Chapter 63 Parent-Child Time
Morse tapped his finger to clean up the round table surface again. His psychic energy was like the wind set off by eagle wings blowing across the table, and a stable shadow appeared in the center of the round table, showing Show Perturabo and Horus walking side by side.
"You have recovered two Primarchs." Mors said to the Emperor, "Then who was the man in golden armor just now?"
The Emperor pondered for a moment, this A question clearly troubled him, and the silence itself was part of the answer.
"If you always say nothing, how can I do things for you?" Morse picked up his sarcasm, "Unless you are not at all worried about someone doing something wrong with good intentions and unintentionally Your unobservable stealth plan was shattered."
"Knowledge itself is dangerous," the Emperor said, in a quiet narrative tone. "Mankind often cannot afford to face the truth. You are not unaware of this, Morse. We have all passed through the Veil."
< br>"I am not a human being." Morse replied.
"You basically meet the definition of a human being." The emperor chose to skip this undebatable topic after a sentence of explanation, "In any case, I know you have already seen the answer."
< br>"Of your twenty creations, the three that have appeared before me are essentially different from humans, but they are by no means beyond the scope of humans mentally."
Emperor The golden halo around the pupils was silently glowing.
"It sounds like what you did when you compiled dogmas and stories back then, fabricating some images of divine power, but still logically using a set of common patterns extracted from a wide range of behaviors in human society." Moore. Si said.
"I am not reconstructing a religious system."
"And what is Imperial truth?"
The Emperor gave up the debate again.
He went back to the first question: "The last person to come here was Number 20. He also hopes to see his new brother."
Mors looked at the two brothers in the desktop projection. Apparently Horus didn't know that there was another brother returning in front of him.
At this time, Horus was spreading his hands to show Perturabo the gorgeous interior design of the flagship.
Unlike the subtle atmosphere when Morse was present, they got along harmoniously and seemed to be truly connected by blood. Apart from the similarity in body shape and the perfect appearance with their own characteristics, there is a natural equality and tacit understanding in their sparkling spiritual communication.
"They look very unique." Although Morse would rather say, "They are very different from me."
He controlled his emotions a little and continued more calmly: "I admit that I am curious about why you want to name your newly created child after Lupekar. I am also curious about the time when I left. How many similar new lives have you created, who has been your partner, and when did you get to know such a tolerant seal bearer?"
He smiled. "After all, there is no point in asking, and I don't want to drown myself in the pursuit of responsibility for the past."
At the same time, Morse made up his mind to let the past be buried forever by time.
"I know," said the Emperor. "And your personality has not changed."
"Do you mean the long-winded side, the caustic side, or the cold-shouldered side?"
"Almost any side." The Emperor showed With a rare sense of humor, he smiled.
"Except for one thing, you have started to take care of the growing children." He pointed at the young giant wearing iron gray light armor in the image on the desktop.
Morse leaned back in his chair.
“Isn’t it because your skills are so poor that I couldn’t help but complete the forging of that good material?” He said dissatisfiedly, “Look at that child’s character. Can you be more careful? And what did you do to make him see the hole in the curtain? "It was an accident. I didn't want to make them lose it." Even the Emperor looked sad when this was mentioned.
“I have always believed that you have your reasons for everything you do. Your plans are as huge as your dreams, and the hidden secrets are more undetectable than the glaciers under the sea level. As for the sailors you hired, they were often surprised to find that they had hit your hidden glacier when they discovered that the rivets on the bottom of the ship had fallen off. "Let me guess, who misunderstood your intention again?"
The emperor reluctantly looked away, and after a while he answered: "Erda." Morse took a breath and grinned, with an expression on his face that was difficult to describe in a few words. "My respected Emperor, are you short of manpower around you?"
"You have all left."
"Is this our problem? Morse raised his eyebrows and almost considered changing back to his true form on the spot to ask the Emperor what he was doing with his hands.
Plans, failures, new plans, new failures... This cycle is endless, as if the boulders are pushed up the mountain and then fall down the slope, and they don't even know where the top of the mountain is where the sun shines in the emperor's eyes. .
Besides, it was wrong for others to leave the Emperor on their own initiative, and Morse did not run away on his own initiative.
"I don't know." The Emperor said, and Morse read the confusion that the golden man had accumulated over the years from the depths of the Emperor's focused eyes.
Okay, Morse thought. He had had enough.
He didn't know if he had changed, but the Emperor had definitely not changed - except for changing his self-name to a more retro style and giving his power a lazy name, the Emperor was still the same.
Sometimes he is just like a mortal, and sometimes he cannot truly understand the inner desires of those around him. His gaze was farther than eternity, and he himself was too lofty.
"Let's get into working hours." Morse said in frustration. "Clear the work goals early. I'm tired of sitting on this high chair with my feet not touching the ground. Why are the furnishings on your flagship all in original size?" Designed? Is your palace also filled with love for your heirs who are not his heirs? "
"Their palace is left in the drawings of the palace," the emperor affirmed Morse's casual mention. .
This completely knocked Morse down. He didn't want to say another word now.
He said quickly: "The final goal of the plan, the segmented goals, the current progress, and the current problems. What can you tell me?"
"I mentioned the final goal at the banquet just now. ”
Morse didn't want to know how many times that speech had been reused by the Emperor.
“Now that Terra has been unified, the war in the solar system has ended. Next, I hope to bring back the Primarchs of each legion in turn during the expedition, and promote the progress of the expedition as soon as possible. When the storm subsides The restoration was completed during the period."
Every time the word "expedition" was mentioned, the emperor's micro-expression showed a certain degree of displeasure. Morse knew this stemmed from the Emperor's distaste for traditional religion.
"So now, what do you need me to do most?" Morse asked.
The Emperor looked at Morse with his unique solemnity, and his golden eyes met Morse's gaze directly. At this moment, Mors was almost overcome by the sadness in the Emperor's eyes, and he immediately advised himself not to become the easily understood New Age fanatical scion and loyal disciple of Horus.
"Recover my other children, my son," said the Emperor. "The Fourth Legion will advance faster and farther than any other Legion. Your footprints will be on every planet in the galaxy. Eighteen Legions await them. The Gene Father, and humanity awaits our Legions."
"You will encounter obstacles along the way, including aliens, traitors, and..." The Emperor swallowed. "Only you have the ability to deal with all this. Only you already know all this."
"Don't let the other heirs you will welcome in the future hear." Morse whispered. . "So where do we go now?"
"I will return to Terra first." said the Emperor. "There are still endless matters that need to be dealt with."
"Horus and Pei Where’s Turabo?”
"They will have autonomy, but I hope Perturabo will return to Terra to take over his full Legion next," the Emperor said. "In addition, I don't know the location of the other Primarchs. Only the location of the two of them has some clues. I will give you the marked range later."
"Speaking of the Legion," Moore Si calculated the time, "Hasn't the leading representative team of the Fourth Legion arrived yet?"
The Emperor frowned slightly, shook his head, and looked out the porthole.
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