Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 447 Confusion

“Loving Father: I stand before you, filled with confusion and trepidation.

"The leader of the church I trusted most was a lying viper, the priest I once alienated only proved his piety after committing a terrible sin. When my beloved brother fell to the ground, I supported another man I believed in. For our leader, but I feel in my heart that he is not happy about it. What have I done wrong?

"The things in front of me seem to overturn everything I know, and I am unable to discern the truth. Please give me wisdom and insight so that I can see the truth and distinguish right from wrong.

"Father, you have said, Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. I humbly pray for your revelation. Please reveal your truth to me and let me No more confused.

"Please enlighten me: Why did the Nemesis Blade come from Interrex in Perturabo to the distant Ullanor?

"Please tell me: Why did Magnus stop me in fear when I was praying in your holy territory?

"Please let me understand: How did No. 11 commit the crime of breaking through the shadow prison? Although I was the first to make the mistake, why didn't anyone stop him?

"Please let me understand: Why do members of the Illuminati want to rescue your children from the coming of the Tyrant Star? And is the darkest star deeply related to you? Is this your test, or is it our destiny? ?

“Please calm the fear in my heart and give me peace. For You have not given us a heart of fear, but of power, love, and self-control. May Your love fill my heart and drive away my fear. .

“Father, you are the way, the truth, and the life. I rely on your guidance and ask for your help, let me find your light in this fog.

“May your spirit fill my heart—if it reveals itself as the darkest spirit, I will be happy to do so.

“Please guide me and give me peace of mind.

"The above prayer is made in the name of the Lord, the Emperor of Mankind."

Lorgar Aurelion opened his eyes, and the candlelight in front of him danced in his eyes.

He said softly: "I hope you are not interrupting my meditation for no reason, Layak."

"Warmaster Perturabo invites you to meet with him, Aurelion." Zadu Layak answered beside him. "His messengers are waiting in the antechamber of the Law of Faith."

Aurelion nodded, placed his hand on the cover of the scripture manuscript placed on the altar, recited a few words quietly, and then left with his new chief priest.

In addition, the chief of the Muristan Order has not yet been elected. The internal harmony of this branch is too harmonious. At that time, almost all the high priests who followed Daniel on the Covenant asked for demotion, so that For a while, no one stepped forward to take on this important responsibility.

Luojia sighed quietly in his heart.

Perturabo knew clearly that although it was undoubtedly reasonable for him to take over the title of Warmaster, it was also unexpected.

The first candidate, Horus Luperkar, lies in the Emperor's flagship with the door closed, his life or death uncertain. While most of them recognized his achievements and personality as a war commander, they were secretly worried about the true fate of the Wolf Shepherd God.

Mors lamented this specifically in front of him, claiming that he should have just pretended that he had not heard Horus Luperkar's instructions when he was unconscious before he completely passed out, instead of rashly taking on an extra job that should not have been his. ——His power will not increase by a few percentage points, but his troubles will increase exponentially.

To this end, Perturabo spent several days talking to his brothers one by one. The content of their conversations was locked within the solid iron door of the Cheorwon, but the brothers who walked out of the room always had their doubts gone. , reaffirmed the mission in their hearts.

The Lord of Iron has already deeply understood from his life of the past two hundred years that only through spiritual communication can all brothers be truly united.

He discusses the current situation and analyzes each brother's responsibilities, including how to strengthen the empire's defenses, how to keep the morale of the army high, who can quickly respond to potential threats, and how to develop accurate battle plans to ensure that no one is ignore.

Later, he talked with them about their more personal needs and concerns, most of which revolved around their respective home planets and legions.

In addition, Perturabo was concerned about their concerns about Horus' situation, and he promised to find out the truth as soon as possible. He knew this was his own need as well.

The loss and reappearance of the old enemy Blade deeply troubled him and Mors. Horus should not have been assassinated on the eve of obtaining the greatest honor in his life.

When the Wolf God held Perturabo's hand and gasped and entrusted him with the responsibility of Warmaster; when Lorgar Aurelion painfully asked him why he wanted to protect Interrex, Perturabo It's hard to say how much emotional guilt he carries within himself.

Little Magnus delivered the sad news in his study that he had been lured away by the Silversmith, otherwise he would never have allowed a Primarch to run amok on Terra. Before the Emperor returned to Terra, he now dared not go anywhere but had to make a bunk in front of the Golden Throne every day.

Perturabo has been waiting for Lorgar to accept his invitation. Except for Konrad Curze who seems to have additional knowledge of the Holy Grail Expansion, only Lorgar Aurelion knows the most about No. 11 who caused the evil consequences. After all, they have We met several times.

Amid all this storm, the information about Alpharius and Omegan brought by Leon seemed less eye-catching. The twins had always behaved elusively and were accustomed to provoking disputes. The Macragge Incident more than a hundred years ago proved this. Perhaps all they needed was Malcador's rebuke and discipline.

"But we need to know that the Primarch who is most familiar with the Palace of Terra is not Rogal Dorn, not Magnus, and not you."

said Morse, his expression grimmer than when Leon Al'Jonson was doubtful. The craftsmen of the Empire visited the unconscious Horus Luperkar not long ago, and worked with the Emperor to destroy the lost enemy blade. At that time, the Emperor's expression was as solemn and unchanged as the king on the card, while Morse was angry.

"You all only know the part of the palace that you are responsible for, but Alpharius and Omega, they have penetrated into every corner of the palace, and they have appeared in several blood games. Although there is no reason for my suspicion, But yes, I think there is some suspicion on their part.”

"I'll consider your words," Perturabo promised, letting the Cheorwon's office door slide open in front of him. Morse dissolved into the air at the first crack in the door.

