Chapter 107 Battle
"I don't know how to thank you enough for maintaining the genes of my descendants, Morse. You gave me enough time to safely study their genetic defects without worrying. A sudden outbreak of potential threats. If one day I encounter a descendant with a physical mutation like Olmuz when I am unprepared, I really don't know what to do."
"I. Although I am not good at genetic research itself, I can detect a hidden dangerous message from their hidden psychic fluctuations. I think I can start from all these starting points and carry out certain research from the perspective of subspace influence. The following is the research direction I am currently envisioning..."
Magnus' handwriting was originally quite elegant. At this time, he had to restrain his grace and correct his attitude to express his gratitude. He had to become stiff. Although it is neat and orderly, there are still some small circles with circles emerging from the many drawn strokes.
This only made Morse think of a possibly relevant question, that is, whether the wild wolf in front of him, who was responsible for delivering letters and was so bored that he walked around the door seventeen or eighty times while Mors was reading, would Can write.
"Artisan," the wolf called him, "have you sent a message back?"
"I haven't finished reading yet." Morse said, "Are you in a hurry?"
Leman Russ leaned half of his upper body through the door and came in, pointing at the wall clock with a stable pendulum in Morse's room. "It's past three o'clock. Magnus announced in the morning that he would hold afternoon tea today like Gu Terra." , the kitchen has been preparing kebabs and grilled mushrooms all morning."
"Did Magnus announce, or did you let Magnus announce?"
The Wolf King grinned. : "Haven't you seen through everything?"
Morse sat up from his wicker chair. "Tell Magnus that since he sent me an overly technical thank you letter and transferred it to academic consultation, don't expect to get a reply on the same day."
Ruth gestured to express understanding.
"When will you leave?" Morse asked.
"In a few days." Ruth's eyes passed by the window.
At the end of the clear sky outside the palace window, there are tens of thousands of aircraft taking off and landing over the Overlapping Hive City, scurrying into the sky from the decaying cage made of scrap steel, and constantly communicating with the vast sea of stars.
"When the cubs are ready, I will fight twice with my two brothers, and I will go up to the Tower of Astartes again, and the Space Wolves will go deep into the Obscurus, to obey All Father's instructions. It's time to hunt. ”
Ruth smiled more obviously, or in other words, he exposed the sharp tips of his teeth outside his lips. Compared to his untidy appearance, his teeth are surprisingly sharp and white.
"Tower of Astartes?" Morse read again.
“A marble tower.” Russ said, “Horus told me that on the eve of my departure from Terra, the All-Father would be waiting for me to talk to him at the top of the tower. He would not tell me more details, It's a lie. He didn't like me from the beginning like he liked Perturabo. "Then do you think you should like him?" Morse asked.
"Interesting question." Russ shook his head. His short braid had obviously not been unbraided in a few days, and rough golden hair was sticking out of the braid. He thought without Morse's eyes.
Later, the Wolf King said easily: "At least I like every brother I see now. In short, can I go have barbecue?"
Morse pointed Pointing to the table, he opened a piece of paper in a blank notebook and a string of golden writing "Come to me after eating barbecue" automatically oozed out. Then the paper tore itself off, folded it in half and flew to Ruth.
Ruth rubbed his hands on the armor symbolically, took the note, waved goodbye and quickly disappeared from Morse's eyes.
Morse lay back in his wicker chair. He recently changed his style back to an Olympian robe so that the hood wouldn't dig into his head when he lay down.
After thinking deeply for about a second recently, he decided to spend more time on Terra after Perturabo set off.
Anyway, Perturabo brings another body of himself, and the Primarch will also have a spare body - currently stuck in the void by Morse - staying on Terra, it's important You can call him temporarily if something happens.
He saw no point in following the Iron Warriors' fleet across the galaxy. Does this bring him any positive emotional value other than cleaning up the mess of some hapless bastard scion of the Emperor?
Obviously not.
Oh, and it may also bring research tasks that are added out of thin air to your peaceful life.
Morse shook the long letter from Magnus in his hand, and looked inside the envelope with his fingers spread on his lap to confirm that the number of remaining letters inside was worthy of the envelope paper. After the weight, I silently sighed and fell into self-reflection.
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"Can you..." Magnus stared at Russ and the shoulder of the Wolf King that was connected to the hand on his back under the light armor.
Three seconds ago, this hand had just picked up a squeaky and greasy skewer, and he could already feel a terrible moisture seeping from the robe on his back.
Perturabo balled up the handkerchief and threw it at Russ's face. Russ accurately intercepted the handkerchief midway. After wiping his hands, he wiped the back of Magnus's robe.
Magnus rarely felt the urge to commit violence. Before he was covered with golden runes from his forearm to his fingertips, Russ took a step back knowingly and raised his hands in surrender.
"We will fight after eating." The Wolf King put down his hand and took two skewers from the iron frame, "Thank you, brother. I made an appointment with Macado for the ring."
< br>"If you want Magnus to hold back when he hits you, you can just say so." Perturabo glanced at Magnus, who was trying to wipe away the stain with a curse.
The Red Giant has begun to think about why he has only studied how to seriously use this reality-distorting power and has never flexibly expanded its daily application issues.
"Oh, our Magnus is not a warrior." The Wolf King licked the corner of his mouth. If there were not so many oil stains on his mouth, this would be a very dangerous expression.
"Words of encouragement are no match for actions. Horus has once again embarked on the expedition, and you two are the only ones who can fight me."
"We have a principle in Fenris. A thousand friendly greetings are not as good as one face-to-face roar, otherwise you wouldn’t have arranged a battle drill between the Iron Warriors and the Sun of Thousand Dusts, right?”
“But...” Ma Genus always felt that there was something wrong with Ruth's words.
"But there was a man here who was trying to cover up his crude behavior with theories and compliments," said Perturabo. "At the same time, he took advantage of the conversation to eat the barbecue that didn't belong to him."
Ruth put the skewers back on the rack. "Okay, brothers. I understand. You take your time and play in Terra. I will run away tomorrow."
"Oh, by the way," he suddenly remembered something and fumbled around in his small bag for a long time. , found a small torn piece of paper.
"Morse's reply to you... Oh, wait a minute, it's not this." The Wolf King stared at Magnus and smiled, wiped his hands, took out another piece and wrapped it separately in thick paper. The note, "This is it."
Magnus took the paper package. "I have no experience in hand-to-hand combat, but I can guarantee that I will not lose strength in the ring."
The Wolf King laughed twice. "That's great, my brother!"
"If you lose, you are not allowed to leave now." Perturabo said, "How about accompanying our army in exercises?"
"Do you want me to be beaten by fifty thousand people?" Wolf King's story After thinking about it, he quickly agreed: "My wolf cub will not participate, but I can come and play for two days."
(End of this chapter)