Chapter 382 Exploration
“In the philosopher’s mouth, the highest good is not the goodness of plants, animals, or the great Him, but the goodness pursued by humans. So, first of all, we must ask, what is the goodness of humans? What is it?" - "The Book of Lorgar"
"First of all, I am not there. Secondly, I am not a fortune teller or a prophet - even if I were, look at Conrad's current spirit. If you want to get a glimpse of Ran Dan’s reality from the prophecy, I can only ask Magnus to persuade you to stay away from the psychic prophecy.”
Morse sat on a painted table. On the white wooden chair, he leaned sideways towards the nursery and poured the last few drops of water in the kettle near the roots of a dark blue plant. The plant quietly extended its winding vine-like leaves and tried to wrap them around Morse's hand, but was then skillfully patted off by the craftsman.
Perturabo - the one in the Royal Palace of Terra - looked away from the vines that were more energetic than ordinary plants. After some simple reasoning, the Lord of Iron It can be guessed that on the path of the wind-sinking platform of the sky garden on the top floor of the Terra Palace, at a certain period of time, there was probably a figure of a pale primarch wearing a mask caring for the plants.
After watering the flowers, Morse placed the kettle on the brick ground next to the fence, picked up the quill on the low table again, and wrote some short comments on the parchment.
His parchment documents seemed to be inexhaustible, first they kept disappearing into the void, and then, new documents were taken out by the craftsmen from the air filled with light floral fragrance. All of this was carried out in an orderly manner under his hands. Compared to the busy days of the Imperial Prime Minister, Morse's actions were even considered leisurely.
"I know what you mean, and that's why I invite you to go to Randan and find out." Perturabo said, sitting down opposite Morse. He made the bench look like a single chair.
He can smell the insecticidal ingredients simulated by chemicals in the flower fragrance, as well as the chemical-derived ingredients in Terra's artificial water circulation system. This was one of the reasons why he didn't go to the palace gardens often. Mortals cannot smell these scents, and the Artisan can turn off his olfactory module. Mortarion's nose may indeed have produced some changes in Barbarus' environment, and only he must endure it.
“Have you tasted the benefit of asking for help in the Satrada Abyss?”
"Not entirely. Your ability is better than mine in some aspects, and my pride is not to the extent that I ignore the principle that the most capable people live in the best place." Perturabo replied, "From another perspective, you are too The only person I can contact and consult. "
"Because there are not many people who have the authority to know that an entire expeditionary regiment is missing?" Morse looked up from the parchment and showed a formal smile. .
"And you are the most idle one among them."
"Oh, not exactly," the smile was more real this time, "In fact, I am giving you these big warlords To clean up the mess, you cannot ignore the efforts of the civilian personnel on the rear. You must know that one of your brothers, Corvus Corax, has just stuffed the entire local governing body contracted with the Mechanicus into the prison and sewers, and will remain there. The imperial officials were stuffed into the small boat one by one and launched into the depths of space."
He turned the parchment over and showed Perturabo the official portraits and resume information posted on it: "So I am checking the news one by one. The officials' records must be sent to several clerks who have enough sense and humility, and are full of true passion for the truth of the Empire, and will not be thrown into the universe again by the Crow King's paw, to perform their duties on Chiaval and the Savior. "< br>
"It sounds like the Interior Department is doing some remedial work," Perturabo said.
“You can’t investigate things before they happen. What if so many people are screened out that it affects the normal operation of the empire’s political system?” Morse said sarcastically without hesitation.
This made Perturabo wonder what kind of pained expression the great Imperial Regent would show if Malcador had to face Morse and Konrad Curze at the same time one day.
The craftsman ignored Perturabo's expression and shrugged, "In addition, a little knowledge, just from a personal emotional point of view, Malcador likes Olympia and Ultramar very much. It's like two The mysterious black boxes, without bothering to worry about their inner workings, will regularly and steadily produce armies wrapped in iron sheets to participate in expeditions..."
"So you agreed to go to Randan to have a look, Moore "Thank you," Perturabo concluded.
Morse's unfinished words were choked back in his throat. He stared at the Primarch whom he had witnessed almost the entire growth process, wondering if he had made a mistake in any link, so that the always pragmatic and reliable leader of the Iron Warriors also learned to fight against him.
