Chapter 281 Juice
The performance event selected by Kalifon for the first day of the sports meeting is the equestrian competition.
Although this term is extracted from the classics and books of ancient cultures, no one can confirm whether the "horse" in the book and the creatures they can recognize in reality are consistent with each other—— God knows there are so many mammals with four legs, which one is the correct one, or have the real horses disappeared in thousands of years?
In this way, the animal standards of this equestrian, or equestrian competition, can never be clearly defined.
For this reason, the restrictions on the animals chosen by the contestants in this equestrian competition were gradually reduced to four-legged animals without any mechanized transformation process during serious discussions.
"How deplorable." Konrad Coates rarely took care of the mood of others around him today. He put on a suit of clothing made of real plant fiber and covered the upper half of his face with a hood as dark as night. Face.
He laughed hissingly, his voice sharp, "That one of our brothers has not returned yet, and has no chance to gallop in this green world with dense forests. He can only chase the storm alone in the grassland, driving away the eagles... ..."
"Who is that, Konrad Curze?" Roger Dorn is always one of the only people who can answer Konrad Curze's confusing words. One Primarch was Fulgrim. "You can provide more information as a reference."
"I don't know." Curze immediately cheered up and glanced at Dorn provocatively, his dark eyes looking over the edge of the hood. His brother's unwavering cheek, "The thread of destiny cannot be touched lightly, destiny exists in silence..."
Perturabo turned a deaf ear to Curze's voice.
From the brother who led Curze back to the Empire, to the one who ignored Conrad's words most often, some imperceptible changes seemed to have occurred in Perturabo, or maybe he was just becoming more aware that Conrad Co You need what exactly when.
"Because of our temporary rules," the Lord of Olympia let his voice drown out Curze's words, and he received a bored curl of his lips from the latter.
“Among the participating teams, the most promising team is the Rumati IV team from the Melantala Star Group under Olympia. The four-legged beasts they brought are worthy of both endurance and explosive power. Calling this equestrian competition the best”
“This may not be fair, but in the rush to prepare for the competition, this is the final choice that the committee of this Games has the most fun and feasibility. Plan."
"The strength of each planet is also part of the competition," Ferus said. Before he could get around the mortals who appeared on the street, the small people retreated on their own. .
At the opening ceremony of the Games, the snake demon Medusa he played cast an indelible ghostly shadow - or enchanting yearning - in the hearts of countless people through servitors and Internet broadcasts across the entire star cluster. It depends on the acceptance level and interests of mortals.
Peturabo nodded slightly, raised his right hand, and pointed at the pale snow peak at the end of his sight. Above the snowy peaks, the Cheorwon Space Fortress anchored in low orbit hovered quietly in the sky.
In the past ten years, it has become an indispensable and important landscape in Olympia. It is almost an eternal decoration on the top of the snow, embellishing and filling the empty sky with man-made spectacular beauty.
“The western foot of Mount Taylorfus is the starting point of this riding event. Before the official start of the competition, we still have time to visit this market street on foot.”
"During the competition, contestants need to choose their own path forward and record their arrival times at several relay stations set in advance. The rider who first crosses a quarter of Olympia and reaches the capital of Ax will win the equestrian competition ——I named it Walk of Steel ”
"Is that ribbon at the finish line yellow and black?" Conrad Coates asked.
“Really?” Fulgrim came from behind.
He had just finished communicating with several mortal artists who particularly liked his performances, and he was in a good mood to remind them of some details of these performances that mortals could not see, in exchange for their sincerity of surprise and joy. Admire.
"I'm a little curious too, Perturabo."
"Califon will make the arrangements." Perturabo's expression did not change, "I have not asked about such details. ”
"You trust her," Angron said, his rough accent softened by the tone. In a sense, he feels somewhat similar to Vulcan.
"She... can almost be regarded as growing up with me." Perturabo replied, "Maybe a little like your female warrior Krest, Angron."
"Her face is engraved with weather, my brother," Fulgrim walked closer, "If she is close to you, then she has never had life-extending surgery. Why not let this The goddess of youth is always young, or does she have other ideas? "
"She is very independent, and I have never interfered," replied Perturabo, "The fruit drink in this store. It’s a great choice. Do you want to try it?”
“Thank you,” Vulcan said without rejecting his brother’s recommendation. “If possible, are there any hot drinks?”
"Everything is fine," Angron said.
“No lemon juice,” Roger Dorn demanded.
