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Chapter 1046 400 Acts: Prelude (7k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1046 400. Interlude: Prelude (7k)

For some reason, Sanguinius felt unusually uneasy.

The emperor has gone away. It is said that he has learned how to cross borders and sent them a message through the center. Although this method has been criticized by many people, this time he at least explained what he was going to do.

The archangel felt that this could be considered an improvement.

At this moment, he was standing in front of a half-carved marble statue, watching Fulgrim carry out his work.

Like him, although the reasons for starting are different, Phoenix is ​​also good at art.

He used to have a unique and natural arrogance in this area. He could make sculptures or paint paintings very quickly and never slow down. But now, he is thinking hard about a little detail.

This was rare, but Sanguinius smiled - don't get me wrong, he was not happy to see Fulgrim's regression in artistic standards.

In fact, in his opinion, this statue was better than all Phoenix's previous works, even if it had not been completed yet. Naturally, there was another reason why he smiled.

"What are you laughing at, brother?"

Fulgrim asked without looking back. His ponytail was swaying behind his head. He was shirtless, which made it easier to work. At this moment, he was staring attentively at some detail of the statue.

"It's nothing, I just think that if you give each of them a statue without telling them, I'm afraid you will be criticized by some people afterwards."

"Are you referring solely to Perturabo?"

"No." Sanguinius shook his head. "Actually, I think that although he won't show how happy he is, he should cherish this gift. I think the person who blames you will be Rogge."

Phoenix sighed and turned around, put the carving hammer aside, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. The white stone powder left a wet mark on his forehead, which looked like something

Like paint.

"Yeah, Rogal Dorn - I can still picture his reaction and expression."

Fulgrim pursed his lips, and then laughed.

"He will probably ask me why I want to carve the statue at this time, and then spend ten minutes telling me that although the Emperor's Children are currently short of manpower, they must maintain their honor. Speaking of which, do you know?"

"what do you know?"

"He wanted to mobilize a Behemoth-class ship for me, and also suggested that I name this ship the Emperor's Pride." Fulgrim smiled and shook his head. "It's really crazy."

Sanguinius also laughed dumbly, but after laughing, his expression became a little complicated.

This feeling of caring about each other and missing each other

He let out a long sigh: "I just hope that we can quickly complete the deployment of the galaxy."

"Shortage of manpower is a flaw after all, Sanguinius. Although the construction of the array network can allow our orders to arrive in real time, it will take less than two weeks to complete the mobilization of all Astartes."

Fulgrim rubbed his eyebrows, and there was another mark on his face.

The smile on Phoenix's face disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "To be honest, I'm glad now that I don't have Robert's talent. He not only has to mobilize his legions and sub-legions, but also has to find ways to average all military forces.

The earth was scattered throughout the galaxy."

"This also explains why his progress in magic is so slow."

Sanguinius' unexpected joke made Phoenix smile again. No matter what the emotions in their hearts were, they were at least relatively relaxed at the moment, and some people couldn't even have this kind of relaxation.

You can tell who it is without me saying anything else.

Rogal Dorn frowned and put down the personal terminal in his hand.

He has now moved to a larger room, which is like a small library. Of course, this move is not for the pursuit of beauty, but simply because the room he originally lived in can no longer put down the papers he collected.

Just quality materials.

Because of this incident, he was also lectured by Leon El'Jonson. The latter's argument was not just looking for trouble. In fact, the Lion's tone at the time was even moderate.

"Do you really need so many paper materials and parchment rolls to process things and read materials, Rogge? Isn't data exchange on a personal terminal much more efficient than rummaging through paper materials?"

Donn knew that his brother was right, but he also had his own insistence. At a time when data processing has become so convenient, paper materials are still irreplaceable.

He stood up and said to the air with a serious command tone that he was not aware of: "Sixth bookshelf, row 13, take all the documents about the military power of the solar system from there."

