Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

The Emperor hadn't just sat in on his sons' quarrel until the end, or rather, he hadn't even just returned to Terra.

Ever since there was an unexpected breakthrough in the construction of the Webway, the time it took him to return to Terra had been greatly increased, intentionally or unintentionally, which further confirmed that the Emperor had indeed selflessly distributed the workload to the Prime Minister of the Empire.

Therefore, the Emperor has maintained his dual practice of going out to dine during the day, spreading golden light everywhere, greeting the work progress of various departments, playing chess with Malcador, and disappearing behind the golden door underground at night to supervise and restrict the Greenskins' exploration of the Webway. several days in the cycle.

No doubt he also learned of the recovery of yet another Primarch.

However, Morse told him half-jokingly and half-seriously at the time that the appearance of a man with golden light in front of a gladiator who had just crawled out of the red sand would definitely be counterproductive, and the consequences might be such that the gladiator would simply resent the emperor and the emperor. The line of antipathy for the entire Empire slid back and forth; this successfully dissuaded the Emperor from asking Angron directly when he would submit to the Empire.

In any case, when Magnus made a bold statement and decided to explore the feasibility of the Soul Sacrifice Wall, the Emperor let his noble golden armor fall into the back of the golden chair opposite Mors.

After Rogal Dorn left with the two Astartes without any questions, Magnus's image began to look at each other with the Emperor.

"You can be proud of your discovery, my son." The Emperor smiled gently as soon as he came up. But the emperor's approval often contains another meaning, which can be called trust, or it can be called comfort before entrusting an important task.

Magnus had barely reached the edge of not being confused by the emperor's words. After a brief blush caused by pride, he glanced at the broken bricks where the green shadow had just appeared, and tried to save himself for the last time: "Father, I Thinking that the rewards of this endeavor may have made me forget the cost of achieving my goals, and my supposed wisdom was translating into a huge risk of making intellectual or emotional mistakes..."

"Magnus," the Emperor interrupted, "your self-examination demonstrates how you will maintain the potential to question everything and change your mindset at all times. This is a broad path to success. In my In the dream, you are the most crucial part, and you will carry my will to the deepest part of the world."

Magnus fell into silence. The golden-armored emperor in front of him conveyed his joy and expectations for the red-skinned heir in the same tone as when he was a child walking in Prospero's spirit body in a body of light.

His will was shaken quickly. Now that he thought about it, the task of guiding the greenskins was still a thousand times better than the experience of getting stuck in the mud in the green and decaying garden.

Then, the Emperor's gaze rested on Perturabo, who was about to speak.

Whatever Perturabo had intended to say, the look of satisfaction in the Emperor's gaze choked his throat, not to mention the fact that Perturabo had realized that the Emperor had just watched hours of childish brotherly quarreling, and he admitted My stomach was contracting awkwardly in my abdominal cavity.

"I hope Magnus can assist me in exploring how to preserve the remaining fragments of the green skin's will on the inner wall of the webway after the death of the green skin, in order to try to maintain the survival of the waaaagh position and ensure the relative stability of the green skin technology."

The Emperor's overly calm tone made the pronunciation waaagh no longer even sound funny.

"And you, Perturabo, you have achieved a certain level of status in the greenskin society. Therefore, I think you can intervene in Webway affairs to a greater extent and contribute to the current exploration process and future construction tasks. make a more profound contribution.”

"What should I do?" Perturabo asked directly. This caused a familiar low sigh to appear on the other end of the fluctuating projection, and he didn't know what Morse was thinking about.

"The Custodes obey my orders, and the Mechanicum is its own entity," the Emperor said. "I cannot be on Terra all the time. You need to have the strength to participate alone and have active power in the construction of the Webway."

"This is an extraordinary level of trust from our Emperor, Perturabo." The voice outside the screen said, with a very personal tone at the end.

And Perturabo easily deciphered the implications behind the Emperor's words.

"You want me to bring some of my descendants back to Terra," Perturabo said, "and have the Iron Warriors enter the Webway and directly participate in the construction of this road."

The Emperor's nod was light but firm.

The Iron Lord's eyebrows furrowed. After the honor, he was keenly aware of the hidden conditions of this task.

"The construction of the Webway remains an absolute secret of the Empire," Perturabo said. "The Iron Warriors involved in such top-secret missions need to conceal their names, erase their voices, and exchange blank honors for unforgettable devotion. I can exist in two places at the same time, and my reputation will not be diminished under the light. However, some of my descendants will quietly walk in the gap between aliens and crises-will they be allowed to leave before the expedition is completed? Internet channel?”

"They can move within the palace," the Emperor said.

"Until the webway is completed?"

"Until the webway is completed."

Perturabo was silent for a moment. The Iron Warriors enjoy building, sometimes almost like the Emperor's architects, but they are still a Legion.

He had promised his heirs that their honor would be his honor. What the Emperor is advising now is to personally deprive some of his descendants of the glory and battle they cherish, and transform them from the Emperor's sword that shines in the galaxy into a thicker and more hidden foundation of the Empire.

For the sake of the network, he was not allowed to reveal any information in advance. Everything can only be revealed after the dice has been thrown. Obviously, his choice without explanation will inevitably go against the wishes of some warriors who have no time to react.

There was a sigh from the communicator, and Morse spoke: "Okay, I confess. I was the one who proposed the construction of the Webway. Later, we are very likely to conflict with other races and even the unborn. The Webway is not innocent. The Lord's thing is not an unbreakable wall that isolates the dark gods. I doubt whether a single imperial army is enough to resist a large-scale crisis that suddenly breaks out-this group of golden boys can't even recognize a certain pretender running around. More credible armed forces must be prepared to be stationed in advance.”

"That's another reason," said the Emperor.

"Well, I think we also have other solutions..." Magnus joined the conversation in a low voice, "Like a psionic automaton army? Sufficient intelligence through psionic simulation?"

"Careful making an iron man, Magnus." Perturabo said solemnly, the muscles in his face twitching slightly.

The Lord of Iron closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, looking across the sand in the room, through the large porthole in the front half of the Iron-Blooded, and into the vast, dark world. The reflections of the stars flashed across his eyes.

"I will periodically look for reasons..." said Perturabo, "to draw warriors in batches and send them on missions that cannot be told. But I want their names to be remembered. When the Webway is built, they will be on the monument. regain all its glory.”

"But," Magnus waved his hand, "how do you explain that they just left and never came back? This sounds weird."

"My heirs will trust me," Perturabo said. "As for the others, let them speculate. What does their speculation have to do with the Iron Warriors?"

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