Chapter 282 Perfect
"Why don't you just kill him?" Conrad Coze said impatiently in Eldar language, his nails tapping on the countertop, making a crisp sound.
He paused, hooked a tissue from the table with his fingernails, pressed it on the wooden table, rubbed it and tore it into pieces with one hand, in order to calm his ups and downs.
“No, Hexakeris,” Curze slowed down, “We cannot let an innocent pharmacist suddenly die in the grand celebration held by Perturabo... My brother did not invite me here so that I could slit the throats of others and drain the blood of my brother's son...and describe him more to me, Fool."
Hexakeris, Wearing the red robe of the Adeptus Mechanicus as a disguise, the old blood actor who was called the jester of the royal court by the blood prince felt a quiet joy that his master was willing to listen to his words more.
Part of him clearly understood that this was a mental illusion brought about by the blood potion; the other part of him happily accepted it because serving the Bloody Marquis was his only lasting honor.
At the same time, he also hoped that Conrad Coates could draw some joy from his dedication.
"Like other sons of the Emperor, Fabius Bayer has the same white hair and purple eyes. As an apothecary, he claims to be passionate about the art of genes and flesh in the genetic code. Interested. "
The old blood actor said, his voice followed the wireless sound transmission array and arrived at the communication tower built by the Lokos Palace based on the Great Library.
“But he broke into my laboratory and claimed that he came here by accident. After inference, my lord, he must have learned about your battle barge through some sensing methods attached to his homemade prosthetics. , there are some alternative lives," he hinted cryptically.
"I still need a maze in the night," Cozz said to himself, shaking his head slightly, "More disruptors, and hazy veils that confuse others, they should exist... Fabius Bayer looks How is he getting up? Is he haggard or healthy? Is his genetic condition good, or is he on the verge of collapse? "
"This space warrior's physical condition is still caused by the genetic defect. Damage, as well as secondary injuries from attempts to repair it; but under current observation, he has no serious illness."
Curze put his index finger on his forehead.
Fabius Bayer, in the foreshadowing, his name is equivalent to disaster; but as Magnus, who now warns others to be careful about using psychic powers every day, said, one cannot follow the outdated rules. experience to predict the variable future of a living individual.
...So, why not take his life directly and avoid future troubles?
Because he needs to keep his own laws. Curze thought. He needs to maintain his fear of justice.
"You know how to watch and examine a man, Fool, you are old enough and experienced enough. I will allow him to come, but you will look for his omissions for me, search for any available evidence, Just remember not to fabricate perjury. If he asks for your identity, tell him that you are a complexly modified researcher from my home planet."
"Yes, my lord, but I have some people. Views. "
" said. "It is unexpectedly lucky for me to meet a scholar of your race who is also immersed in genetic technology." br>
"However, even though I am not a human being, I can still imagine that people who can share the same goals and interests with us Bloodlings on the road of flesh and blood must be aliens among aliens among humans."
"I I accept your advice.”
Koz cut off the communication, passed the genetic verification set up by Perturabo, and walked out of the soundproof communication room.
He smiled briskly at Fulgrim, who was waiting at the door, and gestured grandly toward the room with his hand outstretched as a symbol of invitation. His smile remained until Fulgrim closed the door.
Interestingly, it may be related to the similarity of the genetic template used by the Emperor when creating the Primarch. This door should be designated as a door that only the Lord of Olympia can use. Other Primarchs can also pass genetic verification. .
Curze wasn't sure if Perturabo knew this, but he would tell the Iron Lord about it later.
Fulgrim's voice was blocked by the door made of thick ceramic steel. While waiting, Curze imagined what kind of fun he would get if he gave his brother an adamantine door. reaction.
A more genuine smile gradually appeared on his face, and it deepened further when Fulgrim floated out of the room like a purple cloud and appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.
“One of my descendants,” Fulgrim said straight to the point, “would like to know if he can conduct academic research on genetic technology with your pharmacist named Hexakarius. Fabi Us Bayer believes that the search for genes will never end, and he hopes to gain experience from similar research on the road to perfection. I think this is very good, don't you think?"
