Chapter 3 The Mission of the Black Ship and Cognition of Psionic Powers
"That was a really embarrassing five seconds of suffocation." Many years later, people found Calvin's comments about this experience in his diary.
Jiang Wen, who has been a bystander for 14 years, is obviously not that proficient in High Gothic. Most of the serfs he interacts with on a daily basis speak low Gothic with unclear pronunciation as their native language, so it took him a full four seconds to understand each other.
the meaning of.
Calvin, who failed in pretending to be dead, thought for a second and decided to do something.
He stood up and rolled behind the unresponsive servitor. In the process, his flexible and powerful body made his movements silent; his quick reactions allowed him to find the weapon he wanted and try to get it the moment he stood up; powerful.
The power of the machine made simple joint skills unpretentious yet intimidating. Within half a second, Calvin grabbed a screwdriver from the many prosthetic limbs behind the servitor and held it against the back of the servitor's head. Only then did he hear the naval officer Shan
Belated advice:
"Relax! Relax! Young man! You don't have to be so nervous at all."
"Give me a reason to believe you." Calvin said in unfamiliar High Gothic while looking around cautiously.
"This is the Black Ship, and she belongs to the Star Language Court. If we have any ill intentions towards you, at least you won't be brought here without any control measures. Do you understand? My child."
"Black Ship? What do you do?"
"You shouldn't know this, but your psychic talent has awakened, child. This ship is a special spacecraft used by the Imperial Star Language Court to collect psykers within the empire's territory. Its mission is to prevent your psychic abilities from getting out of control.
Found you."
"Psychic power?" This taboo word seemed to possess certain concepts and powers. The moment Calvin read this word, his instinctive reaction made him understand the meaning of "it". He seemed to have seen something.
A flower that grows unbridled above the physical laws of the universe, coquettish and wanton. Every tiny pattern on the charming petals represents a powerful force, but the ugly roots entrenched in the entire universe clearly tell
The end of each of his powers is a sinful and tragic story.
He saw someone making a deal with "it" in exchange for power he never had, at the cost of his soul; he also saw someone trying to find the essence of "it", but losing himself and humanity in the process of searching.
Everyone with psychic talents is both the lucky one and the cursed person in this universe. Fortunately, they are freed from their existing destiny and have the possibility of truly flying into the sky; unfortunately, from the moment they awaken
, their souls have been put on the evil god’s table.
Every time this forbidden power is used, the strength will grow. And every seemingly free enhancement will light up the projection of the user's soul on the other side of the subspace, thereby lighting up the coordinates for the evil god's hunting.
.
When a person cannot restrain his own desires and uses this forbidden power without restraint, the projection of his soul in subspace will become clearer and clearer. One day, the evil god of subspace and his minions will
Find him, take his soul away, devour him, or become the evil god's plaything to relieve boredom and carry out endless torture in his near-eternal life.
And his remaining flesh and blood will become the gateway for the evil gods and their demonic descendants to enter the real universe, allowing them to break through the constraints of the laws of the universe and reach reality for a more terrifying carnival of hunting and killing.
Can anyone really refuse the temptation of this power? Calvin has no expectations. As a veteran who is nominally 14 years old but has lived two lifetimes, he has always been pessimistic about human nature.
There may be far fewer bastards in the military camp than in society, but isn’t it true that sweat and even blood and tears are shed every day in order to break through one’s own limits? The temptation to gain strength seemingly at no cost is really irresistible. This recognition even included Calvin
Own.
When Calvin fell into a silence of thought, his spiritual energy finally responded to him actively for the first time in his short 14-year life. From the perspective of his soul, he saw: a black star with
Countless faceted gems were slowly turning and rising from the ocean of his consciousness.
The gem seemed to be a miniature black hole, greedily absorbing all the spiritual energy fluctuations around it, so that when it responded to Calvin's call, the spiritual energy fluctuations that should have spilled out and the abnormal temperature changes from the subspace were completely destroyed.
It devoured everything like a glutton. As a result, Calvin's psychic energy fluctuations were completely suppressed within his own body, so much so that the Geiger counters scattered throughout the hangar were not even noticed. Look at the frequency of its unhurried rotation.
, but it doesn’t look like it’s out of control at all...
Calvin came back to his senses and continued his previous train of thought:
"Then, what if the black ship arrives late, I mean, what if I have already lost control?"
"That is to destroy you after you lose control. You should be glad that you are not the latter. The corruption of the subspace is irreversible. This is a bloody lesson learned by the empire with countless lives over the past ten thousand years."
"So I should still thank you?"
"Of course you can, and to be honest, you are different from those 'taxes'. The badges of military nobles are stained with blood. Your parents or elders have contributed to the empire. You will get the best training and placement, not
Simply used as firewood."
"Firewood?"
"That's not what you should know now, kid. You just need to know that you are one of ours. You will not be treated unfairly. Put down your ridiculous weapons before you really make a big deal out of it."
"All right"
After looking around, he found at least 20 security guards with suspected heavy weapons, criss-crossed in all directions, covering the entire hangar. Calvin, who recognized the facts and followed the rules, dropped the screwdriver on the steel floor. There was a crisp impact.
The disembarked servitor was completely unresponsive and was still mechanically and repeatedly trying to complete its tasks.
"They are no longer alive. Ignore them and follow me." After speaking, the officer turned and walked towards the elevator in the corner of the hangar. Calvin hesitated for a moment, but followed.
"where are we going?"
"11th floor b, the purity testing ground right below the church. There is someone waiting for you there. Don't worry, it's just a formality. If there is any problem, you will have been exposed."
"Raised? Is this a slang term for your navy?"
"Bullshit! What do you call the navy? What if you are assigned to us in the future?"
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The first floor below the church on top of the spaceship is also the office of the true owner of the spacecraft, Ms. Black Ship, one of the few highest-ranking officers in the Sisters of Silence combat force known as the Emperor's Claw. The surrounding walls are made of 3-meter-thick walls.
The ceramic steel is formed in one piece and is engraved with the mark of purity. In this spacecraft that even the Forge World takes 10 years to build, the separate cost of this cabin can be listed as a separate expense.
But unlike its expensive nature, when you are lucky enough to enter this cabin, you will find that the spacious space is surprisingly simple. Except for the wall opposite the door, which takes up the entire field of view, there is a life-size oil painting of the emperor and a large desk, chair and weapons directly below.
In addition to necessary equipment such as shelves and holographic maps, there are only tall bookshelves lined up on the walls.
When Cassin was allowed to enter the room, the lady was immersed in reviewing piles of documents behind her desk. Under the light of the human oil candle, the lady's face looked slightly pale. Obviously, as a veritable building with more than 50,000 employees,
Even the daily administrative management of a "space city" is a headache. And such black ships are just a drop in the ocean in the vast empire territory with tens of billions of administrative planets.
After waiting quietly for a long time, the lady finally raised her head from the document. Her gentle and determined eyes looked at Cassin, who was standing quietly aside, and said to her in sign language with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth:
"Our little Cassin has grown up and started to become patient. Come, sit in front of me and tell me about things on the ground..."