Chapter 220: Book of the Sith

in the subspace.

A small fleet of three cruisers was sailing without the Geller force field activated.

Ctesias was sitting in his meditation room, reading an ancient book silently.

The demons' long, complex, and strangely pronounced real names often contain some kind of magical power.

Other wizards control demons by binding their real names to hard copy carriers such as magic books, but Ctesias does it through memory training - after learning and remembering the real names of the demons, he "cuts" these names into small fragments and efficiently "forgets" them until he needs to recall and summon a demon.

However, this incident seemed to have severely affected his physical condition, making him look older and weaker than the Space Marines of other Legions.

"Tap, tap, tap."

There was a knock on his cabin door.

Ctesias pulled his thoughts out of his memory training and looked towards the door with dissatisfaction.

But he knew that no one would dare to disturb him unless something important happened.

The Chaos Wizard stood up and the hatch slid open automatically.

The captain bowed his head respectfully:

"Sir, we will jump out of the warp in one minute."

This was a severely mutated mortal, still wearing the exquisite captain's uniform from the Prospero period, with a blue fabric base, gilded edges and intricate patterns, and the symbol of the Bright Feather School, which was once one of the five major schools of the Thousand Sons Legion.

But the coat was open, revealing the mortal captain's chest. His skull had become protruding and elongated, a hard yellow beak had grown on his face, antelope-like curved horns on top of his head, ugly stubble of feathers on his brow bones, and several implanted metal tubes connected to the back of his head.

"Okay, Andrew."

Ctesias replied.

He stepped out of the meditation room and onto the bridge.

The Chaos Wizard silently watched the scene outside the porthole.

This time the call for help came from the Fourth Legion, the Iron Warriors.

Ctesias had never dealt with the descendants of the Lord of Steel before, but he had heard a little about their ways.

During the Great Crusade, the Iron Warriors were notoriously disgusted and hated psychic powers. They only believed in the heavy artillery, tanks and warships they built themselves, and were unwilling to try unknown and mysterious powers.

Even though Perturabo has ascended to become a demon prince, and possessed warriors have begun to appear among the Iron Warriors, they still hate mutations. They would rather cut off the mutated parts and replace them with hard and cold mechanical prostheses than embrace the power brought by mutations.

This is obviously contrary to the teachings of the Lord of Change.

Ctesias thought silently.

How will they welcome us?

How should I deal with these fallen angels who belong to the same Chaos camp?

"laugh..."

Ctesias shook his head.

It's time to show these fools with heads full of scrap metal the secret of transformation and the power of psychic energy.

If they hand over the STC obediently, as a reward for rescuing me, I can spare their lives. Otherwise... let them disappear on this nameless feudal world along with the White Scars.

Ctesias secretly set the tone.

The subspace engine tore open the curtain of reality, a dazzling light passed in front of the porthole, and the battleship was about to return to the real universe.

Three warships appeared in the dark space outside the galaxy.

When they saw the huge circular space station coming head-on, it rolled and instantly filled the entire view of the bridge portholes.

Ctesias suddenly realized.

I'm overthinking it.

…

"Drip, drip, drip, drip!"

The alarm rang throughout the bridge, and the red light flickered continuously.

"Impact warning, impact warning!"

The mortal crew members were in chaos, jumping around like headless flies.

"Sir, the fuel lines are being preheated, and the void shield cannot be activated for the time being!"

"Sir, let's smash it with our light spears and macro cannons, then just ram into it!"

"My lord, two cruisers are waiting for your instructions."

"Give the order to concentrate fire, my lord!"

Countless suggestions from mortal officers were heard in a chaotic manner all around.

"No!"

Ctesias suddenly came to his senses and shouted:

"Stop sending energy to the void shield, output the sublight speed engine to full power, and the three warships will turn to avoid it!"

Hitting with the hull? You must be kidding.

Zoom in to planetary scale.

A giant donut crashes into three short pencils.

The three cruisers each chose a direction to evade, with the steering rudders pulled to the maximum and huge amounts of plasma flames spurting out of the tail. The decks and keels groaned under the heavy load, and the harsh, sour sounds of stress and deformation echoed in all the cabins. The mecha servants fell to the ground and sparks burst from the connecting wires.

