Chapter 170 More Ten Draws
The Emperor didn't just sit in on his heirs until the end of their quarrel. To be more precise, he didn't even just return to Terra.
Since the construction of the Webway had an unexpected breakthrough, the time it took him to return to Terra had been greatly increased, intentionally or unintentionally, which further confirmed that the Emperor had indeed used the excuse that he had no time to return from the expedition to reduce his workload. Quite selflessly given to the Prime Minister of the Empire.
So the Emperor has kept going out to dine during the day, spreading golden light everywhere, greeting the work progress of various departments, playing chess with Malcador, and disappearing behind the golden door underground of the palace at night to supervise and restrict the green skins from the Internet. Exploring this double loop for several days.
No doubt he also learned of the recovery of yet another Primarch.
However, Morse told him half-jokingly and half-seriously at the time that the appearance of a man with golden light in front of a gladiator who had just crawled out of the red sand would definitely be counterproductive, and the consequences might be such that the gladiator would simply resent the emperor and the emperor. The line of antipathy to the entire Empire slid back and forth; this successfully dissuaded the Emperor from asking Angron directly when he would submit to the Empire.
In any case, when Magnus made a bold statement and decided to explore the feasibility of the Soul Sacrifice Wall, the Emperor let his noble golden armor fall into the back of the golden chair opposite Mors.
After Rogal Dorn left with the two Astartes without any questions, the image of Magnus began to look at each other with the Emperor.
"You can be proud of your discovery, my son." The emperor smiled and spoke gently as soon as he came up. But the emperor's approval often contains another meaning, which can be called trust or comfort before entrusting an important task.
Magnus had barely reached the edge of not being confused by the emperor's words. After a brief blush caused by pride, he glanced at the broken bricks where the green shadow had just appeared, and tried for the last time. Self-help: "Father, I think the rewards of this attempt may have made me forget the cost of achieving my goals. The wisdom I thought was turning into a huge risk of making mistakes based on reason or emotion..."
"Magnus," the Emperor interrupted, "your self-examination demonstrates how you will maintain the potential to question everything and change your mindset at all times. This is a broad path to success. In my In the dream, you are the most crucial link, and you will carry my will to the deepest part of the world."
Magnus fell into silence, and the golden-armored emperor in front of him lit up with light. When Prospero was walking in the spirit body, he conveyed his joy and expectations for the red-skinned heir in the same tone.
His will was shaken quickly. Now that he thought about it, the task of guiding the greenskins was still a thousand times better than the experience of being stuck in the mud in the green and decaying garden.
Then, the emperor's gaze rested on Perturabo, who was about to speak.
No matter what Perturabo originally wanted to say, the look of satisfaction in the Emperor's gaze choked his throat, not to mention Perturabo's realization that the Emperor had just been watching for hours childishly. During the brothers' quarrel scene, he admitted that his stomach was awkwardly contracting in his abdominal cavity.
"I hope Magnus can assist me in exploring how to preserve the remaining fragments of the green skin's will on the inner wall of the webway after the death of the green skin, in order to try to maintain the survival of the waaaagh position and ensure the relative stability of the green skin technology."
< br>The Emperor's overly calm tone made the pronunciation waaagh no longer even sound funny.
"And you, Perturabo, you have achieved a certain degree of status in the greenskin society. Therefore, I think you can intervene in the affairs of the Webway to a greater extent and contribute to the current exploration process. and make more in-depth contributions to future construction tasks."
"What should I do?" Perturabo simply asked. This caused a familiar low sigh to appear on the other end of the fluctuating projection, and he didn't know what Morse was thinking about.
"The Custodes obey my orders, and the Adeptus Mechanicus is its own entity," the Emperor said. "I cannot be on Terra all the time. You need to have the strength to participate alone and take the initiative in the construction of the Webway. power.”
"This is an extraordinary level of trust from our Emperor, Perturabo." The voice outside the screen said, with a very personal tone at the end.
And Perturabo easily deciphered the hint behind the Emperor's words.
"You want me to bring some of my descendants back to Terra." Perturabo said, "Let the Iron Warriors enter the Webway and directly participate in the construction of this road." The Emperor nodded lightly but forcefully.
The Iron Lord's eyebrows furrowed. After the honor, he was keenly aware of the hidden conditions of this task.
"The construction of the Webway remains an absolute secret of the Empire," Perturabo said. "The Iron Warriors involved in such top-secret missions need to conceal their names, erase their voices, and exchange blank honors for unforgettable devotion. I can exist in two places at the same time, and my reputation will not be diminished under the light. However, some of my descendants will quietly walk in the gap between aliens and crises-will they be allowed to leave before the expedition is completed? Webway?"
"They can operate within the palace," the Emperor said.
"Until the webway is completed?"
"Until the webway is completed."
Perturabo was silent for a moment. The Iron Warriors enjoy building, sometimes almost like the Emperor's architects, but they are still a Legion.
He had promised his heirs that their honor would be his honor. What the Emperor is advising now is to personally deprive some of his descendants of the glory and battle they cherish, and transform them from the Emperor's sword that shines in the galaxy into a thicker and more hidden foundation for the Empire.
For the sake of the Internet, he cannot reveal any information in advance. Everything can only be revealed after the dice has been thrown. Obviously, his choice without explanation will inevitably go against the wishes of some warriors who have no time to react.
A sigh came from the communicator, and Morse spoke: "Okay, I confess. I was the one who proposed the construction of the network channel. Later, we are very likely to have conflicts with other races and even the unborn. Conflict. The Webway is not an ownerless thing, nor is it an unbreakable wall that isolates the Dark Gods. I doubt that a single Custodian force is enough to resist a sudden large-scale crisis-this group of golden boys can't even recognize a certain place. Pretenders running around. More credible weapons must be prepared in advance."
"This is another reason," the Emperor said.
"Well, I think we have other solutions..." Magnus joined the conversation in a low voice, "Like a psionic automaton army? Sufficient intelligence through psionic simulation?"
"Careful making an iron man, Magnus." Perturabo said solemnly, the muscles in his face twitching slightly.
The Lord of Iron closed his eyes for a moment, opened his eyes, and looked across the sand in the room, through the large porthole reserved in the front half of the Iron Blood, and fell into the vast dark world. The reflections of the stars flashed across his eyes.
"I will periodically look for reasons..." said Perturabo, "to draw warriors in batches and send them on unannounced tasks. But I hope their names will be remembered until the Webway is completed. They will regain their full glory on the monument."
"But," Magnus waved his hand, "how to explain that they will never come back? This sounds strange. "
"My descendants will trust me," Perturabo said. "As for others, let them guess. What does their speculation have to do with the Iron Warriors?"
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(End of this chapter)