Chapter 149 Tom Cat Theory
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The Emperor has arrived.
As the Emperor's Dream slowly entered the Novshendak system, the fleets of the Iron Warriors and World Eaters immediately followed behind the Lord of Mankind's flagship.
Whether it is Angron or Perturabo, whether it is the Iron Warriors or the top leaders of the World Eaters, no matter what conflicts they have with each other, they are all waiting for the Emperor in the most magnificent defense line on the planet. .
In the War Hall, Perturabo's seat now belonged to the Emperor.
When everyone stood in front of the emperor, or distributed around the defense line and looked at the golden light shining in the war hall, they were still immersed in surprise and surprise.
The emperor came so suddenly, no one expected it, no one made preparations in advance.
When everyone realized that the Emperor had arrived, the Emperor was already sitting on the throne in the hall.
The one named Emperor looks down on everyone.
His body was tall and strong, far taller than the original body, but the throne that only fit Perturabo's body perfectly took over his body.
"The war here is over."
The emperor did not speak, but his voice reached everyone's ears.
Angron stood in front of the Emperor, staring at him.
He felt joy and desire from Perturabo, who was bending beside him to salute.
Perturabo longed for the Emperor to praise his achievements and recognize what he had done.
"Well done."
The Emperor said.
"Angron."
"You helped your brother end a war that should not have lasted so long."
"Very good."
Hearing this, Angron tilted his head slightly.
He sensed dissatisfaction in Perturabo.
Angron cast a doubtful look at Qin Xia beside him.
Qin Xia shrugged.
Angron looked at the Emperor, sensing the Emperor.
He thought that the Emperor's failure to praise Perturabo was some kind of suppression, or a king's balancing act to create conflicts between him and Perturabo.
But actually not.
The Emperor had no other ideas and only praised Angron, not Perturabo.
Even the Emperor himself did not think there was anything wrong with this.
Angron frowned.
Qin Xia has no perception ability, but he has the same cognition as Angron.
He knew that the Emperor was not trying to play some balancing act.
The Primarch who got along with the Emperor just couldn't do anything.
Not only should the emperor see it, but also let the emperor hear it. You should also make a fuss and express your dissatisfaction appropriately, and only then can the emperor praise you and give you more benefits.
The Emperor is like Tom Cat soloing many instruments in a hurry.
He doesn't care about all the "instruments". Only when one of the "instruments" should "ring", he will rush over and play.
"The shadow is gone." The emperor suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.
Perturabo became even more angry and dissatisfied.
Because he never left windows in fortresses or battleships, he deliberately left a window through which the emperor could look out, just to make the emperor more comfortable, but the emperor did not have any express.
The Iron Warriors have fought bloody battles with that damn alien race in this galaxy and avenged the humans who were eaten by the alien race, but the Emperor did not even give the Iron Warriors a word of praise.
Perturabo’s fist hardened.
"The psychic shadow was created by the leader of the alien race. We killed it, but we only killed it." Angron said, "The one who has fought hard in this galaxy until now It's the Iron Warriors, it's Perturabo, my fourth brother. Without them, the Twelve Legion would still be fighting on Novshendak One."
Finish this sentence. , Angron noticed that Perturabo was grateful.
But Perturabo glanced at Angron with dissatisfaction and said solemnly: "The Fourth Legion just completed its work, that's all."
Oh, right. The Emperor thought.
He said: "You did a good job, Perturabo."
Perturabo's dissatisfaction disappeared, and he glanced at Angron again, with a slight smile on his face. and gratitude.
This was the first time Angron saw a smile on Perturabo's face that seemed to have "great suffering and deep hatred" written on it.
The emperor stood up and walked to the window, gently raising his hand.
The shadow that obscured psionic perception was long gone, and entire planets and galaxies were sensed by the Emperor and penetrated by the psionic energies he wielded.
The Emperor began to use his psychic powers.
The spiritual energy that seeped into the real universe began to converge on him.
Qin Xia found that his spiritual energy was also being extracted by the emperor, but when he did not want to be extracted, his spiritual energy remained in his body.
The emperor noticed something and turned his head, his golden pupils locked on Qin Xia.
But he didn't say anything, just clenched his fists slightly.
The countless alien insects that remained on Novshandak No. 5 and fell into chaos were ignited from the inside out.
The aliens on the entire planet surrendered to his golden light, kneeling on the ground as if imitating the kneeling posture of humans, screaming and being burned to ashes.
An unnatural wind swept past, and the ashes on the entire planet were swept out of the planet's surface.
"A clear planet." The Emperor turned around, "Without the taint of aliens, it will become a beautiful world waiting for humans to set foot in development."
After saying this, the emperor waved his hand and signaled everyone to leave.
Everyone walked outside, but Angron stood motionless.
Angron was bound by psychic energy, as if his shoulders were held down by the Emperor, standing in the hall.
When Qin Xia wanted to stay with Angron, he realized and stopped and found that he was already outside.
The gates closed with a bang.
"It seems that the Legion is going to get a glory." Kil smiled.
Qin Xia nodded and looked at Perturabo.
The original body of the Fourth Legion is surrounded by his descendants, sitting on the steps, frowning and thinking.
A moment later, Angron came out, holding a book with no title or name in his hand.
“What did he say?” Qin Xia stepped forward to ask.
