Chapter 402 Short Meeting
“When implementing Xujin barrage shooting and successive concentrated shooting, the assault troops need to keep a safe distance from the bomb explosion point: the assault team must stay 1,000 meters away when traveling on foot, and the transport vehicle must be 700 meters away. Meters, depending on the model, the tank ranges from 400 meters to 600 meters. If a rocket launcher is used, it remains at 2,000 meters and above. "——"Issue 519 Iron Warrior Internal Reference"
Morse is walking into the wanderer. The first moment he entered the church, he frowned and showed an expression of intolerance. At the same time, he cut off the olfactory system in his body to block out the smell of incense that permeated the entire church.
"It does appear that this is your first time here," Perturabo said.
"Oh, can I tolerate the spice here after a few more visits? I don't see that possibility." Morse replied, which made several Word Bearers who were cleaning up the dust in the church She couldn't help but stop what she was doing and looked at him faintly.
Morse turned a blind eye to this. He looked at the other end of the church, where the True Speaker stood silently praying in front of the altar.
After just three years of not seeing each other, Lorgar Aurelion has not changed much - of course, three years is not worth mentioning in terms of the lifespan of a Primarch, but it is enough to make Holland Ruth and his heirs together changed their hairstyle to a nondescript short braid.
For several other Primarchs who met Horus frequently, this gradual change in the Wolf God was easy to adapt to the senses. Unfortunately, this did not prevent Mors from returning to the world yesterday. The first time I saw Horus Luperkar in the Randan war zone, I was attracted by his hairstyle.
"One day you will understand what I smelled in the palace, Morse," Perturabo whispered, recalling the smells he had smelled in the palace of Terra.
Whether it is the smell of nutrients, insecticides and fertilizers in various gardens, the rusty gas during construction and repairs, or the uncomfortable feeling when accompanying Magnus to find the mathematical compass in Mortarion's room The taste of Barbarus was not friendly to the Primarch's sensitive sense of smell.
"Of course," Morse changed the subject, "the incense here is much better than that in many rooms in the Terra Palace. Your brother has quite a personal taste in selecting raw spices."
" I thank you for your compliment, Morse," said the Truespeaker.
Logar Aurelion turned around, his eyes first resting on Perturabo's face, paused, and then turned to Morse to greet the two.
If we must find one difference between him and a few years ago, it is that Aurelion no longer feels so golden, as if the words all over his head are glowing.
The reason for this is also very easy to answer. I am afraid that there was no other church in the entire galaxy that could match the exquisiteness of the decoration. Now, in the original elegant and simple church shrouded in holy light, The layout is even better.
The red carpet on the ground was removed, and more non-utilitarian decorations were removed, instead used to place the remains of warriors, mainly dark metal bone boxes, which will be transferred to the resting place after each round of consecration and purification; The originally extremely bright artificial lighting system has been simplified to pure lighting rather than a ritual system. The entire atmosphere seems to be changing from a church to an underground base of the Trappist Order.
"No acknowledgment is necessary, Primarch," said Morse. "The selection, harvesting and supply of raw materials results in a distinction that is a direct reflection of the political structure of the Imperium."
The Truth-Speaker Smiling slightly at the joke of the Ministry of Interior official in front of him, he walked towards the two visiting people and sat down with them on a row of dark brown benches in the Wanderers' Sanctuary.
After sitting for two seconds, Morse chose to stand up again so that he could be as close to eye level as possible during the conversation with the originals.
"First of all, I do not come in the name of the Emperor," Morse said, "but I do bring some information from the Segmentum Sol."
"Please." Lorgar replied calmly.
"First of all, the Mechanicus has some interest in getting more involved in this war." The craftsman took out a red-edged data pad decorated with gears out of thin air. "Even if you have reported it, Ran Dan is here The style is that flesh and blood come first, and mechanical power is not used.
"So, I checked some of the documents they sent, and gradually suspected that they just wanted to use the recently updated batch of Fort Star robots and yours. Iron hoops to compare combat prowess. "
Lorgar exhaled softly, "They don't respect you enough, Perturabo. ”
“Have those machines been updated? asked Perturabo.
"The stability of the multi-tube hot melt has been re-strengthened, and a new batch of black artillery has been installed. It is worth mentioning that the technical principles of these black artillery are exactly the same as some of the technologies of the Night Ghost King's Court." The craftsman said on the red-edged data board It was not difficult for a psyker like him to obtain more information about the Mechanicum through some unofficial channels.
