Chapter 305 The Iron Warriors Memorial
As it turns out, the Emperor was not the only one to receive an invitation to visit the famous Iron Warriors Memorial.
When the golden boots of the Lord of Mankind landed on the soft crimson carpet dyed with real animal fur outside the Grand Memorial Hall of Olympia, several Astartes gathered at the door were The Lord of the Galaxy was so frightened that he burst into tears.
These outstanding warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles and have an average of twenty scars from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet only need to shove their original bodies in front of their eyes, and each of them will see their genes for the first time. When I was a father, my mind was completely empty.
Not to mention the Emperor. If the mind of a person who sees the Emperor for the first time is not filled with the Emperor's golden light for thirty seconds, then it is probably because the Emperor's psychic aura is too high. It was so big that they fainted within thirty seconds.
This was what Rogal Dorn saw when he followed the Emperor to the memorial hall. Following his custom, he ignored the disturbance caused by the Emperor and walked up to the Lord of Mankind to say hello.
The Emperor is good at using a smaller price to win the sincerity of others, and the aura of divinity is an example - this sentence was said by Alpharius, or Omega. Rogal Dorn did not dare to say which one he had encountered the last time he returned to Terra.
"Rogal Dorn," the Emperor called his name, also when he returned to Terra last time, with sadness in his eyes. He has always been like this, while conquering the galaxy, he also accepts the fact that all the misfortunes that once happened to the places where humans lived are still going on under his rule today.
But at this moment, Roger Dorn couldn't feel those low emotions.
Perhaps it was the cool breeze in the mountains of Olympia that made the emperor feel soothed, just like Rogge knew that after being blown alone by the icy wind for three hours outdoors in Inwit, he no longer had the ability to indulge in anything. The same as in mourning.
"Father," Dawn nodded, expressing his response in a succinct way.
"Is this your first time here?" the Emperor asked. He was just chatting, and the Lord of Humanity actually had the unique function of chatting.
"Perturabo invited me several years ago," Dorn answered honestly, "but it was not until recently that I really had the opportunity to visit here."
" I'm so heartbroken, the golden fist of the empire," the voice didn't seem to come from a horizontal direction.
Soon, Konrad Curze slipped from a shadow on the other side of the street and landed quietly next to the Emperor. His landing buffer just constituted a bow to the Emperor. Salute. "'Several years ago', listen to what you said. It was only a month ago that I finally got the invitation from the Perturabo brothers. It was much later than you. Alas..."
He straightened up, and a bunch of small leather bags slapped each other around his waist: "Salute to you, Emperor."
Rogal Dorn didn't want to say anything more. Nor will he and everyone enjoy catching up on each other’s flaws in their words.
This time, it was Fulgrim who spoke for Rogal Dorn. The purple-robed phoenix wore a pair of elbow-length gloves with white background embroidered with purple and gold patterns. His newly permed fluffy curly hair was half white. A large range of exquisite shadows are cast on the cheeks, and hidden in the shadows is half a finely crafted silver mask.
He only took with him his chief swordsman Akulduna, whose steps were stiff and whose face had not yet recovered from the serious injury. He also had other undamaged and glorious descendants, such as Kesoron and Eidolon. , Lucius and others, but none of them were seen.
“Father,” Fulgrim first greeted the emperor, and then stabbed Conrad with a smile: “Conrad, you and Perturabo have only known each other for a month, and he invites you. Coming to his beloved home planet, there is no other example of this speed.”
Konrad's smile was filled with an annoying smugness that was not typical even for the Emperor's Children, who were often considered too proud.
After that, a company commander of the Eighth Legion appeared from the road according to the normal walking path and hurriedly followed his genetic father. Conrad Coze patted the shoulder of the warrior who had just painted his power armor with blue lightning patterns, invisibly stopping him from saluting.
On his waist, a bolter with a silver skull engraved on it had obviously been carefully maintained countless times and was fixed by a brown belt and buckle. This weapon, gifted personally by the original body, is the most eye-catching decoration on the warrior - considering that he only brought this weapon that can be called an ornament.
Before they could utter any more words to each other that did not in any way advance the Great Crusade, an Iron Warrior finally arrived at their side and respectfully paid his respects to the higher-ups of the Empire.
“The door of the memorial hall is already open.” He is not a person who is good at carving out diplomatic words into a flower through his clever tongue. This is almost written all over his angular face, “I It’s Barabas Dantioch, the commander of the Eleventh Battalion. Please allow me to lead you to visit the Olympia Memorial Hall. Lord Perturabo is visiting the memorial hall with several other Primarchs who arrived early.”
"Okay," the Emperor said.
