Chapter 570 How Did This Matter Turn Into Ancient Terra Folklore?
Chapter 570 How did this matter turn to ancient Terra folklore? -
"By the way, is the Webway really the 'highway' we know as?"
Lami Zahn asked this question from behind his desk.
Perturabo BC took a quick glance and found that there was indeed work in front of him, but there was also an open book on his left hand. Judging from the color of the paint on the edge of the book cover and other clues, a bad premonition rose from the heart of the black and white plush tyrant.
"If it's not a road, what else can it be?" He shouted in a rough voice, and at the same time tried hard to signal Guilliman, who was sitting at the desk opposite, with his eyes not to be distracted - this was quite difficult, because they had discovered that Guilliman was best at multi-threaded simultaneous advancement.
So now Guilliman is contributing his own strength to his fourth brother's great cause of rectifying the chaos (this is his personal temporary understanding): he calculates the order of all their import and export products and analyzes the possibility of all known opposing forces attacking in the same time period, and how much possible production capacity the armory needs to allocate to promote the manufacture of a new generation of submersibles while maintaining a safe production line, etc. If it were placed elsewhere, it would require the simultaneous operation of hundreds or even thousands of the highest-level contemplators.
"Don't forget, even our 'biological father', who is now becoming quite difficult to get back, has a self-righteous plan that includes building an additional gate and channel on Terra to access the Webway system, making it a new mode of transportation for the future of mankind."
"What?"
"Is that so?"
One voice came from the 13th Primarch, and the other came from Fulgrim Pallas. The young phoenix stayed here temporarily, while Fulgrim Ishtar and Ferrus Manus had returned to Medusa again - anyway, now that they have met with Ramizane to confirm its existence (of course, this was privately operated by a certain librarian), they have added the neon lights of Wandering Port to their ship navigation, and the route from the southwestern border of the Hazy Segmentum to here has become easier to travel.
Malkan Ferros had led the clan fleet to travel this route twice. Now the Iron Hands' outposts and other facilities have been set up along the route. Therefore, the two, who were not particularly far apart, set out to go back and prepare to quell the recent frequent greenskin and Eldar pirate problems. In addition, they obtained some thorough solutions from the Iron Blood to help clear the remaining problems of the Nurgle invasion on the surface of Medusa. Therefore, respecting personal wishes, they left Fulgrim's clone, the young phoenix now known as Fulgrim Pallas, with Ramizane and Perturabo.
"Staying here will definitely be good for your body... health, Pallas." They said so before leaving, because Wandering Port obviously has much more interesting and novel things than Medusa, such as parks, stadiums, arenas, chess clubs and bar casinos (rejected because of underage) that are actually the first time they have seen them, so the young phoenix has no crazy thoughts or other opinions about the two foster brothers leaving him here.
Oh, the Emperor's Children brought here by Angron Petra from Isstvan III have quite a few differences about this, mainly about whether this Fulgrim remembers what he did to them, and what he thinks of this and the other two Fulgrims who may still exist, but so far no one has dared to ask their very young father such questions in person - they all seem to be overthinking, except for Lucius who is still laughing and talking every day, shuttling through the streets and alleys to save beauties or cats and dogs.
His sense of relaxation impressed his former brothers, but no one knew that Lucius was not afraid or open-minded, he just didn't think about this problem at all.
Of course, there is no idleness in the system of the Destiny Steel, which is a rule set by the great black and white furry demon from the beginning that even Ramizarn has to abide by.
So now, in this beautiful but not yet moved office of the Primarch on the Iron Warriors flagship, a scene that would make any member of the Empire familiar with the history of the Horus Heresy feel insane when he walked in was presented:
The original grand table in the middle of the office had been temporarily moved away, and now a comfortable big bed was placed there. A desk across the bed and the equipment on it were pushed in front of the blue-eyed Primarch sitting on the bed. Countless cables and pipes were extending from the back of his head and the equipment on the desk, and then connected to the equipment on the desk on the left side of the bed.
On the desk on the left sat Perturabo BC himself. So far, he has successfully shown his appearance of black hair and brown eyes under camouflage, and the Fearless Phoenix and Ferrus were very considerate not to expose his little tricks, so Guilliman was still partially kept in the dark - it was not that Fulgrim Pallas was leaked by his other self, but his new friend Magna Dorn gave him enough hints to let him be mentally prepared.
As for Magna, who is very kind to every brother, why doesn't he continue to tell Guilliman this fact?
In Sigismund's words, "It is a wise thing to do, sir. I think that Guilliman's dam has been stimulated enough recently. Although I have implanted containment measures for this sir, I think if you still have some brotherly feelings for him, try to keep him at his current level of sanity for a longer time. Let him slowly integrate into us and then steadily accept more facts, which is more beneficial to his mental health."
-And on both sides of the foot of this big bed that is somewhat similar to the mechanical throne of the Great Sage of Domination and the nursing bed, there is now a giant with a majestic appearance and noble like a star sitting on each side of the bed.
The blond on the left, with countless dense function curves and statistical graphs overlapping, formed green laurel leaves, and the numbers became concrete leaf stems and branches, connecting the laurel crown on his head. If people saw the laurel crown disappear, they would know that the thirteenth Primarch was not working, and he was not wearing the armor that was handed to him after the in-depth academic exchange between the Decima Sage and the Great Sage Cawl in the secret space of the armory, which was erased by the unspeakable war.
The beautiful ultramarine armor was decorated with golden edges and patterns, with a radiating iron halo behind his head, a pair of golden wings installed on the power backpack, a power glove composite flamethrower on his left hand, his legion number on the armor plate of his belt, and the emblem of the Ultramarines on his knees. Except for the shoulder armor that had not yet engraved his name, he was very satisfied with it.
