Chapter 151 Reciprocate Gifts
“Ha, Ningba Monster.”
Qin Xia chuckled and looked sideways at Angron, as if he was ready to watch a good show.
Angron took a breath and prepared to shout a word to Perturabo.
But when he saw Dantioch and all 60,000 men of the Twelve Legions present, the words he was about to blurt out were swallowed back.
That very direct sentence, which would directly expose the Lord of Steel and make him unable to step down, was swallowed, and was replaced by a less direct invitation.
"Wait a moment, Perturabo." Angron called.
Perturabo still walked forward and continued to pass by, only tilting his head slightly backward.
"The weapons you modified for me are very useful. They are much more powerful than before." Angron said.
This is the truth.
After the Emperor left, Angron tested his two modified weapons.
Each tooth of the chain ax has a disintegrating force field, and is even implanted with a current generator, allowing it to be used as a long-range weapon that can release lightning in an emergency.
As for the heavy machine gun, it was modified to fire explosive bombs and the rate of fire was faster.
And the device under the heavy machine gun can release plasma and spray electric current.
Angron was certain that Perturabo must have amazing attainments in weapons research. He used pure technological means to make weapons have multiple functions.
Obviously, the Lord of Steel is not only a naughty master of defensive positional warfare, but also a very naughty weapons master.
Anyway, Angron felt he had to thank Perturabo for the weapon.
"One code equals one code, at least I have to thank you for this." Angron shouted.
Perturabo continued to walk forward, without looking back, he just raised his hand and shook it twice.
“……”
"..."
Seeing Perturabo's reaction, Angron and Qin Xia looked at each other, both of them speechless.
In the end, Angron could only call in a commanding tone: "Come and take a photo with me! Perturabo! Come here!"
Perturabo still did not respond and continued to move forward. Walk.
Dantioch turned back and spread his hands. His original body didn't stop, and he couldn't stop either.
"It doesn't matter, you can just go, let's go." Angron retracted his gaze, "In the worst case, I will ask this mechanical monk to synthesize a photo. In the synthesized photo, you will kneel on the ground, and I will sit with my father. On your back!"
"This is meaningless! What's the point of doing this!"
Perturabo turned around and rushed towards him as if he was seeking revenge! Angron.
Angron took Perturabo's hand and pressed him beside him.
The Quadrant's head turns towards the two primarchs.
"Come together." Qin Xia waved to Dantioch who had followed Perturabo back. "When you get into a hard battle in the future and recall that there is a powerful psyker in the Twelve Legions, you can look at the photos. Maybe I will open a portal to help."
Dantioch stood beside Perturabo in silence and whispered: "That would be great."
Qin Xia stood beside Angron.
Angron held down the struggling Perturabo.
Dantioch stood beside the Lord of Steel with his hands behind his back.
As Quadrant thought, this scene was recorded forever.
"Are you satisfied?" Perturabo pushed Angron away, turned around and led Dantioch back the way he came.
“You don’t want the photo anymore?” Angron asked.
Perturabo said nothing, just walked.
Dantioch realized that he would be separated from everyone in the Twelve Legions next, so he stopped and turned around to salute Angron.
This salute is both a farewell and an apology.
Then Dantioch was grabbed by the head and turned back by Perturabo, and was taken away.
"Actually, I fulfilled his wish." Angron said to Qin Xia, "He wanted to take a photo with me."
"I can tell." Qin Xia nodded, thinking After thinking about it, he added, "But I thought you would ignore him and just let him pretend to be passing by and walk all the way to the North Pole."
"He is too complicated, just like the Emperor, the Empire, what we are doing Things are just as complicated.”
Angron frowned and said in thought.
“They are not all good people, and the undertakings they carry out do not only bring benefits, but also bring many disadvantages. As you said, father, this Great Expedition is an opportunity for the human race, and it is likely to This is the last chance."
"So I will agree to the Great Crusade."
"And the Primarch...people like me, people like Perturabo, we. With greater ability, we can do more. We can help ordinary people seize the last chance of the entire race. Our existence is valuable and necessary.”
“But we give every member of the human race something different. Do we ordinary people only bring benefits? "
"..."
Angron fell into silence as he spoke.
As a person who can sense the emotions of others, he hopes that every creature in this universe is black and white.
Good people are good people. They have positive emotions, and their negative emotions are just pain and struggle.
Bad people are bad people, so bad that every emotion is foul-smelling and corrupt.
But Angron knew very well that this was just a delusion and extravagant hope of his.
The universe does not work according to his ideas, he is not a god.
Even the words good guy and bad guy are subjective.
"Human is a multivariate complex variable function." Qin Xia stared at Angron and said slowly, "At least part of this function is completely transparent to you, and there is no need to perform complex calculations and searches. Yes, this is worthy of satisfaction."
Angron nodded: "Full of scientific philosophy."
Both of them were silent for a second, and then the original body suddenly frowned and said with a serious expression: "It seems that in the future, I should add time dedicated to learning to speak to my time schedule. Otherwise, in terms of speaking, I will only learn from you. I'm afraid it will embarrass you if you rely on exclamations like bullshit."
Qin Xia smiled and shook his head: "That's not the case, but I do have to teach you something about words, otherwise it will happen in the future. If you meet a sharp-tongued brother of yours and you have a conflict, it will be embarrassing if you are scolded by him and can't even reply."
"It doesn't matter, I have top foreign aid."
“Tsk...that’s true.”
……
Flagship of the Iron Warriors Legion.
Iron Blood.
Perturabo stood on the flight deck connected to the outside world wearing power armor.
Overhead are the stars. There are steel plates under the feet.
Perturabo stared at the fleet as it receded into space.
