Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

In the lounge outside the bath, Perturabo turned the page of a book that was slightly smaller than his palm on his knees, flipped the page lightly, pulled up his bathrobe, and tightened his top.

The next second, he closed the entire book and looked up at Robert Guilliman's face still stained with moisture: "Considering that you are so curious about my data cables, I can pick one from my head and give it to you. A closer look.”

"I think you don't have to do this, Perturabo. I don't have the prerequisite scientific and technological knowledge, and my curiosity cannot bring effective changes to your invention." Guilliman took a step back and turned away from Peturabo. Beau looked away from the dark cables tangled in his black hair.

These waterproof, unbreakable, flexible cables with no weak points make Perturabo so special, and the flash of metallic luster at the end interface of the cable highlights a steely quality of Perturabo that is particularly unrepeatable. . They make Perturabo appear cold, mysterious, and powerful, just like the metal itself; and when these adjectives are all combined together, they describe an ultimate life that is born based on human appearance and far beyond human imagination. ——Primarch.

Guilliman admitted that he had become curious about some of his brothers whom he had only known by name but had yet to meet, especially Magnus the Red. He was curious as to why a Primarch would use the color word "red" as a symbol. In his extraordinary mind that stored the relics of the entire Macragge and even the mysteries of human civilization, he had already assembled several ideas that were enough to be used in culture. In logic and linguistic theory, the reason for using red to set off the great personality of the original body.

Perturabo touched the lock from the back of his head, untied a cable with deft and precise fingers, and handed it to Robert. The latter was stunned for a moment and then quickly took it, observing the strange creation of the Fourth Primarch with a mixture of surprise and appreciation.

"Why did you think of inventing these, Perturabo?"

"Because of my need to control the fleet with precision, brother. I can't bear to let the hardware limit my brain power when the entire battle can be adjusted to become more controlled."

said Perturabo, calmly accepting that Robert did not call him brother. Maybe it was Magnus or Rogal Dorn or Angron who raised his tolerance for everything.

"But the actual reference object of this invention is the technology used by a group of species between aliens and humans to control the remote body shell." He said.

"Technology itself is neither good nor bad," Robert said, but not in a declarative tone. He held the cable and sat down next to Perturabo. White mist rose from the warm ground, covering his skin. "Do you think so, Perturabo?"

"Technology itself has no absolute distinction between good and bad. This can be discussed from two perspectives. First, does the absolute distinction between good and bad exist in anything, or is it just from the perspective of a certain camp and culture? A narrative perspective to analyze the world. Secondly, technology does not have good and bad tendencies, but this does not mean that technology does not have good and bad tendencies,” Perturabo said, “If you want to hold a meeting. Debate, I’ll support you. I haven’t been invited to any debate since I was at the height of my fame at the Olympia.”

"You used this dangerous technology and created your own unique cutting-edge technology." Robert said, "You mastered the technology."

The Lord of Iron put an arm on the back of the bench. The dark blue silk wrapped his hand, and he waved it away. "This is because I am professional and powerful enough, not because the technology itself has no tendency. No matter how it is explained, the technology of using nuclear energy in weapons is destined to be more destructive than the technology of using water conservancy systems in agricultural fields. sex."

He waited a few breaths for Robert Guilliman, allowing the silence and peace of protective reflection to sink into the restless heart of the Primarch. Then he asked, "What is it you really want to ask, Robert?"

Guilliman hesitated for a moment, then spoke: "After you and your warriors met, how long did it take you to get to where you are now?"

It seems he was just using dangerous technology as a metaphor for his Space Marines. In a sense, he did understand the nature of the Astartes.

"My story has no reference value to you," Perturabo smiled. "The first time I saw them, I knew that this army belonged to me. I already existed among them."

"You have a good temperament with them," Robert said. "But my sons of war... they have a cold anger, and I am not a general who likes to order extermination."

