Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

In the 40th millennium, among all the Primarchs still walking in the human world according to official records, the Crimson King Magnus was the most reclusive and rare to see, so much so that some folk scholars who tried to please the public often proposed that Magnus no longer exists in the world, and all traces are forged by the successive chief think tanks of the Imperial Academy of Astrology and the Thousand Dust Sun.

Such absurd and blasphemous rants can always lead to investigation, trial and purge by the Imperial Ministry of Justice and the Tribunal of Sins in the shortest possible time. However, even though he is surrounded by many rumors, the Lord of the Fifteenth Legion still rarely appears in the world. Only in a few glorious celebrations with the highest level of importance in the empire, mortals are lucky enough to get a glimpse of the origin of this red-haired and red-skinned man in the full channel broadcast. Stunningly elegant body shape.

Perhaps for this silent and lonely scholar, rumors are just the least noteworthy wisp of dust among his many experiences. ——"Magnus: Map of Purgatory"

Roboute Guilliman felt that something must have gone wrong unknowingly. Regarding what happened to him, he has listed many alternative possibilities without telling anyone, and has carefully verified them one by one in his life and work. Unfortunately, he has not received the answer until now. .

It all originated from two brief meetings. He and Perturabo needed to negotiate on the construction of a transit space station on a gaseous planet. Thirty minutes after the signal was cut off, the new information reported to him by the Meditator was: He provided a new idea, so he quickly contacted the Lord of Steel again, waiting for the other party's holographic image to appear in front of him again.

At the moment when the image was constructed, Robert Guilliman's keen senses immediately reminded him that some subtle changes had occurred in Perturabo. However, his busy mind, which was scattered with countless parallel thoughts, could not distinguish it at the first time. An extremely subtle distinction.

In the following conversation, Robert Guilliman's curiosity forced him to cut off the two least important threads and focus his brain's calculations on Perturabo.

Finally, five minutes later, he thought silently in his mind: Did Perturabo change the model of the fifth cable on the right side of his head when looking from the front?

If it were just this little thing, Guilliman wouldn't be alarmed. But meeting Perturabo twice in succession on Macragge was another matter.

That day, he was jogging steadily along a small corridor leading from the inner courtyard to the office, holding two thick stacks of paper documents in his hands. When he was looking straight ahead, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Perturabo's dark side in the corner of his vision. The matte cable's signature hair turns away from him.

After only half a second of hesitation, Guilliman lost the opportunity to greet his brother.

He didn't pay much attention to it. After arriving at the office, he just put down the heavy official documents and prepared to deal with today's regional conflict issue between planets: there are two neighboring planets that are at war with each other all the year round, and often intermittently involve other surrounding planets in conflicts, causing wars. of overflow. After the Ultramarines gained leadership in both places at the same time, Guilliman deemed it necessary to host a special mediation meeting for the sake of long-term regional peace and prosperity.

Then, Perturabo knocked on the door of his office rhythmically, and appeared in front of him with a data board with a bright screen: "My subordinate asked him if he has the right to detect the surface conditions of some planets. And take over the regional governance on behalf of the Ultramarines. If you don’t have the right to detect, can you send a team of Ultramarines to provide supervisory assistance as soon as possible.”

"Of course you have the right. I will then write three temporary warrants for the Imperial Fists, the Iron Warriors, and the World Eaters." Guilliman said, taking out his quill. "You have proven your individual character, and together we Move forward for an ideal, so I will not begrudge my trust. "

A small emotional void was struck in Perturabo's perpetually serious expression. "Be careful, Robert." The Lord of Steel said deeply, "Don't give your precious trust so easily."

"Am I going to have eternal doubts about my brothers and comrades?" Guilliman shook his head in disapproval, "This is not something a Primarch would do, let alone an action a qualified commander would allow."

"Okay." Perturabo stopped refusing.

