Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"To: Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors who has not yet broken through Satrada

"Talking to someone who can foresee the future and is happy to accept the mission he has chosen is probably one of the most relaxing things I have encountered in the past few decades.

"I believe we all know what kind of person you were at the beginning, so there is no need to talk about it. Your current achievements have made you one of the most eye-catching characters in the galaxy. Considering that this is a private letter, I am willing to talk about others boldly.

"Magnus, his Prospero is now an ideal temple of knowledge, and the rebuilt Tizca Library houses countless treasures of human wisdom. The Templar lecturers gathered around him, exploring and managing the expansion of knowledge, just as the pyramids of the five schools surrounded the central library.

"Thirty years are enough to change a person and reshape his reshaped personality, but I somehow feel that these times seem to be solidified in that red guy. Well, maybe this is a scholar.

"Before leaving his mental world, I asked him where he was going next.

"Magnus told me that the Tuchucha Engine was trembling underground, trying to find the direction it should go. Of course, under the joint blockade of the Emperor, Malcador and Magnus, it could not go anywhere. But its movement pointed to a unique green planet, Caliban, that was its name.

"I asked Magnus if he wanted to find an angel brother for himself like Conrad Curze, although this angel might not be as bright as Sanguinius.

"Magnus quickly refused, saying that it would be better to let the Emperor go by himself. He was afraid of encountering a second Mortarion who would pester him. It is said that the body he left on the throne world Terra could hardly smell normal.

"I finally asked him why he placed a plate of miniature lemons, the fruit version of the Mechanicus, at the core of the table. According to the logic of psychological correspondence, does this mean that after seeing Dorn turn red, he still couldn't help but taste one himself, and left an indelible impression. Before I finished asking, the mental world disappeared on the spot, and I had to return to Baal.

"Then I pulled Malcador back and asked him who would go to Caliban to find out. The Imperial Regent answered that Leman Russ was the man Magnus had recommended himself.

"Leman Russ, whose Fenris had only existed so far in his seemingly unrestrained mouth, never concealed his loyalty to the Emperor alone. It was hard not to be curious about what would happen between Leman Russ and the unknown Primarch on Caliban.

"Rogal Dorn, you know him better than I do. A well-deserved Imperial Fist, his Legion's name is probably the best description of him. Speaking of which, the few days you passed by Inwit were also relaxed and harmonious, at least compared with Prospero's Soul-Eating Bees in front and Nuceria's Ghosts behind, it was a smooth journey.

"If he could pay more attention to his mouth, there would be no regrets.

"I sincerely suggest that after you finish fighting the Satrada Abyss, you should find some brothers from all over the galaxy who are easy to get along with. However, there are not many people left now. The Primarch on Caliban has been taken over by Riemann, who has picked up the job. The temperament of the remaining eleven is unknown, but the five and nineteen seem to be easy to deal with.

"Conrad Curze, I think after visiting Gomor, no one else will want to visit his hometown for the second time. The same is true for Nostramo. Although it is unexpected, it is reasonable for him to choose to visit Baal. The connection between him and the Archangel Baal is even greater than that of any other Primarch.

"It's just that I think he just wanted to find someone to curse the prophecy with him at first, but now he has become the only one who can't see the trajectory of the world we are in. It's really worth lamenting. Even Mortarion can use the counting compass without a teacher.

"In addition, the report from his little friend Victor mentioned that they seemed to have encountered a group of creatures called Furnaceborn or something, and they seemed to be able to communicate. Recently, they are trying to see if they can start a stable trade.

"As for Sanguinius, he was ready to welcome the Emperor from the beginning. It was his ghoul army that really needed to make up its mind to welcome its gene-father.

"No need to waste words or exhort, he will come by himself, much less troublesome than Robert Guilliman, who still reluctantly misses his own area. Just like you always spend your efforts on the Olympia Cluster.

"Where his future will go is probably an uninterpretable and unpredictable mystery. He has many things hidden in his heart. At least he never told Konrad Curze how much he liked Curze's collection of wine.

"Ferrus Manus, it's difficult for me to evaluate him. I don't know him-mentioned him. I remembered that I didn't comment on Fulgrim. It seems that I am old and my memory is not clear. If he must have some kind of crux, I believe it is not actually in his competitive heart. Just as if a phoenix falls one day, the arrow that hits his wings cannot be simply called perfect.

"Angron, by the throne, the journey to Nuceria is second only to the journey to the Underworld, and is on a par with the days of Prospero!

"However, since Nuceria and the worlds of Ultramar signed a series of economic and political agreements, it has rapidly developed into an pastoral-style high-quality agricultural world. 'The flowers are blooming on the ground, and the time to repair potatoes has arrived. The voice of the turtle dove is also heard within our borders', so after the Olympiad, Angron packed a video and sent it to Robert Guilliman to make up for the latter's regret of not being able to witness the grand event.