"At your command, Emperor." Dantioch raised an arm toward the granite door carved in the native Olympian style. It looked like a move he had learned from the waiters who opened doors for him on previous diplomatic missions.
“Before that, can you wait for a moment, battalion commander?” Fulgrim asked, spotting the familiar figure from the corner of his eye, “Oh, Ferus is here.”
Ferrus Manus walked up to Fulgrim and greeted the Emperor. He came alone, unaccompanied by his clan.
This is the inevitable consequence of inviting too many people at once. Someone will always arrive first or last.
The Lord of Humanity's eyes slowly passed over the several descendants standing in front of him, tracing their outlines with his eyes. "Let's go," he said.
"The Iron Warriors Memorial Hall, originally established in 809.M30 in Lokos, the capital of the planet Olympia, is the cultural and spiritual core of the Legion used by the Iron Warriors of the Fourth Legion to collect important items worthy of commemoration. For decades, the first This memorial hall has been renovated and expanded many times to meet the growing storage and exhibition needs..."
This is actually the first time that Barabas Dantioch has truly entered the interior of the Olympia Grand Memorial Hall. How this honor suddenly came to him, Dantioch himself did not know.
Walking under the tall sloping ceiling, sunlight passes through the carefully designed glass panels, using the best refraction angle to coat the collections in the cabinet with natural light.
This has long been more than just a venue dedicated to placing statues. Here, the proof of the Iron Warriors’ battles to this day is stored. Whether it is a glorious victory or a regretful defeat, it is a model worthy of praise and learning. , or the pain that keeps me awake at night every time I think about it.
And the Emperor saw the proof. Dantioch suddenly realized this.
The Emperor looks upon all that the Iron Warriors have sacrificed for the dream of the Great Crusade.
Dantioch recited the manuscript he had obtained on the spot, and breathed a sigh of relief that these real giants were willing to slow down a little and wait for him to catch up.
After adapting to this sudden explanation job, he gradually began to add some personal understanding. It is true that he has never been here, but many things here either feel really familiar to him, or he has learned about similar content in his past experience.
He introduced the first batch of early equipment that had been retired from technology development over the years, and talked about what these unoptimized designs had created during the specific battle process that indirectly led to soldiers being carved into sculptures. The little troubles in the hall, the inevitable fatal accidents and the damage caused.
He described the story of a model drive engine that ran out of control, and how the chain reaction caused by the exploding plasma was like a solar flare, destroying half of the cruiser's armor plating at once, leaving the section dangerously exposed to debris and debris. Among the floating objects in space.
Then, there is the inner tunnel network that penetrates the earth's crust. It was boldly designed by a member of the Stonemasons Club and completed with the cooperation of the nearby Mechanicus. It was arranged in a planetary belt where the surface environment is generally extremely harsh, providing the local The inhabitants provide a miraculous path across the mantle, traveling directly from one end of the planet to the other.
The relatively complete version of this series of design drawings with the most beautiful handwriting was retained by Perturabo and placed in the Grand Memorial Hall.
The demigods are more approachable than Dantioch expected.
Dantioch noticed that the Emperor and the Primarchs were indeed interested in the exhibits collected by Perturabo. The Emperor's footsteps stopped at the right time, Curze and Fulgrim went back and forth between singing and tit-for-tat, and Ferrus selectively let some of the exhibits draw his attention away from the Primarch beside him... …Rogal Dorn is the only one who can even fill in the relevant backstory that Dantioch didn’t mention.
Their viewing is not a formal pretense, Dantioch and Rong Yan.
Throughout the Empire, anyone who has any knowledge of the Primarchs knows how unique these natural demigods are.
Dantioch believed in his heart that their thoughts were particularly quick. Thanks to their sharp brains and thinking abilities, although it was not apparent on the surface, their emotions were also highly enriched in humans.
They have another kind of alien mind, which is based on human beings, but there is undoubtedly a subtle but sharp difference. Perhaps the Primarch was to the Astartes what the Astartes were to mortals.
But when they showed their curiosity about Dantioch's story, sharing their wonder and reflections like true brothers and families, and—well, mostly, when they told the Iron Warriors about it When respect and appreciation are shown, none of this matters anymore.
Even those who do not seek honor and recognition will not refuse to be commemorated for their practice of ideals.
It is said that in the hall of Nuceria's Alpine Sanatorium, facing the main entrance, there hangs the first group photo of the twelfth Primarch Angron embracing his fellow gladiators.
Passing through the cloister and passing some large display furnishings and murals, there is another door hidden in the texture of the wall for the sake of design beauty. After stopping in Dantioch and verifying the identity authority, it automatically Respectfully opened to visitors.