As soon as he finished speaking, ripples appeared in the air, and rolls of information flew over and were placed in categories on his terrifyingly large desk.

He applied to the Center for a separate Pattern Extension, which was engraved in his room, to assist him in processing the data. Of course, Dorn was not as good at processing data as Robert Guilliman, but he was better at other things.

In other words, he is better at war.

"Bang, bang."

While he was thinking, someone knocked on the door regularly. Donne said without raising his head: "Come in."

The door slid open, the golden double-headed eagle separated, and what came into the room was an extremely tall giant with a friendly smile on his dark face, although the red eyes made the smile somewhat scary.

However, Donne didn't care.

He had already figured out who it was through the corner of his eye and the tremors on the floor when the other person walked.

He raised his head, nodded steadily, and greeted: "Vulkan."

"Roger - I'm sorry, I came very suddenly." The Fire Dragon Lord smiled and spread his hands. "I hope I didn't disturb your work."

"you have not."

Donn tried to smile, but failed. He could only keep his expression expressionless regretfully: "I'm just checking for gaps and making sure our actions are flawless - then, why did you come to me?"

"That's it"

The Fire Dragon Lord spoke slowly: "I can't help you and Robert in these aspects."

He pointed to the information placed on the desk.

"But my father gave us different talents when he created us. I am good at casting, Roger - if you allow me, I will say that I am a good blacksmith."

Donn was almost amused by Vulkan's horribly self-effacing statement. He gripped the edge of the table with both hands to suppress this feeling. Then he said: "I don't think any of us can compare with you."

Compete in this regard.”

Facing his praise, the Fire Dragon Lord scratched his cheek, then turned sideways and coughed. Two Salamander Astartes walked in pushing a huge cart covered with thick cloth.

.

After making the aquila salute, they turned around and left without hesitation. Dorn didn't even have time to express his gratitude to them.

Donn raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is this?"

"This is my help." Vulkan replied, and then pulled off the thick cloth. In an instant, the smoothness flashed, and Dorn's eyes were immediately attracted to the weapon lying on the cart, and even

I even held my breath.

What appeared before him was a true masterpiece.

With a proud smile, Vulkan raised the weapon and waved it gently, and a frightening cold light bloomed in the air.

Dorn used many weapons, the most famous of which was the Stormfang, a huge chainsword with which he killed many people and many damn things.

The weapon that Vulkan raised now was completely different from them.

It is not a power sword. Dorn did not see a button to activate the decomposition stance on the blade or the sword's seamless, natural-like hilt. But it is not a chain sword either. The blade is straight and sharp, without any single-molecule saw blade.

trace.

The tip of the sword is extremely sharp, and the lines extend downward, becoming wider and wider as it gets closer to the hilt. The sword grid is deliberately made into two eagle wings, and there is a weighted ball engraved with the Imperial Fist crest at the end of the hilt.

Vulkan flattened the sword, raised his left hand, gently placed two fingers at a distance in front of the sword grid, and then released his right hand holding the sword. The sword immediately stopped on both sides of his left hand.

on one finger.

Donn couldn't help but admire: "Perfect balance"

"You should try it, brother. I have found a certain balance between your height and arm length. This sword will definitely make you unable to put it down."

As Vulkan spoke, he handed the sword tip inward to Dorn. The moment he held it, a warmth spread from the hilt to the palm of his hand, and from the palm to Dorn's heart.

Nushi was silent for a moment, and then continued to speak, but the first sentence was not a direct thank you: "Please tell me that I am not the only one who has this honor."

Vulkan was startled for a moment, and then immediately understood what Dorn meant. He burst out laughing, and the original body's laughter made the ceiling of the room tremble: "Of course I have prepared a handful for all of you.

arms!"

Dorn breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the sword. He didn't know what raw materials Vulcan used to make this sword, but he always felt that it seemed to have its own consciousness.

"Magic-grained steel." Vulkan said seriously, as if he could know what Dorn was thinking.

