Chapter 283 The start of the competition
“Except for the financial assistance to the planets where the top ten players come from, the first player to complete our four thousand-mile race will have the right to enter the Lokos with his team. The royal palace, personally meet the Lord of Olympia, the respected Lord Perturabo, and the Governor of Olympia, Lord Callifon..."
Nervous anticipation and restlessness filled the air, and were cheered by many players and The whispers, deep breaths and even outright cheers of the player team members marked the intensified ending, brewing under the shelter of the low-altitude Cheorwon Fortress under the snow-capped mountains of Taylorfus.
Contestants from more than 300 planets affiliated to Olympia, under the generous conditions proposed by the host, each breathed heavier with the surging heartbeat.
Even though the host on the stage did not say clearly how much the final top prize was worth, meeting the absolute master of the star cluster was already a reward that countless people could not imagine in their entire lives.
Not to mention, when the two masters are mentioned throughout the star cluster, they are often given the nickname of the Lord of Generosity and Abundance. The Primarch and his co-queen have worked tirelessly to bring unquestionable prosperity and development to the entire region.
"You have received your respective number plates and identification tags, contestants! Keep it safe during this race, because the locator and data box it contains will serve as proof of your performance. And to prove that you did not violate the rules of friendship during the competition..."
From low-Earth orbit, if you look directly down through the portholes, the tall riders and their respective beasts will be reduced to A small black spot on the side of the snow-white mountains, obscured by clouds.
Therefore, the Primarchs who were interested in this opening ceremony gathered in the tactical command room temporarily commandeered by Perturabo as a broadcast room, watching the projection screen displayed by the camera servants. The resulting scene.
Specifically, the only exception that was not interested enough was Konrad Coates, who was sitting with his seemingly endless notebook spread out on his crossed legs, Write and draw with a quill.
"How did they come to Olympia?" Fulgrim put one hand on the side of the steel table, leaning half sideways, and tapped the corner of the projection with his finger. "The home planet of this team does not seem to have the ability to navigate interstellar space." Ability? "
He observed these participating teams again and again, and it was obvious that the technological capabilities of their respective home planets were undoubtedly very different.
As for the team he is currently pointing to, it is very likely that the scientific level is still before the birth of mature industry - the materials and sewing methods of their clothes are still at the level of hunting with their own hands, using needles and The extent to which the animal's sinews are stitched.
"Califon has sent ships and expedition teams to every planet within our jurisdiction that has confirmed affiliations to confirm whether it is willing to participate in the event."
Perturabo Sitting on his chair, he said that this iron chair has not been used much since it was built, and it is still in a relatively new condition.
"We don't want a planet to miss the opportunity to participate in art and sports events because of its economic, technological and political backwardness. Although other evaluation indicators between different planets will inevitably be related to the level of sports training, we We still hold the hope that we will not miss those players who are born in backward places but have enough potential."
"This may change their entire lives and even the future of the entire planet. Fulgrim said with a smile, "It's like the dream that Chemos people had about fifty years ago. When they wake up, the entire Chemos becomes as complete with buildings and water plants as the ancient land in the classics. Rich. "
"Robert Guilliman gave relevant experience in the governance of many worlds in Ultramar," Perturabo said, "If a planet joins the Empire, life will be even worse. Not as good as before, this is always..."
"Not perfect?"
"Unprincipled," Roger Dorn said suddenly, his light eyes turning. The light and shadow in the screen are like electric current flowing along the blood vessels.
"Unreasonable, not fair enough..." From behind, Conrad Coates' voice seemed to drift from a place that didn't exist, proving that he was paying attention to what was happening here at the same time.
"You are a merciful man, Perturabo," said Vulkan.
His comment made Perturabo stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly. It was more like a sigh than an objection: "I don't often get this comment, my brother, especially now This evaluation comes from you."
"Take it, Perturabo," said Ferrus Manus, his silver eyes staring at the snowy mountains of Televos in the background. Go up to the transmission tower that leads directly to the sky.