"I'm sorry for my omission in guarding the nemesis blade——"

"I shouldn't have brought Eleven back to Terra—"

The two Primarchs spoke almost at the same time. They were each stunned for a moment, and then Lorgar gave him a brief salute and sat down in front of his iron desk. The man with the truth words hesitated for a few seconds and then raised his eyes.

"What's that empty cage hanging up there, my dear Warmaster?" he said, seeming to regret his poor choice of opening words.

"A civilization I conquered once gave me a parrot as a gift," Perturabo said, "but I don't need the noise it brings in my office."

"Interex?" Lorgar asked intuitively.

Petulabot paused, "Yes."

Luojia was silent for a longer time, and then spoke: "Their weapons bring disaster, which is a bad omen of punishment. We cannot ignore the silent advice He brings to us in the trajectory of life. If you have no time to deal with this Omen, the Word Bearer is willing to carry out His will, Warmaster.”

Perturabo folded his hands on the table.

After Coronation Day, and even before that, when he refused Lorgar's demands to exterminate that civilization, he felt Lorgar's spirit drifting away from him.

Even though Aurelion took the initiative to recommend him on coronation day, Perturabo knew that the hesitation of guilt and confusion was always plaguing the sensitive truth-speaker. Perhaps it was also time for him to realize that his faith could not solve all practical problems.

Perturabo leaned forward and placed a hand gently over Lorgar's palm. The Truespeaker trembled because the whip marks on his arms hidden in the sleeves of his robes had not yet healed.

"Not everything is His will as you say, Aurelion," he said. "The Emperor would never wish this unreasonable disaster on Horus. Whether he is a god or not, he is neither omniscient nor omnipotent. …”

"No, Perturabo," Lorgar said with a little excitement, pulling away his hand, "He will not interfere in every detail. He knows every choice we make and allows us so that our faith and love can be fulfilled." are truly chosen. 'My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways my ways. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts higher than your thoughts. ', we cannot use our limitations to question Him——"

Perturabo also retracted his hand, "I take back what I said, Aurelion. In any case, what I want to discuss with you today is the issue of No. 11. You are the only one among us who has truly met him. I'd like to know more details."

"I will describe everything I know," Lorgar nodded, closing his eyes to calm down, "I'm sorry."

——

"Also, John Grammaticus has disappeared."

Perturabo rubbed the area near his temples. The recent continuous work had made him regain the long-lost fatigue, not to mention that the scene of Horus holding his hand always reappeared in front of his eyes - that rich and handsome face. His face became dry and haggard in just a few days, and his life continued to drip from the wounds. Witnessing the death of a demigod would be a heavy blow to anyone.

Morse stepped out of the air, "Erda is a psychic master, and No. 11 has obviously inherited her magic."

He paused for a second: "Did I say that Erda personally took away No. 11 on the day you were separated from the Emperor's laboratory?"

"You have spoken now," said Perturabo.

"Like the Emperor told me this only half a minute ago, I hope he hasn't just remembered it - even if it doesn't seem to be of much use to us. Apparently Eleven is still lurking somewhere in the vast universe. ”

Morse found an empty wall and leaned against it.

"But to this day I am very curious as to why Erda suddenly parted ways with our Emperor. You know she drew that webway map."

"Some kind of bewitchment?" Perturabo guessed. "Deception from the dark?"

"I would rather believe that she suddenly went insane and has been going insane for thousands of years," Morse said sarcastically.

"So now, we know that Eleven controls the power of some kind of serpentine warp creature that can compete with the unformed Tyrant Star and push it back into the depths of the warp when it is about to move. Judging from the results, if this is Erda's research, she has indeed created an outstanding prop - it would be even better if she did not borrow the power that obviously belongs to Chaos."

"But we need to give birth to the Tyrant Star," Perturabo said, repeating the Emperor's plan still made him a little dazed, "Let an existence that can compete with the Four Ancient Gods come to the Milky Way."

"Come to the Webway, come to the Golden Throne, which means we need to hunt down the multi-headed snake and capture the leaders of the Illuminati to avoid their interference. But everything must be based on a premise, that is, to catch them out of this damn huge galaxy... I heard some sounds."

Morse once again confirmed that the soundproof text he set up was in good condition.

Perturabo put away his expression, "Come in." He said in a deep voice.

The iron door opened, revealing a tall and thin figure, wrapped in a leather-stitched robe that preserved the outline of his face in life.

Konrad Curze emerged from the shadows and bowed slightly to Perturabo.

"Congratulations on becoming Warmaster, Perturabo," he said softly, his dark eyes carefully looking at the new commander of the Great Crusade, observing his updated clothes, the golden laurel crown thrown on the stage for the convenience of neural interface connection, and Perturabo's expression.

"How did you get in here, Konrad?" Perturabo asked bluntly.

"Your security system is difficult to penetrate, oh, in fact, it is indestructible, just like any of your cities, standing forever, always existing in the web of changing futures... So I'm not here, my dearest brother, this is my shadow..."

Perturabo's expression eased slightly.

At the same time, he decided to immediately review his entire Cogitator system or re-check all anti-psychic devices after the conversation. This damn bat.

"Have you come here to congratulate me, Conrad?" he asked.

"Of course - not really, my brother," Conrad Curze's mouth twitched slightly, looking more gloomy than usual.

"In fact, my subordinates have recently rehearsed a ballet, and they are inviting you to come and watch it. It is a unique dance brought by Zephyr Ruby's decades of exploration experience. He calls it "Tracer's Elegy"... Perturabo, I believe this will help you with your current confusion."