Chapter 399 The universe is in tatters
A few people in the next room listened to the conversation next door for a long time with the help of some 'gadgets' installed by Perturabo. After Rilano left and Lamizane started After busying himself with the huge work document that was suddenly sent to him, he finally started to talk aloud.
“You knew this a long time ago?” Malcador looked at Angron.
The latter shrugged.
"Here we go again, Your Excellency the former Regent. You always subconsciously ignore it - even if it is almost never discovered in the most unforgettable era you have ever experienced, you should not forget my The main aspect of talent is to understand the human heart and the perception of the soul. To become an excellent spiritual doctor, the prerequisite is to explore the soul in detail. ”
"Therefore, your attitude and acceptance have been very good from the first time you met him. Not only because of your relationship as a teacher, you have already quietly perceived some of the content." Although it was the content of the question, the former prime minister No questioning tone was used.
"Indeed. Besides, you know, I have had a very good father since I was a child." Angron Petra smoothed his sand-red woolen jersey and answered the question. "He even taught me why I didn't need to resent my genetic father and others."
"He said that the reasons why the 'Emperor' exhibits the characteristics we know about vary from person to person. , because he is the 'Empire', and his perception of the 'Empire' affects his appearance. What do you think?"
"You have to ask me, as a 'heart', what do you think? There is only one answer. I think there is nothing wrong with the concept given by Lamizane. But, if I must say it, due to the darkness of the old night and the previous wars and turmoil, most of the world has degenerated into feudal and feudal society. In the wilderness, slavery or death world, only a few can maintain the same technological level and advanced level after the storm. Therefore, our 'father' was influenced by the feudal and wild world that formed the empire. As a result, while possessing the technology to fly to the star sea, His appearance and way of thinking are often that of the Middle Ages, which is quite reasonable, isn't it? "
"Is this what you 'perceive' from his heart? So you 'pushed' that a little bit before. A veteran of the Emperor's Sons - If the Emperor is the Empire, and the Empire in turn nurtures the Emperor," Malcador stared at the black and white dog's every move, "Then the one between us is more powerful than a human being. What is human-like? ”
Perturabo smiled.
“Something that transcends the boundaries of land, spans time and space, exists forever in human hearts, encompasses all gods, and gives things a new concept. The one you chose was killed by his cousin and has witnessed everything. The youngest son built a new empire on his corpse - your biggest problem is that you did not find the only one among the remaining ones who did not die, but chose the younger son of the murdered person who is more familiar and closer to you - Young sons are always easier to shape, no wonder you think so.”
The resurrected immortal with the appearance of an old man was speechless for a moment, and Angron Petra took a sip of Lamy peacefully. The savory poria milk tea that Zane recently made for him.
"It turned out to be...more serious than I thought at first..." he said with difficulty.
“Oh, you always think too highly of yourself and look down on others, Malcador, as I said, conspiracy is necessary, but conspiracy cannot be used as the main beam of the house. ——I It’s time to go see Lamizane.”
The dog left the room, leaving the brooding Malcador and the leisurely Angron behind.
"I will keep an eye on you." The latter put down the tea cup and stared at the old man in green robe with his bright golden eyes.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” The former regent came back from his meditation and remained calm.
“It doesn’t matter, you and I both know what you are. Although you are indeed indispensable to the establishment of the new dreamland, remember, I will keep an eye on you this time.”
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"Congratulations, you just made a very wonderful sophistry speech." Perturabo entered the office from the side door. "I'm going to applaud you, Lamizane, you're going to scare the poor old Emperor's Son." He was half dead, and his two broken hearts almost stopped beating several times, all thanks to his armored injection first aid and internal pacemaker."
" Sophistry?" Lamizane picked up the table. He took a sip of the warm coffee - he thought of this heated coaster based on the one at Gutera's house -
"Who said I was being sophistical?"
"Why? "The dog's eyes searched for some signs, "Do you really think so?"
"I have more opinions that I haven't told him."
"For example?"
"For example, Malcador actually bears a large part of the responsibility."
