Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"I don't know how to thank you enough for maintaining the genes of my descendants, Morse. You gave me enough time to safely study their genetic defects without worrying about the sudden outbreak of potential threats. If one day I am in I didn’t know what to do when I encountered a descendant with a physical mutation like Olmuz when I was unprepared.”

"Although I am not good at genetic research itself, I can detect a hidden dangerous message from their hidden psychic fluctuations. I think I can start from all these starting points and carry out certain research from the perspective of subspace influence. Research, the following is the research direction I currently envision..."

Magnus's handwriting was originally quite elegant, but now he had to restrain his grace and correct his attitude to express his gratitude. Although it had to become straight and regular, many hooked strokes still appeared. Some little tricks with circles.

This only made Morse think of a possibly relevant question, that is, whether the wild wolf in front of him, who was responsible for delivering letters and who was so bored that he walked around the door seventeen or eighty times while Mors was reading, could write.

"Artisan," the wolf called him, "have you got a message to send back?"

"You haven't finished reading yet," Morse said. "Are you anxious?"

Leman Russ leaned half of his upper body through the door and came in, pointing at the wall clock with a stable pendulum in Morse's room. "It's past three o'clock. Magnus announced in the morning that he would hold afternoon tea today like Gu Terra." , the kitchen has been preparing kebabs and grilled mushrooms all morning. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜”

"Is it Magnus who announces, or do you let Magnus announce it?"

The Wolf King grinned: "Didn't you see through everything?"

Morse sat up from his wicker chair. "Tell Magnus that since he sent me an overly technical thank you letter for academic advising, don't expect a reply on the same day."

Ruth gestured understanding.

"When are you leaving?" Morse asked.

"In a few days." Ruth's eyes passed by the window.

At the end of the clear sky outside the palace window, there are tens of thousands of aircraft taking off and landing over the Overlapping Hive City, scurrying into the sky from the decaying cage made of scrap steel and iron, and constantly communicating with the vast sea of ​​​​stars.

"When the cubs are ready, I will fight twice with my two brothers, and I will go up to the Tower of Astartes again, and the Space Wolves will go deep into the Obscurus, to obey All Father's instructions. It's time to hunt. "

Russ smiled more obviously, or in other words, he exposed the sharp tips of his teeth outside his lips. Compared to his untidy appearance, his teeth are surprisingly sharp and white.

"Tower of Astartes?" Morse read again.

"A marble tower," Russ said. "Horus told me that on the eve of my departure from Terra, the All-Father would be waiting for me to talk to him at the top of the tower. He didn't tell me more details, and it was too late. He was not like Like Perturabo, you liked me from the beginning.”

"Then do you think you should like him?" Morse asked.

"Interesting question." Russ shook his head. His short braid had obviously not been unbraided in a few days, and rough golden hair was sticking out of the braid. He thought without Morse's eyes.

Later, the Wolf King said easily: "At least I like every brother I see now. In short, can I go have barbecue?"

Morse pointed at the desktop, opened a piece of paper in the blank notebook, and a string of golden writing "Come to me after the barbecue" automatically oozed out. Then the paper tore itself off, folded it in half, and flew to Ruth. In front of you.

Ruth rubbed his hands on the armor symbolically, took the note, waved goodbye and quickly disappeared from Morse's eyes.

Morse lay back in his wicker chair. He recently changed his style back to an Olympian robe so that the hood wouldn't dig into his head when he lay down.

After thinking deeply for about a second recently, he decided to spend more time on Terra after Perturabo set off.

Anyway, Perturabo brings another body of himself, and the Primarch will also have a spare body - currently being stuffed in the void by Morse - staying on Terra. If there is an emergency, you can call him temporarily. go.

He saw no point in following the Iron Warriors' fleet across the galaxy.

Does this bring him any positive emotional value other than cleaning up the mess of some hapless bastard scion of the Emperor?

Obviously not.

Oh, and it may also bring research tasks that are added out of thin air to your peaceful life.

Morse shook the long letter from Magnus in his hand, looked inside the envelope with his fingers spread on his lap, and after confirming that the number of remaining letters inside was worthy of the weight of the paper in the envelope, he silently While sighing, I fell into self-reflection.

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"Can you..." Magnus stared at Russ and the shoulder of the Wolf King that was connected to the hand on his back under the light armor.

Three seconds ago, this hand had just picked up a squeaky and greasy skewer, and he could already feel a terrible moisture seeping from the robe on his back.

Perturabo balled up the handkerchief and threw it at Russ's face. Russ accurately caught the handkerchief midway, wiped his hands, and wiped the back of Magnus's robe.

Magnus rarely felt the urge to commit violence. Before he covered the golden runes from his forearm to his fingertips, Russ took a step back knowingly and raised his hands in surrender.

"We'll fight after eating." The Wolf King put down his hand and took two skewers from the iron rack, "Thanks, brother. I made an appointment for the ring from Macado."

"If you want Magnus to spare you when he beats you, you can just say so." Perturabo glanced at Magnus, who was trying to erase the stain with a curse.

The Red Giant has begun to think about why he has only studied how to seriously use this reality-distorting power, and has never flexibly expanded its daily application topics.

"Oh, our Magnus is not a warrior." The Wolf King licked the corner of his mouth. If there were not so many oil stains on his mouth, this would be a very dangerous expression.

"Words of encouragement are no match for actions. Horus has gone on an expedition again, and you two are the only ones who can fight me."

"We have a principle in Fenris. A thousand friendly greetings are not as good as a face-to-face roar. You know this truth, otherwise you would not arrange a battle drill between the Iron Warriors and the Sun of Thousand Dusts, right?"

"But..." Magnus always felt that there was something wrong with Ruth's words.

"But there was a man here who was trying to cover up his crude behavior with theories and compliments," Perturabo said. "At the same time, he took advantage of the conversation to eat the barbecue that didn't belong to him."

Ruth put the skewers back on the rack. "Okay, brothers. I understand. You can take your time and play in Terra. I will run away tomorrow."

"Oh, right," he suddenly remembered something, rummaged around in his small bag for a long time, and found a small torn piece of paper.

"Morse's reply to you... Oh, wait a minute, it's not this." The Wolf King stared at Magnus and smiled, wiped his hands, and took out another piece of paper wrapped separately in thick paper, "Yes This one.”

Magnus took the paper packet. "I have no experience in hand-to-hand combat, but I can guarantee that I will not lose strength in the ring."

The Wolf King laughed twice. "That's great, my brother!"

"If you lose, you are not allowed to leave now." Perturabo said, "How about accompanying our army in exercises?"

"Do you want me to be beaten by fifty thousand people?" The Wolf King pretended to think, and quickly agreed: "My wolf cub will not participate, but I can come and play for two days."