Emperor's Bane

Chapter 33 Conclusion
"Can you explain what is happening before us, my brother Magnus?"

"One mistake, Perturabo, that's all."

"The mortal you trust the most is experiencing pain. Even in the chaos of Li Xingxing, she has never been so embarrassed, and you only plan to use the word [mistake] to skip this point?"

Magnus was silent for a moment, as if he was considering how to answer.

In the end, he spoke, but the words were a completely different cold analysis from before.

"There are three flaws in your words, my brother, I will point them out separately."

"First of all, you are right. Morgan is indeed one of the most important mortals in my legion. I value her second only to my heirs, so please don't use this tone of accountability, Petula Bo, I am also anxious, and I am also concerned about her situation."

"Secondly, don't use your personal perspective to look at all the problems. My brother, Morgan is a high-level advisor to the No.15 Corps (accent). How did she perform on Dawn Star and what did she encounter? More clearly, in that dead world, she has encountered some worse situations and problems, and she is not as fragile as you think, Perturabo, she is a strong, determined, and trustworthy warrior. "

"In the end, none of us wanted to do something like this. Maybe there is a reason for me, but I definitely did not stand idly by. My brother, I took Morgan and my unfortunate children deep into the vast ocean. I I personally found the solution to each of their soul plights, and I guarantee that each of them has been completely healed, whether it is my son or Morgan, I have witnessed the restoration of their souls."

The Primarch was talking, while his son stood aside, bewildered, even horrified, by what had been an all-too-bizarre sight.

Atawa stayed there. He witnessed how Morgan fell into a vortex of pain and struggle in a sudden coma, and he also listened to the quarrel and debate between the two Primarchs for this, and even with Ahtawa Even with Stat's superhuman thinking, he couldn't keep up with the quick logic between the words of the two emperor's children.

This was originally just an ordinary negotiation, two Primarchs, one Astartes, one mortal advisor, that's all, there was not even a Iron Warrior among the people present, because they were all busy with the Israeli camp Live-fire drills for the unit.

Perturabo has personally selected a group of heirs as representatives of the legion he sent to the front line of Randan, as a facade to demonstrate the capabilities of the Lord of Steel and the Fourth Legion, while the remaining sons of Perturabo have to rely on themselves The strength to compete for the only remaining places: Although the prize is so dangerous, every son of Perturabo still uses all his strength to compete for the victory, hoping to win the favor of the father of genes. A spectacle.

But Atawa has no time and energy to feel all this, because his thoughts have been occupied by his genetic father's weird speech, and he doesn't understand why Magnus has to speak in such a posture and tone His remarks, in his impression, the Lord of Prospero has never been a figure like a chapter catalog or a walkie-talkie. He prefers to speak with emotion and philosophical short sentences instead of listing ruthless regulations.

But soon, this doubt dissipated, because the Thousand Sons Warrior saw a miraculous scene: along with Magnus' words, the anger of the Iron Lord was extinguished visibly with the naked eye.

Perturabo lowered his head slightly, and his flames of anger were obviously gradually lowered by Magnus's analysis one by one, even when Lord Prospero's words echoed in the room, Lord of Steel's A serious listening attitude began to appear on the face.

Obviously, this kind of rational debate rather than fierce quarrel made Perturabo feel calmer.

Magnus wasn't an idiot, maybe he didn't have enough experience before, but now, he knew, or finally remembered, how to talk to his brother.

But even so, this still couldn't make Perturabo give up his doubts.

"Don't evade the problem, Magnus, after all, we must pay more attention to reality than words. The reality now is that your so-called rescue has not done what it should: when the patient leaves the ward, his safety and health are still at risk. Physicians need to be responsible for the cause."

"Maybe it's just a relapse of an old injury, you know, Perturabo, when we fill up a chasm, there will always be tiny pebbles and dust falling out, it may be nothing to us and our children , but it’s still too heavy for mortals.”

"Then why do you have to choose your way? Magnus, have you ever thought that for mortals, or anything in the world, your psychic power is not a magic weapon that can be tried and tested, it is only applicable In that narrow realm familiar to you and your children."

started again.

