Chapter 155 The Birth of the Contractor
“If you want to ask...”
In the Palace of Terra, Perturabo took a half circle in the workshop filled with piles of small parts , making the buzzing automatic dancing dolls handmade in recent years behind him and the steel flying fish swimming out of thin air become a harmonious part of the environmental background where they are located.
"Their departure went very smoothly. The other Rogal Dorn and I decided to proceed with their expedition normally. The first human-inhabited planet we encountered has passed under the banner of the Aquila. Merely diplomatic negotiations to return to the Empire."
"I guess they are not rich," Morse said.
"Their most common weapons are cold weapon blades and pitchforks." Perturabo's expression remained unchanged, "And we brought enough sugar, salt and electricity to the locals."
"Even some Great technological inventions, such as air conditioning? You are doing a good job, but I am not here to ask about your situation." Morse shook his head and continued before Perturabo could react, "I believe you. The two of us can solve most of the problems that can be encountered in the Great Crusade - Hi, Magnus."
The red-haired miniature Magnus climbed up from the table and faced Maul. Si waved his hand. "Hi!"
"If you are here, make some extra preparations." Morse took out a prepared rune from the air and threw it on the table. The golden light immediately spread, covering the workshop Wrap tightly. Even if Malcador was passing by, he would not be able to spy on what was going on in the workshop - although Malcador would never be so meddlesome.
"Ah, will I leak the secret?" Magnus' innocent smile was stuck.
"Never mind. Morse will do it whether you are here or not," said Perturabo.
"Yes," Morse found an open space for a chair among the large number of handicrafts and sat down. "The emperor agreed to let both of you know about this, but after the magic circle was removed, , none of you can show your knowledge of what is mentioned next to anyone except yourselves. I can vouch for the validity of the rune, because it was not me who made it, but your father."
The two Primarchs invariably became more serious, with Magnus becoming as expressionless as Perturabo.
"Now let me introduce the Webway." Morse conjured up a simulated star map of the Milky Way in the air, with conceptual roads randomly connected with silver threads. "Enter through a Webway door. , coming out of another webway door. No need for star torches, no interference from subspace, and stable super-light travel. The webway is the key to the ability of the Eldar to travel through the universe. "
Perturabo immediately understood the Emperor's hidden plan, and was almost overwhelmed by the trust behind this important plan: "How to use the Webway?"
Magnus murmured "no interference from subspace" and found a piece of rubber on the table to sit down.
"The Empire cannot master alien technology in a short period of time, and even the Emperor cannot achieve it." Morse thought of the thickness of the Emperor's 4,000-page plan, and the large number of pages in the plan. Unfinished calculations, "But we may have inadvertently found a race that can master this technology and is willing to obey the Empire."
"Has the Emperor captured the Eldar?" Perturabo ask. "Do they really know how to repair instead of just using the webway?"
"No, the race that is willing to obey is not the Eldar." Morse's fingers subconsciously tapped the armrest of the seat, and every time Thinking about this, he still couldn't help but frown slightly. With a mentality of having to face reality, he was forced to admit the abilities of those happy greenskins, "You have met them, Perturabo."
While Perturabo recalled, he guessed a few high-tech alien races that he had encountered during the expedition. Morse shook his head in turn.
"To give you a hint," the black-robed craftsman waved his hand, "When you first encountered them, you also guessed that they were an advanced race with terrifying dark technology."
Perturabo His mouth opened, shock followed by confusion, and shame of defeat appeared on the primarch's face. "You mean... Greenskins?" He amplified his voice uncontrollably, "Greenskins again?"
"Greenskins again." Morse confirmed Pettu. Rab's conjecture. "Our human emperor finally made up his mind to hire greenskins to build the webway."
"But...how to ensure the loyalty of greenskins?" Perturabo felt his tongue knotting in his mouth, " These aliens are simply uncontrollable, their social habits, fighting tendencies, idleness, unreasonableness, and emotional psychic abilities..."
"So the Emperor decided to select a Primarch who is calm, calm, and able to face difficulties, dedicated to his duties, thoughtful, and capable of being versatile outside of the Great Crusade to assist him in managing the construction of the Greenskin Webway." Mo. Hess looked at Perturabo and listed his reasons one by one.
The black-haired Primarch put his arms on the table harder, as if the world in front of him was shaking.
Magnus patted Perturabo on the arm: "Our father trusts you, Perturabo."
"I know..." Perturabo was vague. He said, "This is good..."
He closed his eyes and waved away the painful memories of working day and night to remove the greenskins on the Phalanx, "I will do my duty. But I need to More about the Webway and the Greenskins ”
"Go and talk to the Emperor in detail." Morse said. "He is still studying the greenskins in the Eldar ruins. It would be better to talk face to face. The Emperor gave you the core of his entire plan for the restoration of humanity first, Peregrine. Turabo. I bless you."
Perturabo nodded silently and swayed as he stood up.
Of course he knew what an astonishing privilege it was. Perhaps even the beloved Horus Luperkar was ignorant of the core of the Emperor's plans. If it weren't for the presence of the green skin, even he would inevitably be moved and his heart would surge.
Obviously it is an extremely glorious and important task, but why is the specific content to supervise the greenskins?
He opened the window, took a deep breath, and let the cold wind from the Himalayas flow into his nose. He silently recited this as the emperor's trust to maintain his calmness.
"I can go now to avoid delaying the change." Perturabo said in a deep voice, "Does the Emperor have time to spare?"
"Yes. But before going, you have to make some preparations."
Morse snapped his fingers, and a layer of extremely dazzling golden light immediately coated Perturabo's robes, embroidering the other party's simple robes with brilliant golden flowing dark patterns, and wrapped his arms around his wrists. A golden bracelet, a delicate laurel crown similar to the emperor's on his forehead, and his whole body exudes golden light.
"What is this?" Perturabo felt his throat was dry, but the echo that came with his voice made up for all the majesty. "A variant of the Holy Hammer? Should I thank you for not attaching that weird language format?"
"This is a must-have outfit for becoming a golden big guy." Morse patted the giant's face in a friendly manner. Hands, "Big enough, gold enough, domineering enough, waaagh enough!! The greenskins will praise your brilliance. If there is any one that doesn't shout holy, remember to smash it into a greenskin jam on the spot to show your authority."
(End of this chapter)