Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 116 Iron-Blooded Number

Ironblood will be parked in lunar orbit.

When he learned that the flagship he designed had finally set sail from the Olympia Orbital Shipyards, Perturabo on the expedition was inspecting the work of a new batch of war blacksmiths in the surface fortress of the planet he had conquered.

The Iron Warriors Primarch decided that the Ironblood would be the first to appear on Terra, for reasons known only to him and Magnus - although the reasons were not kept as secret as the two Primarchs had imagined.

While the intact Perturabo closed his eyes to deliver the message, Perturabo of Terra was searching for historical clues with Magnus.

They were almost sure that a forerunner like the Emperor, who was as concerned about humanity as he was, must have made waves several times in the long history.

Two Primarchs with equally sharp minds quietly built a model for the Emperor's image, adding possible points such as "positively and negatively related to theology and religion", "amazing and incredible achievements", "died young after turning the tide", and so on. This set of ideas is like the wind blowing the sails of the ship, swimming in the ocean of incomplete historical materials.

Just as Perturabo was refuting Magnus's Emperor Jeanne Dark on the grounds that his father was a biological male, he received a message from his other self.

Since Morse's artificial body this time actually contained organs that were not very useful, after a brief moment of daze, Perturabo's two hearts were able to beat with joy and nervousness at the same time.

Magnus walked out of the book holding on to the heavy pages that were about to be turned back, jumped to the edge of the bookshelf and sat down. "You look hesitant, Perturabo."

"Really?" Perturabo whispered so as not to blow away his brother. "Because the Ironblood is coming to Terra."

"Whoa!" shouted Magnus, his size allowing him to use his voice more freely, "What about Morse? Is he going to leave with the ship?"

"I don't think he will move. Unfortunately, the fleet's chefs are not as good as those in the palace." Perturabo said, "Having said that, do you want him to leave or not?"

"It's up to you, Perturabo. No matter where he is, I can send him files and communicate. I can even make the spell into a projection to show my results in multiple dimensions, but - I mean that Do you want to see him?"

"I don't think my gift will impress him." Perturabo closed the book in his hands. "But I'm waiting for the arrival of the Iron Blood."

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The Ironblood is parked in lunar orbit.

The cabin vibrated as the engine's power gradually increased. This vibration was transmitted along Perturabo's skin attached to the seat to the simulated blood vessels Morse gave him, and the two hearts in his chest trembled, like The rising cabin was taken into the clouds together.

He used the corner of his eye to look at the man in black robe leaning against the iron bars of the glass window, and guessed Morse's mood from his back.

From the leaning window, you can see the fading miniature of Terra. The interlaced surface of gold and gray fills the clear window like a metal picture frame, like some ancient art preserved in a museum, with tin foil And gold paper is plastered all over the frame.

Perturabo did not call him, but looked to the window on the other side and saw the huge shipyard of the moon spread out in the window. The Glory Queen he designed was floating among countless silver cables with the void as a dark background. , its cold, huge body with geometric beauty is illuminated from time to time by scattered point light sources emitted from everywhere.

The collision of the spearhead at the front made Perturabo fascinated, and he already wanted to become one with the ship, like a sharp silver knife cutting into the galaxy.The cannon muzzles hidden on the ship's thick metal add a mysterious shadow symbolizing extreme danger to the Iron-Blooded, coupled with the yellow and black stripes running through the ship's hull as a warning. Although still outside the starship, Pettu Labo also seemed to be walking in the iron-blooded veins of the Iron Blood.

Busy servitors and Mechanicus priests were floating around on the outer shell, checking the situation of the Iron-Blooded. They were smaller than ants in an ant nest, but just as busy.Perturabo was eager to ask the alien-looking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus what they thought of his Predator.

A breeze was carried by the fluttering robes and came to Perturabo's side.Morse stood here, moving his gaze from Terra to the moon, stopping on Perturabo's Ironblood. "Excellent." Morse turned half of his face and turned his gaze towards the original body. His eyes had the epitome of the Iron-Blooded Horn.

"I designed almost every detail of it," Perturabo said. "This is the first time I've seen it in person."

"Show it to me," Morse replied.

When it took several Terras to tour the entire starship, Perturabo rarely kept track of the time, because his whole heart was immersed in the focused introduction.

His calm sentences were soaked in the enthusiasm that overflowed from time to time. From the deck to the bridge, the simple and cold-looking metal shell concealed a complex and frightening structural composition. Even the priests of the Mechanicus could not immediately figure it out. .Perturabo stood in the shuttle, his powerful arms now acting as props of a speaker, outlining his creations in every detail.

From time to time, Morse would have a few discussions with him, or ask questions, or nod in silence. The man in black robe sat on his seat with his legs crossed, listening to every word of Perturabo expressionlessly. , combined with the scenes reflected in his dark eyes, let them pass through his thinking circuit, and at the same time analyze the characteristics of the Iron Blood from both a comprehensive and detailed perspective.

This was just about the biggest surprise Perturabo could have hoped for.

However, what really stirred his heart was something he was not very willing to admit, that is, Morse would make some sharp comments and suggestions to him from time to time, of course, in the form of criticism and questioning.The concept of softness doesn't seem to exist in the Man in Black's vocabulary list - does he really have one?
Morse did not hesitate to use the briefest sarcasm as bullets to accurately hit the few weak points that still existed on the Iron-Blooded. While breaking through the flaws, he truly showed the range of progress to Perturabo, who was still retorting. .

Morse was an absolutely generous inspirer, and Perturabo had long been accustomed to extracting the priceless knowledge hidden within his unfriendly language.

The shuttle passed through the training room and intelligence processing center in the ship, approached the Institute of Strategic Studies, and finally stopped outside the passage leading to Perturabo's private office.The light blocked by the sky ring beam poured into the shuttle, and happened to fall on Perturabo's palm.

He was stunned for a moment, then held his palm and felt a warmth spreading.

"Morse," he turned to the man in black robes, attracting Morse's another kind of concern that was different from the ship itself. "I still remember the oath I swore in your workshop, Lokos."

"It hasn't been a few years, of course you remember," Morse said.

"I vow to give you a heavily carved stone double," said Perturabo, "to prove with all my strength that I have learned from you. As yet I cannot complete the complete design, so I wish to give it to you A mid-term transitional piece to prove what I can do now.”

His throat tightened.This was exactly what he had been preparing for without Mors's knowledge since he left Olympia, and he completed it himself on the way back to Terra.Before boarding the Iron-Blooded, Magnus helped him deliver this gift from Terra to the Iron-Blooded's private office in advance, and he only needed to muster up the courage to send it.

He took a breath, then was interrupted by Morse.

"I actually have something I want to give you for transitional purposes." Morse said, "But before that, someone else seems to want to give you a gift. It seems that the other person didn't tell you this." thing."

In front of the shuttle, the iron door of the office opened automatically.A tall figure in white robes stood tall, wearing a newly made iron crown on his forehead.

Callifon turned to face Perturabo, the weight of the iron crown and gold ornaments being borne by her straight spine, and in that soft face lit by a smile, the queen's eyes were still as bright as pearls.

　As for who the original body will appear next, you can see which planets around Necromunda will be accidentally passed by...

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