After picking up the Space Marines, the Twelve Legion fleet sailed to Mandeville Point.
Perturabo withdrew his gaze, pressed the button, and followed the deck through the airlock chamber and returned to the ship.
The entire flagship did not have even half a porthole. The Lord of Steel wanted to see the movements of the Twelve Legion fleets, so he could only run outside to take a look.
It wasn’t until the fleet of the Twelve Legions left that Perturabo returned to the flagship, walked through the corridor, and took a vehicle that quickly rushed to a place in the huge battleship before returning to his home in the flagship. 's office.
The floodgates open.
The Lord of Steel walked into the room and glanced at the wall.
If there was a porthole there, he could sit in a chair and look at the stars outside, instead of having to run to the flight deck and look out.
But this idea was dismissed as soon as it emerged.
Because the Lord of Steel believes that portholes are weaknesses, his flagship should not have weaknesses.
Perturabo sat in his chair, doing nothing but thinking.
Suddenly frost began to spread on the table, and then a square iron box suddenly appeared on the table.
“Witchcraft?” Perturabo raised his right eyebrow slightly and subconsciously reached out to touch the iron box.
A psychic light was projected on the iron box, and then the light formed a figure in front of the table.
Perturabo frowned because he saw that the figure was Qin Xia.
"This is a gift." Qin Xia paced in the office with her hands behind her back. "But don't worry, I didn't teleport to your battleship. I'm just a low-function afterimage."
Perturabo stared at Qin Xia's psychic afterimage.
“The Twelve Legions came to the Novshendak system to assist you in fighting, but you caused trouble for us and made trouble for nothing.” Qin Xia said, “Do you admit it?”
“ No." Perturabo responded coldly.
"Okay, the gift self-destruction program is activated." Qin Xia snapped her fingers, and the frost began to swallow the iron box.
Perturabo watched as the iron box was slowly devoured until a corner of the iron box dissipated, revealing a corner of the photo stored inside.
"I admit it." Perturabo suddenly said, "I don't want to cause trouble for you. I just want to give Angron a show of strength and let him know who is leading the battle of Novshendak No. 5. Who is it?"
The afterimage of Qin Xia stopped and asked: "The first time you fought with Angron, was it your fault?"
"Yes. Labo nodded, "I even think it's my own fault. There is no doubt that I messed up the matter."
The afterimage of Qin Xia nodded with satisfaction and asked: "See you next time Will you cause trouble again? Can you be more honest when you see Angron again?"
Perturabo was silent.
The iron box suddenly continued to disappear.
"Yes." Perturabo nodded muffledly.
Perturabo glared at the afterimage angrily, but the anger on his face slowly dissipated, replaced by a sly smile: "So what if I admit it? What can you do as an afterimage? ?”
“You can’t do anything, but some things must be explained clearly,” Qin Xia said, “Even if it’s just unilaterally explained, even if the other party in the matter doesn’t know about it at all. , I have to explain it!”
Peturabo remained silent and calm, and quietly reached out to the iron box and tried to open the cover, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the cover could not be opened.
"The last question." Qin Xia raised her index finger, "What do you think of Angron?"
Hearing this question, Perturabo fell into deep thought. Because this is a question that he has always been thinking about and curious about.
Although Angron didn't know what Perturabo was thinking when he was not in front of him, Perturabo himself knew it.
Perturabo felt that he was becoming too strange.
If Angron had been replaced by someone else, or any brother, even the Emperor, Perturabo would not have felt that what he had experienced was enough to make him feel strange.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't have thought about it for so long.
Won’t be eager to take a photo.
Won't be threatened by a wizard with a ridiculous photo, let alone admitting to being wrong.
But Perturabo was not stupid. When he pondered deeply, the answer that had been hidden in his heart emerged.
The answer is that Angron is too special.
His damn ability is so unreasonable.
Perturabo thought this way.
But he had to admit that he needed the help of that ability. No matter how he said it, he admitted it in his heart.
A gloomy person, who has been struggling with dissatisfaction until now, suddenly appears and can divert all the negative emotions that torment him...
Even though Perturabo felt like his steel was rusting every time Angron used that ability, he felt that he needed the relief and comfort that that ability brought.
"Angron is a unique person." Perturabo said with difficulty, "I regret causing trouble to him. I hope that next time we meet, he will not hate me or alienate me, even if I do So many hateful things happened.”
“You are thinking of beauty.”
Qin Xia’s afterimage suddenly disappeared, and a crack appeared on the wall.
On one side of the rift is the Iron Blood and on the other side is the Resolute Determination.
Qin Xia and Angron stood on the other side of the rift.
Perturabo felt a buzzing in his head.
"The fact that I took a photo with you because you modified a weapon for me doesn't mean that I don't think you are a weirdo or that you are a nice person. Of course not." Angron said, "We will do it right away. If you want to sail in subspace, I will avoid you next time.”
The rift suddenly appeared and disappeared.
Perturabo was at a loss for a moment, then reached out and took out the photo from the iron box.
That was the photo taken on the Novshendak 5.
The Lord of Steel is not even sure whether the afterimage, cracks, etc. he just saw are real, or an illusion he saw.
He decided not to think about it so much for the time being, took out the photo, and opened the cabinet hidden in the wall.
In the cabinet are some handicrafts.
Perturabo took out a palm-sized castle and placed it on the table.
After placing the photo from above the castle and lifting the gate, the content of the photo will be displayed in this exquisite photo frame.
Perturabo reached out and pinched the handle on the city gate and pulled the gate down, and the photo was hidden. He lifted the city gate again, put it down again, and lifted it back and forth several times.
Finally, the castle-shaped photo frame was placed on the table, but the city gate was lowered to block the photos inside.
(End of this chapter)