"This is because you have changed, I think. We should share the same temperament with the Legion. This is the memory that has been engraved deep in our genes since we were born. If reality conflicts with theory, then it is destined to be between us and the Legion. One side of the Legion changes, maybe for the better, maybe for the worse.”

"Horus, Magnus, Leman Russ, Duncan Ahor," Robert announced the names of these primarchs he had never met before, "Lunar Wolf, Thousand Dust Sun, Space Wolves, The Risen Ones, in your description, they are all one with their legions."

"Your adoptive parents changed you, Robert. I can see a different shadow in you now, a sealed past. But you are not the only exception. The one who is really similar to you is Angron. His The Legion was accustomed to brutality, and he himself detested bloodshed."

"I thought he was good at fighting?" Robert asked. Angron did not hide his disgust with the upper class atmosphere of Macragge. Several times, Robert thought Angron was going to fight against members of the Senate. When the Lord of the Red Sands sailed away from Macragge, he found a relief that made him feel guilty and regretful.

Perturabo put the book on his lap back on the big bookshelf behind him and replied: "He is not willing to let blood fall to the ground, as long as it is necessary to flow. But before things are irreversible, his tolerance is actually higher than that of me and me. Roger is much taller."

"This caused him trouble, and although it later served as an opportunity to help him gain full control of the Legion, disaster is never harmless. As another Primarch, I advise you to restrain your Legion, Lord of the Ultramarines.”

The image of Dorn trapped in a wheelchair with bandages flashed through Perturabo's mind, and she couldn't help but sincerely hope that Rogal Dorn would not encounter such a disaster for the second time - dealing with a person who spent all his energy on speaking. body, he believed that it was enough to experience it once in the entire long life of the Primarch.

"Don't worry, no matter what you are referring to, all material movements and positioning changes of the Ultramarines when they were stationed on Macragge are in my recorded data." Robert Guilliman said.

Hidden in the data are maps of the thousands of roads leading to the future. He is used to collecting, recording, marking, modeling, and calculating. The Ultramarines, and even the shadow of the huge empire reflected behind the Ultramarines, gradually faded away before his eyes.

"Perhaps I should say that I believe you," answered Perturabo, "but now I feel that this statement is a portent of disaster."

"I understand you," Robert said. Perturabo decided not to tell him that such phrasing would make him seem a bit arrogant. The incomprehensible fact is that no matter how stable and prosperous things seem, as long as he turns his head, all kinds of unusual and explosive events will always happen behind him. He sincerely hoped that he would not get used to accepting these unexpected disasters.

"Well, now that you have collected this data, it is impossible that you don't have your own ideas, Primarch." Perturabo said, "Do you need to call Rogal Dorn to listen?"

The two of them turned their heads together and glanced into the hazy steaming bathroom. In the white mist, they could vaguely see Roger Dorn's stiff white hair that was wet with water.

"It seems that Rogge is still verifying the effect of hot water baths on the health of the Invites." Perturabo turned back, took the data cable from Robert Guilliman, and took it back. The back of the head. "Maybe you don't want to be picked on by him."

"I'm not a dictator who doesn't listen to opinions." Robert said this, but quietly pushed the topic back. "I plan to use Macragge's culture to change them, both through education and regulations. Deepen the influence of Macragge's system and philosophy on my Legion. Once the seeds of culture fall into the soil, they will grow rapidly after the initial conflicts and frictions, and eventually penetrate peacefully and deeply into the soul of the entire Legion. ”

"It's the right call, Robert. Besides, you do value culture, historian. I think the Great Libraries of Terra would welcome you. So, what's bothering you?"

"Specific measures. I have not collected enough samples, that is, I do not know enough about the Space Marines: I am not sure to what extent the human empire has carried out the ideological education of this army. Their thinking and behavior will show the same How old is the stubbornness of normal human beings? To what extent do I need to formulate strategies to prevent all my efforts from being wasted and to avoid the rebound of too much? "

Robert said that there was an imperceptible cold rationality hidden in his analysis.

