Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

Perturabo listened to his sister's accusations and explanations, as he would have listened to them before, and turned his attention to his father, thinking how hard this mortal had worked to prove that he was worthy of being his father.

But now, he just wants to find a little bit of redemption from these endless memories and get some different answers from his sister.

"I know how they slandered me, and I remember how I used Plato's metaphor of the cave to attack their ignorance."

Perturabo tried to keep his voice calm. He hoped that this time he could get along with his sister better and not end up in hysterical anger like the past experiments.

"You have been denying your divinity, haven't you? You are really stubborn."

Perturabo's sister turned her head away, unwilling to look at his face, and some tears slid down her cheeks and fell into the dust and ashes on the ground.

"Our destiny is always determined by ourselves. There is no shadow that controls our destiny." Perturabo didn't know how many times he had said this to his sister, but his tone was different every time he repeated it. We are only born to redeem our sins in this despicable world.”

"So you gave up your utopian ideals? Forgot the beautiful design you and I discussed in the summer night? After everything collapsed, your choice was to smash all imperfections to pieces with fierce artillery fire? You are so shameful ”

"That's why I" Perturabo stopped. He wanted to say that he envied Andros, his father's descendant, but the pride in his heart did not allow him to express his feelings like this.

Even if the opposite person is a robot that he made with his own hands to escape reality.

Andos Perturabo recalled this mortal who impressed him deeply. As his adoptive father's true descendant, he secretly always believed that Andos was much better than him.

Although his talent is so mediocre, and any handmade work he can make is far better than his limit a thousand times, Perturabo still expresses deep envy of Andos' mediocrity.

Andos has teachers, Andos has progress, Andos has exploration, Andos has curiosity and emotion, Andos has enthusiasm.

And what about myself?

When I was young, I could understand the opponent's language in an instant, and my fighting skills were far superior to any old knight.

Just by observing objects and exploring, we can figure out the structure and properties of these substances. These talents are convenient, especially convenient. But it is also a curse. These talents deprive oneself of the happiness that one can get from learning as a human being.

The surprise that embodies new things never unfolds in my heart, only pure deconstruction and analysis will always echo in my rational and indifferent brain.

How sad.

Andos lived a life of mediocrity, a life of progress and novelty. His short lifespan of 90 years was not even comparable to the time it took to forge the weapons in his hands, but Perturabo still envied him for living a fulfilling and complete life.

Unlike himself, struggling in the endless flames of war.

When he chose to surrender to the Emperor, he became the best shovel in the Emperor's hands, and he did all the dirty work.

But when he chose to resist, he became the best shovel in the hands of Horus, and he did all the dirty work.

Perturabo had had enough of this use.

If it weren't for this physical condition, he also hoped that he could shed the unnecessary burdens on his body, abandon the talents that tortured him, live as a mortal, and have a peaceful and peaceful life.

As for Utopia?

Forget about this bullshit utopia.

"I'm sorry." Perturabo said subconsciously in the memory, and then he realized the mistake in his words. He did not explain why he prepared this apology at all.

"Why?" Sister asked, pressing towards Perturabo with two different meanings, "Apologise for the shattering of your ideals? It's too late."

This kind of errors and disconnections in communication made Perturabo feel even more frustrated, because his temporary distraction caused major errors in the memory process.

Want to make up for the repair?

It doesn't seem necessary.

"I thought he." Perturabo narrowed his eyes, showing deep disgust at the word 'him', and then continued, "He can become the key and support for building ideals, just like Speed. Like the necessary titanium steel in concrete. But he failed me. I tried my best to make dreams come true, but these perfect things cannot exist, and the chaos of human nature becomes a stumbling block to true order.”

At this point, Perturabo's emotions became somewhat uncontrollable, and his tense and tense face shattered, just like metal breaking under heavy pressure.

All the pain he had suffered rushed into his soul in an instant and tortured his spirit.

The desire for encouragement and recognition.

The feeling of abandonment that plagued him throughout his life.

Emotional bad feelings must be suppressed for the sake of the greater good.

His father's disapproval, his brothers' rejection, the cruel trampling of his dreams by the wreckage of endless war, the chaos and randomness of mortals, and the weakness and incompetence of his offspring.

These pains will turn into a tear falling from his stubborn face, but he can't cry for it, just like he didn't cry when his dream was broken.

Life has no room for weakness.

"All this can be summed up in one sentence."

"What you wish for cannot come true." Perturabo murmured to himself, without showing any weakness, but his sister who knew him naturally knew that these were just forced cover-ups.

His sister pointed out his weakness and melancholy, just like the memories of the past.

"You are weak. Tree trunks that are too strong and inflexible will be broken in the strong wind. Only those trees that flutter with the wind can survive for a long time."

"But I am steel."

"You're not, you're human. A person who cannot accept compromise, an angry child who, when angry, unleashes terror on those around him."

"That's because they don't understand! They don't understand what I've done for them! They should accept me! Accept the order of reason! Accept logic!"

"Without love and respect, people will not bow to you! Great rulers rule according to people's blessings and love! Efficient rulers spur people forward with fear! But there has never been any ruler who can rely on Achievements are achieved with indifference and disdain!”

Perturabo's sister coughed a little because of the excitement. She calmed down for a while and said the last words that shattered Perturabo's nerves.

Although Perturabo was a siege master, the official description of his tactics was very feeble. For example, Krieger can adapt to endless bombings and sieges.