Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Ironblood will be parked in lunar orbit.

When he learned that the flagship he designed had finally set sail from the Olympia Orbital Shipyards, Perturabo on the expedition was inspecting the work of a new batch of war blacksmiths in the surface fortress of the planet he had conquered.

The Iron Warriors Primarch decided that the Ironblood would be the first to appear on Terra, for reasons known only to him and Magnus - although the reasons were not kept as secret as the two Primarchs had imagined.

While the intact Perturabo closed his eyes to deliver the message, Perturabo of Terra was searching for historical clues with Magnus.

They were almost sure that a forerunner like the Emperor, who was as concerned about humanity as he was, must have made waves several times in the long history.

Two Primarchs with equally sharp minds quietly built a model for the Emperor's image, adding possible points such as "positive or negative correlation with theology and religion", "amazing and incredible achievements", "died young after turning the tide", etc. This set of ideas is like the wind blowing the sails of the ship, swimming in the ocean of incomplete historical materials.

Just as Perturabo was refuting Magnus's Emperor Jeanne Dark on the grounds that his father was a biological male, he received a message from his other self.

Since Morse's artificial body this time actually contained organs that were not very useful, after a brief moment of daze, Perturabo's two hearts were able to beat with joy and nervousness at the same time.

Magnus walked out of the book holding on to the heavy pages that were about to be turned back, jumped to the edge of the bookshelf and sat down. "You look hesitant, Perturabo.

"Really?" Perturabo whispered so as not to blow away his brother. "Because the Ironblood is coming to Terra."

"Whoa!" shouted Magnus, his size allowing him to use his voice more freely, "What about Morse? Is he going to leave with the ship?"

"I don't think he will move. Unfortunately, the fleet's chefs are not as good as those in the palace." Perturabo said, "Having said that, do you want him to leave or not?"

"It's up to you, Perturabo. No matter where he is, I can send him files and communicate. I can even make the spell into a projection to show my results in multiple dimensions, but - I mean that Do you want to see him?"

"I don't think my gift will impress him." Perturabo closed the book in his hands. "But I'm waiting for the arrival of the Iron Blood."

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The Ironblood is parked in lunar orbit.

The cabin vibrated as the engine's power gradually increased. This vibration was transmitted along Perturabo's skin attached to the seat to the simulated blood vessels Morse gave him, and the two hearts in his chest trembled, like The rising cabin was taken into the clouds together.

He used the corner of his eye to look at the man in black robe leaning against the iron bars of the glass window, and guessed Morse's mood from his back.

From the leaning window, you can see the fading miniature of Terra. The interlaced surface of gold and gray fills the clear window like a metal picture frame, like some ancient art preserved in a museum, with tin foil And gold paper is plastered all over the frame.

Perturabo did not call him, but looked to the window on the other side and saw the huge shipyard of the moon spread out in the window. The Glory Queen he designed was floating among countless silver cables with the void as a dark background. , its cold and huge body with geometric beauty is illuminated from time to time by scattered point light sources emitted from everywhere.

The collision of the spearhead at the front made Perturabo fascinated, and he already wanted to become one with the ship, like a sharp silver knife cutting into the galaxy. The cannon muzzles hidden on the ship's thick metal add a mysterious shadow symbolizing extreme danger to the Iron-Blooded, coupled with the yellow and black stripes running through the ship's hull as a warning. Although still outside the starship, Pettu Labo also seemed to be walking in the iron-blooded veins of the Iron Blood.

Busy servitors and Mechanicus priests were floating around on the outer shell, checking the situation of the Iron Blood. They were smaller than ants in an ant nest, but just as busy. Perturabo was eager to ask the alien-looking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus what they thought of his Predator.

A breeze was carried by the fluttering robes and came to Perturabo's side. Morse stood here, moving his gaze from Terra to the moon, stopping on Perturabo's Ironblood.

"Excellent." Morse turned half of his face and turned his gaze towards the original body. His eyes had the epitome of the Iron-Blooded Horn.

"I designed almost every detail of it," Perturabo said. "This is the first time I've seen it in person."

"Show it to me," Morse replied.

When it took several Terras to tour the entire starship, Perturabo rarely kept track of the time, because his whole heart was immersed in the focused introduction.

His calm sentences were soaked in the enthusiasm that overflowed from time to time. From the deck to the bridge, the simple and cold-looking metal shell concealed a complex and frightening structural composition. Even the priests of the Mechanicum could not immediately figure it out. . Perturabo stood in the shuttle, his powerful arms now acting as props of a speaker, outlining his creations in every detail.

From time to time, Morse would have a few discussions with him, or ask questions, or nod in silence. The man in black robe sat on his seat with his legs crossed, listening to every word of Perturabo expressionlessly. , combined with the scenes reflected in his dark eyes, let them pass through his thinking circuit, and at the same time analyze the characteristics of the Iron Blood from both a comprehensive and detailed perspective.

This was just about the biggest surprise Perturabo could have hoped for.

However, what really touched his heart was something he was not willing to admit, that is, Morse would make some sharp comments and suggestions to him from time to time, of course, in the form of criticism and questioning. The concept of softness seemed to not exist in the black robe man's vocabulary list at all - did he really have a vocabulary list?

Morse did not hesitate to use the briefest sarcasm as a bullet, accurately hitting the few weak points that still existed on the Iron Blood, while penetrating the defects, and truly showing the range of progress to Perturabo who was still refutating.

Morse was an absolutely generous inspirer, and Perturabo had long been accustomed to stripping the priceless knowledge hidden in his unfriendly language.

The shuttle passed the training room and intelligence processing center in the ship, approached the Strategic Research Institute, and finally stopped outside the passage leading to Perturabo's private office. The light blocked by the sky ring beam poured into the shuttle and happened to fall into Perturabo's palm.

He was stunned for a moment, clenched his palm, and felt a warmth spreading.

"Morse," he turned to the black-robed man, drawing another kind of concern from Morse, different from the ship itself. "I still remember the oath I made in your workshop at Lokos."

"It hasn't been a few years, of course you remember it," Morse said.

"I swear to give you a re-carved double stone statue," Perturabo said, "with all my heart and soul to prove that I have been taught by you. Now I can't complete the complete design, so I hope to give you a mid-term transitional work to prove my current ability."

His throat tightened. This was exactly what he had been preparing since he left Olympia without telling Morse, and he finished it himself on the way back to Terra. Before boarding the Iron Blood, Magnus helped him deliver this gift from Terra to the private office of the Iron Blood in advance, and he only needed to muster up the courage to deliver it.

He took a breath, and was interrupted by Morse. "I actually have something to give you, for transition purposes," Morse said, "but before that, it seems that someone else wants to give you a gift, and it seems that the other you didn't tell you about it."

In front of the shuttle, the iron door of the office opened automatically. A tall figure in a white robe stood tall, wearing a newly made iron crown on his forehead.

Kaliphon turned to face Perturabo, the weight of the iron crown and gold ornaments was borne by her straight spine, and in that soft face lit by a smile, the queen's eyes were still as bright as pearls.

As for who the next primarch will be, you can see which planet around Necromunda will be accidentally passed by...

And! Book recommendation: "Warhammer: Imperial Navy Promotion Manual", there are not many books about 40k mortals, praising the steel coins of the God-Emperor