Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Yes, his thinking is different from that of ordinary people." Perturabo said, his gauntlets creaking on his fists. "He is digging into the details and chewing on words wherever it is inappropriate." Attempts to communicate with him amounted to disaster. Why do I meet this kind of person? "

"Rogal Dorn will at least talk to you." Magnus frowned depressedly, "The Twilight Raiders didn't talk at all! They refused to have any communication with us at first, they didn't look, they didn't listen, they didn't speak. , as if their entire legion was alive only with the mortal servants and datapads as intermediaries."

"and after?"

"Later, I applied for exchange as a primarch, and they sent a commander over, saying that they were not used to working with people who use sorcery."

Magnus' annoyance lessened as Perturabo pretended to tap Magnus on the shoulder by tapping the monitor.

The Crimson Primarch did the same thing and patted the screen: "Fortunately, our mission was completed in the end. The Battle of Coghlan ended successfully, otherwise I would have reported their inexplicable and unreasonable resistance to Terra.

"Sounds as bad as Rogal Dorn," Perturabo said.

"Rogal Dorn, what did this brother do to seriously anger you, Perturabo? Merely speaking, I will not let you come to me." Magnus said, "I almost never No unsolicited messages will be sent. "

"Because your warriors are sending you monthly reports every month." Perturabo whispered, not to mention that Perturabo who used an attached body and Magnus who used a small model on Terra did not Separated. "That stupid stone, he slandered Morse as an alien."

"Ah, why? Has Morse been dressing up like the Adeptus Mechanicus lately?" Magnus asked.

Perturabo twitched the corners of his lips: "This is a successful joke."

"Thank you." Magnus gave Perturabo a reassuring smile, "I was accused of being a wizard. Although by definition, I am indeed a wizard, I still don't like to be thought of and abused by others. Having a relationship with a psychic ancient Terran psyker... I mean, it's really annoying."

"How dare Dorn insult him? Morse is a good teacher," said Perturabo. "The best teacher ever."

"Hmm..." Magnus hesitated, feeling that if he followed suit, he would feel sorry for his teacher Amon.

By the way, Amon is currently serving as the Templar Lecturer of the Black Crow School, and after discussing with Magnus, he established the Hidden Ones as the person in charge of reconnaissance and intelligence work within the Legion.

Perturabo noticed Magnus's dilemma, so he added "He is my best teacher" at the right time to avoid the other party's entanglement.

"Yes, this is indeed the case with Master Morse." Magnus breathed a sigh of relief and was aggrieved with Perturabo, "How could Rogal Dorn slander him?"

"I cannot forgive him," said Perturabo.

"Well," Magnus nodded enthusiastically, "do something to fight back?"

"I couldn't attack him personally," Perturabo said, "because he would start to reflect on what he did wrong and then thank me for pointing it out to him."

"Hmm...huh?" Magnus didn't understand how such a person could exist for a moment.

"I can't attack the people related to him with words. Or attack with physical means. Only cowards will vent their anger on the people around the wrongdoer."

Magnus nodded: "So what are you going to do?"

He waved his red fist, reminding Perturabo of the fight between Magnus and Leman Russ.

The Lord of Iron was silent for a while, then raised his chin: "I want to fight him."

"Oh, are you wearing armor?" Magnus raised his tone curiously.

"Why not?" Perturabo's tone returned to its usual stability. "We will each wear armor and carry weapons. I will wear new armor and use the warhammer Mors gave me. As for Rogal Dorn, what equipment he can get has nothing to do with me. This is part of our respective strengths. ”

"Is Rogal Dorn a warrior like Leman Russ?"

Magnus was deeply impressed by his victory and defeat five years ago, so he later visited the battlefield many times and explored the organic combination of psychic powers, spells and combat.

After the war, Magnus would write a summary of his experiences and draw a battle map. Now he has completed a thick gold-edged hard-cover book, which is usually fixed with a thin chain and hung around his waist.

"He's more like a king," Perturabo said. "I can't judge his fighting level."

"But your armor is trustworthy." Magnus said seriously, "The warhammer Mors gave you is also unstoppable. After winning, how do you plan to treat Rogal Dorn?"

"I may not necessarily forgive him," Perturabo said, hearing the hatch open behind him.

"Morse." He called out his visitor's name without turning around.

"What are you talking about, Primarchs?"

Morse drifted in and glanced at Magnus on the screen.

"What are you doing with your eyes again, Magnus? Oh, and the physique. Looks like there's only one Primarch left in this room who doesn't do any physical training at all."

"I blew up a satellite with a spell." Magnus immediately became cautious, "Also, I didn't mean to - I mean Terra, I didn't mean to knock over your bookshelf, I just wanted to Find a way to get the book on top..."

"Makado didn't inform me of this." Morse said briskly, "Thank you for the notice. Don't worry, I will spare five minutes to go back and hold you accountable."

Magnus's red face seemed to have turned a shade lighter, and the uncertain and vivid light in his eyes faded into a regretful dark gray.

"Calm down, I won't do anything to you unless the bookshelf falls and the sharp corners of my model on the shelf are broken."

Morse observed the change in Magnus's expression and received an unpleasant answer. He shook his head: "I didn't eavesdrop just now, so what were you talking about?"

"I will fight Dorne," Perturabo said.

"Oh, why do you want to be beaten?" Morse was a little surprised.

"...I will wear armor." Perturabo said dryly.

Morse's eyes moved across Perturabo's face, and the Primarch's ice-like eyes blinked uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Any questions?" asked Perturabo.

Perturabo is looking for a chance to forgive Dorne. Morse thought.

This is a good thing. I hope Rogal Dorn will have a mouth closer to that of a normal human.

"You can do whatever you want," Morse said. "I'm in charge of medical emergencies."

A smile crossed Perturabo's lips. "Thanks, Morse."

"Oh, it's okay." Morse waved his hand, "And I'm here to send a message. Roger Dorn is waiting for you on the deck of the Phalanx. The specific location is where you first met. You can go at any time. Find him."