Chapter 67 Treasures
“After that, we decided to clear the orbit around Olympia and find the satellite occupied by the Black Trial.”
Perturabo’s temporary armor is here Shizheng was lying on Olympia's workbench in the form of being dismantled into several pieces.
The young giant bent down, almost lying on the edge of the workbench that was too short for him. The excitement of analyzing new technology diluted his discomfort of not having suitable size tools.
"Morse, from the existing samples, we know that the power of their laser weapons is obviously limited by the energy source. This is an additional product of a static defense system. The complete framework will definitely still be used under their normal circumstances. Located at the site of the Olympian Moon ”
"You are right. And it is empty now. If the aliens did not destroy it, then it is an open treasure house. The only way to get the blades and gold is to break the door open." Morse was on the wicker chair. Half-closing his eyes, "Who will do this?"
"Ourselves." Perturabo said, "Myself and my legion."
"You just do it. Are you proud of your Legion, Perturabo?" Morse swayed as the wicker chair rocked back and forth slightly. When he decided to pack the necessary items and take them away, he took the wicker chair with him.
"I do need a legion." Perturabo avoided answering the question directly.
He straightened up, stretched his body, took some manuscript paper that he had drawn before, and handed it to Morse.
"The Emperor and Horus have left. There are still endless planets in the entire galaxy waiting for the Human Empire to recover, and my legions are rushing to Olympia."
"They are because of the relationship they had with me when they first met. I feel extremely guilty for asking for help, and I hope I will punish them. But before that, I want to choose their colors."
Morse took the manuscript, and Perturabo was simply treating the design as an oil painting. To create, it seems that he has been too excited recently.
In addition, each picture has a yellow and black color combination. This had to make Morse feel that Perturabo had already thought of a plan, and now he was just vaguely boasting about himself in front of him.
“They already have names?”
"Yes. The prayer has also been compiled." Mentioning this, Perturabo moved his lips and suddenly felt a little difficult to speak.
If he is allowed to stand on the podium, then he knows exactly how to mobilize the atmosphere of the whole place, and when the emotions of the Astartes rise to the highest point, he will lead them to shout out the glorious legion. Name and regimental slogan.
But on such a sunny and lazy afternoon, with Morse lying on a wicker chair and rocking back and forth, he solemnly introduced his thoughtful prayer and the profound meaning behind each word?
Morse keenly captured the hesitation of the young giant.
He immediately sat up straight and put on his standard smile, full of interest. "Tell me and listen."
"I...just thought about it, there is still a lot of room for improvement." Perturabo explained in advance uneasily.
"Well, so what is it?"
"How about you wait for me to meet with the legion later and listen to it?"
"Then how do you put your Show me the design drawings now?" Morse shook the manuscript paper in his hand, and the paper became heavier due to the oil paint. "Aren't you embarrassed to show me these drawings?"
"I have never been shy about showing my work." Perturabo said firmly, "I named them Iron Warriors."
Morse nodded: "Very good, it suits your personal style."
"I hope they are as firm as steel and will never hesitate or give in..."
Perturabo Unable to speak any more, he grabbed a pen and paper from the table, quickly wrote a string of words, stuffed it in front of Morse, and turned away.
Morse stepped back slightly to focus his gaze. Then, he deliberately cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and recited word for word in a low and powerful voice: "Steel begets strength, strength begets will, and will begets faith. What did the emperor teach you? Faith begets honor." You actually care about this, honor begets steel - it comes back, well, it's pretty good...
"You wrote it very well, Perturabo. So don’t be so coy. You are over three meters tall. Who says your writing is not good? You can just beat him. Except for me, you can’t beat him. And the Emperor, Horus, Malcador and so on. "Perturabo covered his face with one hand, "When did you become violent? ”
"When I know you won't actually hurt people because of your emotions." Morse took the paper with the prayer written on it in Perturabo's knuckled hands, and put his right hand in the air. In a flash, there was a quill between his fingers.
He wrote the date of the day on the paper, noted "Perturabo's new work", and threw it into the air. The golden runes flashed and the paper disappeared.
Perturabo, who had just been comforted, was immediately stunned, and a terrible possibility jumped into his thinking circuit.
“Have you been collecting things I made over the years?”
"Well, it's worth collecting." Morse said directly, "Mainly physical items, the first one is the daguerreotype. Do you remember it? The one we took under the cliff? At that time you He's not that big yet, he's quite cute."
"You... Morse!" Perturabo shouted in panic. Thanks to the original body's amazing memory, he knew Morse back then. The arrogant words coming out of his mouth returned to the surface of his consciousness. "You can't-"
"The second piece is the double stone statue you carved for the second time, the one that you won the upper hand in the contest with me. Because the original was too large, I later helped you draw three more "
Perturabo felt that the whole world began to shake, and darkness and coldness covered his head. The only thing he could do was to stand there and try to block out Morse's voice. , but the tone that deliberately created an emotionally full effect tirelessly invaded his psychological defense line.
"The follow-up is some exercises you did when you were a child, the making of some exquisite gadgets, geometric pattern design, and charcoal sketching. Every time you start a new exploration, or I find that you have made progress, I Will leave a record." Morse knows everything.
"Later, do you still remember that you gave me a camera you made yourself? You also emphasized to me that your camera has better performance and much higher shooting efficiency. So most of the subsequent records are based on what you gave me Taken by the camera. For example, your serious face when Callifon wears the crown.”
Perturabo wanted to sit down, but unfortunately he couldn’t find a chair of suitable size.
"Okay," Morse stood up. He patted Perturabo's forearm. "I treasure these things because I care about your growth."
"I have reflected on it in the past two days and found that I have admitted to Malcador and the Emperor that I care about you, but I have not yet expressed my concern for you. Say it personally. I am determined not to become a negative example like the emperor, so I am going to confess a few words-Okay, it's that simple. If you want to hear good things, I can only start reciting hymns."
< br>Perturabo suddenly felt that all the darkness in the world had receded, and all the lovely things showed their own brightness and joy, although he still felt that his face was getting hot.
He pursed his lips, and was too embarrassed to ask Morse about the emperor's statue.
Perturabo could not destroy the rare atmosphere now, and then he realized that the few words Mors had just said would also be treasured in his heart.
Forget it today. he thought.
"Then...what was the last thing you recorded?" Perturabo tried his best to tell himself that this was nothing to be ashamed of.
He has the confidence to tell anyone that he has performed well in recent years and has nothing to hide.
Morse raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers.
A video suddenly appeared in the sky.
“I don’t need him, Morse.” In the video, Perturabo, wearing a weird robe that didn’t quite fit him, said seriously to Morse’s emperor statue, “Do I need it? ? I'm sure you don't need to..."
Peturabo clapped his hands on his face and didn't want to say another word.
(End of this chapter)