Chapter 203: The Son of the Clerk
In the lounge outside the bath, Perturabo placed a book between his knees that was slightly smaller than his palm, flipping the page lightly over the edge of the paper, and pulled up the bathrobe on his body. , tighten the top.
The next second, he closed the entire book and looked up at Robert Guilliman's face still stained with moisture: "Considering that you are so curious about my data cable, I can Pick one for you to take a closer look at."
"I don't think you have to do this, Perturabo. I don't have the prerequisite scientific and technological knowledge, and my curiosity cannot be effective for your invention. "Change." Guilliman took a step back, looking away from the dark cables mingled in Perturabo's black hair.
These waterproof, unbreakable, flexible cables with no weak points make Perturabo look so special, and the flash of metallic luster at the interface at the end of the cable highlights that Perturabo is particularly unique. A steely quality that replicates. They make Perturabo appear cold, mysterious, and powerful, just like the metal itself; and when these adjectives are all combined together, they describe an ultimate life that was born based on human appearance and far beyond human imagination. ——Primarch.
Guilliman admitted that he had become curious about some of his brothers whom he had only known by name but had yet to meet, especially Magnus the Red. He was curious as to why a Primarch would use the color word "red" as a symbol. In his extraordinary mind that stored the relics of the entire Macragge and even the mysteries of human civilization, he had already assembled several ideas that were enough to be used in culture. In logic and linguistic theory, the reason for using red to set off the great personality of the original body.
Perturabo touched the lock from the back of his head, untied a cable with deft and precise fingers, and handed it to Robert. The latter was stunned for a moment and then quickly took it, observing the strange creation of the Fourth Primarch with a mixture of surprise and appreciation.
“Why did you think of inventing these, Perturabo?”
“Out of my need to control my fleet with precision, brother. I can’t stand the thought of being able to adjust to it throughout a campaign. Under a more controlled premise, let the hardware limit my brainpower."
Perturabo said, calmly accepting that Robert did not call him brother. Maybe it was Magnus or Rogal Dorn or Angron who raised his tolerance for everything.
"But the actual reference object of this invention is the technology used by a group of species between aliens and humans to control the remote body shell." He said.
“Technology itself is not good or bad.” Robert said, but not in a statement. He held the cable and sat down next to Perturabo. White mist rose from the warm ground, covering his skin. "Do you think so, Perturabo?"
"Technology itself has no absolute distinction between good and bad. This can be discussed from two perspectives. First, is there an absolute distinction between good and bad? Does it exist in anything, or is it just a narrative perspective that analyzes the world from the perspective of a certain camp and culture? Secondly, technology does not distinguish between good and bad, but this does not mean that technology does not exist. Good and bad tendencies," said Perturabo. "If you want to hold a debate, I will support you. Since the height of my fame at Olympia, I have not been invited to participate in any debate."
"You used this dangerous technology and created your only top technology." Robert said, "You mastered the technology."
The Iron Lord put an arm on the bench On the back of the chair, dark blue silk wrapped his hand, and he waved it away. "This is because I am professional and powerful enough, not because the technology itself has no tendency. No matter how it is explained, the technology of using nuclear energy in weapons is destined to be more destructive than the technology of using water conservancy systems in agricultural fields. Sex.”
He waited a few breaths for Robert Guilliman, allowing the silence and peace of protective reflection to sink into the restless heart of the Primarch. Then he asked: "What do you really want to ask, Robert?"
Guilliman hesitated for a moment, then spoke: "After you and your warriors met, how much time did it take for you to get along? To what extent today?”
It seems that he was just using dangerous technology to describe his Space Marines. In a sense, he did understand the nature of the Astartes.
“My story has no reference value to you,” Perturabo smiled. “The first time I saw them, I knew that this army belonged to me. I already existed among them. In the middle."
"You are in tune with them," Robert said. "But my sons of war...they have a cold anger, and I am not a general who likes to issue orders of extermination."< br>
"This is because you have changed, I think. We should share the same temperament with the Legion. This is the memory that has been engraved deep in our genes since we were born. If reality conflicts with theory, then it is destined to be between us and the Legion. One side of the Legion changes, maybe for the better, maybe for the worse."
