Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Variety of Destiny] is a world that barely meets colonial standards, but it is still inconspicuous in the face of all the choices brought about by the Great Crusade.

It was not until the glorious journey started by the Lord of Mankind that it reached the seventy-eighth Terran Standard Year, and an extremely powerful Iron Legion brought the atmosphere of the Human Empire to this desolate world for the first time. .

The Lord of Steel, Perturabo, led the thirty-three battalions of his legions and more than thirty thousand Astartes warriors to this deserted sand and stone fortress. The Primarch regarded this place as... A suitable place to meet your upcoming blood relatives.

Although, this desolate world named [Variety of Destiny] by Perturabo himself is actually not far away from the primarch's home planet [Olympia], only separated by a few empty star areas and a place named [Anveru]. The forging world of Sri Lanka, but due to a certain mentality, Perturabo finally refused to entertain his blood relatives on his home planet. He would rather come to this desolate world to build a massive building that would only be used once. Gorgeous palace.

Externally, the Lord of Steel claimed that this was out of consideration for the efficiency of the Great Crusade, but deep down in his heart, Perturabo could not convince himself.

The Primarch knew very well that the real reason for him to do this was actually: he did not want to return to his home planet, he did not want to face and think of some people and things on [Olympia], and There are those long memories that he has subconsciously erased.

His nominal adoptive father Damex, his nominal sister Kelly Fannie, and the so-called brother Andos who once defeated him in the statue competition...

He remembered it all, he knew that they were still living on Olympia, as governors of the Empire or relatives of the Primarch, living in a marble paradise built by Perturabo himself: he knew all this, he remembered this Everything, so he was unwilling to return to Olympia, his so-called hometown in name only.

He is escaping...

…

No!

No no no!

of course not!

He is Perturabo, he is the Iron Lord of the Emperor, he will not run away from anything, not from responsibility, from pain, from the burden of the Emperor, and naturally he will not run away from these. A humble memory without any lethality.

He just doesn't want to waste time on these useless things.

There is only one fundamental reason why he will not return to Olympia: after he leaves, will this world be any different from other abandoned iron hills in the empire? Its only function is to provide the Iron Warrior with a source of troops and hide his useless memories. It has no value at all and is worth Perturabo's involvement.

…

That's it.

On the highest tower of the magnificent palace he designed himself, Perturabo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Right, that is it.

Olympia has no value worthy of his return. It is just a monotonous recruiting world. The galaxy is full of more important goals and journeys than it.

The Lord of Steel firmly believes so.

Therefore, Perturabo came to [The Veil of Destiny] to build it into a magnificent palace worthy of the meeting of the two Primarchs.

And facts have proven that he can do it.

Between Perturabo's unparalleled architectural accomplishments and the Iron Warrior's masterful dusting skills, an Iron King hundreds of meters high stood on the gray plains within two weeks.

The Astartes warriors of the Fourth Legion put down their guns and picked up levers, files and chamfering tools. They formed a behemoth that devoured raw materials and then produced masonry and buildings: they were the roaring engines. The crunching jaws and the cranes that work around the clock are their tireless arms. Under the operation of this giant beast, hundreds of tons of gravel and more steel are crushed, chewed or assembled, and then put into At least a thousand construction sites were operating at the same time. In this way, amidst the passionate construction passion and exquisite logistical arrangements, the descendants of Perturabo completed this masterpiece, just like their Primarch in their hearts. as expected.

From the beginning to the end, Perturabo never went to the first-line construction site. He always stood at the highest point: first at the top of the rare hills on the plain, and later at the top of the magnificent palace that was built higher and higher. The Lord of Steel always Perched at the highest point, he controls and supervises the completion of this building from the most macro perspective.

Before that, an almost identical palace had been living quietly in his drawings for more than ten years. Now, the Lord of Steel has released it into the world. He clearly remembers every detail and every number. , from the load-bearing column materials required for the base to the faces of the goddess statues in the core hall, everything was neatly arranged in Perturabo's mind. When he blinked, the imaginary building would stand in the dusty sky. The construction site in the sky is beautiful and lifelike.

He even felt a sense of relief.

