Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 63 Parent-child time
Morse pointed his fingers at the table top after cleaning up. The psionic energy blows across the table like the wind blown by the wings of an eagle. A stable phantom appears in the center of the table, showing that Perturabo and Horus are walking side by side. screen.

"You have recovered two Primarchs," Mors said to the Emperor. "Then who was the man in golden armor just now?"

The Emperor pondered for a moment, the question clearly bothering him, and the silence itself was part of the answer.

"If you always say nothing, how can I do things for you?" Morse picked up his sarcasm, "Unless you are not at all worried about someone with good intentions making a mistake and accidentally crushing you. Stealth Plan for Observation.”

"Knowledge itself is dangerous," said the Emperor, in a quiet narrative tone. "Mankind often cannot afford to face the truth. You are not unaware of this, Morse. We have all passed through the Veil."

"I'm not human," Morse replied.

"You basically meet the definition of a human being." The emperor chose to skip this undebatable topic after a sentence of explanation, "In any case, I know you have already seen the answer."

"Of your twenty creations, the three that have appeared in front of me are essentially different from humans, but they are by no means beyond the scope of humans mentally."

The golden halo around the Emperor's eyes glowed silently.

"It sounds like what you did when you compiled dogmas and stories back then, fabricating some images of divine power, but still logically using a set of common patterns extracted from a wide range of behaviors in human society." Moore. Si said.

"I'm not rebuilding a religious system."

"What is the truth of the empire?"

The Emperor again dropped the debate.

He goes back to the first question: "The last one here is No. 20. He also wants to meet his new brother."

Morse looked at the two brothers on the desktop projection, obviously Horus didn't know that there was another brother returning in front of him.

At this time, Horus was spreading his hands, showing Perturabo the gorgeous interior design of the flagship.

Unlike the delicate atmosphere when Morse was present, their atmosphere of getting along was harmonious, and they seemed to be indeed connected by blood.Apart from the similarity in body shape and the perfect appearance with their own characteristics, there is a natural equality and tacit understanding in their flashing spiritual communication.

"They seem very unique." Although Morse would rather say "they are very different from me."

He controlled his emotions a little and continued more calmly: "I admit that I am curious about why you named your newly created child after Luperkar. I am also curious about what you created during the time I left. How many similar new lives have there been, who has been your partner, and when did you get to know such a tolerant palm bearer. But actually, I am not questioning. "

He smiled. "After all, there's no point in asking, and I don't want to drown myself in the pursuit of responsibility for the past."

At the same time, Morse made up his mind to let the past be buried forever in time.

"I know," said the Emperor. "And your character hasn't changed."

"Do you mean the long-winded side, the mean-spirited side, or the cold-eyed side?"

"Almost any aspect." The Emperor smiled with a rare sense of humor.

"Except for one thing, you have started to take care of the growing children." He pointed to the young giant wearing iron gray light armor in the desktop image.

Morse leaned back in his chair.

"Isn't it because your skills are too poor that I couldn't resist finishing the forging of that good material?" He said dissatisfiedly, "Look at the character of that child, can you pay more attention when weaving the genetic thread?" .And what did you do to make him see that hole in the curtain?"

"It was an accident. Likewise, I had no intention of losing them." Even the Emperor looked sad at the mention of this.

"I have always believed that you have your reasons for everything you do. Your plans are as vast as your dreams, and your hidden secrets are more undetectable than the glaciers under the sea level, so that the sailors you hired Often it’s not until the rivets on the bottom of the boat come off that you realize they’ve hit your hidden glacier,” Morse said. "Let me guess, who misunderstood your intention?"

The emperor reluctantly looked away, and after a while he answered: "Erda." Morse took a breath and grinned, with an expression on his face that was difficult to describe in a few words. "My respected Emperor, are you short of manpower around you?"

"You all left."

"Could this be our problem?" Morse raised his eyebrows, and almost changed back to his real form on the spot to ask the emperor what he did with his hand.

Plans, failures, new plans, new failures...the cycle was endless, like a stone being pushed up a mountain and a round stone falling down the slope, and they didn't even know where the sunlit mountain peak was in the Emperor's eyes.

Besides, it was wrong for others to leave the Emperor voluntarily, and Morse didn't take the initiative to run away.

"I don't know," said the Emperor, and Morse read from the depths of the Emperor's intent eyes the bewilderment the golden man had accumulated over the years.

Okay, Morse thought.He had had enough.

He didn't know if he had changed, but the Emperor had definitely not changed - except for changing himself to a more retro self-proclaimed name and giving his power a lazy name, the Emperor was still the same.

Sometimes he is just like everyone else, and sometimes he simply cannot truly understand the inner desires of those around him.His eyes are farther than eternity, and he himself is too sublime.

"Let's get into work time." Morse said frustratedly, "Clarify the work goals early. I'm tired of sitting on this high chair that doesn't touch the ground. Why do you have all the furnishings on the flagship according to the original body size?" Designed? Is your palace so full of love for your non-children?"

"Their palace was left out in the drawings of the Imperial Palace." The Emperor confirmed Morse's casual taunt.

This knocked Morse down completely.He didn't want to say another word now.

He said quickly: "The final goal of the plan, the segmented goals, the current progress, and the current problems. What can you tell me?"

"I mentioned the ultimate goal at the banquet just now."

Morse didn't want to know how many times that speech had been reused by the Emperor.

"Now that Terra has been unified, the war in the solar system has ended. Next, I hope to bring back the Primarchs of each legion in sequence during the expedition, promote the progress of the expedition as soon as possible, and complete the revival when the storm subsides."

Every time the word "expedition" was mentioned, the emperor's micro-expression showed a certain degree of displeasure.Morse knew it was the Emperor's distaste for traditional religion.

"So now, what do you need me most?" Morse asked.

The Emperor looked at Morse with a solemnity all his own, his golden eyes meeting Morse's directly.At this moment, Morse was almost overwhelmed by the sadness in the Emperor's eyes, and he immediately advised himself not to become a fanatical heir and loyal disciple of the new era like Horus who could understand at a glance.

"Recover my other children, my son," said the Emperor. "The Fourth Legion will advance faster and farther than any other Legion. Your footprints will be on every planet in the galaxy. Eighteen Legions await them. The father of genes, and humanity awaits our legions."

"In the process, you will encounter obstacles. Aliens, traitors, and..." The Emperor swallowed a word that both of them knew, "Only you have the ability to deal with this. Only you already know it all .”

"Don't let the other heirs you will welcome back in the future hear." Morse whispered. "So where do we go now?"

"I will return to Terra first," said the Emperor. "There are still endless business to attend to."

"Where are Horus and Perturabo?"

"They will have autonomy, but I hope Perturabo will return to Terra to take over his full Legion next," the Emperor said. "In addition, I don't know the location of the other Primarchs. I only have some clues about the location of the two. I will hand over the marked range to you later."

"Speaking of the Legion," Morse counted the time, "hasn't the leading Fourth Legion representative team arrived yet?"

The emperor frowned slightly, shook his head, and looked out the porthole.

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