Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Name!" the crowd shouted, "please tell us your name!"

The shouts were chaotic at first, but then gradually unified and converged, forming an extremely surging wave. Countless pairs of eyes looked at Perturabo with supreme expectation and reverence.

Mors watched Perturabo accept all this calmly, and put down the fruit in his hand.

Under the ceiling, in the theater, there were clear collisions between countless utensils and plates, the soles of shoes made repeated contact with the ground, and thunderous roars came from the palms of the hands.

Their cheers shook the theater, and amid the joyful singing and laughter, the goddess statue was transported into the theater through a delicate artistic structure.

The statue has a benevolent face, and is accompanied by a corolla, elixir, forget-me-not, fairy fruit, lotus, hyacinth, and rose. The perfume extracted from various flowers is sprinkled all over the body, symbolizing the most beautiful and good garden in the upper world. Compared with the statue many years ago that was only prepared for more than a month and whose shapes were often based on those of fishermen and peasant women, this statue is now not only more perfect in technique, but the focus of the depiction has also shifted more towards the holy, inhuman divinity. , to fit the solemnity of the entire scene.

Accompanying them were six female ceremonial officers wearing black veils, with graceful figures and gold-leaf masks on their faces, appearing in front of everyone with joy. They have been walking among the crowd for a long time, like an untouchable soft veil, passing through thousands of celebratory pores, like the fragrance of flowers, like ointment, like the softest shadow of all things, and the most appropriate pavement under the bright light. lining. When they came under the open sunlight, the crowd also became quiet, and the chaotic sounds were taken away from the venue, leaving only the softness and expectation of shadows and darkness.

The leader held a gold cup in one hand and a silver blade in the other, floating towards Perturabo who was facing the crowd like flowing clouds and black smoke.

"Please choose your name, my lord." The officer bowed and pointed the blade at himself, making it easier for Perturabo to take the exquisite handle engraved with talismans. "Let your name be shared with your blood." Enter the golden cup for the admiration of generations of Olympians.”

Morse turned more of his attention to the officials, looking into their eyes through the black gauze and gold foil. He saw pairs of pure human eyes, six of them, twelve eyes, each as clear and clear as crystal. Although it is strange in numbers, it is not unusual in the senses.

Nothing can be done without adding more entities, nor can anything be done regardless of fortune-telling.

He opened his vision of perception, and in a brief moment, countless people's minds passed by the edge of his soul. Time seemed to be broken into fragments of microseconds. He immersed himself in the ocean of joy, joy, jealousy and tiredness and examined thousands of thoughts, causing thousands of colors to scatter and slide between his fingers like sand and dust, and from the thousands of sentient beings. The sounds rose up until everything was stripped clear and pure to his senses.

He could find nothing dark and depraved.

In any case, he decided to place part of his power on Perturabo to avoid unexpected surprises. Ordinary distortions are not difficult to deal with.

Morse blinked and reached out to pat Perturabo's shoulder. The black cloth at his fingertips briefly touched the surface of the young man's skin.

"Perturabo," he whispered, "go, child. This is your name."

Perturabo nodded slightly to Morse and stood up from his seat. His shoulder muscles were tense as iron.

The young man took the silver knife from the officer's hand and made a cross cut on the palm of his right hand. He then made a fist and squeezed to further tear the wound. The blood dripped into the golden cup and merged into the clear water originally contained in the cup, gradually filling it into a complete golden red color. reflection.

"My name is Perturabo." Perturabo looked at his reflection, raised his head again, and looked around at everyone, "As a boy, I asked others to call me this, and as a man, I will let others call me this. "

"You expected me to choose a name that would honor our ancestors, I know. But I will not choose that way. Things have their own essence, and the essence cannot be tampered with, distorted, blasphemed, or shaken. Just like iron after it is reshaped It’s still iron, and it’s still the sun that rises after sunset.”

He raised his right hand high, scarlet blood overflowed from the fingers of his clenched fist, splitting and merging, gurgling down his wrist to his arm, and finally penetrated into the thin armor.

"If you ask what my name means, you are asking what the rain means before it irrigates the fields, what the wind does before it brings grass, what water does before it is drunk, what the sickle does before it cuts the wheat. What value does it have before? The value of a name never emerges from its appearance, but comes to the fore with the expressive power of the thing designated by the symbol.”

"One cannot be glorified by a name, but a name can be great by a person."

"Before I established my career, my name was just a series of strange syllables that required the combined use of tongue and air to pronounce; after I become famous in Olympia, my name will represent myself. My name is my essence, my The essence is myself.”

Perturabo put down his hand, and someone immediately came forward with gauze. Morse took a look and tapped the armrest of the seat with his fingers, causing the gauze to automatically wrap around Perturabo's hand.

The ceremonial officer took the golden cup and passed it on in a dancing posture. After the six people passed the ceremony, the golden cup was enshrined between the hands of the statue, which were deliberately left empty.

The crowd erupted in cheers until they noticed that Perturabo was not seated. The laughter receded layer by layer, leaving behind a majestic silence.

The young man clenched his hand unconsciously, his voice became heavier, and his glance almost made people lower their heads uncontrollably.

"A month ago, I sent messengers to the neighboring countries of Lokos to discuss political affairs of friendly exchanges. In the past week, my messengers returned one after another, bringing me different news. Some countries agreed to reach good terms with Lokos. Cooperate, but some countries foolishly refuse, ignoring the might of my strong army, Lokos, and want to continue the conflicts between people until the last drop of Olympia's blood."

"Undoubtedly, I will occupy their territory. A non-unified planet will surely perish in the future world. This is a warning from the stars and the sea." His blue eyes burned with cold cruelty, and soon this coldness was replaced by More anger ignited, bubbling in his words.

"However!" Perturabo raised his voice and stared at his audience for a long time. "There is a country that not only rejected our diplomatic request, but even despicably killed our heroic envoy and concealed the information. The remains of the Lokos people are sleeping in a country that deserves to be despised. It was not until the secret agent sent back the message today that we learned of this shocking news! Kaldis will pay for it all!"

He threw the silver knife suddenly, and the tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the ground, reaching the handle.

"Remember our fallen soldiers, our brave envoys, the heroes we celebrate, Miltiades, Patroclus, Reni, Falcon, Kondoa. Their blood was shed for Lokos! "

He sat back on the steel seat, straightened his back, and looked at Damex, Carifon, Harkon and Andos in the distance one by one, and then let his eyes stay at the main entrance of the Grand Theater.

"Command, the captains of Lokos's first to thirteenth companies will enter one after another. I want to review my soldiers."

"He also summoned the former 97th Company and the current Vice-Commander of the 84th Squadron of the Sixth Dalian Company to come in, take over the vacancy left by Miltiades, and be promoted to captain."

I’ll add an update later for the book club boss orz