When he saw: the carefully arranged ground-breaking bombs destroyed all the hills in the way and cleared the foundation enough to be viewed from space; when he saw the hundreds of excavation engines working at the same time, splashing sand The smoke of stone and dust stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

When he saw that his Olympian descendants, those iron warriors who were not only warriors, but also craftsmen, mechanics and architects, led countless soldiers under the remote control command of the Primarch through the commanders of each battalion. When the mortal servants polished the worldly wonders of structural mechanics and classical aesthetics according to the dimensions and estimates in Perturabo's mind, and they were accurate to the last detail.

The Lord of Steel finally felt a long-lost happiness, a breath that was enough to make him feel relaxed. He witnessed the completion of this great palace from beginning to end, as if the idea in his mind was being played in a slow way. , truly turned into reality.

Before the Primarch felt the first hint of fatigue, this great temple was completed. The arrogant Iron King stepped on the barren plain that had not changed for thousands of years, surrounded by iron gray and copper. The spiral sand dunes, and above it, in the place where Perturabo admires and meditates, as long as you open your eyes, you can see the lowest clouds, making a dull rumbling sound at the edge of your palpable vision, The next round of thunder and storm is brewing.

Perturabo listened to all this, listened to this roar that would have been annoying, but felt the peace in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he gave a new message to Felix who was standing behind him. The command.

Now, the grandeur of this palace does match the dignity of the visitors, but its connotation and cultivation still cannot provide enough atmosphere and background for the meeting of the two Primarchs.

So, following a new order from the Father of Genes, the Iron Warriors dismissed their tired mortal servants and picked up the more sophisticated tools without regrets, imitating the new drawings issued by Perturabo , and began to concentrate on the shaping and completion of every room, every corridor, and every statue.

And just when the clanking of chisels, measuring tapes and stone carving hammers replaced the brutal roar of cranes and earth-breaking instruments, the frightened Flix came back again, uneasily pushing open the door on the top floor and opening the door. The Primarch's silent meditation was interrupted.

"My lord, there is a small fleet passing through Mandeville Point. They request to be able to pass through the blockade we have established and then land on this world."

As expected: when Flix saw the frown on his face, all he could do was lower his head and let sweat start to form on the back of his neck.

"I remember that I gave you very clear instructions, Flix, before the meeting is completed, any civilian ships passing through this system should be driven away. I think what I said is clear enough."

The Primarch was lifeless, but there was certainly dissatisfaction brewing in his words.

"But, my lord, that fleet came from Olympia, and it carried...Ms. Kelly Fanny."

"...Kelly Fannie?"

"What is she doing here?"

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Even though he thought about letting his children expel the fleet, even though he had sworn not to get involved in anything in Olympia, even though he would never admit it: when he heard that distant and familiar name, he did feel a little closer in his heart. In trembling fluctuations.

But in the end, Perturabo slowly came to a gentle slope. The Iron Warriors had already cleaned it up and used it to park various flying instruments.

He waited patiently for a while, silently, while Trident and the high-ranking officers accompanying him naturally did not dare to figure out the will of the Primarch, and could only stand ten meters away in silence.

Before the Lord of Steel could be irritated by the dull atmosphere and wild sand, his first guest finally arrived belatedly.

Kelly Fanny flew in a modified Stormbird, its weapons removed and its interior space and comfort expanded to serve the Empire's dignitaries: Perturabo saw through this at a glance, and he A disdainful snort erupted from his nostrils.

And when he saw the paint on the Stormbird, his disdain turned into a kind of resentment due to being provoked. Of course he recognized those paints, because they were the symbols of the Imperial Skyhawk and Rocks. : The latter was the court where Perturabo spent the first years of his life, and the arrogant kingdom ruled by his so-called adoptive father.

He never liked it there, because it was never a bright country that could accommodate art and reason, but a dark royal court intoxicated with conquest, hypocrisy and conspiracy.

But Perturabo's resentment only lasted until the appearance of Kelly Fanny: when his nominal sister crossed the long river intertwined by time and space and stood in front of the Primarch again, the Lord of Steel I couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of me.

How did you come?