< br>"Do you think it's good?" Cozz stared at Phoenix's face, his smile solidifying.
"Of course, my brother." Fulgrim blinked and took Konrad Curze with him in the communication tower and through the twisting metal corridor. "Is it a bad thing to pursue a better self, to regenerate from existing flaws?"
"This is not necessarily true, Fulgrim." Curze whispered, His volume was limited within a certain range, "On that thousand-year night when the Eldar Empire was destroyed, they all insisted that the destruction of their empire should not be attributed to their endless pursuit of various things."
< br>"Conrad!" Fulgrim was slightly unhappy with Curze's analogy.
This may be the psychological preparation needed to have a brother who grew up among the Eldar, he thought.
“I don’t understand your upbringing, my brother.” Phoenix took the initiative to soften his tone, also using this to soothe his own emotions, “But you don’t understand mine either, right? ”
Curze's dark eyes looked directly at Fulgrim. "Yes." He said hoarsely.
"My home planet of Chemos was once a pale and gray planet. We were short of resources and relied heavily on industry and trade," Fulgrim said, tapping his soft boots on the metal ground. The beats rhythmically accompanied his words. "Even as the rulers try their best to maintain their current achievements, Chemos's situation continues to go from bad to worse."
Curze nodded silently.
"I did not grow up in an artist's courtyard, Konrad. I grew up in the fortress of Carax, working in a factory." Fulgrim whispered a wisp of white to his ear Twisting her hair back, "In the factory, if you want to be seen, you must do better and be more outstanding than others. Just like the whole Chemos, you can never be content with the status quo, otherwise you will only go to the Step back."
"I have unlimited energy, Conrad, and I can always give more; similarly, I have keen observation and have discovered too many production details that can be improved and refined. ”
"I keep moving forward, constantly filling and improving various vacancies, and the people around me witness my efforts and also spontaneously participate in more work. From an assembly line to the entire factory, this collective nature The pursuit of excellence seems to have become popular in just a few months. "We all want to do better, and the result is that we do bring better output." Fulgrim said. Sighs contain memories of the past. "The productivity we brought finally filled the needs of Carax Fortress, and at the same time, a spirit was established. That is to do better, because there is always room for us to do better."
He shook his head, his white hair flowing over his face.
“Before we pursue, work hard, and practice like this, how many people in Chemos are willing to look at a better possibility?”
“That’s it. , the rise of Carax Fortress, and the hope its rise brought, allowed the entire Chemos to realize its development potential, and I naturally became the master of the planet. We have the right to become better, and we have this. potential. If no one is willing to pursue perfection, we will only fall behind the times in this cold universe.”
"You...never said those words," Coates said.
“Of course I haven’t, Konrad,” Fulgrim looked back and smiled, the light reflecting luster on his facial lines, “We haven’t discussed our respective ideas yet, although you and Volgrim When Gan fought, he introduced your path to justice."
"I mean, you never said these words," Curz repeated, shaking his head violently, as if to shake off some illusions. Throw it away from your eyes. "Your perfection has never been stated like this."
"Perfection," Fulgrim repeated the slightly longer word, "exists above the factory's production quota. Above the fixed, existing There is always more room for us to reach. The pursuit of excellence and the pursuit of development are all included in the interpretation of perfection...you have to look beyond what you have now."
He suddenly laughed.
"Forgive me for using a factory as an analogy! I usually still like to use artistic theory as an analogy. It seems to be easier for my soldiers and other high-level officials in the empire to understand. But in fact, they are all the same. What is the difference? Except for many Mortals always don’t want to believe that the first job of a Primarch like me is to make the best screws on the planet!”
They said goodbye to the war blacksmith Nador who was on duty at the door of the communication tower. Return to the natural sunshine of Olympia and head towards the foot of Mount Telefus.
If Perturabo's team hangs around long enough, maybe they can arrive earlier.
