Chapter 347

The power armor of the Adepta Sororitas painted metallic blue?

There were six major orders in the Sisterhood, and the paint jobs of these orders were either silver, black, or red, but there had never been metallic blue.

Did this mean that some changes worth noting had occurred within the Adepta Sororitas? Was it related to the Saintly Maiden in that intelligence report?

But Tiruien had no time to think too much; in any case, he could not slight Lady Morvenn Vahl, this Lady Abbess of the Adepta Sororitas.

The Lady Abbess of the Adepta Sororitas was one of the most noble identities in the entire Empire, and even had the opportunity to become a member of the High Lords; even if not in the position of a High Lord, her power exceeded Tiruien's.

After all, Tiruien's power only came from the rights granted by Imperial law; without Imperial law, a hive thug could kill Tiruien.

But Lady Morvenn Vahl was different; her power came from herself, from that model power armor "Paragon Warsuit," from those Adepta Sororitas sisters who followed her... of course, even more from her scorching faith and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's protection.

Although this Lady Morvenn Vahl was young and had been in office for less than a year, Tiruien had already heard of many miracles she had brought about.

That was a lady protected by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, without a doubt.

It was just that this lady had a straightforward personality and lingered more on the front lines, rarely returning to Terra to get involved in politics; why come to see him?

Tiruien felt strange, but he still tidied his clothes, walked out of his gray room, and passed through the gilded threshold to the reception room he had spent a full eighty years building.

He saw the metallic blue power armor Jieji spoke of, draped over the body of Abbess Magda.

This Abbess of the Order of the Sacred Rose had returned from the Lacio star in the Hades system, and then entered the Convent of the Prophet, the headquarters of the Adepta Sororitas on Terra, to practice in seclusion, claiming that she would perceive the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's instructions there—but Jieji's spies helped Tiruien obtain some different news.

Abbess Magda had brought back a young girl covered in burns from Hades.

No one knew where that girl came from or what her identity was; even the Ecclesiarch of the State Sect did not know.

But Tiruien knew that Abbess Magda claimed that she was the Saintly Maiden, and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's will had once descended upon the girl.

This intelligence certainly did not come from Jieji's spies; Jieji's spies could not enter the Adepta Sororitas's church no matter what.

This was known through the cooperation between Tiruien and the Custodians; the Custodians seemed to intend to reveal this information to him, but the Custodians themselves had no actions regarding this. Could it be that in the eyes of the Custodians, that girl had really been inhabited by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's will?

However, a girl inhabited by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's will did not seem so unbelievable compared to those incredible rumors in the astropathic messages.

Tiruien looked at Abbess Magda, who was guarding the entrance to the reception room.

Did Lady Morvenn Vahl bringing her along mean that the internal Sisterhood had also believed in the existence of the Saintly Maiden? Had some consensus been reached privately between the Custodians and the Adepta Sororitas?

"Abbess Magda." Tiruien nodded slightly to Magda in salute: "Is this new power armor? A very peculiar color."

"This is the posture of faith." Magda just stepped aside slightly, signaling for Tiruien to enter.

Tiruien gave a bitter smile without leaving a trace; this was clearly his reception room, so why did it seem like he was an outsider?

He pushed the door and walked into the reception room, only to see Morvenn Vahl sitting in front of a sandstone fireplace with flames burning.

This fireplace was a relic of the former French Alliance; Tiruien had once been keen on protecting these ancient relics to declare to the things in the galaxy and beneath the veil of reality: humanity did not only have darkness, decay, and war; humanity also had light, history, and culture.

But in these days when the Astronomican had gone out, Tiruien had forgotten this former hobby.

Morvenn Vahl did not look very old; her hair was a mix of black and silver, reflected orange by the firelight of the fireplace, and at the same time, the light of the furnace fire was reflected in her eyes.

No, it was not the furnace fire reflected in her eyes, but the spirit filling her eyes was truly burning fiercely.

Tiruien had not seen this kind of gaze for a long time; after the day the Great Rift opened, after the day the Astronomican went out, he had never seen anyone else's eyes burning with fire.

It was as if the Astronomican no longer guided humanity... Tiruien thought of the Master of the Astronomican, Leopol Frank; he was one of the High Lords and had always had conflicts with Tiruien on political views.

But he was already dead; after Cadia fell, he tried to reignite the Astronomican, but all attempts ultimately brought only disaster and ultimately killed himself.

The Astronomican is the realm of gods, not something mortals can touch. Tiruien thought with some sadness.

Perhaps it really is as those chaotic astropathic messages said, only the return of a Primarch can reignite the Astronomican and bring hope to humanity.

"When the sun goes out, mortals remember how much they need fire."

Tiruien had just sat down and had not yet had time to speak when Morvenn Vahl spoke one step ahead of Tiruien.

"Are you referring to the Astronomican?" Tiruien asked, slightly stunned.

"The Astronomican, faith, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and hope."

Morvenn Vahl raised her head and looked at Tiruien, saying:

"These are all within it, all things that mortals rely on to survive."

Her gaze left the furnace fire and still burned fiercely, scorching and eye-catching.

"When the Astronomican went out, I could only rely on my faith in the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang to fight in the galaxy."

"When I returned to Terra, I was horrified to find that the sisters had begun to worship other things."

"I was burning with anger and rushed to that Saintly Maiden, but the moment I saw her, I understood that there was truly divinity in her."

