Chapter 304 Everyone is happy (Part 2)
Over the mountains and forests, aircraft of various sizes interweave a complex network of swarm trajectories among the clouds, marking the current busy space transportation status of Planet Olympia.
After the Games were declared over, delegations from various planets in the Olympia Star Cluster set out on their way back one after another, bringing the good news back to their homes.
Even if not a single medal was won, the generally distributed regional subsidies have actually entered the cargo holds of these planet visiting fleets, and the agreement has also appeared on the desktops of the envoys.
Morse only raised his head once and then looked away. He has more important things to deal with now - no, objectively speaking, this is actually not a big deal. He can pretend that he is not aware of it at all, but...
"I don't understand how you found it here, Emperor. I didn't send you a parchment invitation with hot paint."
After a quick shuttle, Morse appeared from the air and stood. At the edge of the woodland fence, hands tucked into the pockets of his black robe.
This is a design he just added to his robe to naturally place his hands that don't know where to appear or what gestures to make.
No one was watching at this time. The emperor's clothes changed back to a gray and black robe, with a rag-like cloak on his shoulders. His hair hung down from both sides of his shoulders. He could not be considered young or old. On his finger were three rings, a ram's skull, a sun, and a gray stone.
He seems to be in good spirits, with a rare lack of fatigue, which further obscures his age. But no matter what, he doesn't look like a galactic emperor.
Hearing Morse's question, the Emperor put the stone chisel he was observing in his hand back on the low table. Since he was sitting on a handmade wooden bench at this time, he raised his head and looked at Morse.
This makes his eyes appear very dark, just like the deep black holes that appear on bronze statues buried in deeper soil than the Terra underground palace.
"I passed by here." The Emperor said, behind the casual approach, there was deliberate cunning. "I stumbled across traces of where you once resided, Morse."
He actually didn't often call Morse by his current name.
“I don’t have many requirements for living conditions, Emperor. I only need a messy stone hut to live for thousands of years, not a whole glorious palace across the Himalayas...”< br>
Not long ago, when Mors and Perturabo returned to this old house together, he had experienced a strange comfort and ease, but the Emperor suddenly stepped on this unspoiled land with his noble feet. After getting on, Morse felt a buzzing inside his skull.
Morse glanced at his simple house behind the emperor, which was wrapped with vines and covered with grass seeds. He confirmed that the emperor had basically not touched his things, and he gradually breathed a sigh of relief.
"...and a hard-working assistant, I mean Malcador." He continued.
"The natural environment here is very good," the emperor said, his eyes still fixed on Morse, "It is impossible to find mountain valleys surrounded by streams in Terra."
Morse Si will not comment. He pulled out a wicker chair from behind and sat down opposite the emperor. The smell of unprocessed vegetation in the forest gathered in the mountain breeze.
"It was around here that I first saw one of your creations," Morse pointed in a nearby direction. The photo he took back then is still stored in a space known only to him. "Later I learned that you have nineteen or twenty such children."
A fruit plate suddenly appeared on the low table. Judging from the firing and inlay craftsmanship, it should belong to Royal Palace of Lokos.
Some overly huge fruits, perhaps gene-edited grapes, are lying in the middle of the golden and blue fruit plate, and the remaining water droplets after cleaning slide from the smooth surface of the peel. Morse and the Emperor each took one. This is the last plate of the season's Primarch special fruit that has disappeared.
“They are returning,” said the Emperor. “There are not many left wandering.”
“What happens next?”
"What happened next?"
Morse tore off the skin of the fruit. His hands wrapped in black cloth were not suitable for such precise operations. He gave up decisively and directly used one of mankind's oldest weapons. one.
He took a bite with his teeth and started chewing.
"After they all return, Emperor." Morse quickly finished the pulp in his mouth.
This is a question suitable to be asked casually during afternoon tea time, without any additional hints or questions, but the silence used by the emperor to think about the answer to this question was longer than Mo Ernst's expectations.