Ctesias personally steered the ship. Although the space station was not approaching at a high speed, the turning radius of the slender and huge super-large cruiser was much larger than that of a small warship. He made a bold decision: to slightly change the direction of the ship, not to make large-scale maneuvers, and to pass through the middle of the ring-shaped space station!

The super-large cruiser was like a clumsy fat snake, winding in the void.

A shadow loomed over the bridge.

Everyone looked up and the facilities on the surface of the space station were clearly visible close at hand.

Success!

We made it through!

It's extremely dangerous.

Everyone on the boat had no time to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Bang—"

Huge vibrations and noises traveled along the hull.

The continuous tremors made everyone lose their footing.

When the vibration finally ended, Ctesias suddenly turned his head to look at the holographic projection on the table. Part of the building on the top of the bridge, several plasma nozzles at the rear of the battleship, and a group of light spear arrays on the side, all disappeared.

"My Lord, look!"

The captain pointed out the window.

Ctesias turned his head and saw that a light cruiser was about to escape from danger, while the other light cruiser... had completely merged with the space station.

Like a short pencil stuck in a donut.

A large amount of debris from the cruiser and the space station was floating in the space, like a diffuse cloud of metal garbage, blocking the view of everyone on the bridge. There was no sound in space, and even the most earth-shattering collisions were as quiet as a painting. Ctesias could not imagine what kind of disaster and pain they had encountered. He could only vaguely see the twisted and bent hull through the mass of steel debris.

The light of the stars slowly came from afar.

Reflected in this cloud of metal debris, it glitters like a dream, fascinating.

Ctesias could clearly see the broken bodies in power armor floating quietly in the clouds.

"My Lord, call the Glittering Spire, no one answers."

The captain lowered his bird head and said bitterly.

Ctesias looked at the scene outside the window without saying a word.

For a moment, he wished that he was not from the Bright Feather School, which excelled in biochemical psychic powers, but from the Black Crow School, which excelled in prophetic psychic powers. In this way, he might be able to predict the coming collision and save an entire cruiser of his battle brothers.

"Crack…Crack…"

Ctesias heard the sound of his own teeth clenching.

Although he didn't know how the enemy had accurately predicted the arrival of his fleet, and even calculated the time and place so clearly, the Chaos Wizard knew clearly that this was definitely a human-controlled collision.

"White scars..."

A vicious growl uttered from between his teeth.

......

Fu Qinghai was sitting in the swivel chair in the captain's room, doing an exciting activity -

Blind box unboxing!

A bloodstained tattered robe was spread in front of the desk.

Those are the alchemist's clothes.

There was a pocket sewn on the inside of the clothes, with a traceless stretching charm solidified inside.

Fu Qinghai was glad that the pocket was not shredded by his chainsaw sword, otherwise the spoils of this battle would be greatly reduced.

Muggles can also use magic items, but only those that do not require magical support.

Fu Qinghai first changed himself to the size of a normal human, then reached into his pocket and rummaged around, taking out items one after another.

Two matching sets of black metal mechanical prosthetic limbs.

Several manuscripts and books made of old papers.

A cubic cone shaped like a small pyramid.

In addition to the lightsaber that Laust was already wearing, a golden brass knuckles and a box of screaming beetles.

This is all the belongings of the genius alchemist Rust Cordel Gray.

"Are you sure there's nothing else in his cabin?"

Fu Qinghai turned his head and asked.

"Sure, no more."

Zhang Yuning said.

So poor…Fu Qinghai sighed.

A generation of alchemy master has fallen to this state. It seems that the bounty offered by the Zero Realm Guild is still effective.

Let's look at them one by one.

The mechanical prosthetic limbs that Laust had tailor-made for himself were not very interesting. They were not as strong as those of the Iron Hands Legion. Fu Qinghai could not use them and did not think highly of them. So these gadgets were the first ones Fu Qinghai gave up.

The golden brass knuckles and screaming beetles can greatly make up for Fu Qinghai's passivity when facing the creatures of the warp, but the brass knuckles need to be enlarged by the Pym Ray Pistol before they can be worn by Fu Qinghai in the form of a Space Marine. The two can form Fu Qinghai's three-piece set against demons and monsters with the Vargan sword and Broken Heart.

nice one.

Then, a lightsaber with a silver hilt.

