Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

+To: The master of mankind who doesn’t know what he is busy with.

Most of your descendants have returned to the ranks of the Great Crusade. Judging from the prophecies I saw in the Crystal Maze - the reason why I mention the word prophecy now is not because I have become as blind as the Ark Eldar. The guidance of the visionary, but rather the self-bragging I am about to begin based on prophecy.

The specific situation is as follows: In most predictions and illusions, compared to the fixed timeline, in the 843rd year of the 30th millennium, four Primarchs have been exposed to your brilliance in advance. All over.

And most of them (referring to three) are directly related to your dear fourth son Perturabo, the list includes Perturabo, Konrad Curze and Angron.

I think you could therefore award Perturabo a yellow and black striped pennant in recognition of his indelible contribution to the Great Crusade.

Then, let's talk about what's next.

In theory, in about ten years, one of your expeditions will discover a savage world at the edge of the galaxy shrouded in a hellish fog, drifting sleepily around its dim sun.

The night of this planet is long and the day is short, but the proportion of night is still slightly lower than that of Nostramo, which has eternal night. Or, if you are interested in visiting Konrad Curze's lair, the Dark City of Gomor (I believe that in the not-too-distant future, the Webway will sooner or later dig through the shadow area of ​​Elin Drach at the bottom of Gomo), and you will find that maybe this planet is still a little bit pleasant.

In any case, this planet is undoubtedly unsuitable for human habitation in the conventional sense, and is more deadly than Nostramo.

Likewise, in the vision I shared with Conrad Coates, at some point in the long ages, the overlord of witchcraft brutally descended on the planet.

While waging wars of conquest against each other, they also halfheartedly attempted to bring the entire planet's indigenous peoples under their rule, spreading the horrors of disobedience and resistance in order to exploit them like slaves.

To be clear, I am not mocking you and your Unification War, Emperor. Nor is there any attempt to viciously insinuate your association with the voodoo overlords. You know, I respect your ideals and will so much.

And why I mentioned that planet, combined with the hint at the beginning of my psychic communication, I believe you must have the answer in your mind.

The reason why I must find you in advance is because ten years after the illusion, you left an unforgettable psychological shadow on the other party with just one outstanding heroic rescue. This is not a good thing.

By the way, his name is Mortarion. +

Morse poured a cup of steaming hot water into the blurry light and shadow in front of him. After passing through the built-in water circulation system of the small torpedo boat "Yan Ya", it was difficult to say where this cup of water appeared in liquid form. Come.

Regardless, it is clear that it will not cause fatal damage to Space Marines, mortal auxiliaries, or spell constructs.

The golden shadow did not reach out to pick up the water glass, which meant that he did not want to appear in physical form in person in the space ship where Morse was the only one.

After Perturabo made an hour-long temporary modification and deactivated most of the modules that Morse did not need, the only manual operations that the small boat currently required were astrology communication and star torch navigation. And this is exactly what Morse can accomplish easily on his own.

At this time, in order to maintain communication with the Emperor, the Cliff still drifted in the real universe, freely traveling within the debris belt created by dangerous space debris caused by old night technology.

To this day, some fragments still erupt in brief bursts of orange-blue fire when large objects pass by.

"Emperor," Mors said, his fingers slowly tapping the edge of the armrest of the seat, "I have shown you everything I know. What do you think about Mortarion?"

Only to the Lord of Mankind will Morse fully reveal what he saw in the prophetic vision. Maybe add Perturabo. Conrad doesn't count.

He believed that the Emperor's experience and thoughts could help him to identify future prophecies, understand how to make full use of the sharp weapons that the Thread of Destiny could provide, and avoid being cut by it.

"Maybe..." Jin Ying pondered, returning the right to speak to the silence between the two. Then, Jin Ying said: "I believe you have an answer."

"No, I didn't. Because it was your creation, and Mortarion was your son, not mine." Morse stopped tapping his seat. "For what he has experienced, no one but Some lamented that I no longer have superfluous opinions. "

"Okay, I understand what you mean," the Emperor replied, the light and shadow steadily transitioning between sparkling brightness and soft darkness.

This means that his eyes are not only looking at Morse's existence, but also paying attention to the direction of his own fleet.

During the Great Crusade, the fleet led by the Emperor itself was also one of the most important military forces. In a sense, the Lord of Mankind is indeed very busy.

"So do you have the answer?" Morse dusted his sleeves and pretended to brush away some dust floating on the black clothes. "If you do, I won't bother to care about Mortarion."

The natural environment of Barbarus was too harsh, and Morse did not want to remove the smell and taste modules he had just installed just for a primitive body that had nothing to do with him.

"Thou shalt not kill the sorcerous overlord for him." There were not many complex emotions such as hesitation or confusion in the emperor's words. "He thinks this is his revenge and merit."

The Emperor treated the matter as an urgent issue and discussed it in a calm tone. This means that he no longer responds to interpersonal interactions with conventional ennui and avoidance, nor does he try to disguise himself as someone else.

The Emperor was not truly afraid of the necessity of communication; as the guide of the Imperium of Man, he was often willfully distrustful and weary of it.

"Anything else?" Morse asked. "I do wonder what you would like to do."

"My First Returned Son, Horus Luperkar, has his own ideas about how to deal with people," the Emperor said. "I have no doubt that Mortarion would prefer to be closer to Horus than to me."

"In addition, his hatred of subspace is worthy of appreciation." The emperor's tone was extremely sure.

"Then what are we two subspace things talking about here?" Morse couldn't help but laugh.

The Emperor's image stabilized and became clearer. Unexpectedly, he was still wearing the dazzling golden armor, and every line on it was perfectly carved, exuding a hazy shimmer that was spontaneously generated.

"How to bring a boost to the Twilight Raiders," the Emperor said. "Don't leave in a hurry. You stay, Morse."

"Don't be like this, I won't put in a good word for you, Lord of Humanity." Morse sighed.

"I already know." The Emperor nodded, and a laurel wreath appeared on his head. "Activate the Geller force field."