Chapter 70 Parting Gift
Perturabo's drawing hand stopped, and the two slender quills looked so small in his hands.
The two rows of teeth of the young giant briefly collided, as if chewing a layer of non-existent sand particles.
"Oh, where are you going?" He continued to draw the statues of his descendants, and with just a few strokes he drew an image of an Astartes who fell to the ground and tried to get up quickly.
"The Emperor gave me countless choices, but he also gave me two suggestions." Morse stood and said.
He stood no taller than Perturabo sat, mostly because he had no interest in remaking a larger shell.
His hand waved in the air, and a vast drawing with most of the area in darkness appeared in the air. The faint silver light shining like stars in the black fog confirmed that it was a drawing. Map of the universe.
Some time ago, only the core area of this map, that is, the vicinity of the solar system, was illuminated by the mapper, and information such as place names, waterways, and whether troops were stationed were clearly marked.
Now, there are two thin bright lines connecting the Aquila logo used to mark Terra with the Milky Way, one line connecting Cthonia and the other connecting Olympia.
There are also two dark gold lines connecting Sky Eagle to the dark mist in the Milky Way. One of them happens to be roughly on the straight line of the channel between Olympia and Terra that does not pass through the subspace, and the other is a little more remote. The end of the gold thread is also unclear.
"You have two brothers waiting for the glory of the Empire to shine above their heads." Morse said, "although I'm not sure they really expect it."
Perturabo raised his head, he stared at Look at the map, as if you hope to get a glimpse of the truth of the universe from this map with extremely low information content.
"You have to find them for the Emperor." He said firmly.
"That's right." Morse said. His finger first moved to a more remote star area and randomly drew a circle on the map.
"Here, Ultramar. The Emperor believes that one of his descendants is lost here, although he is not sure of the specific location - it is really a problem, there are too many habitable worlds in the Ultramar area."
"Then how did he know it was there?"
"Oh, he said that a few years ago, a man in that area dreamed that the emperor wanted to entrust a child to the locals. When that man dreamed, the emperor also had something to say. Induction."
Perturabo frowned in confusion, and moved to the next blank drawing paper in his hands.
"Maybe this is psychic power." Morse shrugged and found a chair to sit down. "I don't recommend delving into it, because even I wouldn't be bored enough to stare at the vast ocean. Not even the Emperor."
He pointed towards the black cloth-wrapped finger. At one point on the map, the temporary mark on Ultramar disappeared, and a planet at the end of another dark gold thread was highlighted.
"Here, Prospero."
"Dream sensing again?"
Morse shook his head. "Be more practical this time."
"In fact, the Emperor has maintained a considerable degree of contact with the scion. They are often by each other's side in the gathering place of psychic dreams. Morse calmly relayed the top-secret news that the Emperor told him, "Except that the Emperor never really set foot in Prospero and stepped his golden boots on the spiers of the pyramids of Tizca, their exchanges with each other And teaching is no less than father and son in the ordinary sense. Magnus, that is the name of your fifteenth brother."
"What makes him so special?" asked Perturabo.
"It's hard to say. Maybe it's because of his outstanding psychic talent, or maybe there's a deeper reason that even the Emperor doesn't dare to confirm. It can't be because of his skin color."
Petura's point He shook his head, and it was unclear whether his voice was restrained or annoyed. "Who are you going to go to first?"
"Do you have any suggestions?" Morse said.
Perturabo spent a brief moment thinking, and then he said while drawing: "You have to go alone and search for my brothers, and I need to return with my Iron Warriors. Terra, officially announces the return of the fourth Primarch. "
"If I slowly advance from the physical universe, take Olympia as the starting point to regain all the areas on the Terra-Olympia route, and take this. Merit serves as my first gift to the Human Empire when I return to Terra, and at the same time to better integrate with my legion... Then in the process, I can pass through Prospero and bring you and that new brother together. Take it with you and go to the solar system together.”
"If you are going to Ultramar, then I can also re-plan the route first and lead the army to Ultramar. With this decision, the legion's advancement will take longer and there may be difficulties in supply."
< br>"So your suggestion is Prospero." Morse concluded. "The above reasons are the kind of official reasons that can be submitted to superiors in writing. What about your private reasons?"
Perturabo put down his pen and turned his wrist in a circle.
