Chapter 391 The Eldest Son

"In order to relieve the siege of the Holy City, his angels killed 185,000 people in one night." - "The Book of Lorgar"

It is difficult for Perturabo to say what he feels from Lorgar Aurelion now.

Of course, this state is not completely indescribable to him. In a sense, this was once a familiar feeling for him, and a thought he once placed on others. With this attitude, he prayed for others to give, or in other words, an obscure and invisible request.

So many years have passed, and he thought he had been away from this feeling full of excessive self-confidence and uneasiness. He has passed the stage where he needs to impose this emotion on others, and he never imagined that one day he would become the object of this emotion.

Of course, looking back at each of the brothers before, they all have a unique pride. Even if they need to seek recognition from others, the person who is chased by the Primarchs represented by Horus is usually just the Emperor.

But he, Perturabo, is just an ordinary Primarch, and this does not seem to be his task.

Yes, he could admit what he felt.

Perturabo felt pressured as he looked at Lorgar Aurelion's hand.

He did not immediately take Aurelion's soft hand, but made his statement first.

"Given that all this already exists, Aurelion," his eyes swept across his own sculpture, then across the overcast gray sky, and then fell on the surrounding iron forest, "this iron city has been built, and the people of the whole planet call me a god... it seems that at this point, I don't think it makes enough sense to argue whether I am a god or not."

The Iron Lord said, looking directly into the eyes of the Truth Bearer.

"We must be honest with the facts, I think," Perturabo said. "Can we agree on this point?"

"No doubt, my brother," Lorgar replied, stubbornly holding out his hand.

Perturabo shook his palm briefly, then let go, walked to Lorgar's side, and looked down at the layered iron city below. From the perspective of artistic style alone, he actually admired this place. It would be better if they did not believe in the "God of Steel and Craftsmen".

"Dantioch," Perturabo said, "I believe you know the origin of the change in the faith of this planet. I am not going to blame you, but I do want to hear the story you just mentioned in your report."

The war blacksmith hesitated for a moment, took off his helmet, and revealed an old face with white hair. Lorgar immediately looked at the statue of the old man next to the iron colossus.

Except that Dantioch is now older than the statue, there is no difference between the two.

"Are all war blacksmiths your saints?" Lorgar seemed to have some guesses in his mind.

"After listening to what I have to say today, let's discuss these issues again, okay?" Perturabo said helplessly. "Dantioch."

The war blacksmith spoke, his voice was very hoarse and not pleasant, but it was powerful and steady: "Yes, my lord.

"In the previous battle, I mistakenly returned to the Milky Way two thousand years ago because of an accident caused by alien technology. While looking for a way to return to the expedition fleet, I once passed by this place, when it was still called Memphis.

"Although the local technology is advanced, the human evolution is in the early stages of human civilization. My companions and I were mistaken for gods. We once tried to correct them and told them that we were just two soldiers in the Great Expedition, but no matter how we argued, we could only get failure. In terms of debate, we did not inherit the talent of the father of genes."

"In the end, Lord Perturabo became the god of steel and craftsmen without any basis in their mouths. In order to prevent the situation from continuing to develop in a direction we did not expect, the two of us could only give up the debate and leave as soon as possible."

He bowed slowly with his armor, "This is what happened back then, my lord."

When he finished the last few words, his voice still trembled slightly, and his pale temples became a little wet. He quickly put the helmet back on with trembling hands, hiding it again in his life-saving iron shell.

"This is Him--"

"This is His enlightenment that transcends time, and the embodiment of weaving destiny. You would say that, I guess." Perturabo found the corresponding words skillfully.

In Olympia that year, before he became so famous, the Lord of Iron often participated in local debate events. He even sent a critical article "Refuting the Cult" to the local cult, and naturally received a series of counterattacks such as "Refuting the "Refuting the Cult"".

In short, the cult of Olympia was finally destroyed.

Lorgar smiled and added: "He sent angels to protect all races and countries, and the messengers often see the face of the Father."

Perturabo returned a reciprocal smile and turned to his war blacksmith and said: "Barabas, you can leave first. Wait for me in my office, I'll come over later."

The war blacksmith nodded with difficulty: "Yes."

After Dantioch's figure disappeared from the virtual world of memories, Perturabo continued to look at Morse silently.

The craftsman spread his hands and snorted: "You want me to leave if you don't need me? Okay, I'll wait for you in your office too."

Now, there are only two brothers left in the huge space.

"Have you spoken to our other brothers about your faith, Aurelion?"

"No one agrees with me. Rogal Dorn criticized me directly. Horus tried to hint to me that I was on the wrong path...only you." Lorgar replied, and the luster on his golden skin seemed to have dimmed half a bit. . "Only you didn't accuse me."

Perturabo smiled.

"But we are indeed not human bodies, Lorgar. The gap between us and humans, and even the Astartes and humans, is far greater than the similarity in appearance between us and them. We are born with Extraordinary physical strength, extraordinary intelligence, and innate knowledge. We are Primarchs."

"We are born with responsibilities." Lorgar tried his best to remain dignified while being happy.

"I discovered this when I was very young. At that time, I always thought that I must come from a higher place than the narrow world I am in now. I must be born with a certain existence, an extremely noble and noble place. The great existence gives the meaning of talent, the responsibility of leading the people, and the implementation of the ideal future, and is proud of it. "

Lorgar listened intently, his eyes meekly watching the Iron Lord.