"Horus, Magnus, Leman Russ, Duncan Ahor," Robert reported. Name these primarchs you have never met before, "The Luna Wolves, the Sun of the Thousand Dusts, the Space Wolves, and the Resurrected. In your description, they are all one with their own legions."
"Your adoptive parents changed you, Robert. I can see a different shadow in you now, a sealed past. But you are not the only exception. The one who is really similar to you is Angron. . His legions are accustomed to brutality, and he himself hates bloodshed. "I thought he was good at fighting?" Angron did not hide his disgust with the ethos of Macragge's upper class. Robert thought that Angron was going to fight against the members of the Senate. When the Lord of the Red Sands sailed away from Macragge, he found a relief that made him feel guilty and regretful.
Perturabo put the book on his lap back on the big bookshelf behind him and replied: "He is not willing to let blood fall to the ground, as long as the blood is necessary to flow. But before things are irreversible, his The tolerance level is actually much higher than that of Roger and I.”
"This caused him trouble, and although it later served as an opportunity to help him gain full control of the Legion, disaster is never harmless. As another Primarch, I advise you to restrain your Legion, Lord of the Ultramarines"
The image of Dorn trapped in a wheelchair flashed through Perturabo's mind, and he couldn't help but sincerely hope that Rogal Dorn would not encounter this again. Disaster - to deal with a primarch who uses all his energy on speaking, he believes that it is enough to experience it once in the entire primarch's long life.
"Don't worry, no matter what you are referring to, all material movements and positioning changes of the Ultramarines when they were stationed on Macragge are in my recorded data." Robert Guilliman said.
Hidden in the data are maps of the thousands of roads leading to the future. He is used to collecting, recording, marking, modeling, and calculating all of this. The Ultramarines, and even the shadow of the huge empire reflected behind the Ultramarines, gradually faded away before his eyes.
"Perhaps I should say that I believe you." Perturabo replied, "but now I feel that this sentence is an omen of disaster."
"I understand you," Robert said. Perturabo decided not to tell him that such phrasing would make him seem a bit arrogant. The incomprehensible fact is that no matter how stable and prosperous things seem, as long as he turns his head, all kinds of unusual and explosive events will always happen behind him. He sincerely hoped that he would not get used to accepting these unexpected disasters.
"Well, since you have collected this data, it is impossible for you not to have your own ideas, Primarch." Perturabo said, "Do you need to call Rogal Dorn to listen?" The two of them turned their heads together and glanced into the hazy steaming bathroom. In the white mist, they could vaguely see Roger Dorn's stiff white hair that was wet with water.
"It seems that Rogge is still verifying the effect of hot water baths on the physical health of the Invites," Perturabo turned his head and asked Robert Guilliman He took the data cable from him in his hand and connected it to the back of his head. "Maybe you don't want to be criticized by him."
"I'm not a dictator who doesn't listen to opinions." Robert said this, but quietly pushed the topic back, "I'm going to use Macragge's culture will change them, both through education and regulations, to deepen the influence of Macragge's systems and ideas on my legion. Once the seeds of culture fall into the soil, they will survive the initial conflicts and frictions. Later, it will grow rapidly and eventually penetrate deeply and peacefully into the soul of the entire legion."
"This is the right call, Robert. Besides, you do value culture, historian. I think the Great Libraries of Terra would welcome you. So, what's bothering you?"
" Specific measures. I have not collected enough samples, that is, I do not know enough about the Space Marines: I am not sure to what extent the human empire has carried out the ideological education of this army. Their thinking and behavior will show the same How old is the stubbornness of a normal human being? To what extent do I need to formulate strategies to prevent all my efforts from being wasted and to avoid the rebound of too much? ”
Robert said that there was an imperceptible cold rationality hidden in his analysis.
