Chapter 62 Brother Time (please order orz first)
"How do you feel, my brother?" Horus asked happily.
Finally freed from the mysterious dinner that was entangled in endless dangers and turbulent eddies, Horus's relaxation was expressed through all aspects of his body language and verbal language - even as he looked at the Emperor and Morse When he was left alone, the hand lingering on the edge of the door panel fully confirmed his unspoken reluctance.
"Which way?" answered Perturabo.
“Oh, all these things.” Horus spread his palms and drew them in the air, encompassing Bucephalus and the endless world outside the porthole. "The Emperor's fleet left Olympia, suspended in orbit, and met the Emperor. If you really have nothing to say, it's fine to criticize me."
"Would it be better to give you a few compliments?"
"Then I will find a way to deserve your praise." Horus replied humorously, and Perturabo smiled.
The young giant looked at the golden landscape corridor they were walking in and the hall under the corridor. The air was filled with just the right amount of light incense, a scent that would intoxicate even the Primarch's discerning sense of smell.
Every structural line takes into account the balance between aesthetics and practicality. If you have to choose between the two, then the design here is more aesthetic. The exquisite use of light and shadow in various details, or the visual guidance of the ubiquitous complex patterns, together turn the interior of the ship into a splendid and distant dream, and one of thousands of footnotes to the emperor's sacred aura. .
Perturabo could not help but compare the interior decoration here with the drawings he had made. In fact, his brain came up with the answer before he subjectively explicitly wanted to compare.
In Bucephalus, the place where the wisdom of countless craftsmen of mankind gathered together. When they built the palace, they could not help but present the splendor and fantasy to the emperor. Although it was beautiful and magnificent, it was something that Perturabo would not use. plan.
“It’s beautiful here,” said Perturabo. “Aesthetically speaking, I can’t fault it.”
Horus laughed softly, his face glowing with the same joy. Rong Youyan's brilliance. "What about practicality?" he asked.
“It is enough for the flagship of the Lord of the Empire.” Perturabo said, and asked a question that just entered his mind: “But the Empire will not give it to me. Have you prepared a fleet with this style?”
Horus’ laughter decreased and his smile widened. He lowered his voice, lowered his head slightly and whispered to Perturabo: "I told my father that there is no dividing line between architectural beauty and practicality here. And you are the first person who feels the same as me."
"Because I'm your brother?" Perturabo smiled uncomfortably along with Horus and told a joke that he thought should be pretty good.
Horus nodded sharply, and the soft wolf fur on the thick wolf skin hanging outside the shoulder armor swayed, reflecting the bright golden light in the surrounding environment.
"More than that, I think the reason is that you are a very sensible brother." Horus said.
"Don't worry, your legion is incompatible with the style here. When I came into contact with them before, I smelled the smell of hammers and guns." His nose moved, pretending Breathing, "Besides, your flagship may have to be built by yourself. The Emperor said you would prefer it."
The warm humor of the Returned Sons and the sacred sublimity of the Emperor are two completely different things. Emotional power, they all made Perturabo, who had spent his entire remembered childhood with Morse, the unpredictable and cold guy, feel a kind of strangeness that was not easy to touch.
But he does yearn for all this. thought Pertura. As Morse sometimes commented on him, he could not deceive his true heart with rejection and withdrawal.
These people, these people he saw today, are undoubtedly his relatives.
"Can I see them today?" asked Perturabo.
Horus stopped. Next to him was a large window as clean as a mirror. The Shepherd God placed his hands on the golden railings carved with smooth patterns by the window, and his whole body seemed to blend in with the vastness of the stars outside.
"Of course. Right here," he said, "this is the best place to observe the outside fleet. Looking out from this window, how far is your fleet from Bucephalus? You can clearly see which ships are coming. This is a good place that I accidentally compared when I was walking on the ship with my father.”
Horus turned to look at Perturabo: "I now teach you the secret of this place, my brother."
Perturabo also put his hand on the golden railing, and they The tall figures are reflected on the surface of the glass. The light of billions of stars comes from the vast Milky Way and merges with their reflections. It can be said that their bodies contain twinkling nebulae, or they are the incarnations of countless stars.
"Then wait here." Perturabo said, "I have seen a very similar scene to this scene in my sleep." "A magnificent dream?"
"Not necessarily. It was all nightmares at first," he recalled the malicious bruises and scars in the sky. "The stars were staring at me and whispering in my ears like ghosts. Stop.”
"But then it was never the same again. I sat on the edge of the clock tower, looking up at the stars, deriving my astronomical formulas step by step, imagining the planets surrounding each bright point of light, as well as the cities and people on the planets."
Half of his spirit gradually sank into the memory of the past, floating in the air and looking back at the cross-section of time. The manuscripts were scattered on the floor of the Lokos Library, passing through the narrow creaking stairs, going out of the skylight, and running after the back of the black robe in front of them on the sloping brown-red tiles - black tiles under the moon, panting. Qi climbed up to the bell tower and imagined the hillsides, forests, and moonlight together. Across the hills were lakes and bays, and across the bay were orange-red lights and sleeping city-states.
“I often imagine more specific people and things later on,” Perturabo said, “Imagine a different world and a better life.”
“That’s good. ." Horus replied, "This is what the father wants to bring to the human world scattered across the galaxy."
"Starting from Terra"
"The prerequisite for crossing the star sea is a unified Terra."
"Terra..." Perturabo pondered for a moment, "What is it like?"
"Industry, politics, military and The multiple cores of culture. The imperial palace is there, a thousand times more magnificent than this flagship." Horus' face showed pride that needed no words.
"Is there a sea?" asked Perturabo.
Horus tightened his grip on the golden railing, his pride fading away.
"No." Horus said, "I'm sorry, not only the ocean, there is no water on Terra."
Perturabo looked at Horus steadily, and for a moment, he faced the window again of thousands of stars.
“When I participate in the construction of Terra, I will make the ocean reappear on Terra.” He declared firmly.
“You can definitely do it.” Horus smiled.
Perturabo hummed and accepted the compliment silently without any hesitation.
Horus calculated the time in his mind, "Your fleet will soon appear in our sights, Perturabo. The commanders of each company of the Fourth Legion came to meet, and the army is still on standby on Terra. Later. I asked them to come here to meet you."
Peturabo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the end of the dark universe. "I will meet them at the embarkation port later. What shall we talk about now? Imperial truth?"
"You don't sound very sympathetic to our truth." Horus said.
"If you had seen Morse's true appearance, you would not agree." Perturabo said, and added in his heart that there is also the unspeakable field of brass, which is different from the emperor. The golden band of light brought by the first appearance of the Emperor.
"Well," Horus thought for a moment, "then let's talk about your mentor Morse? Do you know his past?"
Even though he tried hard to hide it, the curiosity and eagerness in Horus's tone were still too overflowing.
Perturabo shrugged. "I only know that he comes from Terra. If given the chance, I would also like to know his past experiences. What about you? Do you know the Emperor's past?"
"I only know that he comes from Terra. "Horus said exactly the same thing. The two looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
(End of this chapter)