He tried his best to avoid a smile that could be called a compliment, and said expressionlessly: "I won't ask you where you came to this conclusion. Give me a few minutes and wait for someone to come over. Get the report here. See you later, Perturabo."
Perturabo did not leave. Instead, he continued to sit on his bench with his hands folded between his legs. , leaning forward slightly with his upper body showing hesitation.
"Anything else?"
"This is a personal question," the Iron Lord lowered his voice slightly, "about one of my brothers."
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He hesitated for another thousandth of a second: "I think it's best not to let others, especially himself, know about the following conversation."
"Huh?" Morse raised his eyebrows and asked from his sleeves He took out a few golden runes and threw them around, and the runes quickly blended into the air. No matter whether you use sight, hearing or other sensory methods, you cannot definitely perceive the existence of that barrier, but a mysterious sense of envelopment makes the space where the two people are located and the outside world reach an imperceptible difference.
"Tell me about it." He said with interest.
Perturabo was about to speak when he suddenly noticed a female clerk from the Human Empire appearing among the bushes and saplings. Just outside this divided area, within the reach of mortal eyesight, her steps with a clear path suddenly stopped, and a look of confusion appeared on her face, as if she didn't understand why she came to Shenfeng Platform.
He withdrew his eyes: "I want to confirm one more thing, Morse, you did not grow up in human society, right? You mentioned it before, I think you are serious? ”
"Yes." The craftsman replied, "I don't think this is anything strange. Two of your brothers have similar origins. So?"
Perturabo sighed , "So, I want to ask, how can I determine what Leon El'Jonson is thinking about at ordinary times? Just now, Horus had a small discussion with him about the issue of command authority, Normally, I would think that someone who was deliberately pointing out that Horus was taking over the role of commander would be dissatisfied with Horus, but..."
To describe this accurately and politely is to say something about it. Making a serious challenge to the Lord's vocabulary, he frowned and continued.
"As for the Emperor's eldest son, I am not even sure whether he really understands the underlying logic of Horus's speech - therefore, I want to know, in the process of the Children of the Forest returning to human society, a In the relatively early stages, how similar is his thinking model to that of social humans in general?”
Morse raised the parchment, covered his face for a while, and then put it down. .
"I can't answer this question," he paused, but couldn't help but laugh. "After all, I was still a mortal back then, and Leon El'Jonson was first of all a Primarch. All I can say is, maybe he Smarter and simpler than he appears."
He continued: "Anyway, the only valid piece of information we know now is that Leman Russ cannot be mentioned in front of him, isn't it? It shows that he has a lot of self-esteem."
"Okay," Perturabo thought, having to accept this distressing reality. He could only believe that the tools of war shaped by the Emperor would not be unable to use his strategic mind and tactical planning abilities because he did not understand people's hearts well enough. The Lord of Iron stood up and climbed over the carefully decorated greenhouse and the snow-white walls tended by specialized gardeners. The world shrank beneath his feet.
On the top floor of the palace, looking around, palaces and fortresses complement each other, spiers and arches line up, the Square of Heroes, the Backlight Tower, the Imperial Fortress, the Tower of Heroes... a magnificent world intertwined with gold and silver. All in sight. Rogal Dorn and countless Imperial craftsmen poured their efforts here, creating this crown of light at the top of the world.
This is the sanctuary as seen by the Emperor of Mankind, and the ultimate dream in the hearts of trillions of pilgrims across the galaxy.
Perturabo closed his eyes and said: "See you later, Morse. I will go to the Great Library first for this one."
"Maybe I should "Remind me, Magnus is actually in the cold hall," Morse said, "I'll leave in a moment."
He turned his wrist, took back the runes, raised his voice, and called out before. The poor clerk who was disturbed by the curse and was lost in place: "Lillian Zeiss, I'm over here."
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The decaying dust rushed towards us the moment the door opened, and as the air flow gradually subsided, it floated silently in the air, slowly and silently settling downwards, once again covering the sealed environment with a layer of dense dust. yarn. The bright light of the day was blocked by the glass windows that had not been cleaned, and turned into weak light, which dimly merged with the entire dilapidated hall.