Facing his brother's doubts, all the Lord of Prospero could do was sigh in his mind.

Perturabo always thought that he was a calm and rational person, he would neither interfere with others too much, nor would he criticize anything in the world because of his own ideas. In his knowledge and impression, he never bothered to do so.

This is probably the most beautiful, and at the same time, the most terrible self-misunderstanding in the world.

Magnus was silent for a while, until the uneasy atmosphere accumulated too much in the room, and it even made it difficult for Atava to breathe.

"This is my solution, Perturabo. If you think it is not good enough, then what you have to do is not to simply oppose it, but to come up with a better, or at least equivalent, solution. I know you're talented enough to figure it out, my brother."

This sentence was like a provocation, but Perturabo laughed. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to prove it, but it was at this time that three pairs of ears heard Morgan's whispering awakening at the same time. .

What happened next was hilarious.

Atava is the one who sees everything clearly. He stands at the very edge of this small conference room and can clearly see the movements of the two Primarchs: Magnus was obviously startled by this sudden awakening. , He quietly moved away a little, as if he was a little afraid of how much his remarks just now were heard.

His own genetic father seems to be hesitating, showing a kind of timid mentality unique to scholars who are unwilling to take the primary responsibility and focus of contradictions.

This kind of thoughts flashed in Atawa's heart, and he forcefully erased him. He thought that his father could not be such a layman.

But Perturabo's reaction was even more interesting. Atawa witnessed the strange performance of the Iron Lord: when he found that Morgan was gradually waking up, Perturabo's slightly ferocious face suddenly appeared because of the debate. It froze, and the smile that was about to appear on his face stayed on his face for a short time, forming a somewhat scary and somewhat funny expression. This face was fleeting. When Morgan opened his eyes, the steel The face of the Lord has returned to His indifference and indifference.

Atava could see Perturabo's lips slightly opening and closing, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he chose to step back a little, and handed over the identity of the first questioner to Magnus .

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So, when Morgan's consciousness was fully awake, what she saw were two Primarchs and an Astartes standing at the edge of the room at the same time.

As if she was some terrible monster.

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Magnus waited patiently for a moment, until his consciousness could perceive that the silver-haired mortal lady in front of him had completely organized his thoughts, and the Primarch took a slow step forward.

"How's it going?"

Magnus asked.

"Did my treatment accidentally hurt some part of your soul kingdom, or some unknown area? I can check again, please tell the truth, Consultant Morgan, there is no need to worry."

Morgan shook his head.

【No, it’s just a simple power out of control. Even though it’s been ten days, I still haven’t fully digested and sorted out the healing power you gave me. It occasionally rages in my brain for a while——I’m laughing at you ,Your Mightiness. 】

Magnus listened carefully, and then he showed a gentle smile, and the primarch's crimson skin wrinkled, like a volcanic lava layer being swirled.

But Magnus's happiness didn't last long, when the cold voice of his brother came from behind.

"She should undergo an examination, Magnus, an examination with real medical equipment and a rigorous scientific attitude, and then use a psychiatrist and specialized methods to ascertain the real mental state and measure whether a long-term drug is needed Treatment or rest, instead of relying on the purest self-judgment to determine whether you are healthy or not like now, the body and mind of mortals will deceive themselves... including your children, they are the same."

The last sentence seems to have been added temporarily.

Morgan thought so.

But when her eyes shifted to Perturabo following these words, she found that the Lord of Steel seemed to be raising his head on purpose, and did not choose to look at her, his eyes were scattered spread out, as if the words just now were nothing more than casual accusations.

Such words did not make Morgan react. Instead, Magnus raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at his brother.

"I will do this, Perturabo. If necessary, I will indeed do this. The subsidiary departments of the Thousand Sons Legion have a complete medical system, and no one needs to worry about this."

Perturabo laughed. He leaned his body back against the wall and focused his eyes on his brother again, like a rhetorician who is sure of winning.