He wanted to say this, but when he saw Kelly Fanny's current appearance, a subconscious question quietly flowed out from his lips.

"Didn't they perform rejuvenation surgery on you?"

Anger, real anger, endless anger provoked by shock and divergent momentary thoughts, burned with this question.

Kelly Fannie, his Kelly Fannie, was the only person he could talk to for a long time in that dark court, the only person he could treat with a weak sense of family love: although they could not be called relatives at all. , but they can be regarded as similar people in a certain sense. They are equally persistent, rational, watching each other and moving forward together in their respective adversities.

He still remembers her, of course, he remembers her playfulness, complexity and wisdom, her immature but equally valuable advice on politics and art, her snow-white complexion, lively pupils, and the hint of light in the darkness. Lusts of shiny brown hair at the temples: When he was still young, he had used his wisdom countless times, trying to use marble, clay, or exquisite machinery to restore her appearance and those smart eyes. But it always fails.

But after trying and sculpting again and again, he forever remembered her appearance and soul, and was proud of her.

But now, the despicable reality, the shameful fate, and the deceitful eyes have united to mock him, tease him, confuse the fantasy in his pupils with the reality in his memories, and laugh loudly at his final thoughts. A little nostalgia for the afterglow of the past.

What did he see?

He saw Kelly Fannie: the person who could be called Kelly Fannie, the pathetic person who replaced her name, slowly came to him, and her every step was crushing those beautiful things. memory and effort.

She is her: of course, the Primarch can see a few handfuls of clarity in the long river of memories from those still smart pupils and that most familiar smile.

But she is not her: she is no longer the agile and elegant elf, no longer the ray of light dancing in the dull Rox palace, no longer the one who cannot be copied despite all his wisdom and efforts. Miracle.

Her pupils were still bright, but her eyes had sunken deeply and were buried in obvious wrinkles. Her skin was no longer pure white, but a carefully concealed pale yellow. The hair is still meticulously and meticulously managed, but a few bumps can still be caught, and the paleness cannot be covered up.

She was no longer the beautiful woman in Perturabo's memory.

She is old.

Just when Perturabo left the mountains of Olympia to pursue the emperor's will and the grand future in his heart, in these fleeting twenty-seven years, she grew old like a mortal, Aged.

She is still agile, still wise, and can still speak rational words, but she is no longer the innocent memory in Perturabo's heart. When she becomes a part of reality, in Perturabo's heart, she is Like everything else in the world, there was an original sin that made the Primarch feel a certain disdain.

But despite this, when Kelly Fanny came slowly, Perturabo still said those words insincerely.

"Didn't you go to them? Didn't you go to those medical areas? Didn't you go for a rejuvenation operation? Or were they unwilling to perform this kind of operation on you?"

The Primarch's questions came one after another, and what answered him was Kelly Fanny's smile.

"There are always some people who are stupid and unwilling to accept certain things that outsiders think are hard to obtain, such as honor, status, or artificial eternal youth."

"And I am one of those stupid people. I think there is nothing wrong with aging naturally along with the instinct of life and time. This is also a way and choice in life."

The Primarch fell silent, his anger disappearing silently, but despite this, he still snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction and disdain.

"When you get old, when you can't even lift a finger, when you can only watch those people running around, you will regret your current decision. By then, maybe you have already It has declined to the point where even the most basic surgeries can no longer be performed.”

"Maybe, maybe I will regret it at that time, but I won't now. I enjoy this state very much, enjoying the burden that years and time put on my body, so that I no longer rely on physical energy and impulse, but more and more to think and imagine.”

"It's up to you! Anyway, mortal changes are always half-finished and defective products."

The Primarch seemed to be in a rather strange state, a state that was elusive to many of his descendants: he seemed a little angry, breathing heavily, expressing some suppressed dissatisfaction; There was some joy, a willingness to have a calm conversation rather than a violent scolding.

These two states existed in him at the same time, fighting with each other, and constantly changing due to the dialogue and atmosphere in the next second.

The Primarch blinked. He seemed to be obsessed with observing the relatives he had not seen for a long time. After a while, his voice sounded like a giant hammer hitting steel, dull but sonorous and powerful.