"Angron also brought a message to Magnus on Robert's behalf after that, saying that Robert Guilliman had finally given up on practicing psychic powers, and asked if he could directly exercise protection against psychic powers, or other methods that could resist psychic powers. If Mortarion hadn't left the next time Angron returned to Terra, Robert might have gotten an answer that at first seemed like a blessing from heaven.

"By the way, let me tell you something good that I recently dug out in my collection. I found that I recorded your three-pointed shock, three-pointed expression when you saw Dorne returning to the world from the Killing Blood Realm with his skull transmitter. Partly sad, partly embarrassed, partly moved, and partly overwhelmed. Those images are posted in the photo album I made for you, and I will treasure them.

"From Roboute Guilliman to Horus Luperkar, their characters are either well known, or I have just described them to you in detail in my letters last year. It will not be too late for me to share them if other strange things happen later.

"Lorgar Aurelion. I got his file from Malcador. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of religious enthusiast for a long time - every time he arrives in a place, if the mission goes well, he will consolidate The local fanatical atmosphere dedicated to the empire. Once the mission failed, they directly used the Heavenly Punishment Artillery. Even the knight families who cooperated with it developed a knight armor called the Heavenly Punishment Fear Knight.

"He is probably the most fundamentalist of the expedition. Perhaps his legion should not be called the Word Bearers, but should be renamed the Crusaders. I guess it is only because of his amazing efficiency in the expedition that the Emperor has not carried him away so far. Lesson to Terra.

"And there is actually a series of manuscripts on Colchis that the Emperor and a few people messed up in his early years. I really didn't expect that - at that time, the Emperor still dreamed of playing the role of a god to save his people. Now... at least he doesn't admit it.

"Alas, not even a complete copy of Hamlet can be found in the galaxy, only fragments of Eliot's The Waste Land remain, and Edgar Allan Poe's works disappeared because some people took them literally to summon evil spirits. Why Lorgar How could it be that when he was born in the yellow sand, there was a box of Bibles buried neatly next to the nursery?

"Well, this may be related to the fact that Colchis was one of the first planets where immigrants settled when humans first entered the universe and explored the star sea. The ancestors who did such extraordinary and arduous things often had unshakable faith - —Or was paid a good sum of money. Faith can be born of ideas, or it can be born of religion. Perhaps the immigrants of Colchis belong to the latter.

"Speaking of the Heavenly Punishment Dread Knight, I wonder if you have seen its design drawings. It is simply too stupid to understand. Its driver is fixed directly in front of the outside of the armor, wearing only a suit of power armor, instead of protecting himself on the knight. Inside the armor, put all your trust in the energy shield and faith in your Emperor?

"Don't design war weapons like this in the future, even if you let the driver wear a Terminator, don't do it.

"Vulkan is a very nice person. If you want a new friend, my suggestion would be the Fire Dragon Lord. On the one hand, his character is trustworthy. On the other hand, he is the same height as Alpharius and Omega. The primarch with the biggest gap, no need to worry about any disguise from Hydra.

"This letter is the longest one I have written recently. I wish you will finish fighting the Satrada Abyss soon. The Emperor will have more tasks for you. I bet you will not only be on a planet named Ni The Judgment Theater is being built on Kaia’s planet. There is also a battle report hidden on his desk.”

Morse folded the letter, threw it into the chain of transmitted spells, and threw it towards Perturabo. To be precise, this causes the letter to silently fall into a cabinet, setting off the alarm measures installed by Perturabo.

He looked at the sky of Baal. It was not too late. Conrad Curze had been staying in the sky recently, and Sanguinius had crawled into the crater of Baal. He was seizing the time to send Baal to Baal before the Emperor arrived. People spread the glorious ideas of the Great Crusade in order to better integrate with the expedition fleet.

Heavy gravitational tides, man-made weapons attacks, and geological evolution over the years have created a semi-natural huge circular crater in the Balti Seraphim Mountains, isolated from radiation sand and dust, which is an impeccable prototype of a theater.

Over the years, this has been the place where the Archangel of Baal preached to his people and conveyed his beliefs and orders. The archangel with two wings climbed onto the white stone carved platform in the center of the crater, spread his arms, and began to preach among the tens of thousands of Baal people gathered here. His blond hair seemed to absorb and radiate the blazing brilliance of the sun at the same time.

In the beginning, years ago, Sanguinius stood here.

At that time, he was still a strange boy who fell from the sky. His wings were folded behind his back, which could only help him fly unsteadily in the hot wind. Any Baal who heard of his existence suspected whether he was one of the mutants, intentionally or unintentionally breaking into their pure-blooded humans in an attempt to gain trust.

But after the first speech, no, from the moment Sanguinius stepped onto the stage, the pureblood tribes knelt willingly at his feet and swore to follow.

Under his leadership, Baal's major tribes learned to move from being divided and fighting each other to a united front against mutants.

Sanguinius' unparalleled leadership gave Baal's warriors infinite strength, and angels descended from the sky, holding spears in the strong wind and charging into the battlefield. Each shot could cut a bloody wrath, spreading the flames for the warriors in advance. A bloody trail and road.