After they arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, they first quickly reached the middle of the mountain via a transport aircraft, then entered the tower and let the lifting platform take them straight into the Cheorwon; Conrad Coates once proposed to reproduce When Perturabo was young, he climbed the snow-capped mountains with his bare hands. Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him.
"Last minute preparation time, contestants! Take care of your animal friends. Are the horseshoes ready?"
"The host is a descendant of a mortal soldier who served under my command when I was young. "Perturabo introduced. "According to what he said, the stories his grandfather told made him yearn for my existence, but his family did not want him to enter the army, so he found another way to get close to me, such as taking a civilian job. Far enough."
"What is he? Prime Minister? Throne, I just realized that I don't understand the political structure of Olympia." Fulgrim shrugged helplessly.
“You don’t need to understand the political structure. Because he is the most talented and socially acclaimed freelance writer of Lokos Times in recent years.”
“This is really expected. Outside!" Phoenix laughed. "Okay, okay, look at his age, he really doesn't look like someone who talks loudly with his bald forehead in the Senate!"
"They set off," Ferrus said.
Perturabo nodded, tapping the fingers of his hands folded on the table slightly, assessing the status of each participant, and obtained satisfactory results.
In his brain, the data flow transmitted from the ID boxes carried by these players also entered the state of analysis at the same time. If no accident occurred, no one would know that the Lord of Olympia himself was personally watching their every move.
With the snow-capped mountains as the background, many contestants from different regions, different cultures and different planets, riding their own unique animals, fell like falling snowflakes the moment the iron-colored streamers were cut. Surge forward.
All of a sudden, colorful dots spread rapidly on the gray and black stone beach wasteland of Olympia, like petals, glitter or ribbons sprinkled on the ground, injecting new energy into this prosperous planet. An unusual vitality brought about by the collision of cultures and the passion for competition.
After the last player began to move away from the camera's shooting range, Perturabo removed a cable and let it fall naturally behind him again, cutting off the transmission of the picture.
A door hidden within the smooth steel wall opened silently, and a giant with half steel and half bionic skin walked out. His chest slightly emitted an orange light that symbolized the source of power, and there was a bright light. Along with the rhythm of his breathing, lightning briefly flashed across the surface of his steel veins.
“I think you all know me.” Mechanical Perturabo said. The synthesized voice obtained through technical simulation sounded a little younger than the complete Perturabo, even in After sharing their stored memories and wills, the two Perturabo's mental ages are exactly the same.
"You...changed the color of the light?" Fulgrim said hesitantly, not knowing which Perturabo to look at.
Mechanical Perturabo nodded, and the mechanical pipelines on his neck stretched and then shortened: "To drive a mechanical body, you don't need an excessively high-level energy source. If anyone is interested in the Cheorwon , come with me, I will lead you to the areas you can visit.”
"What areas are included?" Ferus asked.
"Including the Iron Warriors Art Gallery." The two Perturabo looked at Fulgrim at the same time and said, "The creations of my legion members in their spare time are first screened and displayed on each battleship. After being released, they will be sent to memorial halls on various planets for preservation; those with unique value will be temporarily stored in the battleship collection room until it is the battleship's turn to return to Olympia and then enter the Cheorwon's art gallery. "
"You have introduced it to me in this way, why don't you go and take a look?" Fulgrim clapped his hands and stood up straight, the folds of his purple robe straight along his unfolded legs. Snow-white arms fell.
"There is also something that may interest you, Ferrus," Perturabo said. "What is it?" Ferus asked.
Mechanical Perturabo pointed at himself.
Ferrus smiled. His smile looked like cracks between two pieces of steel caused by temperature changes. Compared with Fulgrim's smile, it was not beautiful, but it was still an incomparably real one. smile.
"Good," said the Primarch of the Iron Hands.
"Rogal Dorn, you will find that my battleship is absolutely different from your Phalanx." Perturabo continued, "And I have something specifically to show you. It Built based on a unique local extraordinary mental power that is similar to psychic energy but different from it, it is the latest experiment. "
"I understand" Dorn knew Petula. What exactly is the power Beau is referring to.
