Chapter 300 Scene Four
Ferrus Manus stood behind the finish line of the equestrian event.
At first, he drank some local ale from Olympia in the temporary tent.
There is a saying in Medusa that you have to tell which of the two barrels contains wine and which contains diesel. You cannot tell them by smelling or tasting them; but whoever drinks a few Cup, and his soul passed away the next day, which sifted out a warrior who was too weak to deserve to live.
Fortunately, Olympia's ale does not have that unique taste. The bubbles will only use the most normal way to bring some numbing enjoyment to the tongue with keen senses.
When the top group of contestants in the competition arrived three miles away from the finish line, Ferrus Manus walked out of the tent and asked the mortal host to take him to the finish line where the horizontal strips had been pulled up.
He noticed that the strips were really yellow and black, and even though he was normally stern, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Ferrus stood on the side of the track with a pair of silver hands behind his back, waiting for the month-long equestrian competition to come to an end, which also brought a flawless end to the entire Olympia Games. .
He wanted to know where Fulgrim was these days. It seemed that since the conflict between Telemanon Lyras and Thor Sahar, Fulgrim and Konrad ·Curse never showed up. Thinking of this, he had a headache.
Soon, the first batch of contestants came.
Although there are escorts watching over the players throughout the entire process, under the rules of the event, the only thing they will do is to ensure the basic human rights of these players, such as not suffering casualties. In addition, the exploration of the route, food and accommodation supplies, travel planning, etc. are all handled by the players themselves.
For this reason, the players are each in their own embarrassment. Not to mention other aspects, first of all, most of them did not find a chance to take a shower and clean themselves.
Running in the championship is a young man wearing an animal skin and a huge predatory cat under him. He is constantly accelerating towards the finish line. He does not know what he has experienced. He is full of satisfaction. The whole body is covered with thick mud with turf.
After he got closer, Ferus discovered that judging from the state of the bones, the young player was probably no more than fifteen Terran years old; and the prey was newly peeled and wrapped in thick animal skins , and even increased his apparent age.
The little runner excitedly crossed the finish line, hugging the yellow and black strips to his chest, and then fell down on the grass with his animals from exhaustion. The escort quickly fished him out from the grass with hands and feet, preparing to put him in a different place to avoid being accidentally trampled by other players later.
"Bring him here," said Ferrus, admiring the young victor. However, a young man was able to defeat hundreds of competitors and win the crown, which is worthy of recognition.
The champion leads the second place by a long way. Ferus first wanted to ask which planet in the Olympia cluster the champion represented in the competition. Later, he verified the backwardness of that planet in some ways. For example, he found that the champion could neither speak Low Gothic nor speak Low Gothic. Hardly use a translator.
“It’s... very different there,” the champion player’s grammar and vocabulary were still a bit strange even after being translated. “We hunted, ran around, barbecued, and drank. We liked to compete.”
"What reward do you want from the Lord of Olympia?" the Primarch asked while thinking deeply.
“I never thought about it,” the young contestant still held the yellow and black strip with his left hand, and patted his own head with his right hand, and the mud fell piece by piece, “Then, sir, I thought Participate in Iron Warriors ”
Perturabo had a good fortune. Ferrus Manus thought.
In the distance, more different and dusty players began to approach one by one, decorating the blue skyline of Olympia with colors from different planets.
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“Did I miss a lot of things?” Horus Luperkar sighed, looking a little listless in the center of the frame framed by the small screen.
During this month, he tried his best to spare time and intermittently shared his experiences with these brothers who were enjoying their leisure time in Olympia. This made him feel that he was connected by blood with them, that they were all children of the Emperor.
During the first thirty years of being alone with the Emperor, he thought that he would object to any interference from outside factors in this precious and sweet life. He could not imagine that the Emperor would take another heir to read books and answer questions. , and a day of watching the bright stars at the observatory.
When brothers such as Perturabo, Leman Russ, and Magnus were able to return to Terra one after another, swear allegiance to the Emperor, and gradually separate his uniqueness from their father's side, indeed For a while, Horus felt unbearable sourness in his heart.