There was too much work in the expedition, the Primarchs were too busy, and everyone was well aware of their heavy responsibilities, so there was no time for repeated testing of language; this was not only a wasteful luxury, but also a waste of time for each other. Emotionally and mentally insulting.

"But...Perturabo, did you go in the other direction just now?" Robert said confused.

"Huh?" Perturabo was stunned for a thought. This moment was almost too insignificant to be noticed, but Robert still caught it, which only increased his doubts and hundreds of new reasonable or barely reasonable speculations. .

"Yes, I'll deliver the documents," Perturabo said later.

After this incident, Robert Guilliman began to deliberately pursue the subtle clues surrounding Perturabo's abnormal appearance.

Speculations such as "Perturabo learned psychic apparition" and "I fell into a trance after taking Magnus's introductory psychic course" were crossed out one after another, and Perturabo was miraculously anywhere at any time. The phenomena that appear increase as time goes by.

If - if the abnormality only appeared in Perturabo, Robert Guilliman doubted that he could continue to endure it while exploring the truth.

However, one day, when Guilliman went to Perturabo's workshop, which had been turned into a discussion room for the original body, to discuss some military and political affairs, he saw with his own eyes the descendant of Perturabo, Barabas Dantioch. It briefly appeared at the door of Perturabo's Ironblood workshop and then disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace like a fleeting and strange image.

And Guilliman is very sure that since Dantioch participated in the Battle of Osiris, he has never returned to the Iron-Blooded Glory Queen-class battleship docked in the orbit of Macragge, whether it was an open fleet entry or exit registration, or a secret All of their dealings were completely undetected by the entry-exit system that the Ultramarines were gradually improving.

Finally, when he saw Perturabo and Dantioch talking openly face to face, and was shocked to find that there was not even a shadow under Dantioch's feet, he mustered up the courage to choose the most likely one among countless guesses. That one, with the courage and determination of the Lord of Macragge, grabbed Perturabo's arm and growled in a serious tone: "Tell me, are you Alpharius?"

Perturabo raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"The time and place of your appearance conflict with each other. Are you Alpharius in disguise?" Guilliman asked nervously, his throat as dry as if he had just eaten thirty hard pancakes freshly delivered from the Agricultural World. "I have collected enough evidence!"

"Oh," Perturabo laughed, his hard arm muscles relaxing visibly, "I thought Alpharius wasn't that tall, Robert."

"Then you are..." Robert Guilliman felt the nervousness dissipate with his next breath. "How did you do it?"

Perturabo signaled Dantioch to wait a moment, and then said to Guilliman: "The principles in this area are more complicated, and considering some confidentiality regulations, I can't tell you everything. You can understand that I am making my own The Primarch Guards, and the cutting-edge technology and unspoken private skills make those artificial things look no different from me. "

"Doesn't this violate the laws of the empire?" Robert asked.

"No artificial intelligence, no forbidden rituals. I guess I didn't break any rules, man."

"You should know that we are too busy recently. I can't continue to integrate all urgent tasks with a single body and limited neural cables, which seriously affects the transmission efficiency of information input and output. Rest assured, they are not powerful, and once I lose With my own mind control, they are just an empty iron shell that will collapse and shrink in an instant - I decided to name my guard the Iron Ring."

Guilliman seemed to understand, but his confusion lay mainly in the feasibility of this mysterious technology. No matter what, he reluctantly accepted Perturabo's explanation and prepared to rewrite the list of questions and ask in detail later.

Now there is another question.

"So, brother, why is Barabas Dantioch's projection here?"

Perturabo's eyes fell on his warrior.

"Introduce your new discovery to both of us, Dantioch."

The combat system of Rogue Trader is simply amazing. If the team is dispersed during melee combat, everyone will enter the battle on the spot (accent), instead of others teleporting to the battlefield or being able to move freely...

In addition, the naval battle is not as good as 4399. The very bad naval battle makes my blood pressure rise.