Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Morse looked at the tyrant of Lokos, his eyes were softer than the starship that dissected Perturabo, but it was still not full of warmth. He listened to Callifon's heart and heard a voice The familiar "It's still like this" made me want to laugh.

"Long time no see, Perturabo, Morse." Callifon greeted them respectively.

She held the iron crown with one hand and raised her head. She raised her other hand high and shook it to Perturabo, "You are so tall now."

Perturabo sat down in his exclusive seat, and the golden-gray Terra image from the window behind him turned into a background painting that enveloped him.

He leaned forward slightly, but unfortunately his straight iron chair made it difficult for people to relax: "Let's talk like this."

Callifon pursed her lips and smiled, and used words to persuade Morse to leave private space for the juniors: "After you left, Olympia has changed so much. Many factories grew up on those mountains overnight. White smoke rises into the clouds, the town has the color of steel and iron, and the fortress stretches from our Lokos to the farthest Delknia... The whole world is marked by the two of you."

"Perturabo's mark, without me."

"You taught me a lot of construction principles. If there are quality problems in a building, you are also responsible."

"You admit that your design has quality problems?"

“You just talked all the way on my boat.

"Hey, two respected designers!" Callifon spread his hands, "I usually shout 'Hey, boys' when I encounter this situation."

"You can keep calling Perturabo Boy, I'm totally fine with that."

"Okay, okay." Califon probably didn't expect that she would start sighing within a minute of meeting each other.

With a single nod she thanked the upholstered stool that Morse had conjured for her, and remained motionless as the seat rose to level with Perturabo.

"In the last referendum, the Lokos people made a decision. We decided to replace the original statue of the founding fathers at the gate of the city with your statue, Perturabo." Califon said, "So, we Can I borrow your image?"

Perturabo was surprised, thoughts passing over his face. Soon, he expressed his attitude: "Yes, but only this one. I don't want to find my head appearing in every corner of Olympia when I go back one day."

"Oh, it won't be like that." Calliphon said, she was amused by the scene. "Olympia respects you, all of Olympia. We reported to you that now this world belongs to you, first relying on the army, and later Diplomacy is enough.”

"Sounds like you have a giant secret garden."

"Thank you for your hard work," Perturabo said to Callifon.

"You are conquering the stars, Perturabo," the Queen replied. "We are only doing our best to give you the whole world to settle on."

"How wonderful." Morse commented, "I remember Lokos had a habit of...well, that's right." You like to name your children after famous people and have that kind of naming ceremony, right? So what proportion of the newborn baby is Perturabo? "

As soon as these words were spoken, the muscles of Perturabo's arms on the table immediately tensed up, and his face paused twice as he turned to Callifon. "You really...named...?"

Callifon made a nasal sound that represented thinking, and then nodded as if she suddenly understood: "Yes, the number of our newly named children Perturabo is zero."

Perturabo immediately relaxed and glanced at Morse in triumph. Morse shrugged nonchalantly.

"We have the habit of naming after great men," Califon explained. "This is because the Lokos hope that one day their children will be just as good. But you are different, Perturabo. What you do is Even the most daring dreamer would not dare to dream of being on par with you."

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She paused, "Besides, we won't steal the names of heroes while they are still alive."

"It's good. It prevents ten people from turning around in the flagship if I shout Perturabo."

Perturabo ignored Morse's nonsense.

"How was your stay in Olympia?" asked the Iron Lord, "I didn't expect you to come with the Iron Blood."

"When you get busy, you don't have time to think about many things." Kalifon said with a relaxed smile.

"Before we made the data board, the documents that were transported to the palace every day had to be pulled by three chariots. In the first year after I wore the crown, I was so busy with the sacrificial ceremony that I forgot about it, and then I simply stopped doing it. After all, the divine religion The chief priests are all dead."

"How are my Iron Warriors doing?" asked Perturabo. "Are the Olympians respected enough?"

"They were not familiar with us at first, as if we were from two worlds - but that's true. Later, after we stayed together for a long time, we would occasionally see them passing by in front of the drink shop."

"Beverage shop?"

"Across from your Grand Theater. That whole street has turned into a snack avenue."

"I thought your heirs were too embarrassed to go in and get free juice because they didn't have a salary," Morse said. "Turns out they were watching your grand theater."

"Actually, what your soldiers often visit is the memorial hall you built." Calliphon said, her tone lifted by her curiosity. "What is there? Every time your soldiers go in, they always Come out crying and laughing.”

"I'll take you to see it when I return to Olympia," Perturabo said. Behind his words was a promise to return home, and Cariphon's heart was relieved.

Looking at the Milky Way, Perturabo was the last half of her family left. Of course, Morse could be counted as one-tenth.

She secretly said to herself that after returning to Olympia, she would make the planet more beautiful before Abo returned home. Perhaps one day, when Perturabo's biological brothers and father visited Olympia, they would also be amazed by this planet.

"I'm waiting for that day." The queen smiled dignifiedly, her smile was like a river in early spring, peaceful and happy.

Perturabo turned around and looked out the window at Terra: "Do you have time to visit Terra, Calliphon?"

"No need." Calliphon said, "I'm from Olympia."

"You've only been here for a few hours."

"Oh, I visited your 20-kilometer-long ship many times on the way here, and I've walked enough. If I don't return in time, I'm afraid I'll have to spend a month's sleep time to deal with the backlog of government affairs."

"I don't know which treasure chest the Emperor found Malcador from, but Calliphon doesn't have a chancellor to help her with everything." Morse said, "Wish her a safe return trip for me, I'm not good at saying goodbye."

"Give me ten minutes." Perturabo said, "I'll carve a small thing for you. Let's go to the bottom of the Iron Blood, where I set up a workshop that replicated the layout of Lokos. What do you want?"

"Well..." Calliphon thought, she really didn't want anything in particular. The treasures sent from all over Olympia every day made her interest in art worn out by fatigue.

"Then I will carve a statue for you, in your current outfit? - Morse, come with me, and stop staring at my cabinet, okay?"

Morse jumped down from the high stool and snorted in boredom. "What image do you have of me in your mind?"

Isn't it just a gift hidden in the cabinet? Do you need to open it to see it?

Caliphon pulled her hair. "I really should have brought the hairband you gave me here."

"I can add it when I carve it." Perturabo said. "Let's go."