My most recent public speech was a few years ago. That day, Sanguinius declared Baal's war against the tide of mutants victorious. Since then, the angel's triumphant smile has been regarded as an eternal artistic theme by Baal's painters, and is depicted on all flat and curved surfaces that can express reverence.

Today's call was unexpected and expected by everyone. The angel sat on a stone platform washed with hot sand, his posture relaxed, his wings hanging down, wrapping comfortably around the archangel's body.

He is not only here as a leader, he is here as a friend and guide.

"I have stayed here long enough," Sanguinius said. "I want to set off to various places in the galaxy, such as the Sol Sector, the Ultramarine Sector, small sectors, galaxies, and many more. world."

"I will go on the road among the stars, walking in front of you, looking for more people to come and go for you. In the ashes of the artillery fire. In the shaking of the wheat. I will find the path for you to take. This is me. Looking forward to dedicating it to you.

"In this way, I have to place the Baal Star in front of you and return your home to yourselves.

"I have shouldered enough of the burden of managing you, and I can no longer bear it alone. Your troubles, your troubles, and your luck are ultimately yours.

“All you have to do is guard your minds diligently, follow your wisdom and prudence, keep the law, and listen to my voice and the voice of the Empire.

"The Human Empire will take care of your lives and your well-being. If it doesn't have it, ask me for it."

Inside the crater surrounding the high platform, pure-blood warriors imitated the postures of angels, sitting on the ground and listening intently to the archangel's teachings.

Under the gentle publicity these days, people have long known that the time for angels to return to the starry sky is near, and although their souls are still on the ground, they have seen a brilliance that is higher than hope.

There was a soldier among them, but he didn’t know when he appeared or who his identity was. He stood, not covering up his height or the golden light on his body, but miraculously not being noticed by anyone.

Like any warrior present, he listened intently to the angel's words, nodding slightly as others on the field responded to the angel's call.

“You must choose leaders who are wise, knowledgeable, and moral according to the tribes and tribes I have redivided according to your needs, get to know them, and be governed by your approval.

“Do not steal, do not frame, do not oppress, do not covet other people’s houses and belongings.

“Do not go to war with your fellow men, do not fight with one another. Do not harm others without reason, do not rob, deceive, murder, or betray.

"Don't do things without forgetting the principle of righteousness. Don't judge other people's appearance, don't think about other people's dignity, don't think about wealth or poverty. Don't accept bribes.

“Don’t kill your son for his father’s sake, don’t kill your father for his own sake, don’t bend justice. Don’t cure sins outside yourself.

"The empire will allow you to do many things, but the above things are prohibited by me. I think these are not good, and are selfishness other than peace and loyalty, so I give these instructions to you.

"Don't be afraid to ask for the reward you deserve. I encourage you to cherish where you are.

“Do what is good. Honor your parents, love your children, be friendly to your friends, be close to your wife or husband. Do these things with all your heart and with all your strength.

"When the time comes to fight against the empire and your enemies, and you see many weapons and men, do not be afraid of them. I will be ahead of you then, and I will make a covenant with you.

"If there is something difficult to do, or a decision that is impossible to make, leave it in the parliament and present it to me. I will not leave and never return, or bid you farewell forever.

"But don't ask about everything. I will be busy and you will discover how good you are at surviving. You raised me and allowed me to be your leader. You created this and brought it to yourselves. "

The angel stood up, flapped his wings, and rose into the air. He stretched his arms to both sides, his noble head lowered compassionately, his white wings spread out, and his golden rings were as bright as stars.

He looked down upon his people.

“Do not worship idols made with human hands, made of wood or stone. Do not set up pillars, do not worship images, and do not offer burnt offerings to them.

"It can't hear, it can't see, it can't smell, it has no real divinity. It has no miracles, no deeds, it is not awesome, it has no use. When you encounter all the difficulties, you look for it, but you can't find God.

“If anyone makes an idol, a graven image, or a molten image, or sets it up in secret, he must be removed.

“If any of you claim to be a prophet who dreams dreams, or an apostle of your gods, do not be afraid, do not obey or hide, for that is deceit and seduction and rebellion, and put away such sins from your midst.

"Follow your laws, laws, regulations, and precepts, and do not swerve to the left or the right. I love yourselves, and I hope you love yourselves.

“In this way, there will be water, oil, salt, livestock, grain, wine, honey, grapes, clothes, and houses.

"Today I have handed over life, blessings, death and disasters to you one by one."

"Now, the time of my destiny has arrived." The angel lowered his eyes and smiled softly and lovingly, "He is already among us."

After saying this, the angel folded its wings and slowly glided downwards, its distinct white feathers seeming to be immersed in golden light.

He fell in front of the golden man. The man in golden armor raised his quiet and solemn face and stretched out his rough hand upwards.

The angel held the Emperor's hand and continued to fall until he knelt silently at the Emperor's knees, crystal tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking in the dust.

Where the tears fell, snow-white stone flowers bloomed on the barren and filthy soil of Bawei'er.

Under the blazing sun of Baal, the Blood Angels were born here.