"If you don't stay well in Olympia, what are you doing here?"

"Who asked you to come, Damex?"

"Can't you call him your father? He has raised you for many years, looking for teachers and companions for you, and looking forward to your recognition and affection."

"Know your attitude, Kelly Fanny, my father is only the Emperor, Lord of Mankind, and as for Damex, I did stay in his court for a few years, but I have repaid his education, I gave him the whole Olympia and the supreme crown, isn’t that enough?”

"Now, you can't even call me sister, and you have your gift. What exactly is your gift? Trapped him in the position called Imperial Governor, watching those Terran officials take power, and then take Olympia away. Have most of the young people been dragged away generation after generation to devote themselves to your dreams without ever returning?"

"He is indeed a cruel and cruel man, Perturabo, but you should not do this to him. You know what he has done for you."

"You know, he worked hard to be your father. That was his hardest work."

"enough!"

A few words from Olympia caused Perturabo to let out an angry roar, and the primarch's fierce roar burst out from his throat, shocking the mortals and Astartes warriors around him. Han: Except for Kelly Fannie, the proud figure standing closest, she faced the anger from Petula Bofan calmly, as if she had expected it.

"You are still the same as before, brother. The stars have not changed you. In other words, they have even made your temper worse. This is not a good thing."

"If you remember my character, you should be more humble!"

"Also, don't call me brother, call me Perturabo, or Primarch: this is my current identity, this is my place and responsibility among the stars."

"Does this identity bring you anything different, compared to Olympia?"

"..."

The Primarch was silent. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while before softly speaking words from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't provoke me, and don't avoid my questions."

"What are you doing here?"

The woman from Olympia just smiled. She seemed to be tired of talking in this empty parking lot and endured the baptism of sand and cold wind in vain.

"Does the empire have a special law that prohibits Olympians from going to the void? Can't I leave the courtyard to wait and visit a friend of mine?"

"I had no intention of meeting you by chance, Perturabo. I came to this system to wait for a friend of mine whom I had not seen for a long time: and then I saw your warriors. , carrying out great construction projects in this remote world."

"Your friend?"

The Lord of Steel's face was a little distorted. His innate wisdom understood this sentence in an instant, and then connected everything in front of him and behind him to arrive at a somewhat absurd truth.

And this truth was soon confirmed.

"Yes, a friend of mine."

"That was a long time ago. On that day, a fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion passed by Olympia, and I happened to be relaxing near the space port: there, I met a very interesting lady, she was young, He is good at talking and has a pair of blue eyes, and I have many topics and common interests. For a moment, I even saw your shadow."

"..."

Perturabo breathed heavily, pursed his mouth tightly, and his eyes widened, like a piece of steel fragments that had been torn apart by tremendous violence.

"We walked side by side and talked about politics and philosophy together. She was really interesting. But unfortunately, the war was urgent. She soon followed the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion and left Olympia and never came back. Fortunately, we have each other. Over the past ten years, we have become each other’s friends as pen pals.”

"Probably a few years ago, she told me in her letter that she discovered that she seemed to be a Primarch: Of course, I was really frightened by the news, and it took me several days to recover, but it did not affect us. friendship, just like now, we are finally meeting again."

"It seems that you and I have the same purpose, Perturabo."

"So, don't you invite me to sit in your great building? There should be a room for me there, so that I won't continue to freeze in the cold wind, right? Lord Primarch?"

"……snort……"

Even Perturabo's mind was stunned for the briefest moment to understand Kelly Fanny's words. The face of the Primarch seemed to be slightly distorted, and he hummed softly without responding. There was no retort.

Finally, Perturabo turned around and walked in front of Kelly Fanny. The dark face of the Primarch frightened a path among the Iron Warriors, leading all the way to the tower that would only be used once. Magnificent palace.

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Perturabo did not stop, hesitate, or say another word along the way. He controlled the elevator and sent himself and Kelly Fanny to the highest peak of the palace at the same time: low gray clouds lingered under their feet, brewing. The muffled thunderstorm was accompanied by the sound of the Iron Warriors decorating the floors below.

