Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 75 How tall are you

"Morse is so kind." Magnus stared at the space left after Morse disappeared into thin air, still unfinished by the conversation.

"You..." Perturabo rarely experienced the feeling of being choked to death by words.He patted his chest to pass the breath, and his mood was very complicated for a moment, "Why do you say that?"

"He approved of me." Magnus estimated the height difference between the two, frustrated that he couldn't hold Perturabo's hand.

Perturabo hid his doubts about Magnus' true mental age.

"Morse rarely really approves of a person," he said, giving what he thought was a tactful prompt clear enough.

"But he can talk to me about the vast ocean." Magnus' voice dropped, and the young giant's eyes flashed with regret. "He said he wanted me to show the correctness of my theory. But in Prospero, I seldom Talking deeply about my subjects with people. It's like a light that is too bright and blinds mortals before it illuminates their path."

"I have heard that the Emperor can communicate with you privately. You are the only one of my brothers who has this privilege."

"Father doesn't come often," Magnus said unhappily.

"And he will advise you not to be arrogant?"

"Uh, yes...he always said I was looking too far." Magnus whispered, and Perturabo knew that this was the real reason for Magnus' unhappiness.

Perturabo gently dropped the topic.

"Morse is very knowledgeable in the field of psychic energy. He is not a good instructor for systematic teaching, but he is suitable for people who can learn basic knowledge on their own. If you want to get guidance and breakthroughs on key ideas, you will find Morse Seems to know everything."

He speaks from experience, though he doesn't have an absolutely clear idea of ​​the mysteries of the Warp.

The never-ending practical exploration of technology, craftsmanship, and construction in the physical universe has occupied the empty slot in his heart reserved for private hobbies.

"I can feel it." Magnus raised his spirits, his face full of longing, "The body of light can directly and safely cross the ether space that is several star clusters away! It's a complete miracle. I still have a lot of things I want to ask him, For example, the temporary body that can carry our soul, and why is the light structure of his mind so strange? Neither mortals nor unknown creatures in the vast ocean have such a form. When you arrive at Prospero, I will pay attention He's here, but why weren't you there at the time? And your current ether aura is worth studying..."

Pertura Bora strode, quietly trying to catch up with Magnus, who was going faster and faster due to his high emotions.

The latter noticed this quickly, slowing his pace so that Perturabo could easily follow him.

Usually in private space, Magnus doesn't wear shoes much.

One is that he cleans the ground several times a day with psionic energy, and the other is that he can't get used to the heavy jewelry on the sandals that everyone gave him.

And walking barefoot on sandy and pebbled garden paths was his little-known hobby, even if it got a little dirty.

But today he still put on his favorite pair of sandals. The leather soles are painted with the image of the Devouring Bee, symbolizing the great enemy he once killed for Tizca.This is a thank-you gift that the Prospero people asked Amon to forward to him a few years ago.

"Let's go to the exhibition hall first," Magnus said. "I can introduce to you the works in our collection. Some are pure artistic creations, some are handicrafts brought about by whims, and there are a few that I haven't yet seen. Well-researched ancient relics. If I have a legion in the future, I will definitely let everyone collect precious cultural relics while participating in the expedition. Knowledge should be passed on and protected."

"I can't introduce you to the real objects I have created. They are far away from countless light years. If you go to Olympia in the future, I welcome you to visit the memorial hall just built by my Iron Warriors." Referring to this matter, Petu Rabo smiled. "You are the No.1 brother who was invited by me." "What commemorates?" Magnus asked curiously.

"There are countless moments worth remembering forever in the Great Crusade. I believe you will be satisfied with my exhibits." Perturabo decided to sell the specific content of the exhibits first. "Magnus, you know the Emperor's great ambitions." Expedition? I can explain it to you."

"Part of it," Magnus replied, "I'd love to hear it."

"I can only confirm that part of what the Emperor is willing to tell us." Perturabo raised his head, and Magnus felt the etheric aura around him. For some reason, he wanted to confirm that Mors was not nearby first.

He took off a gold and blue wristlet and made it large enough that Perturabo's juvenile husk could stand firmly on its smooth but broad surface.

Magnus sent it to Perturabo's legs. When he subconsciously completed the idea he had just thought of, Magnus realized that he had not yet asked his brother if he was willing to take a temporary transportation vehicle.

He took a small breath. "You can step on it, and I will hold it with ether, er, so that you can talk to me about the Great Crusade, so you don't have to lift your head to talk, I won't let it shake, I have experience with the power of manipulating the original creator Rich... Perturabo, don't you agree? It's clean, I clean it every day."

"My rationality allows me to accept." Perturabo stood on the smooth surface of the gold-plated ornament, and Magnus drove it to fly steadily. Except for the excessive speed at the start due to the nervousness of the operator, the follow-up The suspension is quite stable. "But you don't mind it getting dirty?"

"Uh, strictly speaking, it's not counted, but your form of existence is very special, so you won't get dusty..."

"I thought you were complimenting me," said Perturabo.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the complete you." Magnus smiled sincerely, "Then we can look at each other at the same level."

Perturabo was silent for a millisecond, "How tall are you?"

"About four meters." Magnus said, "Well, if you're still taller, I can also use psychic energy to become larger. I just need to channel the energy from the void below the skin and It is wrapped and temporarily incorporated into the circulatory system so that it can be separated from the body at any time to ensure recoverability.”

"You don't have to be taller." Perturabo began to feel grateful that Mors had given him the body of a child so that Magnus would not see a three-meter-tall one that was still growing. Lord of the Fourth Legion.

Folding his arms across his chest, he moved with Magnus.

"I can introduce you to the Great Crusade." He looked down at the bookshelf that was at the right height due to the change of perspective, feeling happy, "and my legion, they are now completely incorporating a star cluster that has already surrendered in the war into the empire's territory, That was the first time I commanded a Legion in combat."

"I still know nothing about my legion." Magnus said, "I hope they can bring benefits to mankind like your legion. Besides, there are many things we can talk about. I can also ask You introduced my research project, didn't you? Perhaps you also have an extra gift for exploring the vast ocean."

"Before that, I hope to learn the local language first." Perturabo said while looking at a deserted city sand table in the exhibition area. "I can't stand the situation of a planet with only one isolated city inhabited by humans and leaving a large area of ​​deserted land. Steel Warriors will help rebuild your entire planet—let’s talk about the Great Crusade first.”

"All this stems from the Emperor's ideals?" Magnus tried to be witty, not sure he was succeeding.

Perturabo nodded: "It originated from the lofty ideals of the man who always said you looked too far ahead."

(End of this chapter)