Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 338 Critical Review Time
"To: Perturabo, the Iron Warrior Primarch who has not yet penetrated Satrada
“Talking to people who can predict the future and are happy to accept their choices is probably one of the most relaxing things I have encountered in decades.

"I believe we all understand who you were originally, so there's no need to go into detail. Your current achievements have made you one of the most compelling characters in the galaxy. Considering this is a personal letter Letters, I would rather talk boldly about others.

"Magnus, whose Prospero is now an ideal temple of learning, and the rebuilt Great Library of Tizca contains countless treasures of human wisdom. The Templar Lecturers gathered around him, exploring and Managing the expansion of knowledge, just like the pyramid of the five schools surrounding the central great library.

"Thirty years is enough to change a person and reshape his reshaped character, but I somehow feel that these times seem to be frozen in that red guy, okay, maybe this is a scholar.

"Before leaving his mental world, I asked him about his next destination.

"Magnus told me that the Tuchucha Engine was shuddering underground, trying to trace the direction it should go. Of course, with the combined blockade of the Emperor, Malcador, and Magnus, it couldn't go anywhere. . But its movement points to a unique green planet, Caliban, that is its name.

"I asked Magnus if he wanted to find himself an angel brother like Konrad Curze, although this angel may not be as bright as Sanguinius.

"Magnus quickly refused, saying that it would be better to let the Emperor go alone. He was afraid of meeting a second Mortarion who would not let go of him. It is said that the body he left behind on the throne world of Terra was about to smell. No more normal smell.

"I finally asked him why he placed a plate of Mechanicum version of fruit miniature lemons at the center of the table. According to the logic of psychological correspondence, does this mean that after witnessing Dorne turning red, he still couldn't help himself? I tasted one and it left an indelible impression. Before I could finish asking, the mental world disappeared and I had to return to Baal.

"Then I pulled Malcador back and asked him who would go to Caliban to find out. The answer given by the Imperial Regent was Leman Russ, and this was the person recommended by Magnus himself.

"Leman Russ, whose Fenris has so far only existed in his seemingly unabashed words, has never concealed his loyalty to and only to the Emperor himself. It's hard for me to disagree with Leman Russ Curious about what will happen with the unknown Primarch on Caliban.

"Rogal Dorn, you know him better than I do. He is a well-deserved Imperial Fist, and the name of his legion is probably the best description of him. Speaking of the days when you passed by Inwit, it can be considered The journey was relaxed and harmonious, at least in contrast to the presence of Prospero's Devouring Bee in the front and the ghost of Nuceria in the back. It was a smooth journey.

"If he could pay more attention to his words, there would be no regrets.

"I sincerely suggest that after you finish fighting the Satrada Abyss, you can find some brothers who are easy to get along with from all over the galaxy; but there are not many people left now, and the original body on Caliban has been replaced by Li who picked up the errand. Man is in charge, and the temperament of the remaining No. 11 is unknown, but No. 5 and No. 19 do not seem to be difficult to deal with.

"Conrad Curze, I don't think anyone would want to visit his hometown a second time after visiting Comoros. The same goes for Nostramo. He would choose to visit Baal, although It's not expected, but it makes sense. He is more closely related to Archangel Baal than any other Primarch.

"It's just that I think he just wanted to find someone to accompany him in scolding the prophecy, but now he has become the only one who can't see the trajectory of the world we live in. It's really worth sighing. Even Mortarion can do it without any guidance. Use the counting compass to get through the land.

"In addition, the report from his friend Victor mentioned that they seemed to have encountered a group of creatures named Hearthborn or something else. They seemed to be able to communicate, and they were recently testing whether they could start stable trade.

"As for Sanguinius, he has been prepared to meet the Emperor from the very beginning. What really needs to make up his mind to meet his genetic father is his ghoul army.

"There is no need to waste words or much advice, he will come on his own, much more worry-free than Robert Guilliman, who is still reluctantly thinking about his own area. Just like you always Spend your efforts on the Olympia cluster.

