Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Perturabo's drawing hand stopped, and the two slender quills looked so small in his hands.

The young giant's two rows of teeth briefly collided, as if biting into a layer of non-existent sand particles.

"Oh, where are you going?" He continued to draw the statues of his descendants, and with just a few strokes he drew an image of an Astartes who fell to the ground and tried to get up quickly.

"The Emperor gave me countless choices, but he also gave me two pieces of advice." Morse stood and said.

He stood no taller than Perturabo sat, mostly because he had no interest in remaking a larger shell.

He waved his hand in the air, and a vast drawing with most of the area in darkness appeared in the air. The faint silver light shining like stars in the black fog confirmed that it was a map of the universe.

Some time ago, only the core area of ​​this map, that is, the vicinity of the solar system, was illuminated by the mapper, and information such as place names, waterways, and whether troops were stationed were clearly marked.

Now, there are two thin bright lines connecting the Aquila logo that marks Terra to the Milky Way, one line to Cthonia and one line to Olympia.

There are two other dark gold threads that connect the Sky Eagle to the dark mist in the Milky Way. One of them happens to be roughly on the straight line of the channel between Olympia and Terra that does not pass through the subspace. The other is a little more remote, and the end of the golden thread is not there. Very clear.

"You have two brothers waiting for the light of the Empire to shine above their heads," Morse said, "although I'm not sure they really do."

Perturabo raised his head. He stared at the map, as if he hoped to get a glimpse of the truth of the universe from this map with extremely low information content.

"You have to find them for the Emperor," he said firmly.

"That's right." Morse said. His finger first moved to a more remote star area and randomly drew a circle on the map.

"Here, Ultramar. The Emperor believes that one of his descendants is lost here, although he is not sure of the exact location - it is a problem, there are too many habitable worlds in the Ultramar region.

"Then how did he know it was there?"

"Oh, he said that a few years ago, a man in that area dreamed that the emperor wanted to entrust a child to the locals. When that man dreamed, the emperor also felt something."

Perturabo frowned in confusion, switching to the next blank drawing paper in his hands.

"Maybe this is psychic power." Morse shrugged and found a chair to sit down. "I don't recommend delving into it, because even I wouldn't be bored enough to stare at the vast ocean. Not even the Emperor."

He pointed at a point on the map with his finger wrapped in black cloth. The temporary mark on Ultramar disappeared, and a planet at the end of another dark gold thread was highlighted.

"Here, Prospero."

"Dream induction again?"

Morse shook his head. "Be more realistic this time."

"In fact, the Emperor has always maintained a considerable degree of contact with that heir. They are often by each other's side in the place where dreams constructed by psychic energy gather." Morse calmly relayed what the Emperor told him. Top secret information, "Except that the Emperor never really set foot in Prospero and stepped on the spiers of the pyramids of Tizca with his golden boots, their exchanges and teachings with each other were no less than that of father and son in the ordinary sense. Magog Noos, that is the name of your fifteenth brother."

"What makes him so special?" asked Perturabo.

"It's hard to say. Maybe it's because of his outstanding psychic talent, or maybe there's a deeper reason that even the emperor doesn't dare to confirm. It can't be because of his skin color."

Perturabo nodded, whether with restraint or annoyance in his voice. "Who do you want to go to first?"

"Do you have any suggestions?" Morse said.

Perturabo spent a brief moment thinking, and then he said as he drew: "You have to go alone and search for my brothers, and I need to take my Iron Warriors back to Terra to officially announce the The return of the Four-Gene Primarch.

"Suppose I advance slowly from the physical universe, take Olympia as the starting point to recover all the areas on the Terra-Olympia route, and use this achievement as my first gift to the Human Empire when I return to Terra, and at the same time better communicate with My legions are working together...then in the process, I can pass through Prospero and take you and the new brother together to the solar system."

"If you are going to Ultramar, then I can also re-plan the route first and lead the army to Ultramar. With this decision, the legion's advancement will take longer and there may be difficulties in supplying."

"So your suggestion is Prospero," Morse concluded. "The above reasons are the kind of official reasons that can be submitted to superiors in writing. What about your private reasons?"

Perturabo put down his pen and turned his wrist in a circle.