"Vulkan, you may be interested in many contents. I am not sure whether you want to visit the residential area prepared for mortals on the fortress."
"Of course," the Fire Dragon Lord said. "Thank you, Perturabo."
"What about me?" Horus asked. "Are there any projects prepared for me?"
Everyone immediately looked at the data pad that suddenly lit up.
"You missed the opening of the Iron Riding Competition," Vulcan laughed low and broad.
"Father has orders," Horus didn't care. Missing a match between mortals was not a regret for him; what he cared about was this gathering between the Primarchs, "But father Not yet at Olympia? Where is Angron?"
"The Emperor is still on his expedition," said Dorn. "Angron was called away by Karn."
Horus raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Okay," he said.
"Magnus is gone too," Fulgrim said, still a little unaccustomed to the sudden loss of that little red figure.
"Magnus? Was he also called away by someone?" Horus re-observed the layout of the command room and confirmed that Magnus was really not there, not that he was too small. , he missed it in a hurry.
Coz's nails scraped against the iron handrail, which caused a harsh noise. "Because he was so small that no one noticed when he disappeared," he said with a low smile, "so he ran away. What a sad story. I Dear brothers."
"He decided to get a bigger body," said Perturabo. "Have you finished the design?"
"Come on, come on," Curze shrank back in his chair. "There is one person who keeps vetoing my designs, Petula..."
"You can't imagine how many wonderful ideas your brother has that can only exist in conceptual designs. Lord of Iron," Morse took the notebook from Coates' hand and circled a part of the sketch in gold ink, "We do not live in a high-dimensional space, Conrad, unless you want to be here Fix a psychic spell everywhere! Otherwise, even Perturabo would not be able to draw the architectural design you requested!"
"Are you here?" Fulgrim said in surprise.
"Yes, I hid my existence because I was having a disagreement with Konrad Curze over how to build his future flagship into the Minotaur Labyrinth of Daedalus."
Mo Else spoke quickly, each word hanging on to the end of the previous one.
“He is using forward-looking geometric art to create a fantasy palace that will pose a severe challenge to any intruder or anyone who wants to escape. However, I objectively elaborated that he cannot turn reality into reality. The universe is designed as if it were a passage in the immaterial universe."
"I have a realistic reference," Konrad Coates retorted.
“Your reality reference doesn’t exist in the real universe, does it?”
"Conrad," Perturabo breathed out softly, "let me hear your design."
"Okay." Curze agreed immediately, narrowing his eyes slightly, Form an imperceptible upward arc. He stood up and held out his notebook. "I can introduce it to you, and I will express my gratitude to you in advance for it."
"There was one Primarch," said Morse, "who did not want to have a serious discussion with me at all; he just Waiting for this moment, so as to attract you to help him work."
"If necessary, I can provide... some advanced arena design drawings carefully designed by some factions for thousands of years, as well as how to maintain health. Experience in building an ornamental arena,” Coates was unmoved. "Unlike humans, a consul can also be born in the arena."
"Alas, Angron is not here, so you started to introduce their arena." Fulgrim shook his head .
"I am not telling a joke, Fulgrim." Curze said softly, "Positive and negative, perfect and incomplete, a set of contradictory words must appear on both sides of the coin at the same time for people to choose."
"Maybe," Fulgrim smiled, "will you come with us to visit?"
"No, goodbye." Curze waved his hand and watched the Primarchs leave.
Perturabo sat down opposite Coze, opened the notebook, and held a corner of the paper with his fingers.
"This is..."
"A sketch drawn at random." Cozz supported his chin and swirled the quill between his fingers. "About a certain possibility, how I used the genetic similarity of the Primarch to open Robert's mind. ·The lock that Guilliman set for me in his unforgettable empire."
"Your communication tower, and many other places, use the same lock...I am not. It implies that I will break open your door, but perhaps I should give you a little warning, my brother."
"Thank you," said Perturabo, thinking for a moment, "I will start to replace it one by one. "
"Okay," Kurtz smiled, "Now, we can discuss my maze."
(End of this chapter)