During his all-night work, the general design drawings have been completed and are now being classified according to each camp and neatly stacked in the corner of the table.
Now only the statue of Eric Anderson and the statue of the Fourth Legion's collective shooting remain, which Perturabo plans to carve himself.
He was going to take a short break before working again.
And during this break, he and Morse discussed the matter and completed it. "I can tell you want to go to Prospero first, Mors," said Perturabo. "You describe my fifteenth brother more carefully than the other, and you put him later. Speak. And I want to know why you and the Emperor pay special attention to that brother."
"You are always keen enough, Perturabo. ” Morse conceded his judgment. "And the reason why I prefer to see Magnus first is because of the long-term teachings given to him by the Emperor."
"Why?" Perturabo was puzzled for a moment.
"Some intuition tells me that the descendant that your father deliberately spent so much effort to educate can easily become a dark source of trouble. I fully doubt that letting that descendant continue to be lost in the depths of the vast stars may have quite unpleasant consequences. Coming after many years." Morse smiled.
Perturabo looked at him for a moment, then looked away slightly.
"When will you set off? How will you go?"
"Wait until I give you my parting gift." Morse said, and the next moment, his body appeared again. Once it collapsed and folded, it became a piece of imitation rubber spread softly on the seat.
Perturabo felt his breathing pause for a second, until he saw the familiar black linen cloth with golden light floating beside him.
"It will be much easier to return to my original form when traveling alone at high speed in the highest sky." The void whose form was outlined by the mantra said, "After arriving there and floating up from the subspace to the real universe, I will make another one. Shell. "
"As for this shell, you are responsible for carrying it, Perturabo. Switching between different shells is the fastest method of interstellar movement that I have confirmed to be safe. I can do it at any time. Come back to this shell and see what you are doing.”
Perturabo picked up the things hanging on the chair and decided to make a wooden box for storage. He was sure his expression was becoming very strange.
He was never happy when he learned that Morse was leaving.
But suddenly he knew that Morse could come back to him at any time. Looking at his real-time movements, he not only did not feel happy, but also felt an inexplicable and subtle feeling in his heart.
"I'll bring it with me." He tried his best to show a calm and rational expression that symbolized maturity.
Black Azabu laughed. "The second gift, look."
Another empty body fell out of the air and lay flat on the ground. He looked like a short boy wearing a cloth robe, with neatly cut black hair and eyes as blue as ice.
Perturabo said expressionlessly: "This is me when I was a child."
"Well, you can try touching it."
Perturabo hesitated suspiciously for a few seconds, and finally reached out to touch the strange thing.
The next moment, his senses and thinking were divided into two halves at the same time. One part was lying on the ground looking towards the brown wooden ceiling, and the other part looked at his young self looking towards the ceiling.
Both Perturabo looked like they had seen something incredible.
"It seems to be working very well." The voice was transmitted to the two Perturabo ears at the same time, and the strong sensory confusion was quickly adjusted by his excellent analytical ability.
Within ten seconds, Perturabo stood up on the ground and looked up at himself, sober and calm.
"This body has no special powers," said Perturabo, standing up.
"Because my reference is you ten years ago." There was a smile in the golden light's voice.
“The link has been established. You can use this body as a more convenient communication device. After a few trainings, you can dedicate part of your will to come here at any time. I will pay for the consumption. I am experienced in this area."
"Your rare soul strength and thinking ability can support this micro-division. I will take it to Prospero, and you can visit you as I did. Come visit me."
"In addition, I adopted this form because of the energy carrying and consumption. If I want to be a shell that can accommodate you now, then it shouldn't be me. The scope of research is the scope of emperor research. Even this body is based on my sufficient understanding of you."
In fact, it was because when he sealed Perturabo's power ten years ago, he tested all the psychic abilities on the children of that year, so he had a ready-made model.
Perturabo's eyes shone slightly. He carefully sensed the state of his soul, suppressed his excessive desire to explore, and tried to recover the part of consciousness that was separated and not related to the essence of his soul.
A familiar power with golden words helped his consciousness become one. His nerves ached briefly, then immediately got used to the shift in consciousness.
"Try again?" Morse suggested.
Perturabo took a deep breath, and the next moment, he once again saw this wonderful world from two bodies at the same time.
(End of this chapter)