Chapter 103 103, the Gap Between Reality and Illusion

When the soldiers of the Second Legion returned from their first mission, Dukel looked at the neatly arranged Nurgle Legion dolls in the window of his office and fell into deep thought.

From the Great Unclean Ones to the Nurglings, there are a wide variety of dolls.

In this universe, dolls may involve some mysticism, but in the mental force field, there is no need to worry about being contaminated by unclean energy.

"Your Highness, don't you like these?" asked Efilar, who was standing on the left behind him.

".It's hard to evaluate."

"Isn't this what you want?" Shivara, who was standing on the right, said with a smile.

"Maybe."

Dukel was also noncommittal about this.

And the rescued Rogue Merchant fell into a coma after returning.

During the coma, Guilliman even came to visit him once in person.

In his mind, the celebration that will take place soon is not only to celebrate the hard-won victory, but also to announce the return of the Second Primarch to the entire empire.

In order to show his importance to this celebration, the Regent took time out from his busy political affairs to visit the guest from afar in person.

But after he arrived at the emergency room, he was told a terrible thing.

"This patient has been infected. Our instruments show that the devil has left seeds in his body."

The pharmacist pointed to the wandering trader lying on the bed and said.

"His soul has been polluted, and he is using his consciousness to fight against the devil's invasion of him. He can't hold on for too long."

At this time, Dukel also brought Magnus to the emergency room. He didn't come to visit anyone, but heard that there was a case of soul pollution, so he came here specially.

Dukel looked into the ward through the window.

A strong middle-aged man, with many traces of mechanical transformation on his body. At this time, a demon is being nurtured in the body of this man who believes in the Emperor.

His body is connected to a life-support device, and liquid is continuously injected into it to help him maintain the body of the physical universe from being infected by the plague virus.

"How long can he last?" Dukel asked.

After hearing the question from the Primarch, a trace of helplessness flashed in the pharmacist's eyes. "For a month at most, we can treat the virus in his body, but we can't treat his soul."

The negative energy of the subspace has polluted his soul, and even the mental energy cannot dispel it.

"Maybe I can help him, or rather, that's why I came here." Duker said,

"We are studying a device that can put a person's consciousness into another person's spiritual world, but it is also dangerous. If the person who enters the spiritual world cannot leave in time, it is likely to cause loss of consciousness."

"That is lost in the gap between the spiritual realm and the physical universe, and almost no one can find it back." Duker reminded seriously.

Ten thousand years ago, Sanguinius almost fell into this gap. Even if he was as dazzling as the great Primarch, once he fell into this gap, he could not be found by current means.

And the light of a mortal's soul is like a firefly and a star compared to Sanguinius, so it is naturally more difficult to find.

Although Duker and his research team are actively researching this field, there is no progress at present, and they have only developed such an instrument.

"That is to say, if someone can enter his spiritual realm, maybe they can help him escape from the demon's pollution?" Guilliman asked uncertainly.

The pharmacist looked at Dukel with admiration. If this machine can be promoted, wouldn't even the soul be saved?

In the past war where "the thief summoned the devil of lust to fight against the followers of Khorne", the expeditionary corps had executed tens of billions of humans because of soul pollution.

Once such a large-scale pollution occurs, other imperial corps will even directly issue an extermination order, cleansing the entire world together.

It is conceivable that once this instrument is put into large-scale use, how many lives of the imperial people will be saved.

"Dukel, has this instrument been tested? How many people have become idiots because of this instrument?"

Guilliman knew very well how many lives of the imperial people this would save, so his tone couldn't help but get excited.

Dukel thought for a while, "21, there were 21 death row prisoners at that time, and they became idiots because of this."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman became even more excited.

Only twenty-one people! The number of people who starve to death in a hive world every day is hundreds of times more than this!

But Guilliman suddenly thought of something, and he asked again cautiously, "Brother, how many experiments have you conducted in total?"

Duke turned his head and looked at his brother, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

He seemed to be wondering why the other party would ask such a question.

"Didn't I say that twenty-one people died? That must be twenty-one experiments."

Duke said it as a matter of course, and Guilliman was speechless for a while.

He only understood it at this moment.

It turned out that Duke came to this ward to find an experimental subject.

Guilliman secretly complained about his second brother in his heart.

"Your Highness, the Primarch, let me be the next experimental subject."

Just as the Regent was complaining in his heart, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from another ward.

The two looked at the voice and saw that it was a psychic with obvious signs of mutation on his body.

It was this psyker who, as a navigator, squeezed out his last potential in the subspace, which enabled the spacecraft to break through the node of reality and welcome the rescue of the Second Legion.

His whole body had been removed in large areas, and the lower part of his abdomen was empty, and he was completely dependent on the instruments beside him to maintain his life.

Fortunately, the treatment methods of the expeditionary corps were advanced enough, which allowed him to save his life, but that was all.

The respiratory system replaced his lungs, and the blood circulation was also driven by machines.

His face was pale, his hair was dry and falling off, and after the mutated flesh in his eyes was removed, most of his body was empty, and he was lingering on with the life support device.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to participate in this experiment, not only for my patriarch." The navigator's eyes were full of piety,

"My life should have ended. If I can participate in this great experiment to save countless people at the end of my life, it will be my greatest honor."

He expressed his thoughts to the original body in earnest words.

Upon hearing this, Dukel walked directly in front of him, his tall body almost occupying his entire field of vision.

"Child, what's your name?" the Primarch asked.

"Varo, Your Highness, my name is Varo."

"Varo, very good. If this experiment is successful." Dukel promised him, "I will not only give you a healthy body again, but also name this instrument after you, how about it?"

"I'm honored!"

Varo's pale face added a touch of blood color due to excitement.

Although Dukel's face did not change, he was also very happy in his heart.

The area that this instrument peeked into was in the gap between reality and illusion.

And Dukel had a vague guess in his heart that after Sanguinius' soul was shattered, it was very likely that part of his soul fell into this gap.

Whether it was to save those imperial humans who were polluted by souls or to find his brothers, he hoped that this research could be successfully completed.

The navigator's resolute soul was obviously more suitable for shuttling in the unpredictable gap than those death row prisoners.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, and I wish us success, Mr. Varro."