Perturabo held back for a second, but still couldn't control the question and blurted out: "What did he do again?"
"Obviously, the fine gold market cannot satisfy Conrad. Curze's appetite is gone," Morse said. "I'm not sure if the Blood Marquis knows that his every move is seen by Malcador and the Emperor, but I'm sure he's happy to use these little things as a reward for his stay in Thailand. The conditions that made the palace laugh loudly."
"It's good if he acquiesces to his behavior." Lorgar smiled calmly and quietly observed Morse.
He has always been very curious about this craftsman - what kind of person can become Perturabo's mentor? What experiences and abilities did he rely on to gain His trust and favor?
Does his existence correspond to the records in the scriptures? As His acknowledged old friend, His present messenger, is he one of the saints?
Logar Aurelion imagined Perturabo's childhood: the child grew older, stronger, and wiser. And the grace of God was upon him. He was in the temple, sitting among the teachers, listening and asking questions. All who heard him were astonished at his understanding and his responses. The Son increased in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men. [1]
He recited this ancient record, or prophecy, calmly in his heart, knowing that this must be Perturabo's experience in Olympia. But which of these could Morse be?
"The Emperor listened with great interest, but Malcador and I are not necessarily the same. In short, you must let the Mechanicus - Oh, Horus, it is good to see you again."
Mors raised his head and glanced at the top of Horus Luperkar's head.
After not being seen for a day, Horus seemed to have urgently cut off the temporary hairstyle that had been on his head for three years, quickly returning to his classic image, complementing Lorgar Aurelion's head.
Luperkar sat down next to Lorgar, leaning forward slightly, just like his brothers. "It would be more appropriate for Leon to communicate with the Mechanicum. He is leading the cooperation of the Titan Order."
"Is it because he is the most active Primarch in ground combat?" Morse asked, "Oh, it's not an official question from the Ministry of Interior. Let's chat casually."
Horus tapped his fingers on his knees, "There are some reasons for this," he said solemnly, "They will We need the support of the Titans, and we...will not compete with the Dark Angels."
Morse nodded without asking.
He certainly knew about the quarrel that had broken out between the Wolf God and the Lion. Even if no one was present and leaked the news, he had enough means to understand everything that had happened - such as Perturabo's dictation.
That incident undoubtedly set off waves in the heart of Horus Luperkar. Even when Horus walked in front of others, he would never leave that piece of land under his energy and affinity. Shadows of wandering and reflection are revealed.
Morse held out the red data pad between the three of them, and Horus took it.
"Bring it to Leon El'Jonson when you have time, so that I can get a reply and report to the Sun Star Territory." Morse said.
Horus pretended to flip through the files on the data pad, then handed the device to Perturabo nonchalantly.
Perturabo took the data pad and handed it to a servo robotic arm behind him, letting it get stuck on the side of the forearm of the robotic arm.
"Now, let's talk about the second thing," the craftsman said, "the recent battle situation. I know the number of casualties and the progress of the conquest you reported. The longest battle since the Great Crusade, isn't it? Yours When acquaintances mention you, they will be surprised that an empire that can hold back your four legions actually exists in our galaxy."
Horus tilted his head: "Leon is in the strategy. Some of the decisions above made sense. After we first entered the inner corridor of the sentry post, our advance was too aggressive. After discussion, we slowed down the pace of the war."
"The choice must be made correctly. Otherwise, only the outcome will determine it. If every battle brings you closer to victory, there is value in slowing down." Morse said, deciding to record this paragraph to be reported to him after returning to Terra. In the text provided by the Association of Memoirs. He glanced at Perturabo: "Some people are anxious about your situation, such as Magnus, and some people are particularly concerned about your current situation because their time is approaching."
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"Their time?" Horus didn't know why.
"The first and the last," Morse said, without immediately revealing the answer.
Perturabo immediately thought of the two characters represented by the craftsmen, and there was a hint of understanding on his steely face.
And Lorgar curiously observed the Iron Lord, whom he had always paid attention to, and couldn't help but speculate in his mind about the meaning of this pair of words.
The first and the last? Alpha and Omega? Is his speculation too in-depth, or is this indeed a hint of revelation?
"What concerns you?" asked Perturabo.
"Psionically, of course. I'd like to know how much the mechanical psionic tiara will resist the collective psionic reverberations you mention? I'll need to get more samples and adjust my design accordingly. It has been a long time since I designed psionic armor that adapts to industrial processes."
