Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

In the 41st Millennium, whether the people of the Empire believe it or not, the whereabouts of most of the Primarchs have been inscribed under the reliefs of the Primarch Memorial Hall in Macragge, the Eternal Lighthouse, and will never change for thousands of years. Among these, only the Eighth Primarch Konrad Curze is a unique exception.

Although no one knows that Konrad Coates is still alive in the world, and even many families still use the mysterious legend of death at midnight to warn children not to continue to be unwilling to fall asleep at night when they are still awake, but for thousands of years, No one can prove or publish the evidence.

In any case, after leaving the Empire with the Inquisition, an important institution that had dominated the foundation of the Empire's legal system for thousands of years, Konrad Curze, along with his Eighth Legion, disappeared forever from the bright side of the Empire. Only through the mouths of the most secretive and daring Emperor's Memoirs could people learn that not only had Konrad not died, but that his meetings with other Emperor's heirs were not even uncommon.

For this reason, Konrad Coates' deliberate attempt to conceal his existence is particularly difficult to understand. However, combined with the primarch's secretive personality that has never been disclosed even to his home planet, perhaps his "disappearance" is not unexpected or unreasonable. ——"Conrad Curze: Nighthaunt Gorewarden"

One of the first tools invented by man was the rope.

More than 100,000 years ago, between cliffs and rivers, humans threaded ropes through stone balls with holes to wrap around the legs of beasts. About 40,000 years ago, humans used rattan ropes to bind the wooden handles of bones. Humans use ropes to hunt, farm, and maintain their lives. They live in groups in the same cave or thatched hut and spend every rainy night and cold winter.

When the need for survival was no longer urgent, human footprints continued to expand, and ropes were used in more conditions. When hiking up snow-capped mountains, humans use ropes to move in groups and connect with each other. When crossing rivers and valleys, humans used ropes to build bridges and ropeways to allow people on both sides to travel freely. Connection, connection, series, these concepts are inherently present deep in the genes of the human race.

In the dark and ancient times, almost instinctively, human beings slowly moved hand in hand in the great cycle of competition and cooperation. Therefore, the first expeditionary immigration fleet, under the attention of all mankind, departed from the ancient human home planet of Old Terra. Set sail, full of uncertain hopes and false fantasies, into the eternal sea of ​​stars that is expected, doubted, feared and longed for.

And with the navigation of subspace suddenly interrupted, this network of human civilization derived from blood, culture and identity was suddenly destroyed in the ruthless and desperate storm of the old night. The connection is cut off, the connection is terminated, and the light of the stars that symbolizes civilization is far away and lost in the deepest part of the dark universe.

It wasn't until Terra's star torch lit up and the Emperor's light gradually shone across the world that mankind finally faintly saw the thin rope that was swaying in the storm, but it was enough to reconnect mankind. However, even as the Imperial Skyhawk strives to bring the galaxy under its broad wings, the connection between people still cannot return to the closeness it had before the Old Night.

The instability and delay of communication and navigation still stand in front of civilization, which cannot be overcome or solved.

Years ago, Morse learned of the Webway, the Emperor's only solution. Although even if humans really take control of this road built by ancient civilizations, the complete decline of the old alien civilization has proven that the Webway cannot guarantee the permanent survival of humans, they still have to hold on to the only string in their hands, Feel your way forward.

Perturabo's proposal for the network a few days ago almost triggered a strong objection from Morse. In fact, he had caused it.

The Iron Lord insisted that the Space Marines, Adeptus Custodes, and Adeptus Mechanicus monks could not assume the responsibility of exploring new areas of the Webway and opening up new paths. Only the Primarchs had the ability to do this, and Morse had to ask Perturabo Repeatedly emphasize the dangers and disasters involved.

When Perturabo proposed to take a step back, he would only use Morse's spell structure combined with his own newly designed mechanical structure to mass-create simulated machines controlled by Perturabo himself for deep exploration of the webway and When used for other work, Morse had to admit that this might be what Perturabo wanted at the beginning, and it was only after the previous heated discussion that Morse was able to reluctantly grant permission.

Although the craftsmen still do not approve of Perturabo's risky approach of dividing consciousness in batches. Just for the sake of the webway—well, Perturabo convinced him anyway.

But today, Morse saw a second possibility.

Sousa is a remote planet close to the edge of the galaxy, almost reaching the edge of Ultramar and even the edge of the Ultimate Star Field. Outside of this, there is only darkness and silence that humans had not yet had time to explore, and now have long lost the conditions for exploration.

But Sosa is a beautiful planet with azure oceans and dense forests. It is like spring all year round and is free from disasters and harmlessness. If it were not that only lower animals such as birds and insects live here, Sosa's livable environment would bring Humanity's sense of belonging is not even weaker than that of Olympia, not to mention the solar system Terra whose lifeline is completely dependent on supplies from other worlds.

Barabas Dantioch and Alexis Polux discovered this planet and brought to it city planning unique to the Iron Warriors and welfare measures common to the Ultramarines.

Construction had begun after Perturabo obtained a temporary warrant from Lord Macragge for them.

On the flat land between the sea and the interior, the city of Sotopolis is rising. Seventeen concrete streets spread out in the open space. The soil left as wheat fields and the undeveloped construction site are separated by a public station. Looking. The Ultramarines' fortresses will be built outside the city and in orbit, and shuttles will shuttle to and from spaceports in the mountains and oceans. With the servitors working without rest, the rail transit will circle the city or travel between urban areas and fields, free of charge for anyone to ride.

Within a year, Robert Guilliman would divide the immigrants of nine hundred families to go here and thrive in this beautiful environment.

Behind Sotopolis, Pharos Mountain suddenly appears with its dark green woods and rocky cliffs on its summit.

This twelve-kilometer-long basalt mountain range is so tall that it seems out of place. Several regular hollows appear on the surface of the mountain. The rocks at the entrance of the caves surprisingly transition from dark gray to transparent black stone like glass, like a flute. hole, waiting to be awakened and played with music at the right time by the power enough to blow the entire Pharos Mountain.

Morse walked up Pharos Mountain. Out of some caution, he did not use his psychic powers as usual - in fact, between these dark rocks, he felt that the tide of subspace was being directed in some way. of guidance and inhibition.

"These black stones are older than the outer rocks," said Perturabo, or one of Perturabo's "rings," and Morse was curious as to why Perturabo was named that way. . "But there is no sign of weathering. The integrity of the rock defies the laws of nature."

Morse used golden runes to create a crack on the surface of the black stone and stared at its changes.

"Self-healing ability." Perturabo whispered, feeling as if his voice was being absorbed by these dark stones.

"This is a mountain range that can transmit information and images across countless light years." Morse said, "No matter how many wonders there are, they should not be unexpected. Come on, the two Space Marines are waiting for you at the top of the mountain. ”

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