“What did the archaeological department of the Mechanicus do to you again?” Perturabo said casually. Before Dorn described the latest progress of the Mechanicus in detail, he immediately went on to ask other brothers, “There are other Do you want it?"
"Some red," Kurtz added a suspiciously malicious laugh in the gaps between his words, "Bright red juice."
"I don't need it. Come on!" Magnus stood up on Perturabo's shoulders and spoke into the Iron Lord's ear.
"Of course, no matter how small the cup is, it's bigger than you, dear Magnus, oh, no, maybe the small toy tea cup designed for mortal babies is still bigger than you..."
Magnus With a small snap of his fingers, red gold light flashed, and the noise made by Kurtz immediately disappeared. The red primarch sat down again, raised his chin, and crossed his arms on his chest.
“Let’s have some drinks that Chemos doesn’t have, brother. Even if I guess, Chemos may not have the same fruits you have here.”
“Same as him.” Ferrus finally replied. "Same as Fulgrim."
Considering the height of the Primarch, Perturabo leaned down on the door frame at the door of the shop, waiting for the mortal shopkeeper's employees to come out to him.
"Seven cups of hot berries," Perturabo said softly, to prevent his voice from causing too much harm to mortals at close range. He made a decision on the choice of drinks, "The bill can be sent to the palace of Lokos. "
"My lord!" the mortal said cheerfully, "It's rare for you to return to Olympia, how can I ask you to pay the bill? But...the container is still..."
Little Perturabo He nodded sharply, stood up again, and asked the other brothers to move closer to the side of the street to avoid blocking the vehicles traveling on the flat road.
"You can rest assured, Curze, Fulgrim; some of the Iron Warriors stationed in Olympia live among mortals, so there are always clean barrels in various shops in the Olympia star cluster."
“Where is Nocturne?” Fulgrim immediately thought of the home planet of the Fire Dragon Lord, “I heard that your warriors also live with mortals, Vulkan.”
“We don’t have so many choices of fruits and vegetables.” Vulgan recalled the place where he grew up and shared what he considered to be a particularly representative feature. “Nocturnes are all over the volcanoes. There, we have about fifteen days a year. The length of the year. Gravity and geocentric force will cause the tectonic plates to tremble... Salamanders, the name of my legion, is derived from a dangerous creature unique to my home planet."
"Half of Russ's Fenris is also full of volcanoes," Magnus said. "The name of his legion is also Dangerous Creatures... But why is Horus the Luna Wolf?"
He suddenly fell into confused thoughts.
“Our respective homes are really different,” Fulgrim smiled, carefully leaning on the relatively flat place on the wall behind him, “Conrad, your Nostramo is also Unique." Curze snorted unpleasantly, pointing to his mouth, his dark eyes staring at Magnus on Perturabo's shoulder.
"You always abuse psychic prophecy," Magnus said seriously, "I must clarify your behavior with the Emperor."
Curze raised a finger and shook it contemptuously, Make a mouth shape.
Excuses. An obvious excuse, he said, born of childish revenge and an immature brain, mini-Magnus. Now who is abusing supernatural witchcraft to make his brother speechless...
"...speech? Oh, should I thank you for removing the restriction on my speech?"
"Yes, Konrad Curze. You can thank him for that." Roger Dorn said.
Angron laughed from the side. He does not restrict himself too strictly when perceiving positive emotions.
The Lord of Red Sand clenched his hand into a fist, blocked it from his mouth, and coughed: "Where is your mentor, Perturabo? He seemed to have disappeared after the opening ceremony."< br>
"I gave him a map," said Perturabo.
“A map of Olympia?” Fulgrim asked, “Give me one too, just a tourist map.”
“To be specific, it is published in newspapers and periodicals , a review article about the comparison of various indicators in the Lokos public bathroom, with a map in the appendix," Perturabo said, counting the time in his mind as the stopwatch hand reached the last cell. "Fruit drinks are ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mortals in the room raised their heads and shouted: "Sir! Your drinks are ready!"
Vulkan bent down, lifted out two buckets, and handed them to Fogg beside him. Reim and Ferrus Manus. Angron gave Dorn a barrel. Perturabo handed Curze a barrel, "Your bright red wine, Conrad."
"Thank you, my brother." Conrad Curze said.
Before drinking it, he sniffed the liquid completely subconsciously, analyzed the chemical composition of this strange solution, and in an instant concluded that it did not contain any dangerous substances, and was neither poisoned nor poisonous. It is not hallucinogenic, nor will it cause serial explosions and other series of conclusions.
