Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"What am I to you, that you command me to love you? Please speak, my heart is listening." - "The Book of Lorgar"

Lorgar Aurelion was not sure whether there was any meaning hidden in the triple ring of the Cheorwon. He knew that according to the most commonly used counting habits of humans, only ten numbers from zero to nine were available, and in too many cases, Sensitive numbers do not constitute any additional occult meaning other than coincidence.

But Perturabo's presence makes everything uncertain.

The Lord of Iron, one of the most eye-catching Morning Stars among all the Primarchs who have returned, is famous for his vast sea of ​​thoughts and unrivaled torrent fleet. He has good or above friendship with almost all Primarchs, infinite Endless talents for display, achievements accumulated over decades, and a distant mother star blessed by a sea of ​​stars; and when all these radiances are superimposed with a small amount of secrets in the shadows, all the light becomes as if it has a double meaning.

What is the Father? What is the Son? Who is with the believers and the church? Lorgar recalled the scriptures he had read, and he derived these three essences from His inspired Word. Are they the same, or are they separate? One entity, or three?

The Cheorwon closely connects three concentric circles. Maybe this sounds too far away, but is this a coincidence, or is it a belief brought about by a flash of Perturabo's extensive thinking?

Or is it, further, a silent hint sent by Him through the actions of His children to those who bear the truth?

Lorgar gently brushed away these thoughts and instead happily admired the space fortress itself built by Perturabo.

The person who came to pick him up was a war blacksmith he didn't know. His body wrapped in iron armor seemed to have suffered some kind of trauma, which made his movements no longer agile, and his voice was different from the usual Astartes. , also more hoarse. Lorgar quietly slowed down by observing the surrounding scenery.

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"We usually conduct combat training in the virtual battlefield of the Court of Narni, and when necessary, visit some scenes that once existed," the war blacksmith said. "Lord Perturabo and Craftsman Morse are waiting there. You, lord primarch."

"Does he want to share some scenes with me?" Lorgar guessed, looking down at the warsmith's head. "My brother mentioned to me that he needed to get some of the images from my heirs that he had avoided during the campaign."

"I think that may be so, my lord."

They boarded the shuttle, traveled through corridors, and entered elevators until they reached the ground floor of the Cheorwon's center ring.

The iron door was not closed, and a voice could be heard vaguely from the crack of the door: "...I mentioned that I am busy, Lord of Iron, why are you looking for me everywhere on Shenfeng Platform?"

Luojia approached the iron door, and the door automatically opened completely in front of him. Perturabo and Morse were each sitting on a quarter-arc bench, chatting about some of their own topics.

"You're here anyway, Morse."

Perturabo, having said his last words to Morse, rose to greet Lorgar, and invited him to sit opposite him.

"Dantioch, you can stay too, there is still an open seat." Perturabo said.

The war blacksmith who was about to leave paused in confusion, turned around and walked towards his genetic father, sitting in the last empty seat.

"Perturabo finally mercifully added a circle of chairs to this room for you," Morse smiled, without specifying the person he was talking to. "Now you don't have to lie on the same floor."

"The seat is very good," said Lorgar, smiling. "You are a very good man, Perturabo. So, what wonders can I see here?"

Perturabo chose to follow his usual habit of getting straight to the topic they were supposed to talk about first.

"As you guessed, I will first show you the memory we recovered in the hearts of your warriors. It comes from the flesh and blood structure, it does not belong to the system of psychic spellcasting, it is just the spirit that escapes outwards. The energy fluctuates, but the subjective idea of ​​spreading and expanding is extremely strong, so it can be captured by people with psychic sensitivity.”

Perturabo made no secret of what he heard Lorgar Aurelion say inside the Cheorwon.

Of course, Lorgar thought, the whole Battlestar was his eyes and ears, his will carried through it, he listened with everyone's ears and spoke with everyone's voice.

"This time, are there memories in the remains of the heretics?" Lorgar asked, leaning forward slightly. He still remembered that the dead in the hospital wing did not store any spiritual consciousness themselves.

Morse crossed one leg and took over. The details that followed were his domain.

"Not an accurate description, Primarch." Morse said, "First of all, it is not a remains, but a group of transformed living creatures. Secondly, the memories we found do not belong to the dead, but to ——I think it belongs entirely to the past of this Randan alien."

He waved his hand and drew some golden strokes in the air: "Its thinking habits and the way it perceives the world are very different from humans. In short, if you directly enter the memory, neither of you will be able to see it." Understand.

"So, I recoded it and tried to restore those lingering moments as much as possible after losing part of the information content."

"Also, it's not that I don't want to color it, but within the memory of this alien, everything seems to only have shades of color, instead of everything from red to yellow to purple like us. , you may see more colors, Primarchs, but these colors have never been named by human culture...

"One picture per second, I'm not interested in sixty pictures per second."

More than ten consecutive pictures gradually took shape, each of them similar. Obviously, this was a memory in which things were relatively static.

Its content remains difficult to decipher. A large number of blocks of different shades of color are stacked on the plane like mountains. Some materials seem to be harder, while others are soft. Some deep to burnt color spots are distributed on the color blocks.

"Cannon burn marks?" Luojia thought thoughtfully.

"Yes," Morse shrugged, "At least that's what I think, considering this is the past of the aliens, they should have done it themselves.

"These substances, from the level of perception other than vision, after some analysis, it can be known that they are all made of the flesh and blood of living creatures. And our protagonist, this alien's memory of this place, it... during the voyage to Before the outpost, I had my roots here.”

"Is it a plant?"

"No, maybe we shouldn't use conventional animal and plant classifications to distinguish this species. Because in its cognition, part of this flesh-and-blood land is also its kind. And it is happy to coexist with them. . Unique alien sociology, right.”

Lorgar Aurelion whispered: "The more we think about pagan ideas, the more anxious and fearful we become. This is brought about by the love for Him in our hearts, and this love makes some people fight against heretics. Exhausted in the struggle of his mind, until he is no longer able to ward off evil, his spiritual life will fade away, and he will not be able to counter it with thinking and understanding."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were clean and without any distracting thoughts: "This means that during the process of conquest, we must burn the land together, right?"

"If we go deep into the empire of blood, flesh and bone. For once I have to admit you are right," Morse said.

Lorgar did not take pleasure in praise.

"Still no news about the Second Legion?" he asked, this time with a touch of sadness that touched others. It makes him more human.

"When this alien arrived here a few years ago, the battle was over. The Second Legion chose to continue deeper, and this alien happily performed some transformations on the corpses that the Second Legion failed to recover after death." Moore. Si replied, golden pictures filling the air. "In a sense, it's not purely bad news."

Perturabo spoke: "That means that until then, they still have the ability and will to act independently."

Lorgar nodded: "I am very happy that my heir can bring us this information."

He looked around. From the external structure of this place, he could not see how this empty platform, except for the benches and the hammer handle standing in the center, had achieved the rumored function of the Court of Narni. effect.

The Word of Truth has been curious about this for some time.

"But, my dear brother, I would like to know why we have to come all the way to meet here?"

Perturabo seemed to sigh, and his eyes moved to Dantioch, then quickly looked back.

"That's another thing I stumbled across that I thought I needed to explain to you, Aurelion."

"Please." Lorgar Aurelion nodded.