Chapter 103 The Sun of Thousand Dusts
“In this way, I have a new method.” Morse said, “We might as well talk about which legion’s gene seeds are completely fine. Maybe this will make the conversation more interesting. Fast."
"I can't guarantee it." Malcador let the tall scepter support his walking pace, "Just like the Fifteenth Legion, their genetic problems were never highlighted before you came. "
"That's because they didn't participate in the Unification War, right?" Morse snorted and continued to weave his damaged robes with golden runes. "As long as they start a war and their spiritual energy is slightly stimulated, within five years, flowers of flesh and blood will explode everywhere in the legion. You know, what I captured for them to test was just a little demon. ”
While consuming a lot of spell power, he chose to keep the upper half of the temporary body from the chest intact, and dissociated the lower half into the original commands and runes to lock the third The genetic spiral of the fifteenth legion. Now he'll have to float instead of walk until he can rebuild the entire shell.
Macado shook his head and said nothing.
They slowly climbed up the wooden stairs in the tower until they stood next to the stained glass window.
Different from many cities in Terra, which are almost entirely made of inorganic materials, the furnishings here are mostly composed of precious organic materials. The dark brown oiled wood grains are engraved with historical marks, and the surfaces of extinguished candles are solidified. There is milky white wax oil and a light sandalwood scent that creeps into the gaps between the wooden cabinet and the soft cushions. Morse rubbed the charred wick of the candle without lighting it.
Outside the window, more micro-aircraft are scattered in the sky from one thousand meters to seven thousand meters, comprehensively recording and monitoring the conditions on the surface. In the square, thousands of silver-armored Astartes trotted forward until they were lined up.
Their armor is clean and brand-new. Each round nail on the metal strip spanning from the forehead to the chin reflects bright light. The orange and blue color blocks on the shoulder armor mark the appearance of this armor. The cultural customs of the Chemenid legions.
The empire allied itself with the Masters of Mankind early in the Unification War, thus escaping the catastrophe of the war. After the Empire's alliance with Mars, soldiers drawn from Achaemenidli formed the first warriors of the Fifteenth Legion.
Now that they had just emerged from the long training of the Astartes, and encountered a Primarch who had never led an army in a war, Mors could only wish the Emperor good luck in the war he designed for his creations. The talent is powerful enough.
Among the soldiers, Morse saw two Astartes with identical pendants hanging from their pauldrons. He remembered these brothers because the warrior he drew to fight the practice demon was Olmuz among the two.
That battle verified the hidden physical mutation problem of the Fifteenth Legion. Morse remembered that when he rescued the semi-mutated soldier, the other brother, Azak Alimana, was full of gratitude. look.
"I thank you on behalf of the Emperor, Mors." Malcador said.
"I was wondering if I should thank you on his behalf, Prime Minister." Morse said while looking out the window at the golden and red aircraft that was descending in the middle of the square.
Through the hull of the craft, he could see Perturabo and Magnus both sitting in the cabin, and it looked like the Iron Lord was assisting his brother in rehearsing his speech.
"It's okay," Perturabo's mouth shape reflected his words, "It's okay if you're nervous, they can't see you blushing."
Morse smiled , arms folded, watching Magnus, wearing new armor, walk into his heirs.
The broad golden and white cloak highlights his dazzling half-length red hair like a mane. Under the breastplate and shoulder armor is a white battle robe decorated with red sun circles. Divine golden light spots floated in his green-like emerald eyes. The nobility and blood inspiration in them made his warriors unable to help but hold their breath and concentrate.
Magnus did not go to the front desk. On the contrary, after beckoning the soldiers around him to stand up, he stood in the center of the crowd and waved, asking the soldiers to turn around and stand in a circle around him, as if they were about to stand in the center of the square. Start his teaching.
"If there are more people in the Fifteenth Legion, he will cause some minor accidents like this." Morse said, "I think he will be jumped on by the enthusiastic scions in groups."
"Soldiers know how to exercise restraint." Malcador replied gently. "But if there were fewer people in the Fifteenth Legion, they would find an open space and kneel to the Primarch together."
"Then Magnus will be the first Primarch to be scared by his offspring. "
"Oh, no." A smile appeared on Malcador's old face. He looked at the original body in the center of the square, with an unusual satisfaction in his eyes. "You taught him well." "Me?" Morse raised his eyebrows, "What does it have to do with me? You might as well thank Amon and Perturabo."
Makado smiled and said nothing.
In the square, Magnus began a short speech - it was too difficult to praise a legion in a lot of words that had not yet entered the battle, so Magnus promised his legion that they would never Wave, never betray, and fight for the future of mankind. This is not only the oath Magnus made to the Legion, but also his request to the Legion.
Perturabo witnessed his brother's official return with a serious face in the cabin. Morse glanced around the surroundings and saw two people huddled in the same door in another spire opposite. The large primarch was observing intently in front of a window meant for mortals.
Russ also noticed Mors soon after. He patted Horus on the shoulder, and the two of them said hello to each other.
Then Mors discovered the Emperor, standing in the shadow of an inconspicuous corridor with his brilliance restrained, waiting for Magnus to suddenly appear with radiant light at the end of his speech. While personally participating in the return ceremony of the heir, he tested Asta Will Te fall down due to excessive excitement?
This made Morse laugh. Malcador looked at him doubtfully.
"Does the Fifteenth Legion have a name?" Morse asked Malcador, "Or does it just have a number like the Fourth Legion?"
"The Emperor was in a prophetic vision Meeting Magnus will save a thousand of his sons." Malcador's wrinkled hand turned on the scepter. "They were almost going to be named the Thousand Sons, until the Emperor knew you would. Bring Magnus back."
"Then Magnus will name them," said Morse. "I do wonder what their new names will be. It’s difficult, because the name and the thing itself together form the appearance of the thing.”
"I'm equally curious," Malcador said.
In the middle of the square, Magnus looked around at his heirs, with mixed emotions in his heart.
He was moved by the unreserved admiration and trust of the soldiers. However, being in a legion that always supported him unconditionally made him worry about whether he would one day replace his prudent attitude with arrogance. Self-reflection.
Thinking that Perturabo was watching his speech not far away, he told himself to settle down, do what he should do, and take up the responsibility equivalent to the trust of the soldiers.
The Primarch spoke, his words echoing in the hearts of every warrior.
"Before I returned to the empire, I thought I was as bright as the sun. I thought I was a great forerunner, and my brilliance would always clean away dirt like the scorching sun and guide the way forward for mankind."
"But Now I have changed my mind. My children, I can honestly say that my pride has made me a mistake, and this mistake has turned everything I have into a wisp of dust in the blazing sun. I hope that I will. I can give myself some warnings, but my noble brother reminds me not to impose my self-blame on your honor."
"Under this premise, I thought of how to serve you. Name.”
Magnus raised his head and looked directly at the golden sunlight that penetrated the clouds of Terra. His warriors looked up with him.
The dark world is so vast, yet an eternal source of light still selflessly illuminates the faces of all living beings. For Terra, that light source was the core body of the solar system. For the Galaxy, that would be the Emperor.
"The sun of thousands of dusts, warriors. With this small body, we convey the light of the sun."
(End of this chapter)