"What's wrong?" Morse asked, continuing to hold the bitten fruit in his hand.
The Emperor did not immediately give his answer. Just when Morse began to wonder if the Lord of Mankind was wandering in other worlds as a ghost, the Emperor finally began to eat his special grape in a humane manner and wiped the juice from his chin with the back of his hand.
"After the first round of construction of the Webway is completed, this matter can be announced to them." The Emperor said, it seems that making an important decision related to open secrets is more important to him than Conquering a hundred worlds is even more difficult.
"Of course, of course, we can't let poor Horus continue to know nothing about it." Morse smiled. The aircraft passing by at low altitude in the sky often made a rumble of noise. and his laughter.
At this time, Olympia is somewhat like the throne world of Terra, both of which are surrounded by transport ships and aircraft.
"This road... will need to be guarded and maintained." The emperor spoke slowly, as if every word had been selected by him, "We have verified that when the runes are activated, this road has a certain impact on the vast ocean. "It's just that if no one looks at the cracks in the wall, any of its weak points may be crushed by the invasion of the vast ocean under extreme circumstances," Moore Si turned the grapes in his hand, "Look at what happened to the Ancient Eldar Empire."
He stopped playing with the food in his hand, "Not every primarch is like Magnus and can deal with it. Local rifts. All of them are warriors, but the number of psychic masters is not enough."
"In addition, even you cannot always look after the entire galaxy. If you have such ability, why are we still working hard on the expedition from planet to planet? "
"Besides, after the construction is completed, there is still a lot of work to do, even The Webway itself is just one of the many lifelines of the empire. In the final analysis, it can only alleviate the dilemma of communication and transportation..."
Morse cut off his words and shook his head: "I don't like plans that are too far-sighted, because they are often of no use."
"Plans are used by humans to resist unpredictable fate. Shields and armor," the Emperor replied.
"Do you have to use individual combat power armor to resist the fate of the ship-borne light spear array?" Morse stared at the emperor, trying to detect something different from that familiar face "I don't know if you are still a fan of armor and bullet confrontation."
"I..." The emperor couldn't deal with it for a moment. He hesitated again and again, and finally said: "Maybe."
Morse took a bite of the fruit angrily: "Okay, my dear Emperor! But I do have one more question..."
"Yes," the Emperor interrupted. "That's one of my ideas."
He stood up from the bench, and before he knew it, Morse's forest cabin was enveloped by a layer of golden cold power, and at the same time, it was transformed from reality. Isolated from subspace.
The place where they are located has been abstracted into an extraction and simplification of the real universe. Natural light and shadow return to large areas of flat color blocks, and complex details are left only as simple vector outlines.
The emperor's shadow fell on the earth wall behind him, taller and deeper than his body itself.
"As you said, once, the Webway was just a road. What it can solve will not be beyond what the road can solve." The Emperor said, turning his back so that no one could see him. expression. "But its unique properties give it more potential." The Lord of Humanity exhaled: "A shield is also a weapon."
"You could have told me about this earlier, my emperor..." Morse put his finger on the side of his forehead, endured it for a while, then suppressed his aggravated tone, "What's wrong with this? What is worth hiding? "
"If my idea cannot be verified as feasible, there is no need to say it." There was a rare honesty in the emperor's tone.
Obviously, if the Evil God's domain is not cut off by the Webway, the great Lord of Mankind intends to pretend that he never thought so.
Morse walked up to the emperor and looked at that glorious and majestic side face, feeling a wave of turmoil in his heart again.
He must have sworn to the recliner, and he was also curious about why he was always manipulated by the Emperor and the Emperor's children to create anger that was not conducive to mental health out of thin air.
"So you want to conduct an experiment with the Lord of Corruption's garden without saying a word? To see if the webway is that strong? Can't you explain it to your Royal Engineering Team in advance?"
"You were not here before, but I need you." The emperor turned his face sideways and looked at Morse. "Spells and spiritual energy have different origins. I need it to maintain the verification environment."