"Where his future will go is probably an unexplainable and unpredictable mystery. He has many things hidden in his heart. At least he never told Conrad Coates once how much he liked Coates's hidden things. liquor.

"Ferrus Manus, it's hard for me to comment on him. I don't know him well. When I mentioned him, I remembered that I didn't comment on Fulgrim. It seems that I am old and my memory is not good." I don't know. If he must have some kind of crux, I believe it doesn't actually fall on his competitive heart. Just like if a phoenix falls, the arrow that hits his wings cannot be perfect alone.

"Angron, Your Majesty, the trip to Nuceria is second only to the trip to the capital, and the two most disastrous events on par with those days of Prospero!

"However, since Nuceria and the worlds of Ultramar signed a series of economic and political agreements, it has rapidly developed into an pastoral-style high-quality agricultural world. 'The flowers are blooming on the ground, and the time to repair potatoes has arrived. The voice of the turtle dove was also heard within our borders', so after the Olympiad, Angron packed a video and sent it to Robert Guilliman to make up for the latter's regret of not being able to witness the grand event.

"Angron also brought a message to Magnus on Robert's behalf after that, saying that Robert Guilliman had finally given up on practicing psychic powers, and asked if he could directly exercise protection against psychic powers, or other methods that could resist psychic powers. If Mortarion hadn't left the next time Angron returned to Terra, Robert might have gotten an answer that at first seemed like a blessing from heaven.

"By the way, let me tell you a good thing that I recently dug out in my library. I found that I recorded your three-pointed shock, three-pointed expression when you saw Dorne returning to the world from the Killing Blood Realm with his skull transmitter. Partly sad, partly embarrassed, partly moved, and partly overwhelmed. Those images are posted in the photo album I made for you, and I will treasure them.

"From Roboute Guilliman to Horus Luperkar, their characters are either well known, or I have just described them to you in detail in my letters last year. It will not be too late for me to share them if other strange things happen later.

"Lorgar Aurelion. I got his file from Malcador. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of religious enthusiast for a long time - every time he arrives in a place, if the mission goes well, he will consolidate The local fanatical atmosphere dedicated to the empire. Once the mission failed, they directly used the Heavenly Punishment Artillery. Even the knight families who collaborated with them developed a knight armor called the Heavenly Punishment Fear Knight.

"He is probably the most fundamentalist of the expedition. Perhaps his legion should not be called the Word Bearers, but should be renamed the Crusaders. I guess it is only because of his amazing efficiency in the expedition that the Emperor has not carried him away so far. Lesson to Terra.

"And there is actually a series of manuscripts on Colchis that the Emperor and a few people messed up in his early years. I really didn't expect that - at that time, the Emperor still dreamed of playing the role of a god to save his people. Now... at least he doesn't admit it.

"Alas, not even a complete copy of Hamlet can be found in the galaxy, only fragments of Eliot's The Waste Land remain, and Edgar Allan Poe's works disappeared because some people took them literally to summon evil spirits. Why Lorgar How could it be that when he was born in the yellow sand, there was a box of Bibles buried neatly next to the nursery?

"Well, this may be related to the fact that Colchis was one of the first planets where immigrants settled when humans first entered the universe and explored the star sea. The ancestors who did such extraordinary and arduous things often had unshakable faith - —Or was paid a good sum of money. Faith can be born of ideas, or it can be born of religion. Perhaps the immigrants of Colchis belong to the latter.

"Speaking of the Heavenly Punishment Dread Knight, I wonder if you have seen its design drawings. It is simply too stupid to understand. Its driver is fixed directly in front of the outside of the armor, wearing only a suit of power armor, instead of protecting himself on the knight. Inside the armor, put all your trust in the energy shield and faith in your Emperor?
"Don't design war weapons like this in the future, even if you let the driver wear a Terminator, don't do it.