"With the raw materials provided by the center, I even need the help of magic to melt the steel and shape it. These steels cannot be changed by any mortal flames. In fact, Rogge. It can even cut open the shield with one blow.

A land-based Titan with a shield.”

"Does it have a name?" Dorn asked softly, staring at the reflection of his own eyes on the sword.

"Of course I won't name it."

"As a caster, you have this right."

"But you are the user." Vulcan smiled slightly. "Name it, brother, it is also waiting for its own name."

After a long time, Dorn nodded slowly.

"good."

He whispered: "I'll call it—"

——

"——Steel."

Perturabo said expressionlessly. A warhammer was leaning against his chair.

The hammer itself is surprisingly thick, there are no carvings on it as decoration, and the handle does not consider ergonomics. In fact, it is quite the opposite.

Its handle is made of twisted and rotating steel, and the end is extremely sharp. Just looking at it makes your eyes hurt.

Conrad Coates groaned, his original posture with his legs crossed and his face propped up casually changed.

He put down his hand, looked at the warhammer with great interest, and then said: "Don't you think such a simple weapon should have a more sinister name?"

"It is my weapon." Perturabo replied coldly. "If you think my naming style does not suit your personality, then you can hold it back."

Coze laughed dumbly: "I really don't understand your naming style. Although it is very recognizable, don't you think Dorn will laugh at you?"

"Then let him laugh, he won't be any better than me." Perturabo's voice was still very cold. "But you, Konrad Coze, you came to me just to ask about weapons.

His name?"

"if not?"

The Lord of the Night smiled and spread his hands, and even made a serious and bitter expression: "Is it possible that I came to you to complain? Stop making trouble, Perturabo, I have nothing to say to you."

"Humph, each other, don't think that I have the time to listen to your complaints."

The Lord of Steel snorted coldly. "Then you go to Corvus Corax or Mortarion. They should be happy to listen to your complaints."

"Forget it." Curze yawned. "I know you're jealous that I have friends, Perturabo, but um."

He stopped the conversation abruptly, his eyebrows furrowed, and the pair of dark eyes on his pale face seemed extremely quiet at the moment. Perturabo stared at them, and an adjective flashed through his mind.

Dead silence.

The Lord of Steel suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed his shoulders and shook him: "Conrad Curze!"

After several powerful shakes, Cozz finally woke up. With a confused and distressed smile, he glanced at Perturabo's right hand: "Do you mind letting go, brother?"

The Lord of Steel let go of his hand and asked with a serious face: "Don't call me brother, I'm not familiar with you. What happened just now? Is your talent back?"

"First of all, you are really petty."

Cozz raised a finger: "And, I prefer to call that thing a curse. Secondly, I now have a controllable version of the gift of precognition, so there has never been such a thing as 'coming back', it has never been

You have never left me, you just hide it occasionally."

Perturabo frowned: "I don't care about these things, tell me, what did you just see?"

"This is it"

With a smile that was almost troubled, Coze shook his head. He stood up and was enveloped in darkness in an instant. He only left one sentence for Perturabo: "Come to the conference room to meet me.

."

The Lord of Steel stood up angrily, his hand already touching the warhammer he named Steel - this damn stalker! Relying on his ability to come and go freely in the dark, he thought he could come and go when he wanted.

How amazing are you?!

Thinking of this, Perturabo simply picked up the war hammer. He opened the door to his room, started walking on the deserted first bridge, and went straight to the conference room.

He originally thought that he would be the first person to arrive besides Coz, but he didn't expect that two people would be faster than him.

Horus Luperkar and Robert Guilliman. The former touched the top of his head in confusion and remained silent while looking at a report spread out in front of him.

The latter was slumped in the chair with a pale face and refused to move. There was a glass of dark unknown liquid in front of him, exuding a strange and strong fragrance.

"What is that?" asked Perturabo, who was carrying the war hammer.

