Chapter 345 Father and Son

"What a good reason."

"It's also a very innovative idea."

"But unfortunately, reasons like this and thinking like this cannot convince me."

"Harkless."

The heavy sound coming from a Primarch was like Jupiter's thunder falling from Mount Olympus, causing the people to panic: and with this simple denial, the onyx and gold staff struck lightly. Touching the ground is enough to make an Astartes warrior tremble.

The Primarch took in the scene and fear before him, and the most savage joy flashed through his mind. He was a born apex predator, his majesty was defended, and his own The roar can shake the mountains and forests and bring happiness.

This kind of instinctive happiness is quick, real, and stubborn: even King Prospero, who claims to be a compassionate father, even if he is known for his unparalleled [wisdom] and [civilization]. The established Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion could not get rid of this beastly thought in his bones.

He didn't want to get rid of it, after all, he didn't think it was a big deal.

He is Magnus.

Innate arrogance occupied the mind and heart of the Primarch. In the cheers of this storm, the Scarlet King raised his hand and towards the descendants kneeling in front of him, completed the ruthless sentence from him.

"Harkless, or Sergeant Afit, of course I can call you that."

The red Magnus used his one eye to scan the several heirs kneeling in front of him, and then focused his gaze on the leader who looked a little helpless: The Scarlet King remembers this heir, he knows this general There is always an ambition and color in the eyes of Spero-born warriors that exceeds that of most Thousand Sons scholars.

Harkless deserves to be admired.

Thinking of this, the Primarch couldn't help but laugh and let his breath become gentler: Magnus loves every Thousand Sons warrior, and he remembers everyone equally and remembers them. With their respective knowledge and ambitions, what kind of waves are caused in the sea of ​​souls.

The smile from the father of genes was like the warm morning light hanging in the sky, which instantly calmed the uneasiness of everyone in the room. Even the leader of these soldiers, Sergeant Afit Harkless, had already He dared to raise his head, and with great courage, looked into the eyes and spoke with his genetic father, Prospero and the savior of the Thousand Sons.

"Yes, sir, of course you can call me that: ever since you swore in front of every Prospero to take up the responsibility of guarding this world, and fulfilled your promise step by step, as a Prospero, my name and all that I am are yours."

The Primarch curled his lips: he could feel this respect from millions of Prosperos, but it was the admiration from his Thousand Sons warriors that benefited him most.

"There is no need to be so serious, my child: except for endless knowledge and exploration, nothing in this world is qualified to possess your noble soul. In the face of knowledge, we are all equal. I am just a slightly better gifted person." Just a forerunner."

The Scarlet King's laughter echoed in this room filled with runes, braziers and treasured books. Only the wind from the coast of Tizca cheered it: Harkless lowered his head again, trying hard to suppress it. The tears in his pupils were suppressed, because the love and humility from the father of genes had left this scholar who had experienced no less than ten wars with emotions and sobs from the depths of his soul.

It wasn't just him: behind Harkless's trembling body, those like-minded comrades with him: Kalifu, Nibophil and other visitors were all moved by the great mercy from the father of genes. .

But it was precisely this feeling of flattery that made Harkless firm up his thoughts: He did not follow Magnus's verdict and give up his point of view. Instead, with renewed courage, he looked at his father. , ready to give it a try again.

After all, Harkless firmly believed that the research discovery he was reporting now would be enough to benefit the entire Thousand Sons Legion, and even the entire human empire. As a result, his father would become the greatest of the Emperor's children.

Such a great future is enough for Harkless to fight for: Although he has been opposed by the Primarch, and although his speech again falls into the category of disobedience, this heroic non-commissioned officer firmly believes that everything he does now is It is correct, it is the only torch lit in the endless night.

For his father's sake: he must resist his father.

From this perspective, Harkless is truly the proud son of Magnus.

"Yes, Father, just as you have always taught us before: we are warriors of the Thousand Sons and scholars of the empire. Our greatest mission is not to succumb to fear, ignorance and ignorance. This is when we step into these Know ourselves as the traps that the elements of sin prepare for us.”

"And I have always kept in mind these words you said, father. I have been working hard to explore the edge areas you demarcated, heading towards those unknown distances: this is very dangerous, but it is also worth it. Although I am in the long journey Time can only go around in circles in vain, but thanks to your blessing, I still grasp the glimmer of light that can illuminate the road ahead."

"Now, I guide this light in front of you: I cannot be sure whether my research on it is correct, but I can guarantee the infinite value it contains. Based on the discoveries of me and my partners, Thousand Sons The legion can even give birth to a sixth school of thought, and the city of Tizca can also build a sixth great pyramid."

"All this is just a thought of yours, father: I beg you, once again use your profound wisdom and knowledge to think about the results of our research."

Magnus frowned, and he stopped smiling: Harkless kneeling in front of the Primarch was so pious and sincere that his voice was even dyed red with blood, which made the Scarlet King in a trance. I thought of some memories.

Magnus remembered: when he accompanied the Lord of Mankind to meet the Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion, the way the Lord of Colchis looked at the Emperor was reflected in the Harkless before him. , actually has a vivid replica.

"..."

Frankly, it's a real treat.

King Prospero's patience increased a lot because of this: Magnus decided to say a few more words to let his poor heir understand where he was wrong.

"Harkless, my son, Captain of the Ninety-ninth Circle of my Ninth Brotherhood."

Magnus sat on the chair by the window. He stretched out his hand and used his spiritual energy to help his descendants up. The long red hair of the original gene was illuminated by Prospero's light. Shining and even looking a little wild, one of his hands rested on the armrest, while the other hand rarely held a force field curved sword: he used this method to maintain this The seriousness of the conversation.