"Vulkan is a very nice person. If you want a new friend, my suggestion would be the Fire Dragon Lord. On the one hand, his character is trustworthy. On the other hand, he is the same height as Alpharius and Omega. The Primarch with the biggest gap, no need to worry about any disguise from Hydra.

"This letter is the longest one I have written recently. I wish you will finish fighting the Satrada Abyss as soon as possible. The Emperor will have more tasks for you. I bet you will not only be on a planet named Ni A theater of trial was built on Kaia’s planet. There is also a battle report hidden on his desk.”

Morse folded the letter, threw it into the chain of transmitted spells, and threw it towards Perturabo. To be precise, this causes the letter to fall silently into a cabinet, setting off the alarm measures installed by Perturabo.

He looked at the sky of Baal. It was not too late. Conrad Curze had been staying in the sky recently, and Sanguinius had crawled into the crater of Baal. He was seizing the time to send Baal to Baal before the Emperor arrived. People spread the glorious ideas of the Great Crusade in order to better integrate with the expedition fleet.

Heavy gravitational tides, man-made weapons attacks, and geological evolution over the years have created a semi-natural huge circular crater in the Balti Seraphim Mountains, isolated from radiation sand and dust, which is an impeccable prototype of a theater.

Over the years, this has been the place where the Archangel of Baal preached to his people and conveyed his beliefs and orders. The archangel with wings climbed onto the white stone carved platform in the center of the crater, spread his arms, and began to preach among the tens of thousands of Baal people gathered here. His blond hair seemed to absorb and radiate the blazing brilliance of the sun at the same time.

In the beginning, years ago, Sanguinius stood here.

At that time, he was still a strange boy who fell from the sky. His wings were folded behind his back, which could only help him fly unsteadily in the hot wind. Any Baal who heard of his existence suspected whether he was one of the mutants, intentionally or unintentionally breaking into their pure-blooded humans in an attempt to gain trust.

But after the first speech, no, from the moment Sanguinius stepped onto the stage, the pureblood tribes knelt willingly at his feet and swore to follow.

Under his leadership, Baal's major tribes learned to move from being divided and fighting each other to a united front against mutants.

Sanguinius' unparalleled leadership gave Baal's warriors infinite strength, and angels descended from the sky, holding spears in the strong wind and charging into the battlefield. Each shot could cut a bloody wrath, spreading the flames for the warriors in advance. A bloody trail and road.

My most recent public speech was a few years ago. That day, Sanguinius declared Baal's war against the tide of mutants victorious. Since then, the angel's triumphant smile has been regarded as an eternal artistic theme by Baal's painters, and is depicted on all flat and curved surfaces that can express reverence. Today's call was unexpected and expected by everyone. The angel sat on a stone platform washed with hot sand, his posture relaxed, his wings hanging down, wrapping comfortably around the archangel's body.

He is not only here as a leader, he is here as a friend and guide.

"I have stayed here long enough," Sanguinius said. "I want to set off to various places in the galaxy, such as the Sol Sector, the Ultramarine Sector, small sectors, galaxies, and many more. world."

"I will go on the road among the stars, walking in front of you, looking for more people to come and go for you. In the ashes of the artillery fire. In the shaking of the wheat. I will find the path for you to take. This is me. Looking forward to dedicating it to you.

“In this way, I have to place the Baal Star in front of you and return your home to yourselves.

"I have shouldered enough of the burden of managing you, and I can no longer bear it alone. Your troubles, your troubles, and your luck are ultimately yours.

“You only need to guard your minds diligently, follow your wisdom and prudence, keep the law, and listen to my voice and the voice of the Empire.

"The Human Empire will take care of your lives and your well-being. If it doesn't have it, ask me for it."

Inside the crater surrounding the high platform, pure-blood warriors imitated the postures of angels, sitting on the ground and listening intently to the archangel's teachings.

Under the gentle publicity these days, people have long known that the time for angels to return to the starry sky is near, and although their souls are still on the ground, they have seen a brilliance that is higher than hope.