Perturabo walked to the balcony. He waited for a while until Kelly Fanny also walked over slowly. He could hear her fingers clinging to the railing: This is normal, after all, it is several meters above the ground. One hundred meters is enough to awaken any fear in the hearts of mortals.

But after overcoming the fear, what you see is a magnificent scenery: towering mountains and vast deserts are like a joke from the gods. Large and small spiral patterns form a unique and strange scenery, and the steel warriors dotted among them become They swarm in groups, like the deadly nano-swarms from ancient times.

The scene in front of him even reminded Perturabo of some memories: He recalled a moment in Olympia when he got along with Kelly Fanny. At that time, she was still the flawless elf, standing with him in Lox. On the balcony of the palace, overlooking the vast Stratoitis Plain, as well as the war machines built by him, they always had a good time talking about ancient legends and cutting-edge technology. Technology, in the steam of hydrocarbons needed by those war machines, they can imagine the future and the grand scene after the unification of Olympia.

That was... how long ago?

Thirty-three years? Or thirty-four years?

He actually couldn't remember clearly.

The Primarch sighed, and then he heard a sigh from beside him. The sigh came from Kelly Fanny. After she conquered the height, she couldn't help but admire and surrender to the scene in front of her.

Only then did Perturabo finally show a smile.

He paused, thought about his problem, and then spoke slowly in the most businesslike tone possible.

"How's Olympia doing?"

he asked.

He was answered with a chuckle.

"Of course it's still the same, everything is the same, more mountains, more factories, more forts and recruiting officers, just like when you left."

"If you really want to ask about the difference, then I can only tell you: its vitality has diminished. Compared with when you left, Olympia is no longer young. There are too many young people walking into Aspen. The selection ground for Tate warriors never comes out again, and even the most immature children must learn to say goodbye to their parents, because he may leave his home at any time and become an Iron Warrior."

"And never come back."

The original body was silent until the words finally dissipated in his ears. He spoke again after a long time, and his voice had returned to that absolute determination and loyalty.

"This is the glory, Kelly Fannie, this is the glory of Olympia: its descendants became the Iron Warriors, became the heroes of the empire, regained countless worlds for mankind, eliminated countless opponents, and defended countless peaces."

"We are walking on the right path, Kelly Fannie, so it is destined to be full of pain and trials, and Olympia is going through it all. It will go through these hardships for mankind and gain eternal glory. Now Being unknown will only bring about eternal history for the next 10,000 years."

"This is an honor, I say it again, Kelly Finn."

"Go tell this glory to those parents who have lost their children, Perturabo, go tell your eternal history to those gradually disappearing city-states and villages, go use your eyes that always look towards the stars and the distance. Eyes, come and persuade the deserted valleys of Olympia, if you can."

"Can you do all this? Of course you can't, Perturabo, because you never wanted to return to Olympia, never wanted to see with your own eyes what it was like, and never wanted to hear with your own ears what your people had to say. Weep, you don’t want to keep your eyes on those empty schools and families, you don’t want to hear your mother’s desperate cries when all five sons were taken away, you don’t want to personally walk into those once glorious palaces , even in the past you would have praised its beauty and magnificence, and imagined how great a meeting would be held there: but now, let me tell you, there will be no meeting, because the best young people have joined Your legions have all become your warriors, and only those vulgar and weak ones who are not recognized sit in positions that they are not qualified for, and they are in constant panic."

The Primarch clenched his fist tightly, and his finger bones made a crunching sound.

"I won't go back, that's because I don't need to go back, Kelly Fannie! When I left with the Emperor, I gave Olympia everything I should give, I gave them unity and prosperity, I gave They are rational and wise, and I have given them a real way of thinking, ensuring that they can look at the past and future on their own and follow their own path."

"Don't I give them enough?"

"Didn't Olympia welcome the Emperor with joy at the beginning, give me their best heir with joy, and then witness our expedition to the stars?"

"Could it be that now, isn't it because of my identity that I will bring the safest protection in the entire galaxy, so that Olympia will not be swept away by the nightmares in the galaxy, so that Olympia will no longer worry about the legend of the ancient black trial, and let everyone Can a generation of Olympians be immersed in prosperity and comfort, and enjoy the unity and tranquility that their ancestors could not even dream of?"

