Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 62 Brother Time (Please order orz first)

"How are you feeling, my brother?" Horus asked cheerfully.

At last freed from the mystical dinner party of endless danger and turbulent eddies, Horus's relaxation was evident in all aspects of his body language as well as his verbal language—though he lingered as he watched the Emperor and Morse left alone. The hand on the edge of the door fully confirmed his unspoken reluctance.

"Which way?" Perturabo replied.

"Oh, all these things." Horus spread out his palms and slid across the air, including Bucephalus and the endless universe outside the porthole. "The Emperor's fleet left Olympia, suspended in the orbit, and met the Emperor. If you really have nothing to say, it is also good to criticize me."

"Would it be better to praise you?"

"Then I'll have to find a way to be worthy of your praise." Horus replied humorously, and Perturabo smiled.

The young giants looked at the golden landscape corridor they were walking in, and the hall below the corridor.The air was filled with just the right amount of light incense, a scent that would intoxicate even the Primarch's discerning sense of smell.

Every structural line takes into account the balance between aesthetics and practicality. If we must make a bias between the two, then the design here is more aesthetic.And the wonderful application of light and shadow in various details, or the guidance of vision by the ubiquitous complex patterns, together make the interior of the ship a magnificent and distant dream, and one of the thousands of footnotes of the emperor's sacred halo .

Perturabo couldn't help but compare the interior decoration here with the drawings he had made himself.In fact, his brain gave the answer before he made it clear that he wanted to compare subjectively.

In Bucephalus, the place where the wisdom of countless craftsmen of mankind gathered together. When they built the palace, they could not help but present the splendor and fantasy to the emperor. Although it was beautiful and magnificent, it was something that Perturabo would not use. plan.

"It's beautiful here," Perturabo said. "Aesthetically, I can't fault it."

Horus laughed softly, his face glowing with pride. "What about practicality?" he asked.

"It's enough for the flagship of a lord of the empire." Perturabo said, and asked a question that just entered his mind: "But the empire will not prepare a fleet of this style for me. Bar?"

Horus's laughter diminished and his grin widened.He lowered his voice, lowered his head slightly, and whispered to Perturabo: "I told my father that there is no boundary between the beauty and practicality of the buildings here. You are the first person who feels the same as me."

"Because I'm your brother?" Perturabo smiled uncomfortably along with Horus and told a joke that he thought should be pretty good.

Horus nodded sharply, and the soft wolf fur on the thick wolf skin hanging outside the shoulder armor swayed, reflecting the bright golden light in the surrounding environment.

"More than that, I think the reason is that you are a very sensible brother." Horus said.

"And don't worry, your legion is incompatible with the style here. When I came into contact with them before, I smelled the smell of hammers and guns." He moved his nose and pretended to inhale, "Not to mention you You may have to build the flagship yourself, and the Emperor says you would prefer that."

The warm humor of the Returned Son and the sacred sublimity of the Emperor are two completely different emotional forces. They both made Perturabo spend his entire childhood with the unpredictable and cold guy Morse. I felt a strangeness that was hard to touch.

But he does yearn for it all.thought Pertura.As Morse sometimes commented on him, he could not deceive his true heart with rejection and withdrawal.

These people, the people he saw today, were undoubtedly his relatives.

"Can I see them today?" asked Perturabo.

Horus stopped, and beside him was a large window that was as clean as a mirror.The God of Shepherd put his hand on the golden railing carved with smooth patterns by the window, and his whole body seemed to blend with the vast stars outside.

"Certainly. Here," he said, "is the best place to observe the fleets outside. From this window, how far your fleet is from Bucephalus, and what ships are coming, They can be seen very clearly. This is a good place I used to compare by accident when I was walking on the boat with my father."

Horus turned to look at Perturabo: "I now impart to you the secrets of this place, my brother."

Perturabo also put his hand on the golden railing, and their tall figures were reflected on the surface of the glass.The light of billions of stars comes from the vast Milky Way and merges with their reflections. It can be said that the two people's bodies contain twinkling nebulae, or it can be said that they are the incarnation of countless stars.

"Then wait here." Perturabo said, "I've seen a similar scene in my sleep." "A magnificent dream?"

"Not necessarily. It was a nightmare at first," he recalls of a malevolent bruise in the sky. "The stars were staring at me, whispering ghostly whispers in my ear."

"But then it was no longer the same. I sat on the edge of the clock tower, looked up at the starry sky, deduced my astronomical formula step by step, and imagined the planets surrounding each bright light spot, as well as the cities and people on the planet."

Half of his spirit gradually sinks into the memory of the past, floating in the air looking back at the time section.Manuscripts were scattered on the floor of Locus Library, through the narrow squeaking stairs, through the skylight, on the sloping brown-red tile surface—the black tile surface under the moon, running after the back of the black robe in front, panting Qi climbed up the bell tower, and imagined the hillside, forest, and moonlight together. On the other side of the hill was the lake and bay, and on the other side of the bay were orange lights and a sleeping city-state.

“I often end up imagining more specific people and things,” Perturabo said. “Imagine a different world and a better life.”

"That's very good," Horus replied. "This is exactly what my father wanted to bring to the human world scattered across the galaxy. To this end, he launched the Great Crusade."

"From Terra?"

"The prerequisite for crossing the star sea is a unified Terra."

"Tara..." Perturabo pondered for a moment, "What's it like?"

"Multiple cores of industry, politics, military and culture. The Imperial Palace is right there, and it is thousands of times more magnificent than this flagship." Horus showed pride without needing to say anything.

"Is there a sea?" Perturabo asked.

Horus tightened his grip on the golden rail, his pride fading.

"No," said Horus, "I am sorry that there is no water on Terra, not only the ocean."

Perturabo looked at Horus steadily, and for a moment, he faced the thousands of stars outside the window again.

"When I participate in the construction of Terra, I will make the ocean reappear on Terra." He declared firmly.

"You can do it." Horus smiled.

Perturabo hummed softly and silently accepted the compliment without any hesitation.

Horus counted the time in his mind, "Your fleet is about to appear in our field of vision, Perturabo. The commanders of the companies of the Fourth Legion have come to meet, and the army is still waiting on Terra. Later I made them come here to meet you."

Perturabo narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the end of the dark universe. "I'll meet them at the dock later. What shall we talk about now? Imperial truth?"

"You don't sound like you agree with our truth," said Horus.

"If you had seen Morse in his true form, you would not agree." Perturabo said, and mentally added that there is also the unspeakable realm of brass, and the impact brought by the Emperor's first appearance. Golden light band.

"Well," Horus thought for a while, "Then let's talk about your mentor Morse? Do you know his past?"

Although he tried his best to conceal it, the curiosity and eagerness in Horus's tone were still too overflowing.

Perturabo shrugged. "All I know is that he is from Terra. If I had the chance, I would also like to know his past. What about you? Do you know the Emperor's past?"

"All I know is that he comes from Terra." Horus said exactly the same thing.The two looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

(End of this chapter)