Fortunately, not long after, he adapted to the existence of other Primarchs, and realized that in this galaxy where war and killing were intertwined, he could have brothers who had the same origin and the same mind as him. What a wonderful thing to be thankful for.
Across from the datapad containing Horus, Magnus and Angron looked at each other.
Under the influence of some common understanding, Angron spread his palms on his knees and said to Horus: "We have also only arrived in Olympia a few hours ago, Horus. Before that , we also have things to deal with related to the Great Crusade.”
He decided not to mention the fact that the two men had been at the Emperor's side during this time to assist in the construction of the Webway.
"It is true," Magnus continued, "We missed almost all of the games, and his warriors took the opportunity to beat my heirs."
After speaking, Magnus turned his attention to Angron, and glared at Angron through the monocle presented by Perturabo.
“Don’t worry, I believe that when Perturabo thinks of holding another large-scale event in a few decades, he will not forget to send you an invitation letter.” Horus comforted, “What are you doing? The importance of the Lord of Iron goes without saying."
"Oh..." Magnus admitted that he felt unreasonably sorry when facing Horus.
As the first scion of the Emperor to return to Terra, Horus Luperkar was still unaware of the existence of the Webway due to his personal superiority in conquering the stars.
In addition, he was the one who really missed the sports meeting, but now he came to comfort him and Angron.
Then Magnus thought of the few Primarchs who were still immersed in the expedition and had not even received a real-time broadcast. In contrast, he quickly forgave himself.
Magnus stood up and lowered his head slightly to prevent himself from hitting the roof of the tent.
Morse's final act is about to begin, and it is said that the star this time will be the Emperor. While he was looking forward to it, he couldn't help but want to question what legend Morse had brazenly tampered with.
He picked up the data tablet and held it in his arms. Angron stood up with him, opened the simple brown and red velvet curtain of the camp, and walked towards Lokos City.
On the way, Horus was inevitably surprised for a moment when he passed the high-rise black tower built by Konrad Curze's strange army overnight on the outskirts of the city.
The Wolf God has not yet seen the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, but he has seen Konrad Curze's living habits in the data pad these days, as well as his... informal works of art , indeed left some unforgettable memories for Horus.
However, Horus is willing to believe that such an eccentric brother is willing to contribute his strength to the Great Crusade and can establish a good relationship with Perturabo, which shows what his nature is. Noble, how worthy of respect is the personality hidden under the cold appearance and bloody hobby. "Okay, Horus," Magnus said, "I've calculated the time and it's time to go to the theater! The Emperor is starring today!"
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Koz grabbed the hammer, tossed it several times in his hand, and then put it back on the ground without interest. The hammer's handle leaned against the corner of the table and made a gentle knock.
He continued to circle in the workshop, the steam and smoke sometimes covering his body, sometimes revealing it.
This temporarily attracted Vulkan's attention. The Fire Dragon Lord smiled at Curze and continued to tell the mortal craftsmen around him about his personal experience in forging.
Besides watching the game and dealing with legion affairs at every moment, Vulkan visited the blacksmiths and workshops across the city in order to find everything for himself to enrich his life.
At first, the locals were equal parts fear and respect for him. He knew that his appearance was indeed scary, and he didn't mind. Sure enough, after one or two days of communication, whenever he appeared in the workshop, people would hurriedly gather around him to listen to what he was going to say next.
As for the more formidable Night Ghost Blood Marquis, after the second act of the play performed by him, the locals' love for him suddenly rose to a new level.
Even though he often disappears and appears like a ghost, except for young and innocent children, most locals are willing to welcome him with kindness and curiosity.
This further reduced the number of Konrad Coates’ appearances in the crowd.
"That's it for today, friends." Vulcan glanced at the sky outside the window, "The closing ceremony will be in the evening."
"Are you leaving after today?" A child brought by a craftsman stuck his head out, carefully stretched out his short finger, and poked the corner of Vulcan's robe. "Can you stay a few more days?"
"Why do you have so much free time, why should you just be lazy and enjoy yourself?" Conrad Coates suddenly appeared behind the child, and touched the child's head with his cold fingers, The child was so frightened that he trembled all over.