"With the attitude of you and your heirs, I have reason to doubt this, my brother Magnus, you are too dependent on this magic of unknown origin, I even doubt that you have really paid attention to the medical team you have , Have you really tested their abilities with emergencies instead of leaving everything to the subspace?"

Perturabo's words were quick and sharp, but soon, he realized that he seemed to have said too much, the Lord of Steel opened his mouth, and then simply turned his head to the other side.

Morgan could see that Magnus's expression became a bit complicated: Lord Prospero's lips outlined a helpless and slightly bitter smile, but his eyebrows were almost offended by his brother. He wrinkled deeply at the sex speech.

Morgan glanced at Magnus, and then cast her gaze back on Perturabo: When her gaze just arrived, she seemed to feel that she had some contact with the Iron Lord's gaze , but when she blinked her eyes to confirm, she found that Perturabo's head was facing away from her.

Atawa watched the Lord of Steel secretly look at his brother and that mortal, and then quickly withdrew his gaze after being discovered. The Thousand Sons moved his neck unnaturally, and only hoped that Perturabo really Forgot my own existence.

At this moment, Magnus spoke and inadvertently saved his son.

"Oh, of course you can question the professionalism of my Prosperians, my brother, I will not be offended by that, after all, advice always needs to be respected, no matter what it says What."

"Then, Perturabo, my brother, maybe I can count on your strength? Maybe you have good enough medical personnel in your legion to help my mortal advisors, and even my heirs?"

Accompanied by these words, Perturabo turned his head back as if condescending. He first glanced at Morgan expressionlessly, and then immediately cast his gaze on Magnus.

"Your sons don't seem to need my help, Magnus. They have always relied too much on your guidance and strength. Obviously, you are enough in their hearts to make the wisest soldier choose to be stupid, enough to make the wisest soldier choose to be stupid. Seasoned officers choose to follow blindly."

Magnus smiled, as if he didn't hear Perturabo's soft sarcasm, he was already familiar with how to get along with the Lord of Steel, and he took this kind of words as the most common and purest compliment.

Perturabo's compliments were rare.

"What about Morgan? I'm sure you're not stingy with your strength, are you, Perturabo?"

As soon as this remark came out, Atawa looked at his genetic father with some horror, and then he found that Magnus looked at his brother with a kind of magical mentality, as if he was determined to learn from his own father. The steely brother finds some joy to make up for himself.

Afterwards, he saw Perturabo turn around and walk in front of Magnus with heavy steps. The Lord of Steel's eyes moved to Morgan, but he was still unwilling to meet her eyes. Then , Perturabo looked at his brother.

"Do you remember our conversation just now, brother?"

"Which sentence do you mean?"

"Your first argument, Magnus, of course you remember it, don't you?"

"Of course, I can even repeat it again: Morgan is an important part of my legion, she is enough to be valued and respected by me, and she is enough to be a proud and trusted part of the legion."

"Then take it all seriously!"

Perturabo's voice suddenly rose high, making his words seem like a roar, rushing back and forth in the small conference room like a whirlwind.

"Take your power seriously, Magnus! Consider carefully the possibility of her loss and hurt! Don't see this as an idle gamble that can be settled with jokes and bantering gestures!"

"She can add to your career, add to your victory, and that's power to be valued - yes, valued! I think you know what that means! Put down your attitude, it will destroy you !"

Perturabo's anger echoed in the room, and it was obvious that this moody great general fell into some sudden feeling of anger.

And when he finished venting his brief anger, Perturabo couldn't help but briefly glanced at everyone present, and then he turned around and left in a hurry.

It wasn't until the sound of Perturabo's iron boots stomping on the floor gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor that Magnus seemed to react. The smile of Lord Prospero was still stiff on his face, and he stretched out his hand for himself and Morgan each poured a glass of wine and drank slowly.

"He used to be like that."

When the liquor gradually bottomed out, Magnus suddenly opened his mouth and said these words.

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The Iron Lord is gone, but the dialogue between the primarch and mortals continues.

"Do you know Ran Dan?"