Everything is solidified in a dry, gray and cold atmosphere. Even if the Primarch, a model of the human race, steps into this place, it will be difficult to change the established environmental atmosphere.
Lorgar Aurelion was blind to environmental factors. He walked into the medical room calmly and stopped breathing temporarily to prevent the presence of gas that was not suitable for inhalation and to prevent the terrible smell from being further perceived by the body.
Several autopsy experiments conducted by the Luna Wolves a few months ago have proven that being around dead bodies will not cause sudden rebellion, and there are no abnormalities among the Dark Angels who took the photos. Otherwise, even if they were not mortals, Horus would have repeatedly advised them to come in full armor.
Rows of long-decomposed corpses were covered with stiff white cloths soaked in extravasated fluid, lying on hospital beds. The golden-skinned primarch looked straight for what Perturabo had pointed out in the Vengeful Spirit's strategy room. Although the dead are human in appearance, they are unable to evoke any sympathy, even for a moment, in those who bear the truth.
In fact, it made Aurelion angry to continue thinking about the similarities between these things and humans. These aliens are blaspheming the image given to mankind by the sacred Emperor, tampering with the position and identity that each human being should have had since his birth. He couldn't accept it happening.
He bent down and examined the arm exposed outside the white cloth that Perturabo found abnormal. He supported the founding of the Order of Muristan, and he knew how to diagnose and treat humans, and he also understood the structure of the human body. So he was baffled by what he found.
"I'm sorry, I found nothing unusual," Lorgar straightened up and told Perturabo and Morse politely.
His other two brothers were making strategic arrangements and did not come together. As for Perturabo and Morse, the former was his brother and the latter was the Lord's companion when he walked on earth, and he respected both of them.
"Maybe we are late." Perturabo said, observing the dead body, "The degree of decay of the nervous system has caught up with other parts, but we are only a few hours late."
The Iron Lord turned to look at Morse. Ever since the black-robed craftsman stepped into this place, Lorgar found that Morse had been a little absent-minded. He felt that the other party should have discovered something.
"With all due respect, do you have some kind of miracle, Morse?" Lorgar asked, then added, "May I call you by your name?"
The craftsman nodded slowly, meeting his dark eyes. The golden light flowed down his sleeves like water and disappeared between the folds of the black robe.
He came to the body, squatted down, took out a transparent glass jar and a scalpel from the air, and began to cut tissue from the dead body.
"You may be disappointed, Primarch. I probably can't give an accurate answer." Morse said, "To be honest, when I heard you mention the nervous system, my initial plan It is relatively simple, that is to read their memories directly through the nerves and brain.”
"Don't ask me how or when, but I have completed my attempts in this regard. Unfortunately, I did not read the corresponding memory. Or, I did not read any memory."
A piece of rotting flesh fell into the glass bottle, and he proceeded to cut into the corpse's bones.
"I think this may be the reason why the damage of these organizations is too serious, so I gave up the most convenient method, changed my thinking, and decided to find their souls."
said Here, he stopped temporarily, sealed the lid of the glass jar, and threw the scalpel into the air. Metal blades melted in the air and dripped to the ground.
"It didn't succeed either?" Luojia asked.
"It was successful this time," Morse stood up, reducing the height gap between him and the Primarch, "and it was quite easy - their consciousness remains on these bodies and has not left at all. None of them have No."
"There is no memory in the soul?" Perturabo said, he did not know this knowledge, but he heard Morse's tone and some similar things he had encountered over the years. incident, he speculated that this was not normal.
Morse smiled. "Not only is there no memory, there is nothing there." He said, "There is no will, no emotion. It is simply born to be against the subspace."
"Is this Ran Dan's secret mechanism?" Petula Bo immediately began to think, "To prevent someone from prying into their secrets through dissection?"
"If so, I might seem less surprised." The craftsman said, without immediately explaining.
He made the glass jar in his hand float and spin in the air.
"After that, I used the third method to find the past. Fortunately, I finally got something this time, otherwise I would be embarrassed. Come over here, primarchs. Relax your mind."
(End of this chapter)