".A soothing tea to soothe the spirit. Robert needs it very much. But, Perturabo, why do you want-"

"——I want to beat up Konrad Curze." Perturabo replied coldly. "He came to disturb me inexplicably, and then left inexplicably. I am very dissatisfied with it."

"Um"

Horus smiled bitterly and raised his hands: "But, this is a conference room, Perturabo, you can't come in with weapons, even if it was done by Vulkan."

The Lord of Steel frowned suddenly: "How do you know this was done by Vulkan?"

"Because he did it for us all." Guilliman rubbed his brows and said feebly. "Hey, did Curze tell you some specious riddles?"

Perturabo silently put down the warhammer he was carrying. He found his seat, sat down sullenly, crossed his arms, and then began to answer Robert Guilliman's questions.

"It's almost the same." The Lord of Steel's face looked more like a robot than a robot at this moment. "He acted very strangely."

Guilliman nodded, sat up straight, picked up the cup of soothing tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp - of course he was so weak at the moment not just because he was dealing with government affairs, but also because he believed Magnus's words.

.

Late the night before yesterday, Magnus ran to the Ultramarines station and knocked on his door. Under the silent but strange gazes of the victorious soldiers, he danced and told Guilliman that he had found a possible way to cross the border.

"Maybe we can help dad!"

The energy and hope that Magnus had when he said these words impressed Guilliman, and made him decide to listen to Magnus' words and give it a try.

And such an attempt directly caused him to be unconscious for precious eight and a half hours yesterday. Magnus was even worse. He only woke up this morning. The sequelae of excessive overdraft of psychic energy made him even have to lie in the medical cabin to recover.

.

"That's the kind of person he is. Don't take it too seriously, Perturabo."

Guilliman softened Perturabo's expression with a word that seemed like comfort, and the person who walked into the room next made his improved expression immediately fall again.

You can know who it is without me having to tell you.

"Good day." Roger Dorn nodded towards them. "Did Conrad inform you?"

"No, it was Sanguinius who sent a message asking me to come here." Horus replied. "But Robert and Perturabo should have been informed by Conrad."

Guilliman nodded and sighed: "Although this is more efficient, I still hope he won't suddenly poke his head out of my ceiling again. He can obviously let the center notify us."

Dorn did not answer this sentence. His eyes were attracted by the warhammer Perturabo was leaning against the table. Noticing his eyes, the Lord of Steel squinted and held the handle of the warhammer with his right hand.

.

"This is the conference room." Dorn spoke first, standing straight and with a serious face. "You should not bring weapons in - even Leon El'Jonson agreed with this sentence."

"I'm not him." Perturabo replied with a sneer. "I wouldn't agree with you either."

Donn nodded.

"Then, I will order you as a Guard of Terra to take that weapon out of the conference room. Since the Vengeance is currently located next to Terra, my order and title are still valid. Do you comply?"

Perturabo's cheek twitched, and he growled: "If you can't say anything, you will use your power to suppress others?! I don't follow your so-called orders, and I am still a traitor!"

Horus closed his eyes and slapped his forehead painfully.

He sighed and said: "Although my father and the captain are not here, but, Perturabo, if you choose to use this kind of rhetoric again to argue with Rogge, I will have to take some measures that you will not like too much."

"He was the one who provoked me first!"

Even with his eyes closed, Horus could feel the look in Perturabo's eyes, but he didn't open his eyes.

The Shepherd God closed his eyes and replied: "Strictly speaking, that is not a provocation. It is reasonable for Perturabo Dorn to ask you to take weapons out of the conference room. We all agreed on this. Weapons should not be carried in the conference room."

.”

"However, we can make an exception today." Dorn said. "Considering what we may face next, it is acceptable to carry weapons. After all, we will use them soon."

Horus opened his eyes and glanced at Rogal Dorn in disbelief. Robert Guilliman on the side even doubted whether he heard correctly. As for Perturabo.