Perturabo did not answer immediately. He thought for a few seconds, then asked: "How did Conor Guilliman and Thalasa Yuton change you?"
"They did not fear me or indulge me. They disciplined me. , take care of me.”
Robert said it in a calm tone, as if this was a normal thing - and maybe he did.
As he narrated, his eyes gradually became brighter, and the bright brilliance lit up his transparent sky-blue eyes to the color of the blue sky when the spring sunshine was just right. In his vision, Perturabo saw the shining shadows of the pair of mortals. They transformed a Primarch, a natural-born general whose war essence could be glimpsed in his offspring, a war weapon forged by the Emperor, into a child willing to call a mortal his father, an Archon obsessed with his ideals, A maintainer of peace and civilization.
There was one word that gave infinite possibilities to this fantasy mission, and Perturabo knew which word it was. He had been ashamed to admit it, thinking it signified weakness and compromise. No, that's not it. In this dark and cold universe, that is precious pure emotion.
“...They gave me all the education I needed, trusted me, entrusted me with tasks I could handle, led me into the senate, and assumed responsibilities I could bear. They turned me into A true member of Macragge." Robert Guilliman finished his words, but he still didn't finish his words.
"What's your answer?" Perturabo asked, somewhat expecting Robert to admit that word. "What are you going to do to change your heirs?"
"Macragge's political work!" Robert Guilliman controlled his joy. "Official reports, rulings, economic plans, parliamentary documents... This is to help them understand and integrate into Macragge as quickly as possible. While gaining an irreplaceable status here, he also assisted my father, Archon Conor, in promoting the reform of Macragge and stabilizing the overall situation. The brain of a space warrior can easily solve the thinking challenges that are extremely difficult for mortals. This is confirmed by the data... I can assign responsibilities to them, starting with the Chapter Master. You inspired me, Perturabo."
Oh, okay. thought Pertura.
He shouldn't expect a Primarch who has had a smooth sailing without any setbacks, let alone the experience of having to live with Mors for a long time, and who has never even been seen by the Emperor, to be aware of him. The beauty and luck of life are supported by such a broad and gentle force. If he was really ashamed to say that word, it would only be out of the shyness unique to teenagers.
“This plan is very good.” Perturabo said, “It can be considered as opening up the potential of Space Marines in many aspects, but Macragge may not need so many Space Marines to do it. Commander. "
"As his army incorporates more planets into the empire's territory, he will have more planets to entrust and manage." Roger Dorn wiped his hair with a towel. Stepping out of the mist-shrouded bathhouse, he stood at the door to dry off the warm, hazy moisture on his body. "This could be a part-time mission, allowing the Space Marine command to participate in the administration of the Imperial frontiers during leisure periods during expeditions."
Robert Guilliman raised a hand, caution returning to his mind: "But will your Emperor allow me to occupy so many planets? I don't want to arouse unfounded suspicion for Macragge. , regard my behavior as a display of ambition."
"It's okay, let Morse talk to Malcador. My Olympia now has twelve star clusters, although I currently rely on my. Friend Califon is responsible for the management of these planets, but the Imperial Chancellor did not prevent the expansion of Olympia's influence," Perturabo said, suddenly curious whether what Morse said he was busy with happened to be related to the original mother. Related to the agreements or rules of the star's affiliated world.
"Then I will be the second primarch with many vassal planets?" Robert asked, maybe he wanted to tell a joke, or maybe he finally confirmed that he could confess the matter. "Macragge has actually gained de facto control over some of the surrounding planets."
"Perturabo is the second." Dorn corrected him, "I am the first."
Perturabo sighed and reminded Robert in his surprised eyes: "Don't ask how big Dorne's small empire is, you will be shocked - because even I don't understand Rogge. How could Dorne win the surrender of so many worlds?”
"They surrender, we accept. That's it."
"And you have to emphasize that you are the first." Perturabo said.
Some myths: warborn->wordborn...
In addition, this novel is currently writing a plot related to the Fourth Legion, I recommend it (applause)
(End of this chapter)