Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"If you want to ask..."

In the Royal Palace of Terra, Perturabo turned half a circle in the workshop filled with piles of small parts, letting the buzzing automatic dancing dolls and the steel flying fish swimming out of thin air behind him become A harmonious part of its environmental context.

"Their departure went very smoothly. The other Rogal Dorn and I decided to proceed with their expedition normally. The first human-inhabited planet we encountered has returned to the Empire through simple diplomatic negotiations under the banner of the Aquila. ”

"My guess is they're not rich," Morse said.

"Their most common weapons are cold weapon blades and pitchforks." Perturabo's expression remained unchanged, "And we brought enough sugar, salt and electricity to the locals."

"Even some great technological inventions, such as air conditioning? You are doing a good job, but I am not actually here to ask about your situation." Morse shook his head and continued before Perturabo could react, " I believe that the two of you can solve most of the problems encountered in the Great Crusade - Hi, Magnus."

The red-haired miniature Magnus climbed up from the table and waved to Morse. "Hi!"

"If you are here, make some extra preparations." Morse took out a rune that had been prepared from the air and threw it on the table. The golden light immediately spread, wrapping the workshop tightly. Even if Malcador was passing by, he would not be able to spy on what was going on in the workshop - although Malcador would never be so meddlesome.

"Ah, will I leak the secret?" Magnus' innocent smile was frozen.

"Never mind. Morse will do it whether you are here or not," said Perturabo.

"Yes," Morse found an open space for a chair among the large number of handicrafts and sat down. "The emperor agreed to let you both know about this, but after the magic circle is removed, you will not be able to comment on anything. People - other than yourselves - show your knowledge of what is mentioned next. I can vouch for the validity of the rune, because it was not I who made it, but your father."

Both Primarchs became more serious, with Magnus becoming as expressionless as Perturabo.

"Now let me introduce the Webway." Morse conjured up a simulated star map of the Milky Way in the air, with conceptual roads randomly connected with silver threads. "Enter through one Webway Gate, and through the other Webway Gate." Come out. No need for star torches, no interference from subspace, and stable super-light travel. The Webway is the key to the Eldar's ability to travel through the universe. It is the pinnacle of alien technology."

Perturabo immediately understood the Emperor's hidden plan, and he was almost overcome with excitement when he learned of the trust behind this important plan: "How to use the Webway?"

Magnus murmured "no interference from subspace" and found a piece of rubber on the table to sit down.

"The Empire cannot master alien technology in a short period of time. Even the Emperor cannot achieve it." Morse thought of the thickness of the Emperor's 4,000-page plan and the large number of unfinished calculations in the plan. " But we may have accidentally found a race that can master this technology and is willing to obey the empire. "

"Has the Emperor captured the Eldar?" asked Perturabo. "Do they actually understand how to repair, rather than just use the webway?"

"No, the race that is willing to obey is not the Eldar." Morse's fingers subconsciously tapped the armrest of the seat. Every time he thought about this, he still couldn't help but frown slightly. With the mentality of having to face reality, he was forced to Acknowledging the abilities of the jolly greenskins, "You've met them, Perturabo."

As Perturabo recalled, he guessed several high-tech alien races that he had encountered during the expedition. Morse shook his head in turn.

"To give you a hint," the black-robed craftsman waved his hand, "When you first encountered them, you also guessed that they were an advanced race with terrifying dark technology."

Perturabo's mouth fell open, shock followed by confusion, and shame of defeat washed over the primarch's face.

"You mean... green skin?" He uncontrollably amplified his voice, "Another green skin?"

"Another greenskin." Morse confirmed Perturabo's suspicion. "Our Emperor of Mankind finally made up his mind and hired the Greenskins to build the Webway."

"But... how to ensure the loyalty of the greenskins?" Perturabo felt his tongue tangled in his mouth, "These aliens are simply uncontrollable. Their social habits, fighting tendencies, idleness, unreasonableness, and emotions are driven by Psionics..."

"So the Emperor decided to select a Primarch who is calm, calm, and able to face difficulties, dedicated to his duties, thoughtful, and capable of being versatile outside of the Great Crusade to assist him in managing the construction of the Greenskin Webway." Mo. Hess looked at Perturabo and listed his reasons one by one.

The black-haired Primarch put his arms on the table harder, as if the world in front of him was shaking.

Magnus patted Perturabo's arm: "Our father trusts you, Perturabo."

"I know..." Perturabo said vaguely, "That's good..."

He closed his eyes and forcefully waved away the painful memories of working day and night on the Phalanx to eliminate the orks, "I will do my duty. But I need more information about the webway and the orks."

"Go and talk to the Emperor in detail." Morse said. "He is still studying the greenskins in the Eldar ruins. It would be better to talk face to face. The Emperor gave you the core of his entire plan for the restoration of humanity first, Peregrine. Turabo. I bless you."

Perturabo nodded silently, swaying as he stood up.

Of course he knew what an astonishing privilege it was, and it was feared that even the beloved Horus Luperkar was ignorant of the core of the Emperor's plans. If it weren't for the presence of the green skin, even he would inevitably be moved and excited.

It is obviously an extremely glorious and important task, but why is the specific content of it is to supervise the greenskins?

He opened the window, took a deep breath, and let the cold wind from the Himalayas flow into his nostrils. He silently recited this as the emperor's trust and maintained his composure.

"I can go now to avoid delaying the change." Perturabo said solemnly, "Is the Emperor free?"

"Yes. But before you go, you have to make some preparations."

Morse snapped his fingers, and a layer of extremely dazzling golden light immediately coated Perturabo's robes, embroidering the other person's simple robes with brilliant golden flowing dark patterns, and wrapped golden bracelets around his arms and wrists. Wearing an exquisite laurel wreath similar to that of the emperor on his forehead, his whole body exuded golden light.

"What is this?" Perturabo felt his throat was dry, but the echo that came with his voice made up for all the majesty. "A variant of the Holy Hammer? Should I thank you for not attaching that weird language format?"

"This is the necessary outfit to become a golden giant." Morse patted the giant's hand in a friendly manner, "Big enough, golden enough, domineering enough, waaagh enough!! The greenskins will praise your brilliance. If there is Which one didn't shout holy? Remember to smash it into a green-skinned sauce on the spot to show your authority."