During his all-night work, the general design drawings have been completed and are now being classified according to each camp and neatly stacked in the corner of the table.

Now only the statue of Eric Anderson and the statue of the Fourth Legion's collective shooter, which Perturabo planned to carve himself, were left.

He was going to take a short break before getting back to work.

And during this break, he discussed the matter with Morse.

"I can tell you want to go to Prospero first, Mors," said Perturabo. "You describe my fifteenth brother more carefully than the other, and you put him later. Talk. And I want to know why you and the emperor are paying special attention to that brother."

"You are always perceptive, Perturabo." Morse admitted his judgment. "And the reason why I want to see Magnus first is because of the long-term teachings given to him by the Emperor."

"Why?" Perturabo was puzzled for a moment.

"Some intuition tells me that the child your father deliberately spent so much effort to educate can easily become a dark source of trouble. I fully doubt that letting that child continue to be lost in the depths of the vast stars may have quite unpleasant consequences. Coming after many years." Morse smiled.

Perturabo looked at him for a moment, then looked away slightly.

"When will you set off? How will you get there?"

"Wait until I give you my parting gift." Morse said. The next moment, his body collapsed and folded again, turning into a piece of imitation rubber spread softly on the seat.

Perturabo felt his breath pause for a second, until he saw the familiar piece of black linen with golden light floating beside him.

"It will be much easier to return to my original form when traveling alone at high speed in the highest sky." The void whose form was outlined by the mantra said, "After arriving there and floating up from the subspace to the real universe, I will make another one. shell."

"As for this shell, you are responsible for carrying it, Perturabo. Switching between different shells is the highest-speed interstellar movement method that I have confirmed to be safe to use so far. I can return to this shell at any time and see what are you doing."

Perturabo picked up the things hanging on the chair and decided to make a wooden box for storage later. He was sure his expression was becoming very strange.

He was not happy to learn that Morse was leaving.

But suddenly he knew that Morse could come back to him at any time, and seeing his real-time movements, not only did he not feel happy, but he also felt an indescribable and subtle feeling in his heart.

"I'll bring it with me." He tried his best to show a calm and rational expression that symbolized maturity.

Kuro Azabu laughed. "The second gift, look."

Another empty body fell out of the air and lay flat on the ground. He looked like a short boy wearing a cloth robe, with neatly cut black hair and eyes as blue as ice.

Perturabo said expressionlessly: "This is me when I was a child."

"Well, you can try touching it."

Perturabo hesitated suspiciously for a few seconds, and finally reached out to touch this strange thing.

The next moment, his senses and thinking were divided into two halves at the same time. One part was lying on the ground looking towards the brown wooden ceiling, and the other part was watching his young self looking towards the ceiling.

Both Perturabo looked like they had seen something incredible.

"It looks like the effect is very good." The voice reached the ears of two Perturabo at the same time, and the strong sensory confusion was quickly adjusted by his excellent analytical ability.

Within ten seconds, Perturabo stood up on the ground and looked up at himself, sober and calm.

"This body has no special powers," said Perturabo, standing up.

"Because my reference is you ten years ago." There was a smile in the golden light's voice.

"The connection has been established. You can use this body as a more convenient communication device. After a few trainings, you can dedicate part of your will to come here at any time. I will pay for the consumption. I have rich experience in this area. ”

"Your rare strength of soul and mind can sustain this miniature division. I will take it with me to Prospero, and you may visit me as I visit you."

"In addition, I adopted this form as a result of considering energy carrying and consumption. If I want to make a shell that can accommodate you now, then it should not be the scope of my research, but the scope of the emperor's research Even this body is based on my understanding of you."

In fact, it was because when he sealed Perturabo's power ten years ago, he tested the entire psychic energy on the children of that year, so he had a ready-made model.

Perturabo's eyes shone slightly. He carefully sensed the state of his soul, suppressed his excessive desire to explore, and tried to take back the part of consciousness that was separated and did not involve the essence of his soul at all.

A familiar force with golden words helped his consciousness become one. His nerves ached briefly, then immediately got used to the shift in consciousness.

"Try again?" Morse suggested.

Perturabo took a deep breath, and the next moment, he once again saw this wonderful world from two bodies at the same time.