"Besides faith and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, another flame has also been ignited and is about to burn toward Terra."

"Mr. Viceroy, are you ready to welcome the arrival of hope?"

Hope? In this dark era, is there anything that can be called hope?

Unless... unless a Primarch really returns...

Tiruien's heart jumped violently; deep in his heart, he suddenly thought of the Primarchs, thought of the rumors about the return of the Primarchs in recent communications, thought of the prophecies echoing on the streets of Terra, and thought of her childhood fantasy.

"Could it be?" He said, opening his mouth with a little hope.

Hope, hope suddenly arose in the bottom of his heart.

At the thought of that possibility, the possibility of a Primarch's return, the bloody war cries, the wanton moans, the sharp bird calls, the corrupt flies—those auditory hallucinations ringing in his ears seemed to have weakened.

Uh, it seems not all of them weakened...

"Every day passes the same, occasionally having a whim."

"As long as there is Doraemon, dreams will be infinitely extended, sharing happy times with me."

"Staying by my side when sad, taking out his magic pocket can make me forget my worries."

"Finding legendary treasures, adventuring to the distance, look at my Anywhere Door."

"Ang! Ang! Ang! Doraemon and I make dreams shine together." That singing, that singing praising the new evil god Doraemon, seemed to have grown a little louder.

But it doesn't matter; as long as the Primarch returns to Terra, everything will be fine!

Tiruien's old, swollen hands could not help but tremble.

"That's right!" Morvenn Vahl's tone was suddenly excited: "The Saintly Maiden has already conveyed the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's prophecy to us!"

"He has come! The hope of humanity! Hope from the ancient era!"

"The great Saint Doraemon will descend upon the moon! He will return with his Living Saint Guilliman and Sanguinius!"

"Praise Saint Doraemon! Praise Saint Doraemon!"

"... Ah?"

"Ah? Ah? Ah?"

Facing the Lady Abbess's words, which could be called heresy, even Tiruien, who had experienced a hundred years of political storms, could not help but have his heart twitch violently; the years of accumulated fatigue and the mental trauma produced in these days all surged into his heart under the stimulation, clogging his main artery.

Tiruien's eyes immediately went black...

"Eh? Mr. Viceroy? Mr. Viceroy, are you okay?"

"Rejuvenation surgeon! Where is the rejuvenation surgeon?! Mr. Viceroy seems to have died of old age!"

!

Zhou Yun couldn't help but dig his ears.

Recently, he had always heard some voices: prayers, pleas, calls for help, and praises for him.

It seemed that the more intense the emotion in the voice, the more clearly he could hear it.

For example, when Ultramar had not yet been fully recovered, the calls for help from the Astral Militarum and residents of different planets in their most difficult moments.

When Zhou Yun heard them, he would go to rescue them, and as a result, the rescued Astral Militarum and residents would begin to praise him loudly; this repeated, making the voices in his ears seem to be getting more and more numerous.

It was just that this time the voice was a bit different; the accent didn't sound like it was near Ultramar, the voice was also fragmented, and it seemed to be using High Gothic, which Zhou Yun didn't quite understand...

""Your believer Morvenn to you""

""Bless... faithful Viceroy Tiruien...""

""Let him... survive illness and aging...""

What the hell is this... Zhou Yun rubbed his temples, listening to the prayers in his ears.

At the same time, Zhou Yun was certain that this was definitely not a prayer from his own Saint Doraemon sect.

He had clearly written in the doctrine that prayers must at least include the name of the planet, and if possible, the specific location; violators would have their holy communion dorayaki quota canceled for the next ritual.

This way, Zhou Yun could use the Anywhere Door and the Dowsing Cane to quickly find the location of the person praying, and then respond to the prayer.

In addition, the use of obscure High Gothic was not allowed; all should use the local Low Gothic of Ultramar or the Hades system.

"Praying without reciting the address—what's the difference between this and seeing Guilliman and not making him work overtime?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but mutter.

Hearing this, Guilliman, who was writing a plan with auxiliary tools on the side, raised his head wearily.

"This is the two hundred and eighty-fifth one I've written, number 13285."

Guilliman handed the plan to Zhou Yun but did not waste time explaining the specific content of the plan to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun also did not waste time asking, directly taking it and quickly putting it in front of the right-or-wrong divination machine.

"The plan numbered 13285, just written by Guilliman, will be the plan that best meets our needs."

Then Zhou Yun used a series of vocabulary to explain every word in it to prevent loopholes in the words.

The cross flew into mid-air, indicating that this sentence was wrong and that the document numbered 13221 was not the plan that best met their needs.

Guilliman couldn't help but sigh sadly and lowered his head to continue working.

"Try my one hundred and thirty-second one, number 09132." Sanguinius also handed Zhou Yun a plan.

Zhou Yun nodded and took it, repeating the process just now, but the result was still a cross.

"My number starting with 09 is unlucky." Sanguinius shook his head softly and said: "This is not appropriate in numerology!"

"Then according to what you said, the one I am writing now must be the most perfect plan."

Guilliman said in a weary voice while writing:

"This is the two hundred and eighty-sixth one, number 13286; 286 is the product of thirteen and twenty-two, which is very consistent with numerology."

A moment later, Guilliman finished writing this plan and handed it to Zhou Yun...

"... Should we build a statue of Mortarion in the office?"

Guilliman looked at the red circle floating in mid-air, indicating that this plan was the most perfect plan, and said.

(End of chapter)