Chapter 373 Magnus’s Visit
In Perturabo’s Terra Workshop, due to the price of native natural wood in the Throne World, it is probably among the best in the entire galaxy. The wooden frames of tables and chairs made of wood in Olympia are basically replaced with steel and covered with wood lacquer.
The surrounding paintings are also based on the characteristics of the place, from the blue sky of Olympia, the running waterwheel and the fruit farmers picking olives, to the steel city under the neon lights of the hive at night, the gray sky Factory chimneys filled with black poisonous gas and drainage ditches flowing with high concentrations of chemicals.
The former is mainly oil paintings, while the latter is mostly pencil sketches of the Lord of Iron when he was unhappy. The common feature of the two is that they focus on realism. Obviously, Perturabo often uses the skills of the workshop to The window casts his gaze on his environment.
Morse listened to the sounds in the air: "The sound insulation here is good, I can't hear anything going on below."
"I can hear something that should be inaudible to mortals," Perturabo corrected, rummaging through his desk after desk.
From time to time, he opened a stone statue covered with dust-proof cloth, or removed some layers of parchment, and used the simplest pen and paper to draw the military designs of the most cutting-edge technology of the entire human empire. Pictures, flipping back and forth without caring.
The moment these design drawings were completed, they were already stored in one of the largest and most reliable databases in the world, namely Perturabo's brain.
"What do you think of the Word Bearers?" Morse asked. He didn't find a chair he could make indoors, so he pulled one out of the air.
“What do you think?” Perturabo paused for a moment, “No, I have nothing to say.”
"It doesn't matter, Lord of Iron. Even if you are on Terra, the Emperor will not come thousands of miles away to listen to what you are saying." Morse smiled and made dangerous persuasion.
Perturabo seemed to have found what he needed. He wrapped the thing in a piece of drawing, held it in his hand, and sat down on the iron chair opposite Morse.
“I can see the same pious look on the faces of the mortals of many worlds conquered by the Empire. They believe in a series of self-defeating dogmas, with their own rituals and prayers.
< br>"I do not allow the Iron Warriors to do this. I need my warriors to put their spiritual sustenance on matters that are more reliable and more practical, but I allow vulnerable individuals to seek refuge from religion to obtain what they cannot. Get the power. "
He opened the blueprint, looked at what was inside, and then said: "But the Word Bearers are an army, a legion of Astartes warriors, ordered by the Emperor to unite mankind. own responsibility. They should not indulge themselves in a few scriptures like some people who are still in the early stages of social development. ”
"But the most unfortunate thing is that what they are doing is beneficial to the Crusade from the perspective of the Empire. So the Emperor pinches his nose and tolerates the Word Bearers coming to his throne world to open a charity hospital."
Morse smiled, put his hand on the armrest of the seat, and knocked gently, "Ten minutes ago, I asked Malcador if the emperor knew about this, and reminded Malcador not to Use vague words like 'He doesn't know', or 'He knows everything' to further prove that he is Him."
"The Emperor knows." Perturabo. Sighed.
"Of course," Morse shrugged, "The Word Bearers arrived on Terra two weeks before the Iron Warriors, almost at the same time as Corvus Corax; three days after they entered Terra, Quickly run to each nest to give alms - in a sense, it can be regarded as providing the plundered property to the place where the emperor walks on earth."
"Then there are us, and the Space Wolves and Leon. ·El'Jonson is half a step slower and may be able to come back at about the same time as the Luna Wolf."
"Afterwards, we will meet the Emperor together in the Terran Palace." Perturabo said, recalling the information sent by Terra's ground command. The unknown situation made the Iron Lord feel a rare uneasiness.
"Feeling tired?" Morse asked. "You have just fought a great battle."
"And you have had a few months' leave in Chogoris, Mors." said Perturabo, "steel is not so easily tired. , everything comes first.”
“That’s good, so, I mean, can you wake up Magnus?” Morse changed the subject and pointed at Pei. The packet of paper Turab carried.
Perturabo shook his head slightly helplessly, took the small Magnus out of the scroll and placed it in the palm of his hand.
The moment the Primarch's skin touched the small Magnus, the latter was successfully activated. Yigulu stood up from Perturabo's hand, shook his head in confusion, and his eyes returned to clarity.