“This is the Sculpture Hall, which was part of the original construction of the memorial,” Dantioch said, asking the distinguished guests to go ahead.
After the door opened, Dantioch saw several giants at the other end of the hall.
His Primarch Perturabo himself is also here, taking his brothers who arrived earlier to introduce the stories of the heroic statues.
Over the decades, there have been by no means a handful of Iron Warriors who have made military exploits, and there are always a few who are outstanding enough to have their personal images placed in the Olympia Memorial Hall.
Dantioch himself has a sculpture, and it is located relatively close to the middle of the sculpture hall of the Grand Memorial Hall. In the sculpture, he looks like he is debating: that was when he decided to build Agora The day of the market.
For this reason, Dantioch once asked the brother who was in charge of the shift at the Grand Memorial Hall to take a photo of his sculpture for a private souvenir.
Of course, under the premise of the huge base of Iron Warriors overall warriors, the number of negative examples will inevitably increase slowly year by year.
For example, the one not far from the door. Under his hands, the communication series signals were deciphered by the enemy. However, because he himself took the wrong reference material when sending the message, he had outdated secret words in his hands. Ben, their enemies naturally failed to achieve the desired results.
No matter what, the soldier still gained the qualification to enter the Grand Memorial Hall by virtue of his legendary negligence.
On the other hand, the leader of the grenadier execution team who followed the order at the time judged that there was definitely a problem with the order, so he went under pressure and asked the headquarters for confirmation a second time. He saved the life of a centurion.
Dantioch knew that his duty of explaining today was over, so he saluted several giants. Fulgrim said goodbye to him with a smile, and asked him to take care of Akulduna who was struggling to walk.
In the blink of an eye, Konrad Curze was like sneaking into the shadows, floating briskly and quickly all the way to Perturabo. When Perturabo turned around, he showed a friendly smile and said to the Lord of Iron. The ability to maintain a stable facial expression poses certain challenges.
"Perturabo," Cozi drew out the end of his words, "the level of sculptures designed by your warriors is somewhat uneven."
Just look at it What Coze pointed at with his pale, slender fingers showed that he was deliberately trying to create a contradiction. Because the set of statues he pointed at were designed by Perturabo himself.
"Everyone is different." The Emperor may feel that he should say something. No matter what, the words can be interpreted from a variety of perspectives. Sometimes it will bring positive effects, and sometimes it will just be confusing. .
"If you don't know what to say, why bother speaking, Emperor?" Morse shrugged and whispered. He was indeed here, but his height made him less noticeable.
"I personally designed all the statues in this section." Perturabo simply confessed this point, even though he felt that among the large number of original bodies present, there should be no one who could not feel the subtle differences.
Theoretically, their senses and thinking abilities can help them detect details a hundred times more than ordinary people, and draw conclusions from them.
"Which of the statues do you have a personal opinion about, Lord Marquis?" He emphasized that Coz's title was completely self-proclaimed, thereby hinting at the other race in the shadows that they thought they were in the world. An artistry that has no rival in the galaxy.
Several Primarchs looked at him one after another. Rogal Dorn still faced him with that stubborn cold face, while Vulkan gave him a gentle nod.
The Fire Dragon Lord is the only brother who shows support for him, how sad.
Curze squinted his eyes and looked at one statue after another.
The exhibits in the Sculpture Hall seem to be a manifestation of the development of Perturabo's personal artistic concepts.
Among the more than twenty sculpture works in this row, they show a development from relative roughness to strict fineness and comprehensiveness, and then gradually begin to focus on highlighting key features and emphasizing on the audience. The guidance and emphasis of sight can quickly grasp the overall characteristics of the sculpture and the inherent emotional qualities.
He could almost see the facial expressions of Perturabo when he drew the design drawings in these statues. Before this, he always felt that Petura was the type of artist who restrained his emotional expression.
Koz stopped in front of the statue on the far side and pursed his lips with interest.
He first looked at the front half of the sculpture that broke through the wall and the lifelike, shocked and puzzled expression, then slowly walked around to the back of the statue, facing the lower half of the body stuck on the other side, struggling desperately. Showing a thoughtful look.
"This may be one of your most impressive works, my brother." Curze pinched his chin, "Who is this unfortunate little warrior?"
< br>"The current commander of the second battalion, Eric Anderson." Perturabo said with an intriguing tone, "This is also the first work I carved for the Legion. His story is on the base of the statue. My dear brother."
He paused and added: "I believe Anderson will be extremely proud to be deeply impressed by everyone."
Koz licked his lips. , leaned forward exaggeratedly, glanced at the Gothic language on the base, and read it clearly while surrounded by the Primarchs and the Emperor.
"Half on one side...half on the other side."
(End of Chapter)