Perturabo did not answer immediately. He thought for a few seconds, then asked: "How did Conor Guilliman and Thalasa Yuton change you?"

"They don't fear me, they don't indulge me. They discipline me and take care of me."

Robert said it in a calm tone, as if this was a normal thing - and maybe he did.

As he narrated, his eyes gradually became brighter, and the bright brilliance lit up his transparent sky-blue eyes to the color of the blue sky when the spring sunshine was just right. In his vision, Perturabo saw the shining shadows of the pair of mortals. They transformed a Primarch, a natural-born general whose war essence could be glimpsed in his offspring, a war weapon forged by the Emperor, into a child willing to call a mortal his father, an Archon obsessed with ideals, A maintainer of peace and civilization.

There was one word that gave infinite possibilities to this impossible task, and Perturabo knew which word it was. He had been ashamed to admit it, thinking it signified weakness and compromise. No, that's not it. In this dark and cold universe, that is precious pure emotion.

"...They gave me all the education I needed, trusted me, entrusted me with tasks I could handle, led me into the Senate, took on responsibilities I could bear. They turned me into a true hero of Macragge One of them." Robert Guilliman finished his words, but he still had more to say.

"What's your answer?" Perturabo asked, somewhat expecting Robert to admit that word. "What are you going to do to change your heir?"

"Macragge's political work!" Robert Guilliman controlled his joy. "Official reports, rulings, economic plans, parliamentary documents... This is to help them understand and integrate into Macragge as quickly as possible. While gaining an irreplaceable status here, he also assisted my father, Archon Konnor, in promoting the reform of Macragge and stabilizing the overall situation. The brain of a space warrior can easily solve the thinking challenges that are extremely difficult for mortals. This is proven by the data... I can assign responsibilities to them starting with the Chapter Master. You inspired me, Perturabo."

Oh fine. thought Pertura.

He should not expect that a Primarch who had a smooth sailing and no setbacks, let alone the experience of having to live with Mors for a long time, and who had not even been met by the Emperor, could realize the beauty and luck of his life. He was held up by such a broad and gentle force. If he was really ashamed to say that word, it would only be out of the shyness unique to teenagers.

"This plan is very good." Perturabo said, "It can be considered as opening up the potential of Space Marines in many aspects, but Macragge may not need so many Space Marines as commanders."

"When his army brings more planets into the empire's territory, he will have more planets to entrust and manage." Roger Dorn wiped his hair with a towel, walked out of the mist-shrouded bath, and stood Dry the warm misty moisture on your body at the door. "This could become a part-time mission, allowing the Space Marine command to participate in the administration of the Imperial frontiers during leisure periods during expeditions."

Robert Guilliman raised a hand, caution returning to his mind: "But will your Emperor allow me to occupy so many planets? I don't want to arouse unfounded suspicion for Macragge. , recognizing my behavior as a display of ambition.”

"It's okay, let Morse go talk to Malcador. My Olympia now has twelve star clusters as vassals. Although I currently entrust my friend Califon to be responsible for the management of these planets, the Imperial Prime Minister did not prevent Olympia's influence. The expansion of power." Perturabo said, suddenly curious whether what Morse said he was busy with happened to be related to the agreements or rules of the attached world of the original body's home planet.

"Then I will be the second Primarch with many vassal planets?" Robert asked, maybe he wanted to tell a joke, or maybe he finally confirmed that he could confess. "Macragge has actually gained de facto control over some of the surrounding planets."

"Perturabo is the second," Dorn corrected, "I am the first."

Perturabo sighed and reminded Robert in his surprised eyes: "Don't ask how big Dorne's small empire is, you will be shocked - because even I don't understand why Rogal Dorne can win The surrender of so many worlds.”

"They surrender, we accept. That's it."

"And you have to emphasize that you are the first," Perturabo said.

Some myths: war born-\u003eword born…

In addition, I am writing a plot related to the Fourth Legion in this novel recently. I recommend it (applause)