, and I hope you can complete your mission."

"But aren't you curious?"

After he said these words, Mephisto saw Honso's expression suddenly change into some kind of extreme disapproval: "I will not let these emotions affect the mission."

"Doubts must be resolved, Warsmith."

Mephisto shook his head and glanced slowly at Sicarius. "It's better to block than to open up. As an Iron Warrior, you should know more about construction than I do. So, you should also know this sentence. Don't you?

"

Honso glanced at Sicarius, still frowning. However, after a few seconds, he reluctantly nodded.

There are three more chapters.

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