He blinked his eyes and suddenly felt that the bright and sunny world in front of him had become so distant and unfamiliar in an instant, almost causing a faint sting.
"Give me a spoon," said Perturabo, fetching his own bucket, and holding the small mortal wooden spoon carefully between his fingers, he scooped up a small amount of the drink for Magnus to taste.
Conrad Coates took a sip. "It's too sweet," he said, deliberately showing disgust, "Oh my god, I must let my genetic son come to this shop to taste it."
Magnus drank the fruit from his spoon. After drinking it all in one breath, he handed the spoon back with satisfaction and asked Perturabo to return it to the employee in the store. "You have hopeless taste, Conrad," he said.
“What does it have to do with you?” Coates said without hesitation.
“Speaking of Gene Sons, have you started recruiting an army, Konrad?” Fulgrim asked, although he had not forgotten the shock when he first came to Nostramo. To prevent him from caring about this brother, "I may be able to work with you to improve your recruitment plan..."
He was startled for a moment, then shook his head slightly, his long light-colored hair sweeping like feather tips on his purple robe, "No, I'm the one who said too much. I have no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of your home planet."
"I am now... …But it’s really not suitable for recruiting an army, hehe,” Conrad Coates’ eyes darkened, “Everything has a price, and now is the time to pay. Fortunately, the chips needed to pay are worthy of such a generous gift... Er Sahar is enough, and the members of the current royal court are also worthy of use."
"When I returned, the Third Legion only numbered close to a thousand people," Fulgrim said. His eyebrows were furrowed, and the sadness in his bright, jewel-like eyes was more heartbreaking than the dust covering them. "If you need any help from me, please ask me as much as possible. There is a way to make everything more perfect."
"You can also ask me." Ferrus said.
"Conrad," Perturabo spoke suddenly, connected to a cable that hung from his shoulders as a miniature brooding array operating as a robe buckle. "Your Thor Sahar has sent a communications request relating to a Grand Magus of the Mechanicum aboard your battle barge."
"I thought the Primarchs who are close to you don't like the Mechanicus." Fulgrim spread a hand and joked.
Conrad Curze put down his fruit bucket on the spot. He knew very well the true identity of the so-called Great Sage of the Mechanicus.
According to the rules he set for himself, he would not take the life of a Dark Eldar who drank his blood without reason.
This is one of the few reasons why Hexakeris can survive - another important reason is that he needs a partner who is loyal and trustworthy enough to assist him and process his blood. Second transformation and exploration.
“Goodbye for now, everyone, I’m going to the Lokos Palace communication tower,” Conrad Coates said softly, “Meet you directly at the race starting point camp at the foot of Telefus Mountain later, how about that? ”
"It's all right." Perturabo nodded and said, after a pause, "Fulgrim, you also have a message, from an apothecary."
"I'm with Conrad. Go ahead," Fulgrim said with a smile, "Has anyone else received the communication?"
Dorn raised a hand, and he raised his palm with all his fingers together, meticulously. "I have something to say to Perturabo, Magnus and Angron."
"Let's change the corner." Perturabo nodded and put down his fruit bucket.
Vulkan and Ferus looked at each other and continued to drink their drinks after the others left.
Out of the hearing range of others, Dorn spoke, finishing all the main information at once: "The Emperor needs Magnus and Angron to return. After obtaining the map, the Emperor realized that there was an abandoned planet on the planet near Olympia. Instead of the collapsed entrance to the network, he hopes to test the practicality of the network to a certain extent, that is, to restart this section of the road and reach Olympia directly through this path."
He. Continuing to add secondary information: "The Emperor considered me to be idle in the conversation of my brothers relative to you, and therefore, he communicated directly with me psychically."
"Oh, okay. Magnus said, jumping onto Angron's shoulders. Angron raised his hands near his shoulders, eliminating the possibility of him accidentally falling. "Leaving now?"
"The Emperor said he hoped to be in time to witness the closing ceremony of the Games. So, I think so," Dorn answered.
"I will send a small merchant ship to cover your secrets," Perturabo said. "Long-range warp navigation is up to you, Magnus."
"Okay, I understand." Magnus patted Angron, "Let's go. Let the camera servant leave us the video of the event... No, I will just send another one over. Change to a large mag. Come on Nuss.”
He’s obviously obsessed with Conrad Coates’ bullshit.
"You can also say that I was called away by Kahn," Angron nodded to Perturabo, "Then, goodbye, brother."
(End of this chapter)