"But at that time, someone directly contradicted me and challenged me. He affirmed my talents and affirmed that I was not ordinary. But then he asked me, if I didn't have these talents, what if I was born And with the same body as mortals, what qualifications do I have to despise mortals? What qualifications do I have to call myself an extraordinary being? I am indeed not a mortal, but does this really mean that I am higher than mortals? "

"I was so angry and felt like he was just talking nonsense and just belittling me and insulting me. So, I took on the challenge - or, in fact, I just had to accept it. So throughout my teenage and young adult years, I gave up my extra-mortal gifts and learned how to be a human again.”

"He should be the same as his brothers in everything. Since his children share the same body of flesh and blood, he himself also became a body of flesh and blood[1]." Luojia muttered in a low voice, very moved. "You are far better than me and know that you are the Son of Man. But I didn't even know that at the time."

Perturabo had long since given up worrying about Lorgar's persistence in this regard.

"I cherish the experience of that period of time. It took me more than ten years to finally become a human being. And I sincerely hope that you can understand my thoughts, Lorgar, no matter what my essence is, why I am I am satisfied with whatever mission I will embark on when I come to this world, and I will continue to choose what I choose from now on."

"Even if you..."

Perturabo raised a finger to stop Lorgar's next words. "I know that I can't convince you with my reasons, not to mention that we are inhuman things. I don't want to argue with you, because you will be an impeccable arguer, and in the end, this will develop into a meaningless argument. dispute.

"So, I simply offer my wish: I respect your opinion, and equally hope you respect mine. Regardless of whether your views on faith may change in the future - I even hope that your answer is yes, but you Will deny it.”

"I do not want to be worshiped as a god, no matter what," Perturabo said solemnly. "I do not want."

He took another step forward and sat down on the edge of the high platform. Located hundreds of meters high in the air, even the Primarch of extraordinary height is as small as an ordinary person sitting on a railing, dangerous but comfortable.

"Would you like to sit down together?" said Perturabo, patting the space beside him.

Luojia was silent for a long time, as if he was part of the heavy water vapor in the gray sky behind him, and the wind seemed to be the only sound in this world of memories.

Then he spoke softly and slowly.

"Sit down like a mortal?" he asked.

"I hope so," answered Perturabo.

Lorgar lifted his robe with unfamiliar movements and sat on the floor next to Perturabo, with his legs dangling in the air.

“Didn’t our father tell you that he was not God?”

"That's what He said to me on the first day we met," Lorgar admitted. "So, I..."

His voice dropped, "I dare not call Him God. I call Him Him."

"Playing with the gaps in language?" asked Perturabo.

"No! I didn't..." Luojia retorted in a panic, then lowered his head, "But how can I use disrespectful language to call Him?"

"Not from my point of view, just from your point of view, if the Emperor requires you to call him a human being, will he regard it as disrespectful? If he had not publicly asked us to stop your belief, I would also ask How dare you go against his ideas and use your interpretation to distort his commands."

"He has been so kind to me..." Luojia said blankly, with a tear falling from his eyes. This almost broke the serious expression that Perturabo had maintained, and almost scared him to flee from where he was.

Perturabo shrugged calmly: "So, you understand what I mean, Aurelion."

"Since you don't want to be called a god, I won't call you a god until the day you ascend." Luojia wiped away the tear, feeling sincerely happy. He seemed to be not only talking to Perturabo, but also to the being he thought he was.

"Okay, let's end our conversation today." Perturabo stood up quickly, "Goodbye, my brother."

Lorgar bowed his head to him: "Being the eldest son among many brothers does not depend on age, but on the degree of honor and power. My brother, I am very happy to talk to you today."

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"You look nervous, Barabas." Perturabo walked into his office on the Cheorwon and glanced at the set of iron armor standing against the wall.

"You look embarrassed, Perturabo." Mors emerged from the air. "Did you enjoy your chat with Lorgar Aurelion?"

"I hope we don't have to talk about it a second time." The Iron Lord's expression froze and he cleared his throat.

"External persuasion can never change a believer whose brain is filled with glue. Words can incite a person to believe, but cannot tell others not to believe. Only events and experiences are truly convincing."

Morse said, turning the corners of his mouth downwards, "What's more, that is a Primarch who is as persistent as you. From father to child, your whole family is the same."

"Morse..." whispered Perturabo, walking around to sit in his chair.

"Okay." Morse made a zipper motion over his lips. "Dantioch, I guess it's your turn."

The iron armor began to move slowly towards Perturabo's table.

"I don't accuse you," Perturabo had to say, "I don't have as many tricks as Morse."

Dantioch moved a little faster.

"Come here," Perturabo ordered directly, "I have a task for you. Come and sort out the data with me."

"What data is it, sir?"

"When I attacked the main star, didn't I put an Iron Warrior in each team? You do the preliminary data screening. Within one day, I want to see the Dark Angel, Luna Wolves and Word Bearers Supplemental Update Beta.”

The war blacksmith was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Nothing is wasted, dear Lord of Iron." Morse crossed his arms in front of him.

"The initial data is in the collection of information collected by the computing auxiliary system in their armor, and access rights have been opened to you. You can start working."

Perturabo ignored Morse's words and quickly ordered, and at the same time began to analyze the information he had just obtained, such as Lorgar Aurelion's personality traits, psychic sensitivity, height, weight, and possible close combat level. etc.

He connected the data cables he needed one by one, closed his eyes, and leaned back in the chair.

In the database of the Court of Narni, a new man with gold inscriptions on his skin was gradually added to the display cabinets that already contained models of Rogal Dorn, Magnus, Angron and others.