"He said that the Fourth Legion would set up outposts in this system and then leave, going to the next place where they need to fight a tough battle. The Twelfth Legion also had a mission, and he asked me if I would accept it." Angron said, taking the book in his hand. Pass it to Qin Xia.
“This is for you.”
“He said that he made this book by himself. Nothing is recorded in it, but it can record the user. Released psionic spells."
"Take out this book and turn the pages at will, and he will reveal the psionic spells that are most suitable for the current situation."
Listening to what Angron said, Qin Xia took the book and turned the pages, only to find that there was nothing in it.
And when he released his psychic vision, content appeared on the first page of the book.
The above shows the release and invocation of psychic vision.
"Okay." Qin Xia hung the book on his waist.
“He said he made it himself.” Angron frowned, “But I don’t think so. This book is too simple.”
Qin Xia thought about it and felt that it was really possible that the emperor himself did it.
This book does look simple, but the problem is that the emperor is not a super powerful paper maker.
I guess I just found some paper, bound it by myself, and then made it by myself.
"What task does he want you to accept?" Qin Xia asked.
"Go to a distant place and find a brother." Angron clasped his temples and recalled, "Let's fight there first, and then he will arrive later. If I accept it, but I think this There is nothing unacceptable, and besides, I also want to meet normal brothers, so I agreed.”
"Besides, I also want to meet a normal brother."
When he said this, Perturabo glanced at Angron, then looked away, lowered his head, looking very unhappy .
Qin Xia thought about it.
Retrieve the Primarch...
The Emperor obviously did not say which Primarch he wanted Angron to retrieve, but there was only one answer.
The recovery of the original body is in order.
Angron was the penultimate Primarch to be recovered, and the penultimate Primarch to be recovered was Primarch No. 19.
This primarch was named Corax.
The amniotic fluid capsule of the nineteenth Primarch Corax was launched by Erda like the other Primarchs, and landed in a place in the galaxy called Lysias.
Lesais is a satellite with a group of workers who have been oppressed for generations.
The workers raised Corax.
The name Corax was also given by the locals, just like the other Primarchs.
Thinking of this, Qin Xia speculated that Corax is still planning to lead the workers to resist the managers.
He was a rebel just like Angron now.
There is no doubt that the two of them will have a lot in common.
"Well, I think you should go too." Qin Xia nodded, "Your brother's name is Corax, he is different from Perturabo."
Petura was listening in the distance. Bo glanced sideways at Qin Xia.
Angron nodded: "As long as he is normal."
While Angron was talking to Qin Xia, Kil had already planned a series of things.
Such as gathering, organizing items and returning to the fleet, cleaning up the defense line at the ancient building complex, and leaving it for the Nucerians to come and dig crystals later.
After making the plan, Kil said to the original body: "We need at least half a month to prepare."
"Half a month is nothing, we still have to check whether the dangerous aliens on this planet are dead. It's gone," Angron said.
Kiel realized instantly that his primarch did not particularly trust the Emperor.
The Emperor had killed all the xenos, but the Primarch thought it was time to check again... But since it was the Primarch's idea, he did as he was told.
"Yes." Kil saluted and immediately turned around and left to arrange this series of things.
Angron and Qin Xia also walked towards the aircraft.
The two were talking about other things.
"The fleet has begun loading heavy armored vehicles and gunships."
"We will encounter the men of the First Legion and the Primarch of the First Legion as we sail."< br>
“Those weapons will be delivered to them.”
Angron said.
"Then we should fight our way to where my brother named Corax is."
"If he is in any trouble, I think we should help."< br>
When Angron said that he should help, Qin Xia couldn't agree more.
“This can be regarded as a kind of diplomacy.” Qin Xia said, “When Corax returns, the 19th Legion will become a legion that is good at stealth combat. If we encounter each other in the war in the future, When powerful enemies need to fight together, it will be much easier if they join the battle.”
But Qin Xia has one thing that worries her.
That is the First Legion, and the First Primarch.
That guy named Ryan Al'Jonson is not easy to deal with.
Qin Xia recalled the era when he came to this universe, at the end of the 42nd millennium.
Not only did Guilliman return at that time, but so did Llane.
Qin Xia even met Ryan during the joint operation between the White Scars and the Dark Angels.
Ryan has a full beard and looks very old with white hair.
I do things in a hurry and in a very organized manner.
Sometimes the White Scars make mistakes, but Ryan will not criticize them harshly, but will give them a few words of encouragement.
But in this era, Lion El'Jonson in the 30th millennium is not as normal as he was later.
Now Ryan is a completely irritable old man, a ferocious lion, just like his name - the Lion King.
But after all, Ryan is not as difficult as Perturabo. He is not as naughty as Perturabo. He would even be a very good person if he could get his approval.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to transport vehicles to the First Army, it is necessary and absolutely feasible to do some diplomacy with the First Army.
“It seems I have to teach you how to pet the cat.” Qin Xia said with a smile.
“Pet the cat?” Angron was stunned.
"Felines, lions are also cats." Qin Xia said, "Don't worry, learn slowly on the road."
Hearing the words "on the road" mentioned by his adoptive father, Angron recalled it again What I just heard from the emperor: "It seems that a reporter will be sent to follow us to record our battles and actions."
"War reporter?" Qin Xia said thoughtfully, " No matter who comes, don’t take him seriously, they are just bystanders and recorders.”
“I hope it’s not a weirdo.” Angron spread his hands, “I’m really tired of weirdos. .”
(End of this chapter)