Chapter 131 Good Brotherly Relationship
“Yes, his thinking is different from ordinary people.” Perturabo said, the gauntlet creaking on his fists, “He is in any inappropriate place. Trying to communicate with him is equivalent to disaster."
"Roger Dorn will at least talk to you" Magnus said depressedly. He frowned, "The Twilight Raiders didn't talk at all! They refused to have any communication with us at first. They didn't look, listen, or speak. It was as if their entire legion was only alive with their mortal servants and data pads as middlemen. Same. They hated my legion."
"What happened next?"
"Later I applied for exchange as the original body, and they sent the commander over, saying that they were not used to it. Witchcraft people cooperate.”
Magnus' annoyance lessened as Perturabo pretended to tap Magnus on the shoulder by tapping the monitor.
The Red Primarch did the same action and patted the screen: "Fortunately, our mission was completed in the end. The Battle of Coghlan ended successfully, otherwise I would have to report their inexplicable and unreasonable resistance. To Terra.
"Sounds as bad as Rogal Dorn. " said Perturabo.
"Rogal Dorn, what did this brother do to seriously anger you, Perturabo? Merely arguing with words will not make you come to me. Magnus said, "I rarely send messages on my own initiative." ”
“Because your soldiers are sending you monthly reports. "Perturabo whispered, not to mention that Perturabo, who was using an attached body, and Magnus, who was using a small model, had never been separated in Terra. "That stupid stone, he slandered Morse. It's an alien. ”
"Ah, why? Has Morse been dressing up like the Adeptus Mechanicus lately?" Magnus asked.
Perturabo twitched the corner of his mouth: "This is a successful joke."
"Thank you." Magnus gave Perturabo a reassuring smile, "I Even though I'm definitely a wizard by definition, I still don't like being associated with ancient Terran psykers who abuse their powers... I mean, that's pretty cool. It makes people angry."
"How dare you insult him? Morse is a good teacher."
"Well... ..." Magnus hesitated for a moment, feeling that if he followed suit, he would feel sorry for his teacher Amon.
By the way, Amon is currently serving as the Templar Lecturer of the Black Crow School, and after discussing with Magnus, he established the Hidden Ones as the person in charge of reconnaissance and intelligence work within the Legion.
Perturabo noticed Magnus's dilemma, so he added "He is my best teacher" at the right time to avoid the other party's entanglement.
"Yes, Master Morse is indeed the case." Magnus breathed a sigh of relief and was aggrieved with Perturabo, "How could Rogal Dorn slander him?"
"I cannot forgive him," said Perturabo.
"Well," Magnus nodded enthusiastically, "do something to fight back?"
"I can't attack him personally," Perturabo said, "because he will start to reflect on what he did wrong, and then thank me for helping him point out the problem."
"Hmm...huh? "Magnus didn't understand how such a person could exist for a moment.
"I cannot attack the people related to him with words. Or with physical attacks. Only cowards will vent their anger on the people around the wrongdoer."
Magnu Si nodded: "Then what are you going to do?"
He waved his red fist, reminding Perturabo of the fight between Magnus and Leman Russ. war.
The Lord of Iron was silent for a while, then raised his chin: "I want to fight him."
"Oh, are you wearing armor?" Magnus raised his tone curiously.
"Why not?" Perturabo's tone returned to its usual stability. "We will each wear armor and carry weapons. I will wear new armor and use the warhammer Mors gave me. As for Rogal Dorn, what equipment he can get has nothing to do with me. This is part of our respective strengths. "Is Rogal Dorn the same warrior as Leman Russ?"
Magnus was deeply impressed by his victory and defeat five years ago. , so he later visited the battlefield many times and explored the organic combination of psychic energy, spells and combat.
After the war, Magnus would write a summary of his experiences and draw a battle map. Now he has completed a thick gold-edged hard-cover book, which is usually fixed with a thin chain and hung around his waist.
"He is more like a king." Perturabo said, "I can't judge his fighting level."
"But your armor is worthy of trust." Magnu Si said seriously, "The warhammer Morse gave you is unstoppable. After winning, how do you plan to treat Rogal Dorn?"
"I may not forgive him." Pettu Labo said, hearing the hatch open behind him.
"Morse." He called out the visitor's name without turning around.
"What are you talking about, Primarchs?"
Mors floated in and glanced at Magnus on the screen.
"What are you doing with your eyes again, Magnus? Oh, and the physique. Looks like there's only one Primarch left in this room who doesn't do any physical training at all."
< br>"I blew up a satellite with a curse." Magnus immediately became cautious, "Also, I didn't mean to--I mean Terra, I didn't mean to knock over your bookshelf, I Just trying to find a way to get the book on the top..."
"Makado didn't tell me about this," Morse said briskly, "Don't worry, I will. Take five minutes to go back and hold that person accountable.”
Magnus's red face seemed to have faded a layer, and the uncertain and vivid light in his eyes faded into a regretful dark gray.
"Calm down, I won't do anything to you unless the bookshelf falls and the sharp corners of my model on the shelf are broken."
Morse Observation As Magnus's expression changed, he got an unpleasant answer. He shook his head: "I didn't eavesdrop just now, so what were you talking about?"
"I want to fight Dorne." Perturabo said.
"Oh, why do you want to be beaten?" Morse was a little surprised.
"...I will wear armor." Perturabo said dryly.
Morse's eyes moved on Perturabo's face, and the Primarch's ice-like eyes blinked uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Any questions?" asked Perturabo.
Perturabo is looking for a chance to forgive Dorne. Morse thought.
This is a good thing. I hope Rogal Dorn will have a mouth closer to that of a normal human.
"You can fight as you like," Morse said, "I'm in charge of medical first aid."
A smile flashed across Perturabo's lips. "Thank you, Morse."
"Oh, it's okay." Morse waved his hand, "And I'm here to send a message. Roger Dorn is waiting for you on the deck of the Phalanx. Details The location is where you first met. You can go to him at any time."
(End of Chapter)