Chapter 347 A kind-hearted person who is easily misunderstood
Sir Kaduru Malcador, who was just mentioned by Lamizane, is in his own private office, dealing with the problems caused by his momentary absence. Paperwork has begun to pile up.
Of course they have more than one forging world, one agricultural world, one cold half-dead world and two royal charter shops on both sides of the Maw. Monitoring reports on fleet logistics, transportation deployment, system import and export, taxation, and demographics were not piled up on the desk of the legendary regent in just half a day.
Obviously, just like what he used to do in the past, Malcador still has some small ideas of his own after work. He needs to recruit some agents to implement them, and at the same time, he also needs to retrieve some of the things that have already been done in the past. Forgotten or lost fortresses and strongholds in the turmoil of war and time.
After working for about six cups of tea, I rearranged a few nails to be inserted into the Qing Palace of Calixis Lord Marius Hax (note 1), and targeted several people who might be incited to rebel. After the Inquisitor of the Conclave of Calixis re-evaluated, and by the way settled the logistics and import and export situation for the next quarter between the world they currently control, the roaming port, and the landing port, he began to browse the Royal Licensed Store. related content.
Well, just as he expected, their revenue is now stable and upward, and they continue to maintain a healthy curve of continuous growth, which is very good. Maybe they can include those special new products in the next release plan immediately. Oh, wait, Did he forget something? Malcador frowned slightly.
Forget it, the things he can forget must not be that important. Let's wait until he thinks about it sooner or later.
And the other side.
Mr. Lamizane Carosini, who was lying comfortably on the sofa and was seriously thinking about borrowing the Desert Ark's kitchen to make a midnight snack tonight, received an internal communication.
He glanced at the sender, who was from Sir Kadu Er.
Oh, maybe the old man remembered that he had promised him some time to tell him something about the big library on the Iron Blood? He is really interested in the content of the books in it, but if someone has already worked in it and sorted it out and probably knows how to swim in the ocean of knowledge conveniently and quickly, then listen to his opinion first or get his work information. It will be very beneficial.
The fourth original body lazily opened the compressed package by moving the focus of his eyes.
Huh? Want to ask the inventor's opinion on something? Regarding the expansion of the business scope of specialty stores, they need to build a greater reputation and establish business confidence in a short period of time...
Oh, isn’t this very simple? Since it is business to the empire, then first eliminate non-imperial people and The Iron Hearts are so busy that they can't leave alone due to lack of manpower. What's left is...
It's just a trivial matter. This is so common in my place. Let's just do it for him. With this thought in mind, Lamizane began to log in to Magna's main port from the personal terminal in his power armor.
"Magna? Are you there? I have a small thing I want to ask you to do. Can you bring the Black Templars here?" He typed out a line of words and waited for the other party's response.
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Magna Dorn is walking past, surrounded by his black heirs who are high-spirited, full of sacrifice and dedication, and full of endless power. Corridors of the Desert Ark.
He was actually a little overwhelmed - because he just wanted to quickly meet up with the returning Lamizane, oh, and his teacher, although Perturabo had a bad temper and was quick to charge at him. Roaring, very impatient, and even taking away Magna's vocal organs or turning off his phone when he is unhappy - only putting it on when he is asked to coax him with his true voice -
But Perturabo has a truly soft heart and is hopeful that there are still good things in the world. He will curse his sometimes unreasonable demands while doing the best for him, such as the one he is using now. It is an unparalleled golden self-discipline machine; it will also silently and carefully check every robot or system that Magna needs to log in, inch by inch, line by line.
There was also the time when the demon that sneaked in was killed by Magna. He ran to find Perturabo in a panic and was scolded and locked up for several days. When he woke up again, the entire Iron-Blooded ship turned against Asia. Space measures were rearranged, but Perturabo refused to make any comment about his bloodshot eyes, only upgrading Magna's security protocols yet again. In short, Magna's eyepiece turned a pleasant light green, and he was convinced that his teacher was just a kind and sensitive person who was easily misunderstood, and was not willing to express his grievances, dissatisfaction, and other things! Others haven't been around Perturabo that long and close enough to appreciate how good he is.
When he thought about seeing the two people he loved very much here next, his steps became a little brisker.
The Black Templars who accompanied the "Primarch" were obviously dissatisfied with the exotic style of Nuceria and Bot, which was very different from the decoration with a strong national religion style that they liked - but Bear with it.
Because they were inspired by the glorious divine vision, everything they encountered from the beginning in Wandering Port will be a test of their devout faith. Suffering is the only way for them to successfully redeem themselves, which also includes clear The revelation, of course, is that the first thing is not to go against the will of the father of the gene, and then it is absolutely not allowed to attack anyone and anything you see without permission, and finally, you have to solve problems for the mentor and close friends of the father of the gene - even though he is stuck in the car. In Loeb's discussion with Geratos, this may represent those unusual Chaos Daemons who actually found and desecrated their father's relics.
Yes, unusual.
They did not fail to notice that all the crew members and equipment in this place looked normal. There was neither the common deformation mutation of chaos corruption nor the destruction of the Imperial Sky Eagle and its replacement with an eight-pointed star that was randomly painted on. There are signs that everything is normal, except that their sacred original body was turned into an alien, used as a follower, had his voice taken away, and made into a servitor - this is the most convincing and biggest blasphemy and abnormality! ! ! !
But Lord Kaleb and Priest Geratos were still worried about whether this unprecedented expeditionary force composed of all Emperor Champions could successfully complete the goals given by the God Emperor - they Is everyone really qualified to take on such an important responsibility?
When they saw the iron ring soldiers guarding Perturabo and Lamizane again outside their offices, most of their doubts had disappeared: the robots began to shine faintly in their field of vision. .
This kind of light is an important feature of the change in vision after becoming the Emperor's Champion in the chapter's narrative: the more important the target is to the God-Emperor's purpose, the brighter the light will be. This is how the Emperor's Champion finds the cause he needs to die for in the chaos and vastness of the battlefield, and launches divine vengeance against it.
As the office door opened, their now innocent and childish father couldn't wait to walk in first, and the Black Templar Emperor Champions were shocked by what they saw.
Behind the desk sat the strange silver-skull Dreadnought they had seen when they first boarded the ship. The light of the God-Emperor's guidance on it was so strong that Brother Atreus could hardly control himself from drawing his sword. impulse.
But when they turned their attention to the figure of holy Donne, he walked over happily, hugged him intimately and saluted each other.
Fortress Lord Caleb, Priest Geratos, and all the Black Templars felt for a moment that they understood the meaning of the honor bestowed upon them by the God Emperor and the weight of the test they would have to undergo.
Although the light that lit up on the man was as dazzling as the sun, he appeared in the room like a burning star in the eyes of the Emperor's Champions. When they looked directly at such strong and straightforward evil, The eyes may even be stung to the point of tears.
But no Black Templar monk with great training and deep inheritance would admit his mistake.
That was the Armor of Origin, the special terminator armor of the Iron Warriors Primarch, and the Demon Lord who was wearing it was caressing their father (?) like a pet or a slave. It can only be: Perturabo.
Everything immediately had a reasonable explanation.
The Daemon Primarch Perturabo!
Holy Donne’s brothers and eternal enemies from thousands of years ago!
He's back!
(End of this chapter)