Chapter 63 Parent-Child Time

Morse pointed his finger at the cleaned round table, and the psychic energy blew across the table like the wind from the wings of an eagle. A stable shadow emerged in the center of the round table, showing Perturabo and Horus walking side by side.

"You have recovered two Primarchs." Morse said to the Emperor, "Then who was the man in golden armor just now?"

The Emperor pondered for a moment. This question obviously troubled him, and silence itself was part of the answer.

"If you always say nothing, how can I do things for you?" Morse picked up his sarcasm, "Unless you don't worry at all that someone will do something wrong with good intentions and accidentally break your unobservable stealth plan."

"Knowledge itself is dangerous." The Emperor said, in a quiet narrative tone, "Humans often cannot afford the cost of facing the truth. You are not unaware of this, Morse. We have all passed through the veil."

"I am not a human," Morse replied.

"You basically meet the definition of a human being." The Emperor chose to skip this undebatable topic after explaining it in one sentence. "Anyway, I know you have seen the answer."

"Of your twenty creations, the three that have appeared before me are fundamentally different from humans, but they are by no means beyond the scope of humans in terms of mind."

The golden halo around the Emperor's pupils glowed silently.

"It sounds like what you did when you compiled doctrines and stories back then, fabricating some images with divine power, but the thinking logic still uses a set of universal patterns extracted from the widespread behavior of human society." Morse said.

"I am not rebuilding a religious system."

"Then what is the Imperial Truth?"

The Emperor gave up the debate again.

He went back to the first question: "The last one to come here was number 20. He also hopes to see his new brother."

Morse looked at the two brothers in the desktop projection. Obviously, Horus didn't know that there was another brother who returned before him.

At this time, Horus was spreading his hands to show Perturabo the gorgeous interior design of the flagship.

Unlike the subtle atmosphere when Morse was present, they got along well and seemed to be indeed blood-related. Apart from the similarity in body shape and the unique and perfect appearance, there is a natural equality and tacit understanding in their shining mind communication.

"They look very unique." Although Morse wanted to say "They are very different from me."

He controlled his emotions a little and continued more calmly: "I admit that I am curious about why you named your newly created child after Lupercal. I am also curious about how many similar new lives you have created during the time I was away, who has been your partner, and when did you meet such a tolerant seal holder. But in fact, I am not questioning."

He smiled. "After all, there is no point in asking, and I don't want to always indulge in the pursuit of the past."

At the same time, Morse made up his mind to let the past be buried by time forever.

"I know." The emperor said. "And your personality has never changed."

"Do you mean the long-winded side, the mean and calculating side, or the cold-eyed side?"

"Almost any side." The emperor showed a rare sense of humor and smiled.

"Except for one thing, you started to take care of the growing children." He pointed to the young giant in iron-gray light armor in the desktop image.

Morse leaned back in his chair.

"Isn't it because you are so poor that I couldn't bear to complete the forging of that good material?" He said dissatisfiedly, "Look at the character of that child. Can you be more careful when weaving the genetic thread? And what did you do to let him see the hole in the curtain?"

"It was an accident. Similarly, I didn't think of leaving them out." Even the Emperor showed sadness when mentioning this.

"I have always believed that you have your reasons for everything you do. Your plan is as huge as your dream, and the secrets hidden are more undetectable than the glaciers under the sea level, so that the sailors you hired often found that they had hit your hidden glaciers after the rivets on the bottom of the ship fell off." Morse said. "Let me guess, who misunderstood your original intention?"

The Emperor reluctantly moved his eyes away, and after a while he answered: "Erda."

Morse took a breath and grinned, and the expression on his face was hard to describe in a few words. "My respected Emperor, are you short of people around you?"

"You all left."

"Is this our problem?" Morse raised his eyebrows, and almost had the idea of ​​changing back to his true form on the spot to ask the Emperor what he did with his hand.

Plan, failure, new plan, new failure... This cycle is endless, as if the boulder fell down the slope after pushing it up the mountain, and they didn't even know where the peak of the mountain with sunshine in the eyes of the Emperor was.

Besides, it was wrong for others to leave the Emperor on their own initiative, and Morse didn't run away on his own initiative.

"I don't know." The Emperor said, and Morse read the confusion accumulated by this golden man over the years from the depths of the Emperor's focused eyes.

Well, Morse thought. He was really fed up.

He didn't know if he had changed, but the Emperor definitely hadn't changed - except for changing his self-proclaimed name to a more retro one and giving his faction a lazy name, the Emperor was still the same.

Sometimes he is just like a mortal, and sometimes he can't really understand the inner desires of those around him. His sight is farther than eternity, and he himself is too noble.

"Let's get down to work." Morse said frustratedly, "Let's clarify the work goals as soon as possible. I'm tired of sitting on this high chair with my feet off the ground. Why are the furnishings on your flagship designed according to the original size? Is your palace also full of love for your offspring who are not your offspring?"

"The palace drawings have left their palaces." The Emperor confirmed Morse's casual sarcasm.

This completely knocked Morse down. He didn't want to say another word now.

He said quickly: "The ultimate goal of the plan, the segmented goals, the current progress, the current problems. Which ones can you tell me?"

"I mentioned the ultimate goal at the banquet just now."

Morse didn't want to know how many times the speech just now was reused by the Emperor.

"Now that Terra has been unified, the war in the solar system has ended. Next, I hope to bring back the Primarchs of each legion in turn while leading the army on an expedition, to promote the progress of the expedition as soon as possible, and to complete the revival when the storm subsides."

Every time the word "expedition" was mentioned, the Emperor's micro-expression showed a certain degree of displeasure. Morse knew that this was due to the Emperor's disgust for traditional religion.

"So now, what do you need me to do most?" Morse asked.

The Emperor looked at Morse with his unique solemnity, and his golden eyes met Morse's gaze directly. At this moment, Morse was almost knocked down by the sadness in the Emperor's eyes, and he immediately advised himself not to become a new-age fanatic and loyal disciple like Horus who could be understood at a glance.

"Retrieve my other children, child," the Emperor said. "The Fourth Legion will advance faster and farther than the others, and your footprints will be on every planet in the galaxy. Eighteen Legions are waiting for their Gene-Father, and humanity is waiting for our Legion."

"You will encounter obstacles along the way. Aliens, traitors, and..." The Emperor swallowed a word that both knew, "Only you have the ability to deal with all of this. Only you already know all of this."

"Don't let your other children who will be brought back in the future hear it." Morse whispered. "So where do we go now?"

"I will return to Terra first," the Emperor said. "There are still endless matters that need to be dealt with."

"What about Horus and Perturabo?"

"They will have autonomy, but I hope Perturabo will return to Terra to take over his complete Legion next." The Emperor said. "I don't know the location of the other Primarchs, but I have some clues about the location of these two. I will give you the marked range later."

"Speaking of the Legion," Morse calculated the time, "Has the representative team of the Fourth Legion not arrived yet?"

The Emperor frowned slightly, shook his head, and looked out the porthole.

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