And on the right side of the bed, opposite Guilliman, sat Fulgrim.
The two Primarchs, who had once developed a life-and-death struggle, were working together in a friendly manner at the bedside of Perturabo (body), chatting from time to time.
Of course, Guilliman was able to sit in the same office with one of the most unforgettable enemies in his life so calmly, thanks to the uniqueness of this handsome Primarch with silver hair and purple eyes.
Compared to the Purple Court Phoenix that Guilliman and Perturabo were familiar with, although their faces were very similar, the one in front of them not only looked younger, but also had a temperament that was completely different from the one they knew - the one that was very good for Guilliman's mental health.
For example, clothing preferences and some details and habits, the 13th Primarch thought so, and couldn't help but look at Fulgrim Pallas strangely, who was wearing a completely undecorated cotton one-piece mechanical worker's work clothes, his hair was casually tied behind his head, a drawing pen was clipped on his pocket, and a tape measure, wrench and other tools that technical sergeants liked were buckled on his belt - yes, he is now the equipment maintenance and operation engineer of their Primarch's office and related lines. Because his ability was found to be similar to repairing equipment and must be able to repair and debug it to the most perfect operating state, so all the hammering work here is now handed over to him.
Compared to what Guilliman thought, this Fulgrim was happy to do these seemingly "unnoble" jobs, and did not think it was a humiliation or contempt. If it was the original one, he would definitely not be so calm. "Because my job is to review, make suggestions and repair everything to perfection. What Ramizane said when he talked to me made sense. If I can't fix everything in a room, how can I prove that I can fix more and bigger things?" This is how he responded to Guilliman's question.
Therefore, the three mortal enemies and the weak body of one Primarch have now recreated the former glory of this office and started working here. According to the guards who have returned to work, a month of absence feels like a long time, and this charming feeling of insanity is very nostalgic.
Ramizarn flipped his eyes at the new book again, "Well, your father, I mean, I remember that the Emperor did have such a big plan, and I remember someone told me why Magnus made an irreparable mistake in this matter. But I want to ask, the project your father did at that time... Even if there was no accident with Magnus, could it really work as he expected?"
"..."
"I mean, even from the perspective of a good man like Vulkan and his son, the Emperor's network construction level can only be regarded as super simple and hasty... and, I have long had a huge question about one point here."
"What?" Although he knew he shouldn't ask, if he didn't ask, then the two curious brothers next to him would obviously ask for him, so Perturabo BC continued to ask with a stiff upper lip.
"Even if the Emperor thought so." Ramizane asked seriously, "But I remember that he opened this illegal device for demolishing the webway wall, the only one made by humans on Terra at that time, under the Emperor's throne in his own heavily guarded, deepest part of the palace."
"...So what?"
"Then he installed it in this position... He never thought of providing this entrance to the people who need it most? It's hard to imagine that he would provide it to the general public for travel or ocean-going caravans."
The other three Primarchs in the room stared at Ramizane with a beaming face.
"...Or he actually planned to move the throne once it was opened to traffic? But I remember that the overall design of his palace did not intend to move the throne and the throne room from the beginning... But if such a convenient, safe, Fast new routes won’t let the common people If they use it, then who will benefit from opening this new door? And if this is the case, it means that he has no intention of offending the large group of navigator families, but the hidden words may make them think wildly. Look, even the one on the moon..."
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"Okay, okay." Perturabo BC, who was the first to react, hurriedly cut off his words as his body became more and more active. At the same time, he nervously glanced at the two brothers who were listening with interest and frowning, "We I’m not here to talk about ancient times, why do you think the Internet Channel is not a highway?”
"Oh, yes, because, you see," his own face showed an expression of interest, "there are cities at the intersections of the Webway, and you can even build giant settlements like Comoros that use hanging stars as suns."
"Yes, so what's going on? Doesn't this show how powerful those pointed ears were in ancient times and how depraved they are now? Besides, the city is located at the intersection of roads. Although this is not the case in every city, it is not uncommon."
"That's not right! The situation you mentioned is usually seen in small ancient towns, which are more of a single-function trade route site." Lamizane shook his finger, "Ordinary city outlines Of course, ordinary ancient roads with four entrances and exits are fine, but they are called highways! Generally speaking, we usually call this kind of building built in the middle of many highways and multi-story viaducts..."
"Lami Zane." Under the camouflage, the dog licked its nose nervously. From the perspective of others, it looked like Perturabo licked his lips. "Well, did you forget something?"
"What?" The other person's attention was indeed attracted, and the flash of panic indicated that he must have felt guilty for forgetting to fulfill his promise many times.
"It's the end of the year now." Perturabo BC, who had regained the initiative, calmly typed out the next few lines to tell the other two brothers that they were going to the cafeteria next.
"What?"
"It's the end of the year, Lamizane, today is December 21st."
"[Gutella swears]! I didn't tell you earlier! Fortunately, you reminded me Peipeibao...Peturabo! Let's go to the cafeteria to make dumplings and make glutinous rice balls together! You guys can come too! - Ouch!"
"What is JIAO-ZI-?" The other two Primarchs unplugged the connector in tacit agreement. Guilliman stepped forward to help his brother who was still injured, and Fulgrim Pallas pushed his back. Here comes the gravity suspension seat.
"Hey! That's a pretty old Terran folklore, it goes back forty thousand years..."
They opened the door to the office, and the guards in silver power armor saluted them, listening to the excited voices of their Primarchs chattering away.