"What else do they want!"

The angry roar of the Primarch was like the roar of a dragon in the clouds, whipping into the ears of those unfortunate people. The Iron Warriors working on the floor below trembled and worked harder at the work in their hands.

Kelly Fannie, on the other hand, just shook her head.

"You always complain over and over again about what you paid and what you gave, but you never really want to think about what you got and what you gained."

“You always think that everything is taken for granted and is exchanged at equal value, so you pay desperately and use the most difficult and barbaric way to move yourself to make sure that you have paid the most, and then it should be taken for granted. Waiting for the most rewards, waiting for the world to move because of your thoughts that never show up."

"How is this possible, Perturabo."

"A silent baby bird will only starve to death."

"You put all your efforts, all your dedication, all your pride and motivation into the shadow that no one cares about, and then you stand there, waiting and waiting, waiting for this shadow to become the focus of the world, Wait for everyone to notice you next to the shadow."

The Primarch's hand grasped the guardrail, shaking steadily, tearing the extremely solid guardrail into pieces.

"You've always been like this."

"You torture yourself."

"Now, you have begun to torture Olympia again, throwing the blood of this world into your shadow, hoping that it will flow by itself and flow to the feet of others so that they can notice you."

“You feel it’s deserved, you feel it’s an honor for Olympia, and you feel that what you did a generation ago allows you to ask for and take away from generations to come and enjoy it with peace of mind.”

"You are wrong, Perturabo."

"People once cheered you because you were a great monarch, because you did bring what they expected, and because they longed for your enlightened rule to bring a better future."

"People once surrendered to you because you were a strong iron fist. You proved that your strength can bring unity. Although it is not the kind of unity that everyone expected, the reason why tyrants are supported is because they proved that The reliability of security proves that a bitter peace is better than a romantic war.”

"But what now? Perturabo, what are you now? What do you look like in the eyes of the new generation in Olympia? You are neither great nor powerful, because they have never seen you at all, because You haven't given them any hope at all, because you are exactly the same as the legendary Black Judgment, and even more terrifying: The Black Judgment is nothing more than a messenger from the gods descending to earth to steal a dozen children in a century, and you, And your king will take away the best part of each generation of young people, and use the second part as slaves and cannon fodder. Only the worst will be abandoned in the valley of Olympia, and if the war is urgent , you won’t even let go of these worst choices.”

"..."

"You said that you would lead them to glory and victory, but is that really the case? Perturabo, is the thing that I tried every possible means to hide for you from the Olympians a lie? "

"The first thing you did when you received your legion, the first thing you gave them was to kill each other, and let them kill each other!"

"How could you do such a thing? In Olympia, even the most stubborn city-state has never received such treatment: once the matter is exposed, no father or city-state will hand over their children to a person who will order eleven Killing a general, this is not glory, this is another kind of massacre."

"That's their own problem!"

The original body roared, angry, breathing heavily, and hot air surged from his throat and chest, burning the surrounding air mercilessly until it twisted.

"That's their incompetence! Their weakness! Their failure! They didn't do what they should have done! What I did was the simplest and most reasonable punishment! And facts have proven that it is effective! "

"They weren't good enough! So I made them better!"

"Is this wrong?"

He roared like an enraged beast in the arena, putting aside his proud rationality. The pressure from the Emperor's heir made Kelly Fanny tremble subconsciously, but she gritted her teeth and stood still. , she looked at her angry brother and could only sigh.

"If your eyes only see flaws, your soul will never be satisfied."

"When you look at yourself, you only see what you paid, but when you look at others, you only see what they gained, and never care about what they paid."

"Because you don't care about them: you never care. They are just a bargaining chip for you to fulfill your desire, and a handkerchief you use to wipe your tears when you feel sorry for yourself."

"If you continue to think that you are the only one giving in the world, Perturabo, then you will always be so angry and trapped in a cycle of not being understood, because unless the whole world gives to you, Otherwise, you never feel like you’re getting what you deserve.”