He stood up with a sneer: "Breaking the rules you set with your own hands? It's really disappointing. I won't bother you to make this exception for me, Rogal Dorn. I will put the steel back now."

"Steel?"

Perturabo picked up the warhammer and raised his chin proudly: "What's its name?"

"Based on your taste, it's already a very good name." Donne replied calmly.

At the same time, multiple footsteps were heard in the corridor.

——

Perpetua broke off a piece of grass. It did not exist originally. A few minutes ago, it was just one of the energies floating in the endless sea of ​​stars. At this moment, it took the form of real grass and gently touched it in the fingers of the goddess of creation.

Swaying.

She stared at it for a while, and then released her fingers. The blowing wind carried it away, and the mage turned her head, her eyes following the grass blowing in the wind. But at this moment, Perpetua's voice

sounded from behind him.

"I want to see your memory." She said. Although there was the word "thinking" in this sentence, there was not much meaning in her tone.

He Shenyan smiled mockingly, still looking at the grass: "You don't have to ask me."

"It's called politeness, isn't it? It's a necessity in human conversation etiquette."

"You are not human."

"So, are you, mage?"

The three-meter-tall goddess smiled and bent down, holding his shoulders.

The gesture that was supposed to be ambiguous turned out to be devoid of any romance due to the extreme pain that followed. The mage closed his eyes and gritted his teeth - Perpetua was 'absorbing' his memory, and there was no tenderness in this action.

, she can, but she doesn't want to.

In other words, this is her little revenge.

"I have nothing to do with you," the mage said slowly. "And no matter what you want to do, you won't succeed."

"Well."

Perpetua whispered thoughtfully: "I looked at your memory last time, mage, but I didn't look carefully enough. I obviously missed some details, and it was those details that supported you to this day. So.

I want to find them and remember them"

She said softly and lowly in the mage's ear: "Just bear with it for a while, okay? You will be proud when I create a new world where everyone has such willpower."

The mage didn't speak, just silent.

The goddess laughed.

"You seem to be cursing me in your mind - okay, mage, I'll allow it for now."

She smiled and clenched her hands, and more pain followed.

Memory is one of the evidences of human existence. Everyone has existed in the memory of others. The images are different and the meanings they represent are also different. Love, hate, passerby.

It is memory that forms the basis of human existence.

Now, He Shenyan could feel that something was searching repeatedly in his soul and memory. The pain caused made him not want to speak, but all of this made him want to sigh.

The last time she met Perpetua, she implanted a false memory into him. A god who can create the world cares so much about other people's memories.

You are a complete failure. He Shenyan thought.

"Maybe, Gem."

Perpetua's voice rang in his heart, and she changed back to the ghost name.

"I will not deny my failure. As the mother of all things, I was betrayed by my own creation. There may be no more failed mother than me in the endless sea of ​​stars, but I will find the reason."

You shouldn't look for it in me.

"No, you don't understand yet, Gems. They rebelled, and my failure is not my problem, but stems from their inferior nature."

"I have traveled through the endless sea of ​​stars, and I have never seen any world as crazy in nature as the ones I created. Everyone seems to be able to fall into the evil side at any time, and then kill each other."

"Problems that could lead to the destruction of the world are commonplace for them. I once thought that I was negligent when creating them. But later, I realized that it was not just one world like this, but all of them."

"Mage, didn't you destroy the failed materials when the experiment failed?"

The subjects of my experiments are mindless monsters, dead things without life, and constructed creatures shaped by magic - not humans, there have never been humans.

"ha"

Perpetua chuckled: "I have to admit that I have begun to envy your perseverance. But do you know what they did to the three local gods?"

"Before we officially begin, I can remind you, Mage. The technology provided by the tree man to the eternal heaven is not just as simple as reversing the godhead."

He Shenyan's face suddenly sank.

There is another 3k chapter to make up for yesterday’s.

(End of chapter)