Fu Qinghai pressed the button hidden at the bottom, and the bright red sword blade extended out, distorting and evaporating the surrounding air.

Red lightsaber, symbol of the Sith.

Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker's apprentice, once purified a Sith lightsaber. After being purified by her Force, the lightsaber had a white blade, but Fu Qinghai didn't know how she did it.

He didn't even know how to infuse the Force into a lightsaber.

"well."

Fu Qinghai sighed.

It would be great if old man Hu Xian were here.

This was the first lightsaber Fu Qinghai obtained. Although its size was not suitable for use by space marines, Fu Qinghai was still very curious. He asked the space monkeys on the research vessel to bring tools over. Fu Qinghai quickly disassembled the lightsaber into a pile of small parts.

Fu Qinghai picked up a piece of red diamond-shaped crystal with tweezers and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

Kyber crystal.

Unless it is necessary or absolutely necessary, Fu Qinghai will not use other people's lightsabers.

Lightsaber is a very particular thing. Whether Jedi or Sith, they must tailor their own lightsaber according to their own will. The lightsaber is to Jedi as power armor is to Space Marines.

In the words of Darth Bane: The lightsaber is an extension of the Sith warrior's body, a limb that can be moved and positioned without thinking. Losing a lightsaber feels as painful as amputation.

(PS: Darth Bane is the creator of the Rule of Two.)

Fu Qinghai and Shi Lan made a comprehensive analysis and concluded that the structure of the lightsaber, the energy storage unit, the emission matrix, the magnetic field emission ring and the focusing crystal are all irrelevant. With the materials in the Warhammer 40K universe and the ingenuity of one man and one monkey, they can all be copied. The only key thing that cannot be copied is this Kyber crystal.

The Jedi use natural crystals mined from the Ilen mines, while the Sith use artificial crystals made from raw materials processed in furnaces.

The Jedi and the Sith have their own opinions on which is better, artificial crystal or natural crystal.

Darth Bane believed that the red lightsaber was so powerful that it could easily shatter the green and blue lightsabers of the Jedi Knights, proving that man-made creations could outperform any natural product!

Quinlan Vos believes that this is wishful thinking on the part of the Sith, as red lightsabers are easily damaged in battle and artificial crystals are very unstable and will break into pieces if the Force is too strong.

Luke Skywalker believed that natural crystals would be more helpful in connecting the Force and the lightsaber.

Of course, Fu Qinghai chose to listen to Lu Ritian.

After the observation, Fu Qinghai returned the artificial crystal to Shi Lan. The space ape was very clever and reassembled the lightsaber in the exact same way in minutes.

Finally, Fu Qinghai took out the pile of manuscripts and books that looked very old.

The first book was written in an unknown alien language, which Fu Qinghai could not understand, so he gave up after reading a few pages.

The manuscripts at the back were made up of many sheets of paper of different sizes, different states of oldness, and different handwritings, all simply bound together with an iron ring.

Fu Qinghai frowned slightly.

This seems to be the fragments of ancient books and documents that Lauster collected and sorted out himself?

There are four big characters on the cover: "The Book of Sith".

Fu Qinghai's heart trembled.

Is this the training material for Sith Warriors?

Hiss, should I read this?

If I don't watch it, no one will teach me how to use the Force.

If you watch it, will you be brainwashed by the Sith Lords?

Just take a look, just take a look.

You can't just fall to the dark side of the Force after just one look.

This isn't Cthulhu's Star Wars.

"Um..."

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and then opened the stack of ancient books.

On the first page, a line of English caught my eye:

"Peaceful deception, only enthusiasm can lead to success."

"Through enthusiasm, I gain strength."

"By force, I gain power."

"Through power, I gain victory."

"Through victory, I break the chains."

"The Force finally frees me."

The pen strokes are strong and powerful, and the force can be felt through the paper. A sense of arrogance and pride, completely different from the Jedi Creed, comes to the face.

Below this mottled text, there is another line of small words. Judging from the freshness of the ink, it seems to be a comment written by Lauster himself. It reads:

"The Force is not fire, the Force is poison."

Fu Qinghai was silent.

The Force is not fire, the Force is venom.

This sentence has been repeatedly emphasized by countless Sith Lords.

......

(End of this chapter)