Kelly Fanny's tears left traces on her face, and Perturabo instinctively wanted to wipe them away, but never raised his arms.

"Don't do it again, Perturabo, don't do it again, it's only hurting everyone around you, until it eats you up and burns you to ashes."

"Stop, come with me back to Olympia, even if it's just to take a look, even if it's just to take a look at the room where you worked when you were a child, and take a look at the old warriors who once followed you."

"if only……"

She whispered, she cried, and she stretched out a hand, trying to hold her brother's hand wrapped in cold steel.

But she was greeted only by Perturabo's ruthless power: the right kind of power that would not hurt her but could clearly express the Iron Lord's attitude.

"You're wrong, Kelly Finney."

Perturabo stood there, looking at his sister coldly.

He knew, he knew, that if she hadn't been Callie Fannie, if it had been anyone else who had just spoken those words, if it hadn't been for the glory of the Great Crusade blooming in his mind.

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He will kill her.

There is no doubt that.

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If not, Perturabo has not experienced the long bloody battle without any honor or encouragement, the tragic war that caused his children to bleed into rivers again and again, and the tragic war that made his heirs bleed again and again. He rebelled without shame.

He would have killed her.

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"Let me tell you, Kelly Finney."

The Lord of Steel stood there, puffing out his chest, like an inevitable winner, full of glory.

"You're wrong, you couldn't be more wrong."

"You are wrong because you are a mortal. You are wrong because you can never understand my greatness. You are wrong because you are intimidated by temporary difficulties and cannot see the endless light after the difficulties."

"You were knocked down by the despair and weakness in your heart. Of course, after all, you are just a mortal. You are not my true blood relative. You did not have the strength and belief to walk side by side with me and gain those great glory."

"It's not your fault, because you can't do this in the first place."

Perturabo supported his sister and gently flicked away her tears.

"I'm not a mortal, sister."

"I'm so much more than that."

"One day, my talents will be used for the right things, and I will create wonders that will attract the attention of the whole galaxy, and the buildings under our feet will be eclipsed."

"One day, my great creation will stand proudly at the most glorious pinnacle of the Milky Way. It will last for ten thousand years after another, and its blessings will extend to mortals who cannot even be described in numbers."

"One day, the Iron Warriors will reach their rightful place, and we will bloom in the light of the Great Crusade. The more than thirty years so far are just the initial test, and this great journey will continue for five more years. Ten years, even one hundred or two hundred years, when it reaches the end of the destined victory, everyone will be impressed by the power of the Iron Warriors."

"One day, all this I say will come true."

"One day you will realize your mistake and absurdity."

"One day, you will find that it is ridiculous when you try to use your mortal heart to measure the eternity of steel, and when you try to use your weak thoughts to shake Perturabo's faith. "

"Do you think the Olympia you talk about, the Rocks, Damex, schools and mortals you talk about so earnestly, can make my heart even a little shaken?"

"No, Kelly Finney."

"I have reached the galaxy, I have seen true greatness and splendor, I have been to truly important worlds worth defending and capturing."

"Olympia is just an old house, just an outdated invention, a rusty medal, a piece of substandard steel carelessly abandoned in a corner."

"Whatever happened to it."

"No matter what it thinks."

"I do not care."

With one hand, he gently stroked the top of Kelly Fannie's head, satisfied that the soft hair in his memory had not completely disappeared.

"Of course you can stay here, Kelly Fannie. I allow you to express your friendship with my blood relatives. I allow you to feel the happiness and relaxation of mortals."

"But after that, please go back to Olympia, and please don't travel randomly in the starry sky. For you mortals, the Milky Way is not a peaceful paradise. At least, until I make it a peaceful paradise Before, the Galaxy didn't make you feel comfortable."

"Go back and wait."

"Rely on your fragile, mortal heart and feel uneasy."

"One day, I will return to Olympia. I will rebuild it, I will bring my great achievements, and I will establish the first honor in the entire empire as the eternal symbol and soul of this world."

"When the time comes, let's talk about what is right and wrong between you and me."

"Kelly Fannie, my sister."

"You must live long enough."