Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"In this way, I have a new method. Morse said, "We might as well talk about which legion's gene seeds are completely fine. Maybe this will make the conversation faster. "

"I can't guarantee it." Malcador let the tall scepter support his walking pace, "Just like the Fifteenth Legion, their genetic problems have never been highlighted before you came."

"That's because they didn't participate in the Unification War, right?" Morse snorted and continued to let the golden runes weave his damaged robes. "As long as they start a war and their spiritual energy is slightly stimulated, within five years, flowers of flesh and blood will explode everywhere in the legion. You know, what I captured for them to test was just a little demon. "

While consuming a large amount of spell power, he chose to keep the upper half of the temporary body from the chest intact, and dissociated the lower half into the original commands and runes to lock the genetic spiral of the Fifteenth Legion. Now he'll have to float instead of walk until he can rebuild the entire shell.

Macado shook his head and said nothing.

They slowly climbed up the wooden stairs in the tower until they stood next to the stained glass window.

Unlike many cities in Terra, which are almost entirely made of inorganic materials, the furnishings here are mostly composed of precious organic materials. The dark brown oiled wood grains are engraved with historical marks, and the surfaces of extinguished candles are condensed with milky white wax. The faint scent of sandalwood creeps into the gaps between the wooden cabinet and the soft cushions. Morse rubbed the charred wick of the candle without lighting it.

Outside the window, more micro-aircraft are scattered in the sky from one thousand meters to seven thousand meters, comprehensively recording and monitoring the situation on the surface. In the square, thousands of silver-armored Astartes trotted forward until they were lined up.

Their armor is clean and brand new, and each round nail on the metal strip spanning from the forehead to the chin reflects bright light. The orange and blue color blocks on the shoulder armor mark this group of soldiers recruited from the Achaemenids. The cultural customs of the incoming legions.

The empire allied itself with the Masters of Mankind early in the Unification War, thus escaping the catastrophe of the war. After the Empire's alliance with Mars, soldiers drawn from Achaemenidli formed the first batch of XV Legion warriors.

Now that they had just emerged from the long training of the Astartes, and encountered a Primarch who had never led an army in battle, Mors could only hope that the war talents designed by the Emperor for his creations were strong enough.

Among the soldiers, Morse saw two Astartes with identical pendants hanging from their pauldrons. He remembered these brothers because the warrior he drew to fight the practice demon was Olmuz among the two.

That battle verified the hidden physical mutation problem of the Fifteenth Legion. Morse remembered the grateful look on the face of the other brother, Azak Ahriman, when he rescued the semi-mutated soldier.

"I thank you on behalf of the Emperor, Mors," Malcador said.

"I was wondering if I should also thank you for him, Prime Minister." Morse said while looking out the window at the golden and red aircraft that was descending in the middle of the square.

Through the hull of the craft, he could see Perturabo and Magnus both sitting in the cabin, and it looked like the Iron Lord was assisting his brother in rehearsing his speech.

"It's okay," Perturabo's mouth shape reflected his words, "It's okay if you're nervous, they can't see you blushing."

Mors smiled, folded his arms, and watched Magnus, wearing new armor, walk among his heirs.

The broad golden and white cloak highlights his dazzling half-length red hair like a mane. Under the breastplate and shoulder armor is a white battle robe decorated with red sun circles. Divine golden light spots floated in his green-like emerald eyes. The nobility and blood inspiration in them made his warriors unable to help but hold their breath and concentrate.

Magnus did not go to the front desk. On the contrary, after beckoning the soldiers around him to stand up, he stood in the center of the crowd and waved, asking the soldiers to turn around and stand in a circle around him, as if they were about to stand in the center of the square. Start his teaching.

"If there are more people in the Fifteenth Legion, he will cause some minor accidents like this." Morse said, "I think he will be jumped on by the enthusiastic scions in a group."

"Soldiers know how to exercise restraint." Malcador replied gently. "But if there were fewer people in the Fifteenth Legion, they would find an open space and kneel to the Primarch together."

"Then Magnus will be the first Primarch to be frightened by his offspring."

"Oh, no." A smile appeared on Malcador's old face. He looked at the original body in the center of the square, with an unusual satisfaction in his eyes. "You taught him well."

"Me?" Morse raised his eyebrows, "What does it have to do with me? You might as well thank Amon and Perturabo."

Malcador smiled and said nothing.

In the square, Magnus began a short speech - it was too difficult to praise a legion that had not yet entered the battle in a lot of words, so Magnus promised his legion that they would never waver or betray, Fight for the future of humanity. This is not only the oath Magnus made to the Legion, but also his request to the Legion.

Perturabo witnessed his brother's official return with a serious face in the cabin. Mors glanced around the surroundings and saw two people huddled in front of the same window for mortals in another spire opposite. A large primarch who observes attentively.

Russ also noticed Mors soon after, he patted Horus on the shoulder, and the two said hello together.

Then Mors discovered the Emperor, standing in the shadow of an inconspicuous corridor with his brilliance restrained, waiting for Magnus to suddenly appear with radiant light at the end of his speech. While personally participating in the return ceremony of the heir, he tested Asta Will Te fall down due to excessive excitement?

This made Morse laugh. Malcador looked at him doubtfully.

"Does the Fifteenth Legion have a name?" Morse asked Macado, "or does it just have a number like the Fourth Legion?"

"The Emperor had visions of prophecy in which Magnus would save a thousand of his offspring," Malcador's wrinkled hand twirled on the scepter, "They were almost to be named. Thousand Sons, until the Emperor knows you will bring Magnus back."

"Then Magnus is going to name them." Morse said, "I am indeed curious about their new names. Naming is often a difficult task in the world, because the name and the thing itself will form the appearance of the thing."

"I'm equally curious," Malcador said.

In the middle of the square, Magnus looked around at his heirs, with mixed emotions in his heart.

He was moved by the unreserved admiration and trust of the soldiers. However, being in a legion that always supported him unconditionally made him worry about whether he would one day replace prudent introspection with arrogance.

Thinking that Perturabo was watching his speech not far away, he told himself to settle down, do what he should do, and take up the responsibility equivalent to the trust of the soldiers.

The Primarch spoke, his words echoing in the hearts of every warrior.

"Before I returned to the empire, I thought I was as bright as the sun. I thought I was a great forerunner, and my light would always be like the scorching sun, cleaning away dirt and guiding the way forward for mankind."

"But now I have changed my mind. My children, I can honestly say that my pride has led me to make mistakes, and this mistake has turned everything I have into a wisp of dust under the blazing sun. I I hope I can give myself some warning, but my noble brother reminds me not to impose my self-reproach on your honor."

"Under this premise, I thought of how to name you."

Magnus raised his head and stared directly into the golden sunlight that penetrated the clouds of Terra. His warriors looked up with him.

The dark world is so vast, but an eternal light source still selflessly illuminates the faces of all living beings. For Terra, that light source was the core body of the solar system. For the Galaxy, that would be the Emperor.

"The sun of thousands of dusts, warriors. With this small body, we convey the light of the sun."