Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Morse is so kind to him. Magnus stared at the space left after Morse disappeared into thin air, still unfinished by what the talent said.

"You..." Perturabo rarely experienced the feeling of being choked to death by words. He slapped his chest to calm down the tone, his mood was very complicated for a moment, "Why do you say that?"

"He recognized me." Magnus estimated the height difference between the two and was frustrated that he could not hold Perturabo's hand.

Perturabo hid his doubts about Magnus' true mental age.

"Morse rarely truly endorses a person," he said, giving what he thought was a tactful hint that was clear enough.

"But he can talk to me about the vast ocean." Magnus' voice lowered, and sadness flashed in the young giant's eyes. "He said he wanted me to show the correctness of my theory. But in Prospero, I rarely Talking deeply about my subject is like a light that is too bright and blinds mortals before it illuminates their path.”

"I have heard that the Emperor can communicate with you privately. You are the only one of my brothers who has this privilege."

"Father doesn't come often," Magnus said unhappily.

"And he will advise you not to be arrogant?"

"Well, yes...he always said I looked too far ahead," Magnus whispered, and Perturabo knew that was the real reason for Magnus's unhappiness.

Perturabo gently dropped the subject.

"Morse is very knowledgeable in the field of psychic energy. He is not a good instructor for systematic teaching, but he is suitable for people who can learn basic knowledge on their own. If you want to get guidance and breakthroughs on key ideas, you will find Morse Si seems to know everything.”

He said based on experience, although he did not have an absolutely clear concept of the mystery of subspace.

The never-ending practical exploration of technology, craftsmanship, and construction in the physical universe has occupied the empty slot in his heart reserved for private hobbies.

"I can feel it." Magnus raised his spirits, his face full of longing, "Relying on the body of light to directly and safely cross the etheric space several star clusters away! It's a complete miracle. I still have many things to ask him, For example, the temporary body that can carry our soul, and why is the structure of his spiritual light so strange? Neither mortals nor unknown creatures in the vast ocean have such a form. When you arrived in Prospero, I paid attention. It's his turn, but why weren't you there at the time? And your current etheric aura is worth studying..."

Pertura Bora took long strides and calmly tried to catch up with Magnus, who was walking faster and faster due to his high emotions.

The latter soon noticed this and slowed his pace so that Perturabo could easily keep up with him.

Magnus usually doesn't wear shoes in his private space.

One is that he uses his spiritual power to clean the ground several times a day, and the other is that he can't get used to the heavy jewelry decorated on the sandals everyone gave him.

Moreover, walking barefoot on the garden path paved with fine sand and pebbles is his little-known hobby, even if it makes it a little dirty.

But today he still put on his favorite pair of sandals. The soles made of leather were painted with the image of a Devouring Bee, symbolizing the enemy he had killed for Tizca. This was a gift of thanks that Prospero asked Amon to send to him a few years ago.

"Let's go to the exhibition hall first," Magnus said. "I can introduce to you the works in our collection. Some are pure artistic creations, some are handicrafts brought about by whims, and there are a few that I haven't yet seen. Well-researched ancient relics. If I have a legion in the future, I will let everyone collect precious cultural relics while participating in the expedition. The knowledge should be passed on and protected."

"I can't introduce you to the physical objects I have created. They are countless light years away. If you go to Olympia in the future, I welcome you to visit the memorial hall that my Iron Warriors just built." Mentioning this, Pettu Labo smiled. "You are the first brother invited by me."

"What is the commemoration about?" Magnus asked curiously.

"There are countless moments worth remembering forever in the Great Crusade. I believe you will be satisfied with my exhibits." Perturabo decided to sell the specific content of the exhibits first. "Magnus, you know the Emperor's great ambitions." Expedition? I can explain it to you."

"Part of it," Magnus replied, "I'd love to hear it."

"I can only confirm that part of what the Emperor is willing to tell us." Perturabo raised his head, and Magnus felt the etheric aura around him. For some reason, he wanted to confirm that Mors was not nearby first.

He removed a gold and blue wristband and made it large enough for Perturabo's infant form to stand firmly on its smooth but wide surface.

Magnus sent it to Perturabo's legs. When he subconsciously completed the idea he had just thought of, Magnus realized that he had not yet asked his brother if he was willing to take a temporary transportation vehicle.

He took a small breath. "You can step on it, and I will hold it up with the ether. Well, this will make it easier for you to talk to me about the Great Crusade. You don't have to raise your head to speak. I won't let it shake. My experience with the power of manipulating the original creator Rich... Perturabo, don't you agree? It's clean, I clean it every day."

"My reason allows me to accept it." Perturabo stood on the smooth surface of the gold-plated jewelry, and Magnus drove it to fly steadily. Except for the initial start, which caused the controller's nervousness to cause the speed to be too fast, the follow-up The suspension is quite stable. "But you don't mind if it gets dirty?"

"Well, not strictly speaking, but your form of existence is very special, so you won't get dust..."

"I thought you were complimenting me," said Perturabo.

"I look forward to seeing the complete you." Magnus smiled sincerely, "Then we can look at each other level."

Perturabo was silent for a millisecond, "How tall are you?"

"About four meters." Magnus said, "Well, if you're still taller, I can also use psychic energy to become larger. I just need to channel the energy from the void below the skin and It is wrapped and temporarily incorporated into the circulatory system so that it can be separated from the body at any time to ensure recovery. "

"You don't have to be taller." Perturabo began to feel grateful that Morse had given him the body of a child so that Magnus wouldn't see a three-meter-tall one that was still growing. Lord of the Fourth Legion.

He crossed his arms over his chest and moved with Magnus.

"I can introduce you to the Great Crusade," he looked down at the bookshelf that appeared to be at the right height due to the change of perspective, and felt happy, "and my legion. They are now fully integrating a star cluster that has surrendered in the war into the empire. That was my first time commanding an army in combat."

"I still know nothing about my legion." Magnus said, "I hope they can bring benefits to mankind like your legion. Besides, there are many things we can talk about. I can also ask You introduced my research project, right? Maybe you also have an extra talent for exploring the vast ocean."

"Before that, I hope to learn the local language first." Perturabo said while looking at a deserted city sand table in the exhibition area. "I can't stand the situation of a planet with only one isolated city inhabited by humans and leaving a large area of ​​deserted land. Steel Warriors will help rebuild your entire planet—let’s talk about the Great Crusade first.”

"All this stems from the Emperor's ideals?" Magnus tried to be witty, not sure he was succeeding.

Perturabo nodded: "It originated from the lofty ideals of the man who always said you looked too far."