Chapter 116 The Iron-Blooded Ship
The Iron-Blooded Ship will be parked in the lunar orbit.
When he learned that the flagship he personally designed had finally set sail from the Olympia Orbital Shipyard, Perturabo, who was on an expedition, was inspecting the work of the new batch of war blacksmiths in the surface fortress of the planet he conquered.
The Iron Warriors Primarch decided to let the Iron Blood show up on Terra first, for reasons that only he and Magnus knew - although this reason was not as secretive as the two Primarchs thought. good.
While the intact Perturabo closed his eyes to deliver the message, Perturabo of Terra was searching for historical clues with Magnus.
They were almost sure that a forerunner like the Emperor, who was as concerned about humanity as he was, must have made waves several times in the long history.
Two Primarchs with the same keen thinking quietly built a model for the image of the Emperor, adding such things as "positive and negative correlation with theology and religion", "amazing and incredible achievements", "died young after turning the tide", etc. Wait for possible key points, and use this set of ideas as the wind blowing the sails to swim in the ocean of incomplete historical materials.
Just as Perturabo was refuting Magnus's Emperor Jeanne Dark on the grounds that his father was a biological male, he received a message from his other self.
Since Morse's artificial body this time actually contained organs that were not very useful, after a brief moment of daze, Perturabo's two hearts were able to absorb both joy and tension at the same time. Emotions pounding.
Magnus walked out of the book holding the heavy pages that were about to be turned back, jumped to the edge of the bookshelf and sat down. "You look hesitant, Perturabo."
"Really?" Perturabo whispered so as not to blow away his brother. "Because the Ironblood is coming to Terra."
"Wow!" Magnus shouted, his size allowing him to use his voice freely, "What about Morse? He's going to follow the ship "Leave?"
"I don't think he will move. Unfortunately, the fleet's chefs are not as good as those in the palace." Perturabo said, "Speaking of which, do you want him to leave or not?" . ”
“It’s up to you, Perturabo. I can send him files to communicate, and I can even make the curse into a projection to show my results in multiple dimensions. But - I mean, do you want to see him? "
"I don't think my gift can impress him." Perturabo closed the book in his hand. "But I'm waiting for the arrival of the Iron Blood."
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The Iron Blood is parked in the lunar orbit.
The cabin vibrated as the engine's power gradually increased. This vibration was transmitted along Perturabo's skin that was attached to the seat to the simulated blood vessels that Morse gave him, and the two in his chest My heart trembled and was carried into the clouds like an ascending cabin.
He used the corner of his eye to look at the man in black robe leaning against the iron bars of the glass window, trying to figure out Morse's mood from his back.
From the leaning window, you can see the fading miniature of Terra. The interlaced surface of gold and gray fills the clear window like a metal picture frame, like something preserved in a museum. This ancient art uses tin foil and gold paper to cover the entire frame.
Perturabo did not call him, but looked to the window on the other side and saw the huge shipyard of the moon spread out in the window. The Glory Queen he designed was floating among countless silver cables with the void as a dark background. , its cold and huge body with geometric beauty is illuminated from time to time by scattered point light sources emitted from everywhere.
The collision of the spearhead at the front made Perturabo fascinated, and he already wanted to become one with the ship, like a sharp silver knife cutting into the galaxy. The cannon muzzles hidden on the ship's thick metal add a mysterious shadow symbolizing extreme danger to the Iron-Blooded, coupled with the yellow and black stripes running through the ship's hull as a warning. Although still outside the starship, Pettu Labo also seemed to be walking in the iron-blooded veins of the Iron Blood.
Busy servitors and Mechanicus priests were floating around on the outer shell, checking the situation of the Iron-Blooded. They were smaller than ants in an ant nest, but equally busy. Perturabo was eager to ask the alien-looking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus what they thought of his Predator.
A breeze was carried by the fluttering robes and came to Perturabo's side. Morse stood here, moving his gaze from Terra to the moon, stopping on Perturabo's Ironblood. "Excellent." Morse turned half of his face and turned his gaze towards the original body. His eyes had the epitome of the Iron-Blooded Horn.
"I designed almost every detail of it," Perturabo said. "This is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes."
"Show it to me." Morse replied.
While it took several Terras to tour the entire starship, Perturabo rarely kept track of the time, because his whole heart was immersed in the focused introduction.
His calm sentences were soaked in the enthusiasm that overflowed from time to time. From the deck to the bridge, the simple and cold metal shell with a simple appearance hides a complex and frightening structural composition, even if it is from the Mechanicus. The priest could not immediately find out. Perturabo stood in the shuttle, his powerful arms now acting as props of a speaker, outlining his creations in every detail.
Morse would have a few discussions with him from time to time, or ask questions, or nod in silence. The man in black robe sat on his seat with his legs crossed, expressionlessly reading each of Pertura's words. Hearing the words in his ears, combined with the scenes reflected in his dark eyes, he let them pass through his thinking circuit, and at the same time analyzed the characteristics of the Iron Blood from both a comprehensive and detailed perspective.
This was just about the biggest surprise Perturabo could have hoped for.
However, what really stirred his heart was something he was not very willing to admit, that is, Morse would make some sharp comments and suggestions to him from time to time, of course, in the form of criticism and questioning. . The concept of softness doesn't seem to exist in the Man in Black's vocabulary list - does he really have one?
Morse did not hesitate to use the briefest sarcasm as bullets to accurately hit the few weak points that still existed on the Iron-Blooded. While penetrating the flaws, he addressed Perturabo, who was still retorting. Really shows the range of progress.
Morse was an absolutely generous inspirer, and Perturabo had long been accustomed to extracting the priceless knowledge hidden within his unfriendly language.
The shuttle passes through the training room and intelligence processing center in the ship, approaches the Institute of Strategic Studies, and will finally stop outside the passage leading to Perturabo's private office. The light blocked by the sky ring beam poured into the shuttle, and happened to fall on Perturabo's palm.
He was stunned for a moment, then held his palm and felt a warmth spreading.
"Morse," he turned to the man in black robes, attracting Morse's another kind of concern that was different from the ship itself. "I still remember the oath I swore in your workshop in Lokos."
"It hasn't been a few years, of course you remember." Morse said.
“I swear to give you a heavily carved stone double,” said Perturabo, “to prove with all my strength that I have learned from you. I am not yet able to complete the complete design. , so I hope to give you a mid-term transitional work to prove my current ability."
His throat tightened. This was exactly what he had been preparing for without Mors's knowledge since he left Olympia, and he completed it himself on the way back to Terra. Before boarding the Iron-Blooded, Magnus helped him deliver this gift from Terra to the Iron-Blooded's private office in advance, and he only needed to muster up the courage to send it.
He took a breath, then was interrupted by Morse.
“I actually have something I want to give you for transitional purposes.” Morse said, “But before that, there seems to be someone who wants to give you a gift. It seems like another you. You didn’t tell you this.”
In front of the shuttle, the iron door of the office opened automatically. A tall figure in white robes stood tall, wearing a newly made iron crown on his forehead.
Califon turned to face Perturabo, the weight of the iron crown and gold ornaments being borne by her straight spine, and in that soft face lit by a smile, the queen's eyes were still bright Like dew.
Regarding who the original body will appear next, you can see which planets around Necromunda will be accidentally passed by...
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