Koz hummed softly, strolled to Vulcan, turned around and leaned against the table.
"Let's go," he said lazily, "if the heavenly wheel of the universe also shows mercy, our yarns will intertwine again."
Gathered in the workshop After the few mortals inside left, the hall, which originally didn't have much open space, actually seemed empty.
The Lord of the Fire Dragon put away the blacksmith's tools he had borrowed, and asked at the same time: "What happened to Fulgrim, Konrad?"
"I look like I know?" Konrad. Curze shrugged.
“Yes.” Vulkan smiled, understanding that Curze was especially not good at dealing with such an answer.
Sure enough, Cozz seemed to choke for a moment, glanced at him with pure black eyes, and suddenly sighed.
“I only know what kind of trouble he encountered, but I don’t know the path he is on now. Although I took some actions in the process, I don’t know how many advantages and disadvantages my actions have. Good deeds, but bad deeds by mistake.”
"No matter what, the Emperor and Perturabo himself are by Phoenix's side, and I can bet that things are going to be good."
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"Rogal Dorn, what are you doing? How many times must Akulduna be mentioned to confirm that the chief swordsman of the Emperor's Children is currently lying in a hospital bed with severe injuries and is unconscious, and it is a miracle that his life is saved?"
Mechanical Petu? Rab said to Roger Dorn, dropping the hollow iron ball in his hand and putting down the portable homemade laser engraving pen at the same time. Due to the hollow pattern, the iron ball stays firmly on the table without rolling, showing the exquisite and detailed texture on the surface of the sphere.
This is a panoramic miniature craft ornament of the planet Olympia, with a diameter about the length of a mortal hand. Perturabo decided to give it to Callifon before leaving.
Before the final act of the Grand Theater and the closing ceremony began, while waiting with Rogal Dorn in the Royal Palace of Lokos, he took out the iron ball and further refined it.
"This is only the second time I ask a question, Perturabo." Rogal Dorn stated his point of view with his usual attitude, neither smiling nor angry. "If you answer me, I don't need to mention it a third time."
Sometimes Perturabo wonders whether the stone primarch from Inwett is truly unaware of the abominations he says or does, or whether he is taking the initiative to offend others. I have a special liking for this identity.
Not long ago, he had a chat with Ferrus Manus while exchanging technology, and he learned that the last time this ghostly stone had a conflict with Ferus was because Dorne had a fight in front of a warrior. He accused Ferrus of being impulsive and bellicose.
"Then, I have answered it." Perturabo moved his eyes to the plate of fruit on the table.
After these days of continuous consumption, the food reserves of Planet Olympia and surrounding planets were consumed at an extremely fast rate, and the gene-edited grapes that the Primarchs most often ate were finally the only ones left in front of them.
When he thought that the mechanical body he placed here was not convenient for eating, he felt extra angry. This was probably the emotional impact Rogal Dorn had on him.
"Will Akulduna be able to regain his fighting ability before I leave Olympia?" Roger Dorn threw out the second line on his list of questions.
"Fulgrim is guarding Akul Duna. I don't think that Astartes can return to his original state in just a few days." Perturabo paused. , "He shed the last drop of blood for the battle - a metaphor, not a literal meaning. What's wrong?"
Roger Dorn nodded and said the reason: "My Templar Sigismund De always wanted to have another battle drill with him. He believed that the battle with Akulduna made him rediscover his personal limits, and hoped that Akulduna could conduct assessment trials for the Haskar Guard and expand his horizons. The Guard’s vision and understanding of combat.”
He took a breath and saw that the mechanical Perturabo did not interrupt him, so he continued to talk about the third thing.
"Also, I am concerned about the status of Fulgrim and Akul Duna. Do the Emperor's Children survive the occasional crisis?"
"More than that." Perturabo smiled, "How could the phoenix sleep forever in ashes?"
He listened carefully and heard a rallying trumpet sound ringing from the Coliseum of Lokos, and ringing the city with The sound of bells spreads leisurely across the land of Olympia.
“The fourth act is coming.” He said, “Let’s go to the Grand Theater.”
(End of this chapter)