Obviously, Magnus has added additional triggering mechanisms to his outer body.
"Hey, Perturabo," Magnus said happily, until he saw Morse, his smile suddenly turned awkward, "And, hi, wizard." "You and Morse. Tarien learned this title?" Morse asked.
"No, hello, Craftsman!" Magnus quickly changed his words regretfully, "From a theoretical logic perspective, a limited period of time together will not make Mortari Ann's numerology and related derivative theories have affected my inherent thinking mode and scientific mathematical methods... No, forget it, Morse..."
"Okay, I just want to know what you plan to hide from me and tell Perturabo face to face." Morse said happily.
"I'm not hiding it from you. I just wanted to introduce my new discovery to Perturabo face to face. I didn't expect you to be here." Magnus jumped from Perturabo's hand. Open, relying on his otherworldly jumping ability, he ran to Perturabo's table. "Give me a piece of paper and a pen."
Perturabo pulled out a pen from a hidden compartment on the side of the table and handed it to Magnus: "The paper is on your right."< br>
Magnus pulled out a blank piece of paper. Thanks to Perturabo's lack of ritual sense of using parchment for everything, most of the papers he uses here are light and thin, suitable for Magnus's body type.
As fast as possible, he drew a figure similar to a geometric array on the paper, and introduced: "You know, I have never understood how Mortarion could use a compass to calculate Tai. Pulling the location of the web portal, not even Conrad Coates' prediction could do this, could it?
"So after that, I tried to use the method in the article Mortarion submitted to me to reproduce his calculations - for this reason, I even published his article in one of our more useful internal conference journals... ..."
"Then, although I don't understand why, I found that his mathematical logic does have merit - only for this calculation of the Webway Gate!"
"You see, this is a shortened version of the Galactic Overview of the Webway Map recorded in the Infernal Map given to us by the Emperor," Magnus said, pointing to the sketch he had drawn.
“It’s impossible to finish the full version, but it’s not necessary. I followed Mortarion’s logic and carried out the distribution of network tunnel nodes in the galaxy...well, I just randomly generated them statistically. Cluster independence, picking out the good data from a large amount of data and discarding the rest to derive statistical significance... Images used in the article. ”
He emphatically tapped the drawing on the table with his pen, tapping hard at several turning points to attract the attention of Perturabo, who had almost no knowledge of psychic powers. "Look, do you feel that this rune... Is it somewhat familiar? "
"Thutmons, your psychic forbidden rune, we used it to tear off a corner of..." said Perturabo, looking at the horse with his own eyes. Gnus drew so many pictures on the walls of the Webway that he could memorize them by rote.
"To be precise, it is the mutual interference of the surreal effect of isolating the inside and outside. That is, let's imagine that after Conrad came back, he was so nagging, and we all knew that the Eldar isolated the Pantheon. Story..." Magnus said, excitement gradually rising on his small face, "If we can activate this rune on a galactic scale..."
"The Emperor will be drained." Morse said. "Maybe it's not enough."
Magnus's expression darkened and he sighed regretfully: "You're right, I just thought about it...Ahem, I'm just saying that I finally figured out Mota How did Lian find the Webway Gate? Because the Terra Webway Gate is at the core of this rune. As long as it is verified according to mathematical rules, it can be easily known that there must be something there. "
"The Webway has millions of passages, maybe more," Morse said. "I believe that any kind of rune can be combined with such a huge basic number."
" Anyway, I got the answer: Yi Zhi, Mortarion just happened to hit this rune, maybe he saw it on the wall of my room and wrote it down..."
"Did you let him into your study?" asked Perturabo.
"The throne is yours, I can't refuse at all! So I don't want to stay on Terra..." Magnus said angrily, "Goodbye, Perturabo!"
said Finally, Magnus' will was withdrawn from the small Magnus and returned to the distant stars.
Perturabo found a shelf and put Magnus on it.
"I guess that's why he--he wasn't found by Mortarion, and why you brought me here." Morse shrugged. "He has been here, not the Palace of Terra. It seems that you and your partners have also begun to create secrets behind my back, Perturabo."
Then, Morse heard a rare laughter. Considering how well the workshop was soundproofed, he believed the chuckle could only have come from one person.
(End of this chapter)