"My warriors can-"
"Wait a minute, Lorgar Aurelion. Your Word Bearers are immune to reverberation without a crown, they're too fanatical, really."
The Artisan shrugged, leaning back against the back of another row of chairs. Since the seats were sized for the Astartes, he could more easily rest his weight on the tall backs.
Lorgar nodded slowly, expressing a humble satisfaction at the evaluation of his legion.
"As for the Iron Warriors, I think you would prefer a data report rather than a dictation with a limited amount of information," Morse winked. There was no need for them to communicate with each other in the Temple of the Word Bearers, it could all be done on Terra.
"Of course, I will transmit it to you." Perturabo replied tacitly.
“So, is it my turn?” The Shepherd God grinned consciously and leaned slightly to the side affectionately, further reducing the natural intimidation in his posture.
The craftsman crossed his arms across his chest: "Yes, we want to hear about the Luna Wolves, Luperkar. The Emperor asked about you."
Horus did not express his joy at the Emperor's attention as easily as usual. On the contrary, a look of reflection flashed gently in his eyes.
“The mechanical psychic crown is very effective. Although it cannot prevent my warriors from seeing their collective illusion, it provides an observation perspective of the real world, allowing them to stay in fighting condition at all times. Not to be captured by the illusion," Shepherd God said calmly, after a pause, "This is the effect we need, to obtain Ran Dan's information and carry out normal combat."
"Yes. Just use it," the craftsman said, "The information transmission of the Randan alien relies on non-verbal consciousness connection, which itself has a weak influence on the Space Marines who have established a language system early, unless someone has not established a natural native language framework. ”
Speaking of this, he smiled. This theory comes from his personal experience.
Even three years ago, when the entire expedition fleet had not penetrated as far into Randan as it does today, he was able to perceive the scenes and information conveyed in the psychic environment on those planets. This is of course closely related to the sensitivity of his soul, but it is also due to the formal characteristics of Ran Dan’s message itself.
"So what was that pause?" he then asked Horus.
"Some of my warriors said that they...saw warriors of the Second Legion in visions." Horus Luperkar said in a low voice, "A despicable deception by the aliens."
"What exactly?"
"The Second Legion is fighting against any other local creatures. If there are enough of them, they even exist to command. And when we killed the reproduction of the Randan alien, these illusions Showing great pain."
Horus took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, his breath fluctuated.
"That is not a hoax, Horus," Perturabo began. "You know their truthfulness, and you know that for them, the killing of the Randan alien is the end of their duty."
< br>Horus held it in for a few seconds and finally sighed: "You speak too Rogal Dorn, Perturabo."
He continued before anyone could answer: "Some warriors also say, They heard a higher voice, but no one could hear his words clearly."
Morse nodded slightly: "I understand what you mean, Luperkar. I will report you to the emperor. discovery - but I think that if your guess from this phenomenon is correct, you will also know what to do. "Purification." "Relief." br>
The three Primarchs answered at the same time.
“I don’t want to spread any words for him,” Morse nodded. “I don’t know what earth-shattering remarks he would say if he were here. But from the perspective of a non-staff member of the empire, Look, as far as I am concerned, I wish your efforts will bear the fruits you deserve."
The craftsman turned around and looked at the emperor's statue standing in the altar, and his figure gradually disappeared from every corner of the temple. In a ray of light.
Horus stood up from the bench, patted his shoulders, and smoothed his wolfskin cloak.
“He is a competent man.” He said, giving Morse a rare and unexpectedly high rating.
This does not mean that Waldo or Malcador are incompetent in the eyes of the Wolf God, but Morse is the least close to the Emperor among these people and the most friendly to them.
“He and Malcador had disagreements about the Mortal Parliament. Morse did not support Malcador’s idea, and therefore chose to actively participate in the government system of the Human Empire.”
Holland Russ raised his lips, and Lorgar was a little worried: "One day, it will be the human parliament that takes over his kingdom."
"Then let's leave it to that 'one day' , Lorgar." Horus patted Lorgar on the shoulder.
Lorgar thought for a few seconds, then asked Perturabo: "My brother, do you know what identity he had when he accompanied the Emperor on his walks?"
"No one knows," Perturabo replied, raising his hand to pat Lorgar's other shoulder. "When will Johnson come? He missed this short meeting."
(End of Chapter)