Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1160 Because You Like

……

After a while.

Little Perturabo stood in the snow on top of the Himalayas, in front of the dimension exit.

His face was stern and his expression was indignant.

Her skirt fluttered in the cold wind, and the two little red flowers in her hair were attached to snowflakes, sparkling in the night light.

"Snow!"

"Come and build a snowman, Robo!"

"..."

The little Primarchs were playing happily in the snow.

Ms. Aisha stood aside and watched them with a smile.

Except for Magnus who was wondering why there was still snow on the Terra Himalayas, and Perturabo who was standing in the snow with an indignant look on his face, everyone else was happy.

Guilliman was making a snowman, and when Curze smashed the snowman with a snowball, he looked back and saw Horus' smiling face.

The snowball fight started immediately.

Horus led one team, Lion led another team, and the two Alpharius brothers formed their own team. The three groups had a snowball fight in the snow and had a lot of fun.

Except for Magnus who was wondering why it was snowing in the Himalayas, and Perturabo who looked indignant, the other Primarchs were very happy.

Qin Mo stood aside.

He knew that the Secret Order was not the only ones targeting the Primarchs, so he would supervise them every time they came out for a walk.

The same goes for the Imperial Guards.

Providing protection for the participants in this snowball fight are twelve guardsmen, who are scattered around the entire mountain top, keeping an eye on everything nearby.

"Uncle." Magnus walked up to Qin Mo holding a book about the natural environment, "Why is it still snowing on Terra now?"

At this time, Sanguinius threw a snowball at Horus.

Horus dodged nimbly, looked back with a laugh, and then froze.

Just as Qin Mo was about to answer Magnus' question, the snowball fight stopped and all the little primarchs stood still.

The Emperor and Valdor came up.

In his hand, Valdor held a snowball thrown by Sanguinius.

If he hadn't caught the snowball, it would have hit the Emperor in the face.

The Emperor walked through the snow, carrying Valdor with him.

After arriving in front of Sanguinius, the Emperor lowered his head and looked down at Sanguinius.

"Fold your wings and get out of the way."

said the Emperor.

Sanguinius obeyed and hid aside.

The Emperor raised his head and continued walking through the snow with Waldo, heading into the distance.

Until he came to Qin Mo's side.

"Ask him why there is snow in the Himalayas."

Qin Mo pointed at the Emperor to Magnus, then looked at the Emperor and said, "You can just come here and watch the Primarchs' snowball fight. There's no need to pretend to be passing by."

The Emperor frowned. "I was just about to go check on the Astartes test subjects with Valdor. Who pretended to be passing by?"

"You always teleported into the laboratory before, but why do you want to stroll there today?" Qin Mo said, looking at Waldo.

Feeling Qin Mo's gaze, Waldo shrugged.

The Emperor did not answer, but continued forward in silence, bringing Valdor to Perturabo.

The Emperor's golden eyes examined Perturabo. "I heard that you made a suit of armour yourself, and yet you come here wearing this dress?"

Perturabo stood with his hands behind his back, looking directly into the Emperor's eyes, was silent for two seconds, and pointed at Qin Mo.

The Emperor withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

He left, and the snowball war among the lesser primarchs continued.

…It was evening.

Little Perturabo sat on the edge of a cliff looking out at the mountains ahead.

The expression was still angry.

He has never been sociable.

The crunching sound of footsteps on the snow reached Perturabo's ears. Qin Mo walked over from behind him, where the primarchs were still engaged in a snowball fight, and sat beside him.

Qin Mo rolled up a snowball and threw it far away: "If you want to join the snowball fight, join. Your brothers will not refuse you."

"I don't want to play such a childish game." Perturabo said coldly.

"So what do you want to play?"

"To make, to build. Isn't that what you and my father wanted?"

Qin Mo was used to hearing Perturabo's response. He just smiled and asked him, "If you were given a piece of vacant land, what would you like to build?"

Perturabo thought about it seriously, then replied, "A city, not a fortress."

Hearing this, Qin Mo moved his fingers.

On the vast plains outside the Himalayas, tall buildings suddenly rise from the ground.

All the beautiful sculptures and magnificent buildings in human history that Qin Mo could recall stood on the plain at this moment and appeared in front of Perturabo.

Perturabo's eyes lit up and he turned to ask, "How did you do that?"

"We each have our own strengths." Qin Mo replied with a smile.

Perturabo looked back at everything on the plain and suddenly said, "I want to see a huge sculpture, full of power, and then..."

He detailed what he wanted to see.

Qin Mo moved his fingers, and everything on the plain disappeared, then reorganized into what Perturabo imagined.

This magnificent magic of creation aroused Perturabo's interest. After all, he was still a child, so he told Perturabo everything he wanted to create in his heart.

A magnificent palace, a sports stadium.

A sculpture, a huge castle.

No matter what it was, as long as Perturabo described it, Qin Mo would move his fingers and shape it on the plain in front of him.

Perturabo gradually became more and more delighted, and the two small braids on his head swayed as he excitedly talked about his wild ideas.

Qin Mo achieved them one by one.

"This is amazing!" Perturabo patted Qin Mo's shoulder excitedly, his eyes fixed on the plain in front of him that showed the embodiment of his wild ideas. "All this can be built with just the movement of hands! If I had such ability, I would shape the world in that dimension into the way I like!"

"You can also do what you want to do." Qin Mo motioned Perturabo to sit down. "There is an empty plain in that world. You can design things you like, just like designing a castle for your brother to live in, and then realize them little by little, just like playing with building blocks."

“I may not always be able to listen to your ideas in that world and materialize them instantly.”

"But I can provide you with an engineering team that will print out your ideas."

Hearing this, Perturabo nodded excitedly.

But then he shook his head again.

"This is not what you want me to do."

"No."

Perturabo's eyes gradually dimmed.

Qin Mo looked at Perturabo, was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Perturabo's head, rubbing it hard: "Who asked you to do anything? Isn't it all your own imagination?"

Perturabo drew aside, shielding his head with his hands.

After thinking for a few seconds, Perturabo frowned and said, "But I don't know what the point is."

"What's the meaning?" Qin Mo asked puzzledly.

"What is the point of my existence if I make statues and build magnificent buildings instead of armor and war buildings?" Perturabo asked.

"Because you like it." Qin Mo pointed to everything on the plain ahead, "This is the meaning."

Perturabo thought for a moment, then sat back next to Qin Mo: "I have conceived a sports field for my brothers."

"Tell me what the stadium looks like." Qin Mo tapped the ground with his finger, and everything on the plain disappeared, and new things would be shaped. "Just treat it as a rough draft now. I will help you shape the stadium, and then you can build it in the world in this dimension."

(End of this chapter)