"Now let's review everything: At the beginning, this was just propaganda carried out by you and your like-minded partners in the legion. You once told Amon and Forsis about your views. But they are not more interested in it because your theory lacks complete logic."

"After all, you have been promoting that you have discovered intelligent creatures in the depths of subspace, and have established communication and exchanges with them, and even want to turn them into entities and summon them into the real universe: this is indeed a huge and It is a novel subject, but from another perspective, this subject is too dangerous and too advanced, unlike the current five major schools, which have lower thresholds and mature systems."

"So, you're not supported."

"You missed something, sir: Although Lord Amon did not fully support our views, he still contributed his own strength. Without his help, we would not be able to stand by your side and offer you our support." Report the results of our research.”

"..."

The Primarch glanced at his confident offspring, feeling a little helpless.

Harkless is definitely a smart man with great talent, but why is he so confused at this point: Anyone with a discerning eye can see Amon's impatience. This former teacher of the Primarch is obviously motivated by Some kind of annoying mentality wants Magnus, who keeps his word, to come forward and completely extinguish these so-called [Sixth School Illusions].

However, although among the ten sentences Amon said, there were five nonsense sentences and four vague objections, but Harkless just remembered the etiquette encouragement of that sentence and took it upon himself to put it into practice. Encouragement is regarded as Amon's support for the Sixth School's plan.

In this regard, Harkless was slow and confident: not at all like a descendant of Magnus.

The Primarch cursed in his heart, but did not continue to dwell on this topic.

"Okay: for the past dozen Terran Standard years, you have been insisting on perfecting your doctrine, but there are always some loopholes, until the psionic codex written by my blood relative, Lord of Avalon Morgan , it was introduced into Prospero and the Thousand Sons Legion, and you found the last piece of the puzzle in your own theory."

"Yes, Father."

Harkless's eyes sparkled.

"Although the "Psychic Codex" written by Mr. Morgan is appallingly inferior from an academic point of view and attitude towards knowledge: she simply tells some subspace knowledge that even children can understand, and uses the most conservative Gesture draws a passage through the sea of ​​souls, but in another realm the book does have its own unique use."

"It uses the most popular language and the most effective narration to delineate the most prudent routes in those subspaces: that is to say, as long as we follow the contents of this book and operate in reverse, we can complete those truly profound things. The knowledge and skills can even allow every psyker to master such technology."

The Primarch nodded.

"So, after studying this "Psychic Power Code", you came to me excitedly: Do you think that the appearance of this book makes up for the high threshold of your subject? Any psyker can just follow the book's instructions. Content, and by performing reverse operations, can you communicate with those subspace intelligent creatures you mentioned?"

"Yes! My lord!"

Harkless nodded heavily.

"Although I can't fully deduce all of this yet, I can guarantee that this is an extremely bright road. I think even Mr. Morgan would never have written this "Psychic Code" when he wrote it. To think that her books would be part of such great research.”

"..."

Magnus raised his eyebrows. He wanted to laugh, but he had to suppress this too obvious ridicule in order to maintain the self-esteem of the Thousand Sons warriors in front of him: After all, they are all pioneers who are brave enough to explore. Although their Exploration is reckless and silly, but that’s no reason to be laughed at.

The Primarch decided to be brief and to the point.

"You got one thing wrong: Harkless."

Magnus waved his hand, and his voice became serious amidst the astonishment of the Thousand Sons, filled with the supreme authority brought by scholarship and wisdom.

"The biggest mistake you made was to underestimate Morgan, underestimate my blood relatives, and underestimate the wisdom of a Primarch."

Having said this, King Prospero showed a proud smile.

"Do you think the "Psychic Codex" is a very simple book?"

"On the contrary, my child: Such low-threshold books that seem to be simple popular science often contain amazing technical content. I can even say that, looking at the entire galaxy, only I, the Emperor, and Morgan can write it. Publish a book like this.”

"Yes, the content in the "Psychic Codex" is the most basic, so boring that I can't even read it, but I can still see: Morgan used the narrative of this book to draw a path in the subspace. A path that anyone can take, this path is made up of countless experiences and wisdom, and it is not simple.”

"Do you think you can realize your dream by simply walking in the opposite direction of this road? No, the sea of ​​souls is a swamp containing infinite possibilities. If you move in the opposite direction of the road, you are walking in the opposite direction. If you don't find another mirror version of the road, you will only fall into the swamp of ignorance."

"Let me make it clear: Unless it is a person like me, no one can obtain more things in the subspace by reversely using the "Psychic Code", let alone summon those intelligent creatures. "

"If you don't believe this, Harkless, I have plenty of time now. I can accompany you to study the "Psychic Code" in reverse according to what you said: you will see, my child, You will find that it is not a ready-made road, but countless areas that are cut into small parts and have no connection with each other.”

"After all, my blood relative's original intention was to spread psychic power within the Imperium by keeping ignorant mortal psykers away from the dangers of the Warp: how could she have made such a shitty mistake and left behind a A ready-made hole?”

"Give up. Even if you operate in the opposite direction of the "Psychic Code", you won't be able to operate anything: Morgan has already calculated this. If you don't believe it, we can start the experiment now."

"After all, although the academic value of this book is indeed pitifully low, from another perspective, it is indeed very safe, so safe that it is outrageous. I can even print them more and treat them as Prosper Luo people’s children’s books.”

Magnus stood up, patted Harkless on the shoulder who was in a daze, and showed a gentle smile belonging to the original gene.

"If you still don't believe it, come and conduct experiments with me."

"I will tell you the truth about all these problems and their solutions."