Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1159 Little Perturabo

"Repeat what I taught you before, Lorgar."

Qin Mo said to the calm Luo Jia.

Lorgar said obediently: "Disrespect to Ms. Elsa is not allowed."

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded, "Don't do it next time, or you will be in trouble."

Luo Jia nodded and stopped making trouble.

The other young Primarchs looked at Lorgar's joke and either talked about him or continued what they were talking about with their friends.

Curze, who was sitting next to Lorgar, leaned close to him and whispered, "Every time we make a fuss, the Lord of Flame appears, but you never learn your lesson. Now that's it."

Lorgar gave Coze an angry look and then changed his sitting position to relieve the pain.

Qin Mo nodded to Aisha, then looked at the other Primarchs: "After you finish your meal, I will take you out of this world and take a walk in the snow outside."

The little Primarchs burst into cheers.

Qin Mo didn’t know why these guys liked to go out so much. After all, this planet in this dimension was not small.

Maybe it's just human nature.

Maybe it was the Emperor's setting.

The Primarchs quickly finished their meal, then left the restaurant and went to their respective rooms to change into traveling clothes.

Qin Mo walked over to Elsa who was cleaning up the dishes and asked, "It must be very tiring to take care of these little superheroes, right?"

Aisha smiled and nodded: "Of course, Lord of Flame, but I like them very much. Although I was very afraid of them at the beginning, I gradually discovered that although they are a group of supermen in terms of strength, they are really a group of children psychologically."

"This state of children won't last long," Qin Mo said.

Elsa nodded, she could see it: "But this short period of childhood will be a wonderful memory for them, and for me as well."

It was hard for Qin Mo to disagree, he was sure that he had not arranged the wrong nanny.

Aisha told an interesting story: "Now, the considerate Angron is my little helper. When these little guys are very noisy, he will help me calm them down. But then Angron will be noisy again. However, it is much easier to calm him alone than to calm twenty-one people."

"Angron can absorb the negative emotions of others. This is his talent." Qin Mo nodded.

After chatting about the little primarchs for a while, Qin Mo asked Aisha to change into clothes for going into the snowy Himalayas, while he went to the primarchs' residence.

He prepared some gifts.

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In Guilliman's room, Corax, who had changed his clothes, was waiting for Guilliman.

Qin Mo entered the room and conjured up a device connected to two helmets like a magic trick: "Last time you told me that you wanted a strategic game device, and I prepared it for you."

This is exactly what Guilliman wanted.

"Thank you, uncle! You're so nice!" He took the device and put it on the table, looking at it with surprise.

Corax also came over, and one of the two helmets connected to the gaming device was obviously prepared for him.

Qin Mo felt the time and said, "Before we officially set off, you have ten minutes to experience it, and then when we come back from the ice and snow, you can keep playing games."

Watching Guilliman and Corax happily experiencing the game, Qin Mo recalled how hard it was to come by this gaming device.

The gaming company didn't understand why the Lord of Flame ordered a device that could carry a hundred times more thought data than a normal human, and two helmets as big as anti-armor mines, but they did it anyway.

Qin Mo still had some gifts for other Primarchs, so he left Guilliman's room and went next door.

Magnus lived next door. Some books were prepared for Magnus. They were given to the emperor by the Achaemenid Empire. After reading them, the emperor specifically said that these books could be given to Magnus, so this gift was given by Qin Mo on his behalf.

Next to Magnus was Vulkan, and the gift to Vulkan was naturally a set of exquisite adamantium forging tools.

Each little Primarch received a gift of his or her favorite.

Armor, swords, beautiful and gorgeous clothes, cool flying motorcycles...

Until the last Primarch, Perturabo.

When it was Perturabo's turn, Qin Mo didn't know what to give, because Perturabo was always silent and had no requests. He would refuse any gift given to him.

In his room, Perturabo wore the small armor he made and took the heavy weapons he made. He planned to find a peak in the Himalayas to test how powerful the thing he made was.

At this time, Qin Mo walked into the room, leaned on the armor rack, and looked at little Perturabo who was debugging his weapons.

Perturabo noticed Qin Mo, but he said nothing, as if he didn't see Qin Mo at all.

Only after adjusting the weapons did Perturabo raise his head, look at Qin Mo's figure in the mirror, and ask calmly: "How are my armor and weapons?"

"Very good." Qin Mo carefully felt the armor and weapons, from the most basic design structure to its additional functions.

Then he was amazed at the Primarch's talent.

Hearing the praise, little Perturabo had a blank expression on his face, looking particularly solemn.

In little Perturabo's opinion, whether it was Elsa or this uncle, or their father who only existed in Qin Mo's mouth, they all had expectations and plans for him.

Perturabo discovered his gift, and then he realized what the people around him were plotting against him.

He worked towards this goal, hoping to be recognized, but he still firmly believed that his talents and what he was doing were all the result of others' plots against him.

Maybe I will become a weapon in the future.

Perhaps become a forger, or a master engineer, like the one he designed this castle with.

Perturabo might do something for the sake of others' plans, such as the armor and weapons he is wearing now, but although he likes this, he does not think this is what he really likes and wants to do.

"But I don't want to see you in armor, at least not now." Qin Mo looked at Perturabo, "It makes you look too strong. Children of your age shouldn't dress like this."

Little Perturabo turned around coldly and said calmly: "Then you can dress me up as you want, just as you expect and plan."

Qin Mo was silent for a second, then moved his fingers.

The armor on Perturabo instantly turned into a ball of atoms, and then reassembled on the armor stand that Qin Mo was leaning on.

Instead, little Perturabo wore a beautiful pink dress.

Perturabo's hair was stood up, tied into two small braids and tied with two small red flowers.

"What...what is this?" Perturabo looked at himself in the mirror, very flustered.

Qin Mo smiled and nodded: "As I said, you are still a child, so a strong appearance is not what you need right now."

"No! This isn't pretty!"

"Who said that? You are as handsome as Fulgrim now. I think that's great."

"I'd rather die than wear this to the Himalayas! Never! Never!"

Perturabo clamored.

(End of this chapter)