Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 52. 50. The Archives, and the Historian

Endurance, Third Archives.

just now.
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The third archive room, which is already sparsely populated, is even less crowded today. Some machine servants in simple gray-green robes shuttle quietly between the various bookshelves, placing books, taking them out, copying them, rustling, and brushing the woolen pen tip The sound of the paper scratched gently.

The third archive room did not fully maintain the consistent concise style of the entire Endurance, although gray and green were the main colors here, and some simple and even crude lamps protruded from the walls, providing the only light source in the archive room.

It is so dim that each table in the third archive room has an additional slender and small desk lamp. If readers need it, they will sit on the chair and turn on this small desk lamp.

A huge, fine, and even exaggerated mural looms in the dim light. The artists have exhausted their painstaking efforts to carve out the emperor's nobility and magnificence. The idealized and symbolized idealism is displayed in this mural.

This is a mural depicting the Emperor's first encounter with Mortarion.

An ominous gray-green mist seeps from around the picture, but is futilely driven away by the golden thread around the Emperor's portrait.

The emperor in the picture is not wearing his golden armor, but only the simplest white robe, which is fixed by bright green leaves, holy and noble.

The emperor looked down, pity, sympathy, and joy.

He held his dying son, and Mortarion was gray and rotting, his gray robes broken like dry bones.

This is a dying god of death, and anyone who sees it will feel the uneasiness and panic deep in his heart.

But not the Emperor on screen, holding Mortarion in his arms, saving his lost son.

Praise the Emperor.

Hmm... Mortarion would never be happy if he saw this picture.

Hades stood next to this painting, and every time he came to the third archive room to borrow and return books, he would stop in front of this painting for a while.

This painting is really exquisite, with a strong contrast between the Emperor and Mortarion, the gloomy and depressing environment and the Emperor shining with the light of salvation, the dim light in the third archive room adds a touch of mystery to it.

Hades was amazed, this is a mural that can make people involuntarily praise the emperor as long as it is seen. Mortal artists have indeed carved the glory of the emperor in the Great Crusade.

But Mortarion would never be happy.

Hades shuddered silently. He didn't know if Mortarion had seen this painting, and if he had, what kind of picture it was.

However, it is very possible that Mortarion has already seen this painting, but he can't point to this painting with the death guards around him and say, I don't like it, and draw another one.

But there is a high probability that a person will be incompetent and furious for a while afterwards.

In fact, in addition to the troops, the artists, poets, and historians responsible for recording and praising the achievements of the legion were also indispensable members of the Great Expedition.

And it was the mortals, whom the Space Marines more or less despised, who could paint a picture that would make a Primarch impotent and rage for a moment.

Gee tut.

After admiring the mural, Hades beckoned, and a machine servant cringed and walked over obediently.

Hades handed over the books he borrowed last time to the machine servant - "Bedtime Stories for Noble Children", "One and One Dirty Words in Low Gothic Language", "Learning Gothic Languages, From Beginner to Grave Visit".

He waved his hand, and the servitor went away.Hades is familiar with the road, and went straight to the area where he borrowed books last time.

He is going to study today!

Hades looked up and down in front of the bookshelf, looked left and right, and then followed a copy of "Tara Gossip One Hundred Chapters".

The desks in this archive room were all empty, so Hades randomly picked a desk in the corner, sat down and began to read.

The book is full of grotesque and humorous little jokes, high Gothic satire, low Gothic jokes, Hades threw himself into the book quickly
until--

A figure sat across from him.

The skinny and shriveled figure, the somewhat faded dark red cloak, and the layers of wrinkled clothes hidden under the cloak, the edges of the cloak were washed and frayed, and under the light of the small desk lamp, it became very clear.

"Hello."

The visitor spoke in stumbling Babarusian.

Hades looked at the old man in surprise, who looked a little short in terms of mortal physique.

Hades responded in High Gothic.

[Hello, you are? ]
The old man smiled with relief and a little fear,

"I am the recorder who followed the Dusk Raiders before, and the recorder who is now the death guard."

There is no word for "historian" in Barbarusian.

[Are you a historian? ]

The other party nodded,

Hades looked around, but there was no one else.

He remembered that since he came to the Endurance, he had never seen anyone like this old man. He met space fighters, machine servants, and mortal crew members every day.

[Only one person? ]
"Yes, my lord, just me."

"My companions, those poets who pursue passion and romance. They couldn't bear the mediocrity of the legion's running-in period, so they applied to go to the front line one after another to sing the glory of the Great Crusade."

Hades looked at the old historian opposite,

[Why don't you go? ]

There was a glimmer of light in the old man's deep eyes,
"My companions are getting a little impatient. The running-in period of a legion will be an important stage for the future development of the legion."

The old man looked at Hades, seeming to mean something, but this feeling disappeared in an instant, leaving only a stooped historian.

Hades raised his eyebrows, did he want to ask him to persuade Mortarion, or was it just an old historian's own experience?

But a mortal historian on the opposite side doesn't have any position or reason?Furthermore, he did not elaborate.

Or. He said that on purpose, so as to provoke Hades' opinion and let Hades chat with him?

Hades decided to talk to the historian again.

Hades walked out of the third archive room, holding the "Urshi Chronicle" recommended to him by the historian just now.

I practiced Gothic spoken English and chatted about some customs on Babarus, which was not bad.

Maybe he was overthinking.

Hades thought.

Broken thoughts:
I checked about the Mechanics later, and found that the attitude of the 30k Mechanicus towards creation is "Schrödinger's state".

A simple rule of thumb is that sages invent and create in private, and walk around; outsiders want to modify machines without authorization, sorry, you have violated the law of sacred complexity, and don’t walk around.

When I have time later, I will make revisions to the previous article.
and the latest plot i. uh.
The official author drove wildly in the car in front, and the fan writers chased after him, crying and chasing wildly.

　Happy reading()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)