“I used to be an apprentice.” Coz said, pulling up the black hood to protect the sun, looking for those relatively harmonious words for sunny weather suitable for Olympia. "Working for researchers. They... are also constantly exploring the depths, going deep into unknown research areas, and becoming addicted to them."
"They caused misfortune, didn't they?" Fulgrim said easily Deducing the hidden meaning within Konrad Coates's words. "Undoubtedly, they have set themselves in the wrong direction. The Emperor's Children need to become better people, rather than seeking to become extremely bad people, and we all know this..."
He clapped his hands, and belatedly guessed the reason for Coz's extra vigilance: "Are you worried that studying genes will cause problems?"
"Actually," Coz touched it. The sharp sound of his upper and lower teeth reverberated in his skull. "I have created a problem."
Fulgrim was slightly surprised, and a trace of worry flashed across his face: "How could it be?"
"I will fix it. " Coates said, silent, vaguely regretting that he had revealed too much information.
"It would be nice if it could be solved," despite saying this, Fulgrim still frowned, and the light from the roof of Lokos' house deepened the shadow on the arch of his eyebrows. "Before I returned, my legion also encountered genetic problems. Although an unknown person stopped the progression of the blight at that time, the shadow has already shrouded the head of the third legion."
"I think...this is why some of my warriors pay special attention to genetic research. They were once only a thin line away from death." Fulgrim sighed.
"Empathy interferes with your judgment, brother." Coze said, carelessly picking at his cloth red robe with his nails, letting it wrap as much as possible around his body, " I will keep my comments, but I will also try to remove my bias. "
"Thank you!" Fulgrim immediately thanked him sincerely and took a picture. The shoulders of Conrad Coates, whose face is hidden by a hood.
At the entrance of Lokos Palace, the second half of a vehicle waiting for them appeared in the field of vision blocked by the columns. It looked like a two-wheeled steel chariot, on which two Primarchs could stand side by side.
Koz accepted Fulgrim's touch. No matter what, the cleanliness of the purple phoenix was second to none among the people Curze had ever seen.
By the way, objectively speaking, the one who ranks at the top of the cleanliness level in Coze's mind is actually Perturabo's mentor craftsman; because his existence is completely illusory, it doesn't matter whether he is dirty or not.
"Fulgrim..." Curze rolled his eyes, glanced at Fulgrim's figure, closed his eyes, and looked away. "Morse's plays, I think, have some value in remembering."
"I'm so glad to hear you praise me like this, Conrad Coates." Morse appeared from near the vehicle, still It was the unchanging black robe and the black strips wrapped around his arms. His hair seemed to have just been rough-dried and looked particularly disheveled, and his expression was rarely relaxed and content.
"You're welcome, Craftsman." Coze retracted his smile. "Why are you here?"
"Of course, I'm here to be your coachman for free, Primarchs." Morse imitated the crisp sound that would come from the mouth of a horseman, "Guess what this thing is? Where did it come from?”
The two Primarchs stepped forward and were surprised when they saw the vehicle in its entirety.
In front of a two-wheeled steel chariot, there were two two-wheeled motorcycles fixed with iron ropes and rubber ropes as the power source of the chariot. The engine of this combination has been started, and it is humming slightly with steel.
It is not difficult to imagine how fast this thing would be if it were running on the field, far exceeding the speed of flesh and blood.
"Ferrus would like this design," Fulgrim said, running his hand across the Iron Chariot's motorcycle head. "But who built it? It doesn't exactly fit Perturabo's aesthetic."
"One of the illegal vehicles seized from this riding competition," Morse said, patting him. The guardrail of the steel chariot part, climbed into the driver's seat, and took the two reins, "The planet insists that this is not an unnatural transformation, but a naturally born mechanical creature, and the culture of the planet cannot be discriminated against."
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"How was it confiscated?" Fulgrim asked.
"Our rule is for four-legged animals," Morse motioned for the two Primarchs to board the chariot, "but it has six wheels, how can it not be confiscated?"
(End of this chapter)