Morse shook his head, unable to maintain his dissatisfaction any longer. He said stiffly: "Oh...The results now satisfy you, right? Your guess is correct, and the phoenix is flying."
"Yes." The emperor said.
Morse threw the remaining kernels into the soil, although they probably wouldn't sprout.
“First of all, as a consistent radical, I support your idea. Instead of hiding under the watchful eye of the supreme heaven, it is better to make some creative subversive attempts...”
“ So, do you have any other fantastic ideas?" he asked.
The surrounding golden light becomes more majestic, further strengthening the isolation between the inside and outside.
"I can speak frankly, but you cannot judge." The emperor spoke cautiously, with a particularly solemn expression.
"Tell me about it?" Morse became interested.
The Emperor moved his lips and reluctantly let the words come out of his mouth: "I am Alpha, I am Omega, the Almighty who was, is and will be forever. I have died. , now alive again, and living forever and ever."
"Oh." Morse shrugged, and his curiosity disappeared in an instant. "New Testament Revelation."
After saying the first sentence, the emperor's words became smoother.
“I once thought that becoming a god was the only way to fight against the dark gods.” The Emperor said, “But I soon understood that even if this plan was successful, before the enemy could be destroyed, mankind would have to wait until the enemy was destroyed. It will suffer catastrophe.”
After all, the example of the ancient and powerful empire collapsing in the claws of the new god is not that far away from them.
After speaking, he asked: "Aren't you surprised."
Morse reached out kindly and patted the emperor on the shoulder: "I will pretend that you are not pretending to be a human right now. Race God, Galaxy Emperor."
"I didn't."
"Yes, you didn't." Morse blinked.
The Emperor knitted his noble eyebrows, knowing he had no explanation.
Denying humanity will only make humans crave it more. So had the last priest on Terra said to him before dying in flames.
If faith is taken away from human beings, what will you use to fill the gap?
"I know what I have done," the Emperor answered. "I was right."
"That's what separates you from others," Morse laughed, "how arrogant."
The golden light curtain oscillated in front of him like water waves, or the rolling of hot air driven by burning straw.
Morse took a step forward, passing through the limitations of the Emperor's spiritual power, and the world regained its true colors.
He turned back and saw in the golden light the model of all generals and rulers among all mankind for tens of thousands of years.
It suddenly occurred to Mors that whenever the Primarchs were talking happily to each other, he was always communicating alone with the Emperor for different reasons. This was a damn regular pattern, presumably because there was always some new information to be gleaned from the Emperor's mouth.
After that, the light used for blocking dissipated, and the image of a middle-aged man in gray robe and black cloak appeared together with Morse's cabin again.
Perhaps he should have asked the Emperor to stay here and not leave, and then quickly fetched Perturabo here so that a new photo could be taken of the two of them.
Uninteresting thoughts passed through Morse's mind.
"Are you leaving next?" Morse asked. "Continue to participate in the expedition? At least that's what Perturabo has decided. Maybe I will go with him to see it."
"No. There is something else." The Emperor denied. "Among the things created by the Iron Warriors Primarch, there is one thing that is particularly famous across the galaxy."
"Oh? May I ask what else I missed?"
"You didn't miss it. Perturabo handed over the invitation, saying that the door of the Iron Warriors Memorial Hall has been opened to the Lord of Mankind."
Morse clapped his hands: "When will you go, take me with you?" "Thank you very much, Emperor."
The Emperor nodded in agreement. The mountain wind surges through and the forest leaves rustle.
“This is a good house.” The Lord of Mankind said as he looked at Morse’s residence. The golden threads were woven into the gray robe, just like weaving armor, reshaping a figure respected by hundreds of millions of people. The Radiant Emperor.
Morse looked at him deeply.
"If you want," he said, "when you are no longer the emperor, you can also find a planet to build a hut. When the wheat you grow is flooded by heavy rains, or you die of thirst in the dry season, I will definitely I will travel thousands of miles to laugh at you, Neos”
(End of this chapter)