Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Morse tapped his finger on the round table that had been cleaned up again. His spiritual energy was like the wind set off by eagle wings blowing across the table. A stable shadow appeared in the center of the round table, showing Perturabo and Horus walking side by side. picture.

"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 worried about someone's good intentions making mistakes and accidentally breaking you. Observation’s Stealth Plan.”

"Knowledge itself is dangerous," the Emperor said, 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 a human being," 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."

"Then what is the truth of the Empire?"

The Emperor gave up the debate again.

He went back to the first question: "The last person here was Number Twenty. He also wants to see his new brother."

Mors looked at the two brothers in the desktop projection. Apparently 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 subtle atmosphere when Morse was present, they got along well and seemed to have a genuine connection. 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 sparkling spiritual communication.

"They look 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 been your partners, and when did you meet such a tolerant palmer? 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."

"Are you talking about the long-winded side, the caustic side, or the cold-looking 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 at the young giant wearing iron gray light armor in the image on the desktop.

Morse leaned back in his chair.

"Isn't it because your skills are so poor that I couldn't help but complete the forging of that good material?" He said dissatisfiedly, "Look at that child's character. Can you pay more attention when weaving the genetic thread?" . And what did you do to make him see the 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 huge as your dreams, and the secrets you hide are more undetectable than the glaciers under the sea level, so that the sailors you hired Often it's only when the rivets on the ship's bottom are broken that you realize they've hit your hidden glacier," Morse said. "Let me guess, who misunderstood your intention again?"

The Emperor reluctantly looked away, and after a moment answered: "Erda."

Morse took a breath and grinned, with an expression on his face that was hard to describe in just a few words. "My respected Emperor, are you short of manpower around you?"

"You all left."

"Is this our problem?" Mors raised his eyebrows and almost considered changing back to his true form on the spot to ask the emperor what he was doing with his hands.

Plans, failures, new plans, new failures... This cycle is endless, as if the boulders were pushed up the mountain and then fell down the slope, and they didn't even know where the top of the mountain where the sun shone in the emperor's eyes was.

Besides, it was wrong for others to leave the Emperor on their own initiative, and Morse did not run away on his own initiative.

"I don't know," the Emperor said, and from the depths of the Emperor's focused eyes, Morse read the golden man's accumulated confusion 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 his self-name to a more retro style and giving his power a lazy name, the Emperor was still the same.

Sometimes he is just like a human being, and sometimes he is completely unable to truly understand the inner desires of those around him. His gaze was farther than eternity, and he himself was too lofty.

"Let's get into working hours." Morse said in frustration. "Clear the work goals early. I'm tired of sitting on this high chair with my feet not touching the ground. Why are the furnishings on your flagship all in original size?" Designed? Is your palace also full of love for your heirs who are not his heirs? "

"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 final 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 this stemmed from the Emperor's distaste for traditional religion.

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

The Emperor looked at Morse with his own solemnity, his golden eyes meeting Morse's gaze directly. At this moment, Mors was almost overcome by the sadness in the Emperor's eyes, and he immediately advised himself not to become one of Horus's instantly recognizable fanatical scions and loyal disciples of the New Age.

"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 genetic father of humanity, and humanity awaits our legion."

"You will encounter obstacles along the way. Aliens, traitors, and..." The Emperor swallowed a word they both knew. "Only you can handle it all. Only you already know it all." ”

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

"I will return to Terra first," the Emperor said. "There are still endless matters that need to be dealt with."

"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 representative team of the Fourth Legion arrived yet?"

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

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