"Oh?" "He injected the concept of 'empire' into the person at the beginning. Seed, also tried his best for this, but he was obviously good at how to establish an Ministry of Internal Affairs and Military Intelligence but not how to establish and help establish a great unity... Well, in the end, he did create an 'imperial emperor' '. But obviously, he himself was swallowed up by the 'Empire' and became the hero of the Empire, or the food of the 'Empire', but at least he died relatively clearly."
“That’s true.”
"For another example, those words I just said were not all deceiving him. So you can't call me sophistry."
The dog froze. Then he roared angrily.
"What?! Are you really going to save that hopeless old skeleton?! That kind of thing should be slowly abandoned by the advancing times and rot in the dust of history!"
"But the souls and the people of the empire who believed in him and came to him were indeed innocent. What did they do wrong? To be honest, there are obviously 'righteous people' in this universe—— Because of the existence of those lamentable Astartes and mortals, I feel that we can’t just send a huge flood to bring this place back, okay? These lively, colorful people are trying to survive and have hope. The people are the real doers who saved the universe! Well, although at this point, your genetic father did at least erect an ideal star torch. At any rate, it is indeed useful for a period of time and is better than nothing at all. He is so strong..."
Lami Zane thought again, "Perhaps it is reasonable to sympathize with the 'Emperor', but sympathizing with him is just sympathizing with one person... I sympathize with more people. , billions of people minus one person... I sympathize with the greater number of people. We will save those who can be saved, and we will unite with those who can be united. As long as they are willing to stand on our side, no matter when. It’s not too late…”
"This is weakness..."
The sound of a staff hitting the ground was heard from the door next door. Malcador walked in and asked a question, interrupting Perturabo's roar.
“So you are giving everything a ‘what you see’ concept, which is fine, once some basic concepts are clear it becomes very clear what we are going to do, the fog on the road is gone Spread out, there are no coincidences in this universe, so I will be more cautious in asking my questions - I think my first question today is, what do you think of the Ecclesiarchy and Lorgar Aurelion?"
"Very powerful, both. And there is no doubt that as the state religion grows in the empire, Lorgar Aurelion will become powerful even if he lies there doing nothing. ”
“Because in fact he...”
"Because it's essentially him." The soul carried by Perturabo's body replied, "The process by which the 'Emperor' forced Lorgar and the Word Bearers to surrender in the Perfect City was a very typical example of dissatisfaction with the religious power visible to the naked eye. Their development may threaten the monarchy, so suppress them in advance and take away the right to speak, and then ask the religious power to obey their own actions - otherwise, why would there be a king or emperor in ancient Terra? Fighting for the right to shepherd and all that the sheep themselves have to offer is nothing new."
"As you just said," he shrugged, "I have a lot of concerns here. I have my own views on things, and I will give them a new concept in terms that I can understand. In my eyes, there are dangers here, but I have a different perspective."
"Your will. So - what is Perturabo here for you? "
The sheepdog roared dangerously, Angron stood up and slowly put his hand on the handle of his dagger.
"Technology. The secret of all technology in the entire universe. The Emperor did not need to understand it when he created him. He only had to wait for the son to grow up slowly, and the concepts he gave him would naturally make him the entire universe. The best collection of scientific and technological information in the world... It's a beautiful idea, but how can such a beautiful and powerful wisdom not be coveted? Even an illiterate shepherd can see at a glance the value of Perturabo to any human being. Whoever he falls into will get almost half of the ability to have his wishes come true, which makes him encounter a lot of painful things, because technology was originally created to benefit mankind, and ultimately contribute to the future of peace and happiness for mankind. However, those who get him are only proud of squeezing the development of technology in war."
"But now this kind of thing will never happen again." The person on the other side replied calmly, "Technology can only be in the hands of civilization."
"And, he will always be my favorite Xiao Po Dog."
The two people opposite had complex expressions on their faces at the same time, including "I knew it was like this", "This is okay" and "My brother has simply sacrificed too much."
The person in question just stretched out his hand towards his fluffy black and white dog.
——Touch the soft, warm fur that reached into the palm of my hand.
"That's good. With him here, there is no need to worry. A puppy can always mend a broken universe."
(End of Chapter)