There was a soldier among them, but he didn’t know when he appeared or who his identity was. He stood, not covering up his height or the golden light on his body, but miraculously not being noticed by anyone.

Like any warrior present, he listened intently to the angel's words, nodding slightly as others on the field responded to the angel's call.

“You must choose leaders with intelligence, knowledge, and character according to the tribes and tribes I have redivided according to your needs, get to know them, and be governed by your approval.

“Do not steal, do not frame, do not oppress, do not covet other people’s houses and belongings.

“Do not fight against your fellow men, do not fight with one another. Do not harm others without reason, do not rob, deceive, murder, or betray.

"Don't do things without forgetting the principle of righteousness. Don't judge other people's appearance, don't think about other people's dignity, don't think about wealth or poverty. Don't accept bribes.

“Don’t kill your son for his father’s sake, don’t kill your father for his own sake, don’t bend justice. Don’t cure sins outside yourself.

"The empire will allow you to do many things, but the above things are prohibited by me. I think these are not good, and are selfishness other than peace and loyalty, so I give these instructions to you.

"Don't be afraid to ask for the reward you deserve. I encourage you to cherish where you are.

"Do what is good. Honor your parents, love your children. Be friendly to your friends. Stay close to your wife or husband. Do these things with all your heart and with all your strength.

"When the time comes to fight against the empire and your enemies, and you see many weapons and men, do not be afraid of them. I will be ahead of you then, and I will make a covenant with you.

"If there is something difficult to do, or a decision that is impossible to make, leave it in the parliament and present it to me. I will not leave and never return, or bid you farewell forever.

"But don't ask about everything. I will be busy and you will discover how good you are at surviving. You raised me and allowed me to be your leader. You created this and brought it to yourselves. "

The angel stood up, flapped his wings, and rose into the air. He stretched his arms to both sides, his noble head lowered compassionately, his white wings spread out, and his golden rings were as bright as stars.

He looked down upon his people.

“Do not worship idols made with human hands, made of wood or stone. Do not set up pillars, do not worship images, and do not offer burnt offerings to them.

"It can't hear, it can't see, it can't smell, it has no real divinity. It has no miracles, no deeds, it is not awesome, it has no use. When you encounter all the difficulties, you look for it, but you can't find God.

“If anyone makes an idol, a graven image, or a molten image, or sets it up in secret, he must be removed.

“If any of you claim to be a prophet who dreams dreams, or an apostle of your gods, do not be afraid, do not obey or hide, for that is deceit and seduction and rebellion, and put away such sins from your midst.

"Follow your laws, laws, regulations, and precepts, and do not swerve to the left or the right. I love yourselves, and I hope you love yourselves.

“In this way, there will be water, oil, salt, livestock, grain, wine, honey, grapes, clothes, and houses.

"Today I have handed over life, blessings, death and disasters to you one by one."

"Now, the time of my destiny has arrived." The angel lowered his eyes and smiled softly and lovingly, "He is already among us."

After saying this, the angel folded its wings and slowly glided downwards, its distinct white feathers seeming to be immersed in golden light.

He fell in front of the golden man. The man in golden armor raised his quiet and solemn face and stretched out his rough hand upwards.

The angel held the Emperor's hand and continued to fall until he knelt silently at the Emperor's knees, crystal tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking in the dust.

Where the tears fell, snow-white stone flowers bloomed on the barren and filthy soil of Bawei'er.

Under the blazing sun of Baal, the Blood Angels were born here.

　Note: "alabaster flowers" in the last paragraph is the original text of the military book.

　　Let me share an interesting fact:
　　At the time of the fourth edition of the military book, the existence of the Web Channel had not yet been compiled, and Magnus's phone naturally did not blow through the toilet.

　　At that time, the Emperor received a call. Out of his trust in Horus, he thought that it must be Magnus who was instigating the relationship between father and son: then it was probably not Horus, the good son, but Magnus who tipped off the rebellion! (Then he sent wild wolves to carry out the general burning)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)