Magnus greeted his poor heir Atava to take his seat, turned his head and looked at Morgan.

[Just a few words. 】

"Just a few words... very good evaluation, our knowledge of this enemy is just a few words, just like most of the species in this galaxy, we have completely wiped them out before we fully understand them gone."

"But Ran Dan is different, it is more difficult to deal with, it is a small trouble, the First Legion even lost the Queen of Glory in the war with it, and now, they are back, the war will not stop , it will only burn more violently."

"The Fifth Legion and the No.19 Legion have sent out calls for help more than once, and my legion is also in the support queue. I need to send some people. This will be a dangerous mission, very... dangerous."

"I won't go around the bush, Ms. Morgan, I hope you can join the special detachment of the Thousand Sons Legion and go to the front line to fight Ran Dan as one of the legion's representatives. I will give you the status of a liaison officer, which is a more biased A command post, not a front-line position."

"You can refuse, this is human nature, I would rather hear your real thoughts than false promises."

After the Primarch finished his appeal, he fell silent, waiting for Morgan's reply.

Magnus showed his patience as he watched Morgan slowly savor the liquor, sip after sip, glass after glass...

Until she finally spoke.

【Why me? In terms of utilitarianism and practical needs, this kind of battlefield is more suitable for the Astartes, and even for the function of communication, Astartes fighters who have received special training can play it best. 】

"That's right."

Magnus leaned on his arm, and didn't seem to want to delve into this question too closely. He frowned, a little entangled in the next words.

"I do have a few more outstanding heirs, but with all due respect, Ms. Morgan, I have a deep sense of uneasiness. My instinct is telling me not to let some of my heirs get too far away from me, maybe Something not very good happened."

Magnus spoke quite sincerely, but his eyes were loose and wandering, completely immersed in his own world, and did not look more closely at the mortal advisor in front of him: if he did, the Primarch You will find a strange light flashing in Morgan's eyes.

Morgan fell silent, and after a while, he chose to speak with difficulty.

[So, who do I need to cooperate with? 】

"Ariman."

There was pride in Magnus' voice.

"He is one of my most outstanding sons. You have had cooperation and friendship with him. I believe in your cooperation."

"You know, the Thousand Sons Legion is still in a relatively weak stage, so I can't mobilize a large army to help my brother, I will only send 100 people, you will not be involved in the front line as a pure fighting team In the vortex, what you have to do is to serve as advisors and timely auxiliary forces, and use the magic of psionic power to provide help to different troops."

"Ahriman will take care of all this as the captain, and your duty is to follow and know the will of the command as the liaison officer of the legion, and ensure that the latest information can be conveyed to Ahriman. I believe that your ability is enough Do it all."

As he spoke, a medal was placed in the center of the table by the Primarch, and Morgan looked at it for a while before accepting it.

Magnus smiled more sincerely.

"If you need anything, you can..."

The Primarch wanted to say something else, but a dull voice interrupted him, and Perturabo appeared again, holding a stack of thick documents in his hand, holding his head high, as if Everything just now does not exist.

"The selection of my legion personnel has been completed."

The voice of the Lord of Steel was like two pieces of real steel grinding against each other.

"The first batch of reinforcements, ten special detachments, each detachment has 500 people, equipped with three times the amount of firepower."

"Exactly, I'm done too."

Magnus smiled and faced his brother, as if he had forgotten everything just now.

"I'm not as rich as you, Perturabo. I can only send 100 people. Ahriman will lead the team, and Ms. Morgan will serve as the team's assistant officer."

Morgan could feel that Perturabo was looking at her like a torch, but when she raised her head, the Iron Lord's gaze quickly left, leaving only Magnus' laughter and doubts.

"So, you're sending 5000 people?"

"……Do not."

"Five thousand and thirty people."

"They can assist each other with your detachment."

Perturabo said so, and then took out a copy from his own file, and forcefully stuffed it into the list of personnel he had just classified.

Magnus took a look.

"Thirty pharmacists?"

Perturabo closed his eyes, snorted coldly, and then did not speak.

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